TW: Gore, Death references, Apocalypse, Horror, Body horror, Stalking, Violence, Forced imprisonment
AN: Honestly, this might be better than being stuck with Visitor Sunday. Also, I sat on this fic for like a week because I absolutely despise one of the scenes. 😭
Word Count: 5k+
You panted as you grabbed an ornate door knocker and rapped it against hardwood. This was the fifth house you’ve been to this night after a Visitor had burned your home down and killed everyone else that happened to survive the fire. Everyone, but you. You could hear footsteps surrounding you. Humans, Visitors, animals, other monsters, who knows? Your knocking becomes more erratic until you hear a smooth male voice speak from the other side of the door. His tone of voice is wary and lacked cruelty.
“Now what’s a person like you doing out here?”
It’s true you had wandered into what should have been a slightly upper-class neighborhood, but now almost everywhere looked the same. Starving animals and burnt corpses on the streets, people being herded like sheep by FEMA, and garbage piles everywhere.
“I- I got chased out of my home by a Visitor!”
“A Visitor…? Hmmm, what’s to say you’re not a Visitor?”
“W-What? I’m not!”
You begin to beg as you nearly fall to your knees, while the man seems to toy with you.
“So persistent. Alright, you can come in.”
You hear five clicks as he unlocks the door. Why would someone need that many locks in a posh neighborhood like this? He really was prepared for the apocalypse or maybe he had been in illicit dealings before this and you should really be taking your chances outside with the Visitors instead.
Even as you think that, you can’t help but rush in while thanking him when the door finally does swing open. The man chuckles at you as his blonde hair tilts to the side along with his head.
He smells nice.
Not like you who reeks of sweat, fear, and other fluids you didn’t want to think about. You had fallen in trash heaps a few times, or at least what you hoped was just trash while running for your life. His gloved fingers grab your chin as he turns your face to the left and then the right, examining you.
“What is it?”
You ask him curiously.
“Oh, just checking. Your ears seem fine. No dripping ooze. Hmmm,” he hums for a bit before letting you go. Your pupils finally dart down over his attire now that you’ve gotten over his blinding looks. He’s well dressed with a button down shirt, a flashy gold watch, and a rifle in one hand. That’s a bonafide hunting rifle…
He notices you staring at the weapon.
“Oh this?” You flinch back a bit, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“It’s for non-humans. Soooo… You are a human, right?”
Such a saccharine voice didn’t really suit such thinly-veiled threats in your opinion. His eyes betray nothing, he’s too hard to read. His smile is suave like a businessman about to con you out of your last dollar.
“I am a human. Promise.”
“Well, we’ll have no problems here then.”
And just like that, he slings the rifle partially back over his shoulder. You notice he also doesn’t bother putting the safety back on it.
He ends up showing you where you’ll be staying tonight: a furnished guest room that looks like it’s never had a guest in its life.
“Enjoy.”
And with that single word, he leaves you alone. You can hear locks turning from the outside just like the gears in your head. He’s locked you in either for his safety or yours, you’re not entirely sure which makes your heartrate begin to pick up. No, he’s a human! You’ll be fine! But then you remember how evil even humans can be. You quickly run to the windows and push aside the heavy silk curtains. Your chest is heaving in panic as you look around. You’re on the second floor so you would definitely be injured if you jumped out and… The pale man was here. He smiles at you as he stands outside of the fence, menacingly. His hands folded in front of him as his greasy black hair shines from the trash fires that had been lit on the streets. You feel yourself become light-headed and your eyes rolling back.
“Hey,”
“Heyyy!”
You startle awake. Your head hurts and you feel groggy. Aventurine is by your side, his hand still on your shoulder.
“I gave you a bed and you slept on the floor? What type of life have you been living?”
He snorts in disbelief as he shakes his head.
His hands cup your face again as you try to blink away the remaining sleepiness.
“Hm, normal eyes. Normal ears.” His thumbs glide across your cheeks before attaching to the corners of your lips and pulling them to the sides. He imitates your forced grin before laughing.
You’re not sure what’s so funny.
He removes his hands from your face and holds your hands in his.
“Dirty fingernails, but that’s to be expected with your crappy life.”
Your cheeks puff up as you try not to pout. You felt like a prized turkey being bought for a Thanksgiving dinner with the way he was examining you.
“Okay, armpits.”
Armpits?!
“I’m wearing a long-sleeve. It would be kind of weird…”
He mulls it over before tilting his head playfully.
“I understand. Then,” he takes out a small rectangular camera from one of his jacket pockets.
“Just one photo of you and we’ll know if you’re a Visitor or not.”
You’re deeply uncomfortable with the amount of ominous tests he just ran on you, but you still nod your head.
“Say cheese!”
“Cheese…”
Flash.
“Aw, you didn’t smile.” He playfully whirls the photo between his fingers before displaying it your way so you can see it clearly. You’re frowning in the photo while hugging yourself and there’s a brilliant aurora behind you.
“No spots or anything. You’re clean. Well,” He looks at you with concern and a slight hint of disgust. “My shower works. Please, I insist.”
Blood, sweat, but mostly dirt, mixes in with hot water and turns into mud at your feet. You sigh in relief as you can finally feel your muscles relaxing even just a bit. The only problem you can think of right now besides Aventurine being a tad creepy is that you have to get back into your dirty clothes. You shake your head, the drops from your hair hitting the walls of the shower before you wrap yourself in a towel. You’re going to have to wear that towel for a while because it appears your clothes have vanished.
You had left them right on top of a small cabinet because you didn’t want them next to the clean and fragrant towel Aventurine had given you. And now they had walked away in retaliation. Either that or Aventurine had snuck in and taken them while you were showering. You didn’t want to entertain that thought.
Luckily for you, the bathroom you had been using was adjacently attached to the guest bedroom. Perks of being rich you supposed. You slowly peek your head out of the bathroom door that you had accidentally left unlocked. Of course you did, you had been so elated to finally have a shower. You curse yourself for thinking you had come upon a benevolent philanthropist of some sorts.
The room is empty. Your eyes continue to scour the room until they land on your bed. You see an outfit laid out. Possibly for you? It seemed to match your measurements from afar. You clutch the towel closer to your body and examine the room more properly. You had left the curtains open and nearly blinding sunlight shone onto the tiles. You could almost hear a sizzling noise. Another bad action that you were paying the consequences for. The door to your bedroom was also unlocked, which was even worse. Bedroom door, windows, clothes. You think over your planned route before rushing out to get to the bedroom door and quickly lock it, only to end up slipping on your own two feet. The floors being clean, flat tiles paired with your sopping wet body could only lead to disaster as you sped up.
You fall flat on your behind, a loud thud resounding through the home as your towel also became displaced.
Your ears perk up at the sound of footsteps, and then a knock at the door.
“Is everything alright in there?”
“Yes! It’s fine!”
“Really? I heard something fall.”
“I promise it’s fine!” You shout louder as you see the door handle turning and run to push the door closed.
“It was a really loud thud~” You can hear him snickering through the wood. He definitely knew you fell.
“You don’t need any help?”
“I don’t!”
You’re embarrassed and flustered beyond belief now. This strange man had kept you somewhat locked in his home, inspected you, had stolen your clothes, POSSIBLY seen you naked, and was now trying to force his way into the bedroom he had given you.
“Just give me a few minutes!”
He chuckles but stops twisting the doorknob.
“Alright. I’m waiting.”
You quickly lock the door, haphazardly throw on your towel, close the curtains with that wretched sunlight almost giving you third-degree burns, and then rush to put on the clothes on the bed.
The dress fits you almost perfectly, some spots were too tight, some spots were too loose. You’re amazed at the quality, but afraid of the implications of this man that you’ve never met before having clothing for you in your near exact size. And if he lived alone, why exactly did he have female clothing?
“Wonderful. Seems I have a keen eye for fashion.” He flashes you a wolfish smile as you frown.
“Why were you so adamant on coming inside the room?”
“Adamant? Oh, what a large vocabulary, and here I thought you were some beggar I had rescued off the streets.”
Your hands settle on your hips but your frown wavers when you realize his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Those eyes… They’re not normal. They’re a mismatch of colors blended together. Blue, green, purple, with flecks of gold. Maybe he had an eye disorder? And they weren’t looking back at yours. His pupils kept flitting about as if they were out of control, but only for a few seconds.
“Is something wrong?” He asks when you stare at him for too long without saying a word. You shake your head.
“Are you hungry? There’s breakfast downstairs.”
You wonder if you had truly gone to a middle-class neighborhood and not the top echelons of society. Everything that glittered was gold, and everything that didn’t glitter was probably something too expensive for you to identify. You rub your eyes from the constant shimmering assaulting your eyes. His home was still at a moderate temperature despite the absolute scalding heat outside of these walls which was great. Plus, he had given you free-roam of his home, telling you that you were the only guest here so if something went missing it could only mean you. You shiver at the thought of you being blamed for a single thing even being misplaced and having to bear the burden of such a high price tag.
“Don’t worry. I’m just joking. Even if you do steal, just try to steal something I can replace. I don’t mind.”
He waved you off after a conversation and a house tour and left you to your own devices. He had only given you one rule that you truly had to follow. No matter what, you could not go into the basement and he deemed you had enough sanity to not go into his bedroom even if it were unlocked. But the basement didn't have any locks on the inside. Only the outside. Ten padlocks of different interlocking mechanisms decorated it. It gave off a horrible atmosphere of death and dread. You wouldn’t have gone near it even if he hadn’t said anything, that is, if it weren’t for the thumps you could hear coming from it.
Aventurine had said you two were the only people currently in this house. So why would you hear something else down there? You tried to pass it off as you just being tired. But that night, you could hear it more clearly as you slept in your bed. What sounded like groaning and heavy thumps of meat against wood and bricks bounced off the walls and into your ears for half an hour before the house fell eerily silent. You tug your blanket a bit higher to cover yourself, hoping it could help these uneasy feelings about whatever was happening in this home. Should you even ask Aventurine? Would he even admit to it or would he get mad and throw you out?
You jump in bed as you hear one particularly loud wail. The mattress shakes before slowly returning to its potential state. But you’re still sitting up, frozen in fear. Maybe you should go ask Aventurine. You didn’t feel safe right now.
“Aventurine?”
“Aventurine??”
You knock at his door with each call of his name. You’ve been standing there, trembling for about ten minutes now. You didn’t bother checking if his door was unlocked or not, still too polite to intrude into your host’s room despite the way your adrenaline was increasing with each unanswered call.
“Hey, is everything alright?”
You jolt so severely that you could feel your bones rattle from the force as your heart almost escaped through your throat. You violently swirl around to face him as he looks at you with confusion and worry etched onto his face.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I- I’ve been hearing weird things all night.”
“You have? Like what?”
You’re about to tell him when you notice his clothing. They’re slightly rumpled and there’s odd splotches on it. His smile curves even higher. You feel like you’re in danger.
“Oh, sorry. I was attending to business. Don’t worry. You probably won’t hear anymore ‘weird noises’.” He says as he laughs while doing quotation mark gestures with his fingers. You stand there silently, watching him. His nonchalant attitude does nothing to calm your frayed nerves.
“Goodnight, darling.”
He flicks a lock of your hair out of your face and leaves you standing alone in the hallway.
You had to get out of here.
The next morning, you’re having breakfast with Aventurine when you hear the thudding noises again. He scoffs and mumbles something under his breath about “her” having no patience. Your eyes widen as your spoon begins to tremble in your hands. Her? He absolutely had some poor girl in his basement! You needed to get out of here!
“Hey, your hands are trembling. Are you afraid?”
“Afraid… No! Of course not!”
He chuckles.
“It’s okay to be afraid. Everyone has something they’re scared of.”
“Y-yeah. I guess they do…”
“Are you worried about those noises?”
You stare at him in abject terror of how to respond. He softly laughs as he leans back in his chair.
“They’re just noises. You don’t have to worry too much about them. Just ignore them. How about you focus on the clothing I’ve gotten you instead. You can’t wear the same clothes everyday after all and I would hate to be such a cruel host.”
He’s mocking you like it’s a game. He already thought you were homeless and stupid and it’s like he was just adding insult to injury.
You simply nod along. He had weapons, knew the layout of this home better, and could possibly outmatch you in a fist fight. It wasn’t worth it. You just had to escape at night since he had stopped locking you in your room after that first time.
“EhhHHHhahhhHHHhhhhh!”
You wince as you hear that shrieking again. Aventurine’s eyes calmly watch your expression, waiting to see if you have anything else to say. You can’t afford to make any mistakes here lest you wish to join whoever or whatever was in that basement. You end up just nodding.
“I’ll go try the new clothes on.”
He gives you a dazzling smile, delighted that you’ve decided to come to your senses and do what’s good for you.
“Excellent decision! Tell me if you want any jewelry or any designer pieces, I’d be more than happy to buy you anything you desire. Don’t let your modesty stop you!”
You feel sick to your stomach as you walk back to your room. Maybe you could gain Aventurine’s trust and free whatever is down there? But what if it’s not a person? It definitely didn’t sound human… No, it could be someone in severe pain. But what if he catches you? Then it’s best you escape which churns up even more dread because the Pale Visitor knows that you’re here. Did he follow you all the way here? He must have and now if you took even one step outside, alone, he’d rip you limb from limb. You place a hand against the wall as your begin to feel light-headed again. Your vision swimming as you feel yourself slumping inwards before just sitting down on the floor. Your knees brought up to your chest as you tucked your chin against your chest. If Aventurine were to catch you here, you’d be in for even more questioning and evading like your life depended on it, but only because it did. However, you could care less as you felt panicked feelings welling inside of you, threatening to burst. The screeching from the basement starts up again and gives you a throbbing headache. You truly were stuck between certain death and an unknown demise.
It’s been six nights and five days since you’ve been living with Aventurine. You’re deathly afraid of what he can do to you but you’re more afraid of what the Pale Visitor would do to you without hesitation. You see him, smiling and staring at you through your window some nights. It doesn’t seem like he has plans to leave you alone either. At least Aventurine gave you an illusion of choice. He tempted you to feel free, but you felt more like a personal dress-up doll and forced companion. When he wasn’t showering you with gifts you didn’t ask for, he’d request you spend time with him. Watch a movie, take a walk in his sunroom or inner garden (at sunset or late at night), have three meals together no matter what, and as he said, “We can do whatever we want. After all, we have all the time in the world!”
He never pushed past your personal boundaries though. Keeping a respectful distance and almost always keeping his arms folded over his chest at first. But as the week went by, he would inch closer to you. His walls were lowered a small amount, but he still refused to initiate any physical contact with you which gave you a sense of safety, possibly a false one, but at least it existed.
“You know you can always say no, right?”
Aventurine chuckles as you two walk around his home. You had become used to this. A walk down the halls of his home until you two retired for the night to your separate rooms.
You nod solemnly.
“And yet you always accompany me. Why is that?”
You stay silent. Tired of wearing a mask all day.
“Don’t tell me! You’ve fallen for my charms~”
Your cheeks heat up and you feel like you’ve woken from your daze as you turn your head to look at him.
“I did not!”
He snickers.
“It’s good to know you’re actually paying attention. You’ve been disassociating quite a bit.”
Oh, so he had noticed.
“Are you just tired or has the apocalypse finally registered in your pretty little head?”
You frown. You don’t like the way he said that and he only chuckles as he sees your reaction to his words.
“You know you could always leave if you don’t like it here. I won’t stop you if you’re feeling trapped with me.”
You quickly shake your head. You’ll die out there.
“The Pale Visitor is after me.”
“Who?”
You explain to Aventurine about the Pale Visitor. A man who has been hunting you ever since the apocalypse first started and might have even had a direct hand in your home burning down. How he had been terrorizing you for weeks, even here at Aventurine’s place.
“So he comes after people that are alone. Hmmmm, I suppose I can't let you leave then, sweetheart. We would both be alone and in trouble.”
You’re not really sure if that thing in the basement counts as him being alone…
“Then why not invite more people inside?”
“I mean, no one’s knocked on that door since you so I doubt anyone else will.”
“Oh, is that so…”
Your heart sinks. You really were stuck with him. In such an affluent neighborhood, they didn’t let strangers into their home and as a result no one tried to ask either. FEMA also probably had a hand in making sure this neighborhood stayed clear of its most influential donors. After all, within half a week of you staying here, FEMA had already cleared most of the streets. Aventurine just seemed to be a rare exception with taking you in and you happened to be lucky enough to encounter him. If you could call this being lucky.
“Did you invite anyone else before me?”
“Hm? Yeah.”
A moment of silence passes.
“What happened to them?”
“Shot their head off. They were a Visitor.”
“I see…”
You stay quiet as you walk alongside him. So he had killed. Which means he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
You toss and turn as you hear the screeching and wailing at night again.
“Help me!”
You feel your blood freeze. That was one hundred percent a young woman’s voice. You sit up in bed as you feel yourself begin to sweat. There was no doubt about it now. Aventurine was keeping a woman locked up in his basement. You rock back and forth as you hear banging and rattling coming from downstairs, eyeing the lock on your own door, making sure it stays in place. It does. But you’re still petrified. Eventually you hear a door slam shut before boots thump and come closer to your bedroom door. You stop moving, blinking, and even breathing. You stay absolutely still. Everything is silent for a moment. Then you hear footsteps fade away before Aventurine’s bedroom door closes. You wait for what seems like another hour or two, when its most likely only been half an hour. Eventually, you slowly slip out of bed and begin to dress yourself. You need to get out of here now and take that lady with you. This way, the Pale Visitor might spare you. But it was definitely better than staying here with what you could assume was a very mentally unstable person.
You take care not to step on any squeaky floorboards on the staircase while going down. Of course there weren’t any, Aventurine wouldn’t stand for such a thing in his opulence, but you still didn’t want to risk any chance of getting caught.
You shiver once you’re in front of the basement door. Everything is quiet and dark. You hate it. You don’t want to do this, but you have to be brave. You have to save yourself and this poor girl who’s been down here for who knows how long. Would she even have all her limbs? The way she would scream sometimes… You exhale deeply before carefully clicking the locks undone. Some of them are complex, making you spend minutes on it. Luckily, Aventurine didn’t seem to use any key-only locks on this door and if he did, they were gone. You count eight padlocks, the usual ten weren’t here. Weird.
You try not to dwell on that, focusing on the task at hand. The door creaks open. It’s extremely uninviting. It’s dark, damp, and smells like something died down there. The stairs leading to a dark abyss with a faint glow of LEDs from the side obscured by a wall. You cover your nose with your hand and begin the descent.
The smell becomes worse and worse, the further down you go. You feel insanely nauseous wondering how Aventurine can sometimes spend hours down here. You can’t believe your eyes once you’re at the bottom of the staircase. The basement is vast. That is true. But half of the basement is covered with a glass enclosure. You see a woman with blonde hair, her back turned to you as she rocks herself back and forth in the plush environment. The furniture is ripped to shreds and there’s splatters of red-colored food on the wall. Yeah. Food. For your own sanity. The woman looks extremely disheveled and dirty, her hair even falling out in some places. You feel like sobbing at seeing such a thing. You look back up the stairs. There’s nothing there. Now was your chance.
“Hello?”
You slowly step towards the thick glass. You see the woman stop moving as she hears you.
“Hello? I can help you get out.”
You’re right in front of the glass now.
“Can you hear me?”
She stands up and within a split second she’s lunging at the glass causing you to fall back and scream. That is not a human.
The woman has bloodshot eyes with black pupils. Her skin is gray in tone and pieces of flesh are sagging and falling off. Some of her nails are missing and her fingers are crooked, broken, unnatural.
You cover your mouth in horror. If she didn’t break out from behind that glass and get you first, Aventurine was definitely going to kill you. You quickly try to get up, only to look up and see Aventurine standing on the stairs with his arms leaning over the railing. His smile is weary as he only says,
“Hey, I thought I told you to not come down here. But I felt like something was off.”
He walks down the stairs and you can’t feel your limbs anymore. You stay on your knees and hands as you feel your mouth turn dry.
“So I took off two extra padlocks to see what you would do. And you fell right for it.”
He sighs.
“This is disappointing beyond measure. I thought we had something.”
Your throat closes up as you start remembering whatever good moments you had in your life, which definitely did not occur in this house. The woman claws at the glass as she screams at Aventurine, but he doesn’t bat an eye. He swivels on his heel to look back at you.
You’re about to start crying. What else could you even do right now? You were trying to escape a Visitor and now you were going to be ripped limb from limb by an actual zombie! Your voice comes out as a small whimper.
“Are you going to feed me to her…”
He softly laughs, short and bitter.
“No. I’m not going to feed you to my sister.”
Si…ster…
Your eyes start twitching from the overload of information. He chuckles as he shakes his head at you. His accessories clinking together as he starts to walk closer to you. Your muscles finally remember how to move as you begin to shuffle backwards until your back is hitting the musty basement wall. He reaches a hand out towards you. The only physical contact he’s ever initiated with you and still he was asking for your permission.
You hesitate, but maybe this will bring you back into his good graces? Just a bit. You might as well accept the peace offering.
You gulp before taking his hand. His gloved hands are warm, alive. His fingers wrap around yours as he pulls you to your feet and lets you steady against him. He chuckles at how much you’re shaking. It’s completely devoid of any mirth.
You tremble against him as you’re not sure if you have enough balance to pull away when you hear him whisper in your ear.
“You hear that?”
You don’t. The room is silent.
You shake your head as you look at him in fear.
“Exactly.”
He turns to look behind him and you do the same. His “sister” is standing there watching.
“I knew she liked you.”
You grimace as you hear his voice finally have an ounce of sincere joy whilst talking about an animated corpse.
His eyes seem to almost glow in the dark corner you two were in. A small smile made its way onto his face.
“I showed her your picture a few days ago. Y’know the aura photograph I took of you?”
Your blood freezes in your veins.
“It felt like she was actually paying attention, like she could understand when I showed it to her. And look,” He points to a corner of her enclosure, next to the glass. You don’t want to but your pupils follow his finger’s aim anyways and you see that photo of you, in that myriad of colors. It’s unscathed, in perfect mint condition, despite the condition of the rest of the room.
“See? And now look at how calm she is.”
Your eyes quickly dart to his “sister” who’s standing there, patiently watching you two as a viscous liquid drips down the corner of her slack jaw.
“No screaming, shrieking, wailing. No crying for help. All because of you.”
Wrong! No! Wrong! You feel like screaming as your stomach threatens to crawl out of your throat. Was he going to give you to her? Force you to stay in there with her until she finally decided to rip you to shreds?
His smile falters and his voice becomes even softer when he sees you still trembling in fear.
“I already said I wasn’t going to feed you to her.”
“Are you going to put me in there…”
He shakes his head as he scoffs.
“No way. She’s too unpredictable. I’m just going to keep you here. With me.”
Your legs buckle again and his grip tightens around your waist to stop you from falling. His lips against the shell of your ear as you try to lean back and get as far away as you can from him.
“If my sister approves of you, then you’re the one. You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”
Summary; Awakening in an unfamiliar world, you try your best to keep your beautiful cat alive while punching demons in the face. Oh well, what wouldn't a broke twenty-seven-year-old do for free housing? Accidentally obtaining a harem and playing psychiatrist to ancient beings were surprising but tolerable developments for your stay. Facing your own religious trauma and extreme self-worth issues on the other hand? Ah, to hell with this, should've just stayed home.
Suggested reading age; 18+
SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF OBEY ME! ONE MASTER TO RULE THEM ALL
Contains; A gender neutral reader referred to as MC, eventual polyamory, some suggestive scenes, dark humor, and pretty much all adults from the cast as love interests... plus the realm-wide political implications that brings
Warnings; Cursing, blood, gore, cannibalism, murder, definitely blasphemy, religious trauma, trauma in general, self-destructive tendencies and self-harm, suicidal ideation, delusions, implied eating disorders, mental illness, demon bullshit, suggestive and mature themes, canon typical yandere behavior and violence
Note; There will be canon divergence in this fic. For starters, MC will be fully human, not Lilith's descendant. Revealing any other changes would be spoiling the plot, so I'll leave it at that for now. Follows the storyline of the OG Obey Me game. Also very self-indulgent as I try to process my complicated relationship with religion.
Happy new year y'all! I've been wanting to try to write a smut for a while now and i decided to write the fynshyt man in hsr. i apologize in if its shit and cringy.
TW: SMUT!! MINORS DNI (english is not my first language, i apologize for the amount of wrong grammar in this fic)
contains: fem!reader, uses of vulgar words you expected in a smut
bitch wtf i tried uploading photos multiple times in my laptop and it keeps looking blurry af, i'm so sorry for the low quality
"I want you on your hands and knees, baby," Aventurine growls, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I want to see that perfect ass in the air, want to watch it bounce and jiggle as I fuck you from behind. I want to grab onto those sexy hips and pull you back onto my cock, burying myself inside you again and again until you're screaming."
He punctuates his words with a sharp smack to your ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. His cock throbs and leaks at the thought of finally being inside you, of feeling your tight, wet heat squeezing him.
"And then, when you're begging for more, when you can't take anymore, I want to flip you onto your back and spread your legs wide," Aventurine continues, his voice strained with lust. "I want to stare into your eyes as I fuck you, want to watch your face as you cum on my cock over and over again. I want to fill you up, darling, want to pump you so full of my hot, thick cum that it's dripping out of you for hours. I want to ruin you for anyone else, want to make it so no one can ever make you feel as good as I can."
Aventurine's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he grinds his hard, aching cock against your thigh. He's never wanted anything as badly as he wants to be inside you in this moment to make you his in every way possible.
Aventurine's breath catches in his throat as he takes in the breathtaking sight before him. The way you bend over the coffee table, your pert ass high in the air and legs spread wide for him. The glistening, dripping state of your pussy, coated your own arousal, makes his mouth water with the desperate need to taste you again.
Rising to his feet, Aventurine quickly sheds his slacks and boxers, freeing his aching, throbbing cock. It slaps against his stomach, rock hard and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, the swollen head an angry red and pulsing with need.
He steps forward, one hand coming down to grip the base of his shaft as he lines himself up with your entrance. The heat radiating from your core is intense, and he can feel your slick, swollen folds fluttering against the tip of his cock as if begging to be filled.
With a low, guttural groan, Aventurine starts to push forward, the thick head of his dick parting your lips and sinking into your tight, clinging heat. He has to use a bit of force, has to push hard against the resistance, but inch by excruciating inch, he feels himself sinking deeper and deeper into you.
"Fuck, baby, you're so goddamn tight," Aventurine grits out through clenched teeth, his voice strained with pleasure and the effort of holding back. He wants nothing more than to slam forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, but he forces himself to go slow, to savor every second of your silken walls gripping him tightly.
When he's finally fully sheathed inside you, his balls pressed snugly against your ass, Aventurine takes a moment to simply breathe. He reaches down to grip your hips hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers sinking into the plump flesh as he fights the urge to start moving, to start fucking you. You moan as he sink his cock inside you slowly. Despite him fingering you in your foreplay earlier to relax your cunt, you're still tight when he entered.
Aventurine groans in pleasure as he feels your tight, slick walls gripping his cock like a silken fist. Even though he'd fingered and ate her to multiple orgasms earlier, your pussy is still incredibly tight, clenching and fluttering around his thick shaft as if trying to deny him access.
"God, baby, you're squeezing me so fucking hard," Aventurine pants, his hips twitching with the effort of holding still. "I've never felt anything so tight, so perfect. It's like your little cunt doesn't want to let me go, like it's trying to trap my cock inside you forever."
He starts to move, pulling his hips back until just the tip of his dick remains inside you. Then, with a low, animalistic growl, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding into you with a fervor that rocks the coffee table beneath you.
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Aventurine fucks you wildly. He leans over your back, his chest pressed to your shoulder blades as he bites and sucks at your neck, marking you, claiming you as his.
"That's it, baby, take my cock," Aventurine snarls in your ear, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "Take it deep in this tight little cunt. Fuck, you were made for me, made to be fucked hard and fast and filled with my cum. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, baby. No one else will ever make you feel this good, will ever fill you up like I can."
Aventurine groans in ecstasy as he feels your thighs clench around nothing, trying in vain to close around his pistoning hips. No matter how you try to deny him, to resist the relentless pounding of his cock, your exposed pussy remains fully accessible, allowing him to plunge in and out of you with a wild pace.
"Yes, fuck, just like that baby," Aventurine growls, his hips snapping forward with increasing force and speed. "Keep trying to close around nothing, keep fighting it. It just makes your cunt even tighter, even more perfect. Fuck!"
He slides one hand down your back, his fingers splaying across the small of your back as he holds you in place. At the same time, his other hand slides around your hip to cup your mound, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles.
"Your pussy is mine now, darling," Aventurine rasps, his voice strained with pleasure and dark promise. "I'm going to fuck you whenever and however I want, going to fill this little cunt up with my cum over and over again. You'll be dripping with it, always ready and eager for me."
He punctuates his words with a sharp smack to your ass, the sound of skin on skin mingling with the wet, obscene noises of their fucking. The coffee table creaks and groans beneath them, the wood straining against the force of Aventurine's powerful thrusts.
The feeling of your tight, slick walls gripping him, the way your body yields to his every demand, sets Aventurine's blood on fire. He's never wanted anything as much.
Aventurine feels a surge of possessive pride and dark satisfaction at the sound of your needy, wanton moans. The way you cry out his name, your voice high and breathy with pleasure, tells him everything he needs to know - you're just as consumed by this as he is, just as desperate and aching for more.
"That's it, baby, scream for me," Aventurine growls, his voice a low, feral sound. "Let all of Pier Point know who this pretty little pussy belongs to now. Let them know that you're mine, that this cunt is mine to fuck and fill and ruin however I want."
He leans down to capture your lips in a searing, dominating kiss. His tongue plunges into your mouth, claiming it, owning it, just like he's claiming every other part of your. He nips at your bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp, lapping at the sting before delving back inside.
At the same time, Aventurine starts to thrust even harder, even faster, the force of his hips slamming into your ass with a relentless, punishing rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of your love making fill the room, the lewd noises of his heavy balls slapping against your clit and his thick cock plunging in and out of your dripping hole.
"Darling, fuck, I can feel you getting tighter," Aventurine pants against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. "You're going to cum on my cock, baby. You're going to cum all over my fucking cock like the dirty girl you are. Do it, baby. Cum for me, now."
Aventurine feels the telltale flutters and clenches of your pussy as your orgasm approaches rapidly. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, he sends you hurtling over the edge, your body shaking and trembling beneath him as you cum with a scream of his name.
"FUCK, (NAME)!" Aventurine roars in triumph as he feels your pussy spasm and grip his cock tightly. Your juices gush out around his pistoning shaft, coating his balls and dripping down onto the floor beneath them. The feeling of you coming undone, your pleasure peaking because of him, is the headiest rush he's ever experienced.
He doesn't let up, doesn't give you a moment to recover. Instead, he fucks you through her your climax, his hips slamming into your ass as he chases his own rapidly building orgasm. The sensation of your fluttering, milking walls gripping him is incredible, pushing him closer and closer to the brink.
"I can feel you cumming, baby," Aventurine growls, his voice strained and tight. "I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock, trying to milk my cum out of me. Fuck, you were made for this, made to be fucked and filled and used for my pleasure."
He reaches around to rub your clit hard and fast, wanting to extend your orgasm, wanting to make you feel as much pleasure as possible. At the same time, he sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a vivid mark, to claim you, to show the world that you belongs to him.
"Here it comes, baby," Aventurine grits out, his hips starting to stutter and lose their rhythm. "I'm going to fucking fill you up, baby. I'm going to pump you so full of my hot, thick cum that it's dripping out of you for hours. Fuck, FUCK!"
With a loud, animalistic growl, Aventurine slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm crashes over him. His cock throbs and pulses as he shoots jet after jet of his seed deep inside her, painting your insides white with his release. He grinds against you, making sure every last drop of his seed poured inside you.
Aventurine shudders and groans in ecstasy as he feels your own pussy milking his cock for every last drop of his release. Your body trembles and quakes beneath him, your walls fluttering and clenching around his sensitive shaft as if trying to coax out even more of his hot, thick seed.
"Fuck, darling, yes!" Aventurine pants, his voice raw and wrecked. "Take it all, baby. Take every fucking drop of my cum. I want to feel it leaking out of this perfect little cunt for hours, want everyone to know that I filled you up, that I claimed you, that you're mine."
He rolls his hips languidly, grinding his pelvis against your ass as the last spurts of his release dribble out. At the same time, he peppers your neck and shoulder with soft, reverent kisses, his tongue lapping at the red mark he left on your skin.
Slowly, Aventurine eases you down onto the coffee table, his body blanketing around you. He strokes your hair back from your face, tucking the sweat-damp strands behind your ear as he gazes down at you with a mix of deep satisfaction and lingering lust.
"That was... fuck, baby, that was incredible," Aventurine murmurs, his voice a low, sated rumble. "I've never felt anything like that before. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you. I don't think I'll ever get enough of this, of you."
He knows he means every word of it. The way your body responds to his, the way you gives yourself over to pleasure so completely, has captured him utterly. He knows he'll stop at nothing to keep you around him, to ruin you for anyone else, to make you his in every way imaginable.
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edit: hi, for those who already read this already know that it wasn't proof read and saw the og, again i want to apologize since i accidentally included my oc's name when it was supposed to be an xreader. i was drunk on new years when i uploaded this ahdncdj. (i'm very sorry you had to read that atrocious oc name in this fic)
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I spent way too f**king long on this, but Lucifer is a big sweetheart, so it's fine. Made it mostly because I rarely ever get the night or morning interactions, and I am a hands-on learner.
Yes, I had to make the joke.
notes: what? i really like the filipino culture esp. since i’m a filipino too,,,, n e ways, see the chaotic side of my family where i based this from (almost all of these people are real, just not the same names) i also tried not capitalizing stuff except for U.A.
i’ve included a glossary for all the filipino terms i’ve used for my non-filo moots which can be found here! all filipino terms are italicized and listed by appearance, i’m sorry but it’s too long to include at the end of this ajkdhaf
and ofc, this is posted exactly december 1, 12 am becauSE MERRY CHRISTMAS AHAHAHAHA
and it’s my birth month, wHAAAAAAAAAAT
welcome to the family, anak - welcome to the family, my child
warnings: none, teasing from family, these are all based on my experience and knowledge as a filipino sksksksks
words: 4.79k
summary: third year into U.A., you finally get to go home to your family in the Philippines with your boyfriend, todoroki shouto
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whenever i see girls and boys selling lanterns on the streets
i remember the child in the manger as he sleeps
it’s christmas season in the philippines. carols of kids can be heard all throughout the air as the distant ringing of bells can be caught from the church. todoroki shouto wasn’t familiar with the homey feeling he gets from the people around him. some kids recognize him from his almost win in this year’s sports festival whereas they call him kuya to which you laugh and tell the kids to go.
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Malleus Draconia/F!Reader
Summary: After falling down some stairs, you wake up in the body of a villain from one of Idia's cheesy romance books. Destined to die a fiery death, you have to figure out a way to change your fate.
Word Count: 6,974
Notes: I've been reading a lot of isekai lately, which sparked this story. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Mentions of past physical and emotional abuse, reader uses she/her pronouns
Part 1 Part 2, Part 3
“The person you are trying to call is unavailable. Please leave your message after the beep. After, you may…” Letting out a deep sigh, you wait for the message to finish.
“Hey, Idia, it’s me. I know you’re probably gaming right now, but I wanted to let you know I’ll be dropping by later today.” You pause before darting across the street. You nearly get hit by a car but make it on the sidewalk unscathed.
“Anyways, I finished ‘Melting the Dragon King’s Heart’ and that was the cringiest thing I’ve read! I’ll give you the full review when I come over.”
Ending the call, you shake your head at the phone screen. You head down the stairs to the subway while shooting Idia another text. Not watching where you’re going, your foot misses a step and you're sent careening down the stairs.
“Watch out!” a voice shouts.
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You black out momentarily before regaining consciousness. Something feels off but you can’t quite place what. Your head pounds and your body aches. You can hear muffled voices.
Eyes opening, unfamiliar faces stare down at you. “Your highness?” someone asks.
Sitting up, you reach for your head but freeze when you realize that isn’t your hand. “Please be careful, your highness.”
Slowly studying the hand, you wave it around. You ignore the whispers and looks. You slowly reach your face, but it doesn’t feel like your face. Looking further down, you notice the clothes you’re wearing are completely different.
“W-what’s going on?” You slap a hand over your mouth. Definitely not your voice.
An elderly man leans down. “You fell off your horse, your highness. Are you feeling okay?”
You stare at him, before pointing to yourself. “A-are you talking to me?”
His brows draw together as he gives a concerned glance behind you. “You took quite a tumble so you might be a little out of sorts.”
He reaches to help you up, but you jerk away. Standing on your own, your head continues to throb painfully. You push past the group of people. You’re not sure where you're going, but your feet seem to know. Your brain is too scrambled to even notice your surroundings. Rushing down hallways and past other people, you enter into a room and lock the door.
Your gaze immediately falls on the full length mirror. As you slowly approach, the reflection in the mirror is not your own. You touch the cold surface and so does the image. Reaching up, you slap your cheeks a few times, the image does too. Your face stings.
“What the hell!?” And then your headache intensifies. You crumble to the floor clutching your head. Memories that aren’t yours flood your mind before you blackout once more.
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You can’t believe you’re in Idia’s horrible isekai novel. Worse, you’re in the body of the secondary villain! She wasn’t very important to the story besides a vehicle to drive the plot. She didn’t even get a name. The story was from the protagonist's point of view, so you learned very little of the queen. In the end, she and her family died a fiery death after their nefarious plans to control the dragon king, Malleus Draconia, were uncovered by the protagonist.
Based on her memories, her marriage to the dragon king was six months ago. So, you had six more months before the arrival of the protagonist. Which also meant you had half a year before you’d be burned to death. You had no plans on dying. Again.
Crawling out of bed, you head to the connected bath. The maids had drawn a hot bath. Glancing in the bathroom mirror, you get a flash of her back. Old and newer scars crisscross the expanse of skin. The first time you saw them, you were flooded with horrible memories. Memories of a younger version crying while being beaten within an inch of her life. You tried to stay away from mirrors as much as possible.
Being the secondary villain, she isn’t really what you’d call evil. In the story, she came off like an emotionless puppet. The queen has a unique magic that can turn someone’s heart to ice, which allows her to control them. Ironic really. From what you remember from the story, the dragon king is too powerful, so her unique magic didn’t work right away. Over the course of a year, she uses her magic on him everyday. This causes him to become distant and easier to manipulate. When she’s almost successful, the king meets the protagonist, who immediately melts his frozen heart. It’s honestly so cliche, you had a hard time getting to the end. When you read the story, you felt nothing for the villains.
Having the queen’s memories, you feel bad for her. Her entire life was dictated by her parents, the duke and duchess. From what she wore to what she ate to what kind of instrument she played, it was chosen for her. Any sense of rebellion was quickly beaten out of her from a young age. She was molded into the perfect puppet that her parents could control. She had no say in the plan. From what you can tell, she didn’t even have any feelings about the king. Or anything for that matter.
Truly a sad villain.
After being found passed out on the floor, you were put on strict bed rest for a few days. According to the doctors the fall from the horse caused the queen to stop breathing for a few minutes. You wonder if at that time she had died, you had somehow entered her body. It didn’t feel like you’re sharing the body with anyone. The only thing left behind are her memories and lingering emotions.
During the mandatory bedrest, you hatched a plan. You need to get the dragon king to be your ally. Sure he’s technically this body’s - your body now - husband, but at this point in time, he’s become very distant because of her magic. You would stop using the magic on him, and hopefully he would return to normal. Then, when the protagonist shows up, they can take down the real villains. You’d have an amicable divorce and live the rest of your life out in peace.
Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself. Operation save yourself from certain fiery death starts now!
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“Your highness, are you feeling better?” the old butler, Diablo, from before asks. He sets down a tea tray. Having been with the Draconia family for ages, he’s assigned to watch over the queen.
“Yes, my head doesn’t hurt anymore. The delicious food helps.” If there’s one thing you like about this new life, it’s the food. You could stuff your face with food and never be tired.
The salt-and-pepper haired man pauses but quickly collects himself. He pours another cup of tea while you finish up breakfast. “I’m glad to see you’ve gained a healthy appetite.”
Pausing mid-bite, you remember that the queen only picked at her food. Her memories often depicted a somber scene while she ate by herself. No talking or eye contact was ever made. She never bothered to hide her disinterest.
When you read the book, you didn’t feel too bad for the queen. The author barely wrote about her except when the story needed to continue. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t like the story. The queen was a lackluster villain while her parents were almost cartoonishly evil. The protagonist had been a little better, but still somewhat flat. However, you assumed the appeal was the sweet romance between the two. The romance was actually kind of cute. Speaking of romance, you have yet to see the dragon king in person.
“Your highness?” Diablo brought you from your thoughts.
“Hmm?” You realize your teacup is empty. “Did I drink that?”
He nods. “Yes, your highness. You were deep in thought while taking sips.”
You’re surprised you didn’t dribble any on you. Maybe it’s all due to the rigorous etiquette training the queen had gone through. “Is there anything I have planned today?”
“Not today, your highness.”
Great, you have the whole day to do whatever you want. “Diablo, where is the king?”
“In his study. He’s been up before the crack of dawn,” he informs you.
Thanks to her memories, you know exactly where his study is. You also know she never bothers him until she has to use her magic. However, now that this is your life, you plan to do whatever it takes to save yourself from dying.
“Thank you, Diablo.” Leaving the dining hall, you head to your dear husband’s study. Diablo follows a few paces behind.
“Are you planning to visit his highness?” he inquires.
He’s always with you. “Yes. I thought we could spend some time together.” Glancing behind you, his face is a neutral mask.
He merely nods when he meets your gaze. “An excellent idea, your highness.”
Arriving at the door to his study, you knock. There’s no answer. “Are you sure he’s here?”
“Yes. He rarely leaves his study until lunch time, your highness. Would you like me to check?” He gestures to the door.
“No, that’s okay. I can do it.” Grabbing the handle, you pull the door open. The room is mostly dark due to the curtains being drawn closed. Stepping inside, your eyes adjust to the gloom.
Malleus Draconia is an intimidating figure. Even sitting down he seems to tower over everything. His inky black hair contrasts with his pale skin. His most characteristic trait are the obsidian colored horns on his head. They gleam even in the low light. The lamp on his desk casts shadows on the bookshelf behind him. He’s very fitting for a male lead.
He doesn’t make a move to look up from his work. “Is there something wrong, Diablo?”
The old butler clears his throat. “No, your majesty.”
“I came to see you.” You paste on a smile though it’s a lot more work than you thought. It’s as if this face has never smiled, which wouldn’t be a surprise.
Malleus does look up when you speak. For a brief second his eyes widen before his brows draw together. “Is there something wrong, my queen?” His gaze remains dull. His eyes are like the color of old, dried leaves.
Stepping forward so you’re standing in front of his desk, you shake your head. “Nothing is wrong. Do I need a reason to visit you?”
His expression smooths. He has a cool, detached look. “Of course not. This palace is your home, you are allowed to go wherever you want. Do you need something?”
Clasping your hands together, you lean closer. “I was wondering if we could do something together. Once you’re done with everything, of course.”
He returns back to the paperwork. “I don’t know if I’ll have time. There’s a lot of things I need to do. And the war with the Queendom of Roses takes precedence…”
You blink twice. “War?”
“Yes. Your father had mentioned how the Queendom has been encroaching on his territory. He says they’re looking to take over more and more of Briar Valley. We should act before they even have a chance,” he explains.
Well this is the first you’ve heard of a war. However, if memory serves your right, your parents had invested interest in the land bordering the Queendom of Roses. Your home is a small land squished between two mighty kingdoms. Though not technically royalty, your parents are basically the rulers. They wanted to expand, but couldn’t. Unless…a war breaks out somehow. Compared to the Queendom, Briar Valley is far superior in magical combat. You’re pretty sure all Malleus has to do is wave his hand to annihilate the country off the map if he so wished.
Chewing on your lip, you wonder if there’s anything you can do to prevent this. You’d rather not let your so-called parents win anything. “How about we have lunch in the garden later?”
His hand pauses in writing. “You wish to eat together?” he asks, not looking up.
“Yes, I’d like to.” You’re determined to spend some time with him. Your life is at stake!
“Alright.” He returns back to writing.
Inwardly giving yourself a pat on the back, you flash him a smile even though he can’t see it. “I’ll see then, your majesty.”
Leaving the office, Diablo quietly closes the door. “Where can I find more information about the Queendom of Roses?”
“We can start at the royal library. I’m sure the head librarian can help find what you’re looking for.” Diablo leads the way.
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You're late for lunch. Getting lost in the research about the Queendom of Roses, you forgot the time. Thankful Diablo came to remind you. Rushing to the gardens with an armful of papers and a few books, you easily navigate your way through the maze of the palace thanks to the former body’s memories.
Arriving, you immediately spy Malleus waiting at the table. Food is set out along with a tea cart. He looks utterly bored. However, he seems to perk up a bit as you come closer. Diablo immediately pulls out the chair for you to sit.
“Sorry I’m late! I got so lost in reading that I didn’t realize the time.” You place the books and papers on the table.
“What’s all this?” he asks, gesturing to the mess.
Trying to make a neater pile, you tap the top of one book. “I’ve been doing some research on the Queendom of Roses. And I don’t think going to war with them would be beneficial.”
“Oh?” He leans back, interest sparking his usual dull green eyes.
Opening one of the books with a map, you point to the page. “The Queendom of Roses is rich in natural resources when it comes to crops. A war would most likely ruin the land, and even magic wouldn’t be able to bring it back to what it once was.”
You rifle through your papers before finding the one you want. Placing it over the book, you continue, “Briar Valley lacks in certain resources when it comes to agriculture. We could make a trade agreement with the Queendom for their crops. It would greatly benefit the people.”
Malleus ponders your words. “And what of them encroaching on your country?”
“They have no need to expand nor do they have the power to do so.” You gesture to another book. “I doubt it’s on purpose.”
He stares at you. “So, are you saying your father lied? Was he trying to spark a fight between us and another country?”
Biting your tongue, you resist the urge to spill the truth. “I’m sure he was overreacting. Being such a small country, father takes the people’s safety as utmost. But I do think a war would be a waste of resources, time, and lives.”
Diablo clears the table of your things before serving lunch. Malleus eyes you curiously. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes,” you answer firmly without hesitation.
Picking up a fork, he spears a tomato slice. “Alright. We won’t go to war with the Queendom.” He turns to Diablo, “Let Lilia know to stand down. I’ll work on drafting a proposal to the Queendom later.”
The butler bows before leaving. You let out a deep sigh but straighten up when you realize Malleus is watching you. “Thank you, your majesty.” You’re glad he didn’t fight you on this. Though maybe due to the queen’s magic, he’s too apathetic to care.
“Somethings changed about you,” he muses aloud. You stiffen as panic starts to build. “Are you feeling well?” he inquires.
“I’m fine, your majesty.” You try to smile convincingly but it probably looks more like a grimace.
“I heard you fell off your horse a few days ago. No lingering aches or pains?” he probes. Why’s he suddenly interested? He didn’t visit once while you were on bedrest.
You stab a carrot. “I feel fine. I did some thinking and decided I wanted to take a more active role. I am the queen, so I should be doing more.” The lie slips easily off your tongue.
He’s quiet for a moment. “I see…”
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For the rest of the day, you try your best to read into the current situation of Briar Valley. It seems the queen didn’t bother with anything related to politics. All she seemed to do was sit in her room until she was needed. You had many memories of staring blankly at a wall or something equally mundane.
You know there’s probably rumors of how the queen seems to be a different person. One of the maids had mumbled something about the fall knocking her brain around. You could care less what they said as long as you managed to change your fate. Knowing the situation of the country you supposedly co-ruled is a good start.
At least it doesn’t seem like your parents are causing too much trouble. Beyond trying to instigate a war with the Queendom of Roses, they’ve been quiet. Perhaps they’re waiting for the queen’s magic to take hold before doing anything drastic. If your plan works, they’ll be in jail soon.
You’re curled up in bed with a thick history book about Briar Valley. Having taken out a few books from the royal library, your room is starting to look like a mess with the books all over the place. You know the basics about the country from her lessons, but you want to go more in depth. It’s best to know everything you can.
There’s a knock at the door that links to Malleus’s room. Out of habit you glance around for the digital clock at your bedside. But it’s not there. “Of course…”
During your isolation in the bedroom, you found out from her memories that Malleus and the queen do not share a bed. Instead they each have their own rooms, which are connected by a door. However, the queen keeps her door locked. The only time it’s unlocked is when Malleus comes over for an hour before bed every other week. She had made up some excuse about wanting to spend a little time with him before bed. It’s the dumbest excuse you’ve heard but somehow he bought it.
Maybe he wanted to please the queen? Maybe he really is that naive about what couples do? Whatever the reason for him to agree to this ritual, it had made it easier for the queen to cast her magic.
Slipping out of bed, you unlock the door. Malleus stands there in casual clothes. He doesn’t look ready for sleep, but he does tend to stay up late from what Diablo said. You have to bite back the smile when you notice the black dragon slippers on his feet. Very dignified.
“Uh… hi…” This is certainly awkward. “The room’s a little messy, but the bed’s mostly clear.”
Malleus glances around, his eyes landing on the book you had been reading. “History of Briar Valley?”
You lead him to the bed. He sits at the edge of the bed while you scoot closer to the middle. You draw your legs up to your chest. Without asking, he holds out his hand. “Just some light reading,” you joke as you take his hand.
“...”
“...”
You really can’t just sit there in silence for an hour holding his hand. “Where’d you get those slippers?” you ask suddenly.
He blinks slowly while looking down. “Lilia gave them to me for my birthday last year. He said a king shouldn’t walk around barefoot.”
Very reasonable. “They’re cute.”
“Thank you. Would you like a pair?”
“Um, sure.” His hand is surprisingly comfortable to hold.
He nods. “I will ask Lilia to order once he returns.”
“...”
“...”
You glance at your discarded book. “Do you mind if I read?” You aren’t sure how she was able to sit for an hour staring off into space. This is too weird!
He shakes his head. “Go ahead.”
Grabbing the book with your free hand, you adjust your position and place it on your lap. As you return to reading, you can almost forget Malleus is next to you. Almost. A few times you can feel his intense stare, but when you look back, he’s looking at the far wall.
You’re only a few chapters in when he clears his throat. Looking up, he opens his mouth, but then closes it. “Yes?” You wait patiently for him to gather his words.
“The book mentioned the war with the old fae, but it’s wrong,” he informs you after a pause.
“It is?” You glance down at the date. “This took place almost a thousand years ago. Don’t tell me you were there?” Fae are long lived creatures, but you don’t think Malleus is that old.
He shakes his head. “No. Lilia would sometimes tell me stories from when he was in the army. I remember everything he said clearly. The war did not start the way the book states. Though I assume the author could only speculate since most don’t know the truth.”
“How did it start?” You lean closer, interested to hear what he has to say.
“Well…”
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“...and then everything went up in flames.”
“No!” Eyes widen as your mouth falls open.
“Unfortunately, yes. I hate to admit it, but my control on my flames was not that good.” He sighs, covering his face with his free hand.
Chuckling, you give his hand an involuntary squeeze. “You were young. It’s not like you meant to set everything on fire.”
“That’s true, but for a long time I wasn’t allowed to do anything related to fire.” His lips quirk upward while you try and fail to cover your laughter.
“I-I’m not laughing at you. I just had an image of a smaller version of you.” Your shoulders shake. “I’d love to see a picture of when you were younger.” You can just see a small Malleus pouting while being told he’s not allowed to use his flames.
“I believe there’s a few portraits that were done when I was younger. They’ve been put away, but they should be in the royal storehouse,” he says thoughtfully.
Having calmed down, you shake your head. “Too bad there’s no candid photos of you…”
“Hmm?” He peers at you. “Is seeing a younger version of myself really that interesting?”
You flash him a quick smile. “Of course. Seeing a mini version of you would be so interesting. I’m sure you were very cute,” you tease.
He doesn’t seem to know how to take your comment. Staring at you blankly, his hold on your hand tightens slightly for a second. “Cute?”
“Well, I mean you look…you look, um, nice now. So it’s easy to assume you’d be a cute kid.” Now you’re starting to feel a bit embarrassed.
“I see… So that means you were also cute as a child,” he says in all seriousness.
Did he just give a compliment? You’re unsure what to say. Eyes darting around the room, you clear your throat. “Right. I think we’ve gone over time.” You immediately release his hand.
Malleus straightens up. “I’m sorry.”
He almost looks hurt. You quickly wave off his worry. “No need to apologize! I shouldn’t keep you.”
Standing, you follow Malleus to the door. You catch a glimpse of his dark room. “Good night, your majesty.”
“Good night…” He glances back as the door closes. You turn the lock in place with a click.
Heading to bed, you lay there surrounded by many pillows. A feeling of loneliness settles deep in your chest. You wonder how Idia and everyone else has taken the news of your death.
---
You let out a cough as dust billows out from the curtains. The once gloomy study at least looks a little better with natural light. The queen has her own study across from Malleus’s, but she never used it. It overlooks the garden below. You decided it would be a good place for you to work. And having so many books in your bedroom is starting to be a little too much.
“I do apologize for the dust, your highness. If you want, I can fetch someone to do a quick clean,” Diablo offers.
Wiping a finger along the desk, you note the layer of dust. “I think that would be for the best. While someone cleans up here, I’m going to gather the materials from my room.” The butler bows before leaving.
Leaving the study door open, you go back to your room. Gathering all the books and papers into a stack, you eye the leaning tower. You could make a few trips to ensure nothing will fall. But the less trips you have to make, the quicker you can get down to business.
Carrying the precarious tower of books while tucking the papers under one arm, you walk slowly down the hall. A few maids stop and offer to help, but you wave them off. You’re fairly certain you can handle this.
You’re nearly there when the papers from under your arm slip out. Narrowing your eyes, you shift the balance of the books to one hand. Slowly squatting, you reach out your free hand to try and pick up the papers while keeping an eye on the stack.
“Come on…” Your fingers brush against the papers. “There!” And the tower of books wobbles dangerously. “Don’t you dare…” Unfortunately the books do not listen and the stack tilts over.
But before they can fall, they start to float. Staring at the sight, the rest fly out of your hand. Realizing now that you’re not alone, you finally notice Malleus standing outside his study. He waves his hands and the books fly over to him. They stack neatly while floating at his side.
He gestures to the books. “It seemed that you needed help.”
Picking up the papers, you sigh. “Thank you. I thought I could make it…”
He follows you into the study. “You’ve decided to use the office,” he mumbles aloud. He sets the books on the now clean desk.
“I thought it would be better than my bedroom. And the view is nice,” you explain with a chuckle. “Since you’re across the way, feel free to visit.”
Malleus takes in the nearly empty room. Since the queen had never used it, there were no personal items. He turns back to you. “Do you want to write up the proposal for the Queendom of Roses?”
You owlishly blink. “M-me?”
“Yes. You are the one who came up with the idea. It would only be appropriate for you to draw up the proposal.”
Sure you had all her memories of how to be a proper queen. But she had never done any of her duties. Instead they were all dumped on Mallues. From her memories, he never said a word. He left the queen alone to do what she wanted.
Nervously licking your lips, you slowly nod. “I’ll try my best…”
“I can look over it once you're done,” he offers.
“Okay… Right, let me just start working on this.” Scrambling around your desk, you start shuffling through the papers. Malleus leaves you to your work.
---
Pouring through books on treaties and negotiations, you attempt to draft up a proposal. Diablo provides you with a few old proposals that were made back in the day. You also try to keep in mind the etiquette the Queendom of Roses has. They have a lot of rules; eight-hundred and ten to be exact.
If you want the proposal to be accepted, you need to ensure you’re following all their rules as well. It’s honestly ridiculous, but you’re determined to get this done right. If you can do this and show Malleus you’re capable, it’s bound to make you more favorable in his eyes. All you need is for him to think of you favorably by the time the protagonist shows up.
You crumble up another sheet of paper and toss it on the floor. The proposal writing isn’t going very well. Letting out a deep, frustrated sigh, you set down your pen. “Diablo, what time is it?”
“It’s nearly five, your highness,” he answers right away. You hear him snap the cover of his pocket watch closed. He comes in and out of your office offering tea and snacks. “Perhaps, it’s time you take a break,” he advises.
Groaning, you stand up. “Fine!” You probably sound like a child, but you wanted to get this done as soon as possible. However, you’ve barely made a dent.
“Might I suggest a walk in the garden to clear your head?” He bows. “The weather is lovely and some sun will do you good, your highness.”
Following his advice, you head out to the garden. It really is a beautiful place. Inhaling deeply, you feel some tension leave your body. “Mhmm! You’re right, Diablo. I needed this.”
The old butler bows. “I’m glad my suggestion is helping.”
You continue your leisurely walk through the gardens. There’s still something bothering you about this marriage. Your country is much smaller and weaker compared to Briar Valley. In regards to value, Briar Valley got the short end of the deal. And based on what you remember in the book, Malleus had no feelings for the queen. His one true love would be the protagonist. So why on earth did he agree to the marriage in the first place? The author never explained it.
“Your highness?” Diablo’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.
“Hmm?” He gestures to Malleus, who had at some point shown up. “Oh! Hello, your majesty.”
Malleus looks surprised to see you. “I did not expect to see you here.”
Right, because the queen usually spent her days locked in her room. “I just needed some air. I’ve been working on the proposal but haven’t had much luck.”
He nods. “I see.” You watch as his eyes dull and his face falls back into a stoic expression. The queen’s unique magic is still in effect. “If you need help, I’m sure there are some old proposals Diablo can find for you to use as samples.”
“He’s already done that. I think I just need more time to wrap my head around it.” You can only hope the unique magic effects will wear off eventually. “What brings you out here?”
Mallues holds up a watering can. “I wanted to tend to the roses.” You realize now that he’s actually dressed down. “I know we have the gardeners to take care of everything, but I do like to tend to the roses once and awhile,” he continues. “I haven’t felt up to the task recently, but today seems like a nice day.”
The image of the regal king of Briar Valley taking care of flowers pops into your head unbidden. It’s actually quite a heart warming image. “I didn’t realize you had a green thumb,” you joke. He really doesn’t seem the type to get down and dirty.
Head tilting slightly, he regards you coolly. “There’s a lot of things I like to do. I guess we just haven’t had much time to learn about each other.” There’s no maliciousness in his words, but it still hurts. And even though you know it’s not your fault, you still feel a bit bad.
“I guess we’ve been busy…” you respond lamely. Sighing, you look over to Diablo, but he’s busy minding his own business. “Do you mind if I…if I help?”
“If you want to.” He hands you the watering can. “I’ll do some pruning over there. You can start watering them over in that area.” He’s all business as he directs you.
Despite not being dressed properly for garden work, you don’t comment. Watering plants is fairly easy compared to pruning. As you silently water the plants, you watch Mallues from the corner of your eye. He’s laser focused as he works quickly and efficiently. He’s obviously done this a lot.
By the time you're done, you're sweating, dirty and exhausted. Your clothes are smeared with dirt from the times you leaned a bit too close. Wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, you can feel the fatigue in your body. The queen never did hard work, and you can tell just by how raw your hands feel. Gripping the watering can so much had caused the skin to blister and break.
“Your highness, I believe it would be best to go inside and rest,” Diablo called. The old butler had hovered around you with concern, but you had waved him off. You were determined to get this done without any help. Anything to get on Malleus’s good side.
You can feel the sweat clinging to you like a second skin. “I think you’re right…” you huff. The sun continues to shine down rather harshly as you peer up. “I think I need a bath,” you mumble.
Swaying as you walk, you stumble a few times. Diablo is by your side immediately. “Your highness!”
“Damn this body,” you mutter. Your vision is blurry as Diablo’s voice fades in and out. “I need a nap, Diab-” Then everything goes black.
---
When you wake, your body no longer feels like lead. You sit up in bed. Someone had changed you out of your clothes and into something clean. Panic settles in unbidden at the thought of someone seeing your - the queen’s - back. It’s something she wanted to keep hidden from everyone. Even if she’s no longer in the body, her emotions still linger. Some are stronger than others. This particular topic is a sensitive one.
“You’re awake, your highness.” Diablo stands from his seat in the corner of your room. Your head whips around in his direction.
“Who changed me?” you ask, not bothering to beat around the bush.
Standing at your bedside, he bows. “I did.”
The silence stretches on. Then, “Did you…?”
“I did not see anything, your highness,” he responds smoothly.
Your body relaxes. “Okay.”
Standing up straight, he adjusts his jacket. “Your highness, if you ever wish to talk, know that I am here. Whatever you say to me remains confidential. From everyone.”
A small smile forms on your lips. “Thank you, Diablo.”
Diablo nods. “His majesty wanted to know once you woke up. I will get him.” Giving one last bow, he leaves your room. After a few minutes, Malleus sweeps into the room and to your side.
He suddenly drops down on one knee and bows his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Pl-please stand, your majesty!” You wave your hands around uselessly.
Looking up, there’s something different in his gaze. “I should have realized you aren’t used to working outside like that. Instead of watching out for you like a good husband, I ignored you. Please forgive me.”
Reaching over, you try to push his shoulders to stand, but he does not budge. “Your majesty, I am fine. It’s partially my fault as well. I shouldn’t have pushed myself when I knew I needed rest.” Hands falling on your lap, you sigh. “Please stand, Malleus.”
That seems to have an effect. He slowly stands up. “Still, I should have checked in on you. I promise this won’t happen again.”
Patting the bed, you gesture for him to sit. He perches himself precariously on the edge. “I don’t mind helping with the roses. I want to spend more time with you doing things like this,” you tell him. “You’re right that we barely spend time together, so I’d like to remedy that.” You take his hand in your own.
He’s silent as he stares at your connected hands. Then, “I’d like that as well.”
There’s a comfortable silence between you two. Holding his hand feels comfortable. And dear you say his hand feels safe? It’s a strange feeling but not unwelcome. You feel closer to him now.
“What do you want to do?” he asks suddenly.
You manage to pull your gaze from your interlocked hands. “What?”
He runs his thumb over your knuckles absentmindedly. “You said you want to spend more time together. What did you want to do?”
“Right now?” He nods. “Uh…I don’t think my body can do much.” You look around before your eyes fall on a stack of books. “I was planning on reading a few of Briar Valley’s folklores. Do you want to read together?” It’s rather boring but you really don’t want to move.
Malleus gets up to grab the books. You scoot over to make room for him. He hesitates. “Come on. I promise I won’t bite.”
Sitting on the bed while propped up against the headboard, he hands you the books. “Lilia has read these to me before. But it’s been a long time,” he comments.
“It’ll be a refresher for you and something new for me.” Sharing the book between you two, you flip open to the first story. “Once upon a time…”
---
As promised, you spend a little more time with Malleus. You don’t do anything too exciting like little walks through the garden or reading together. The latter he seems to enjoy a lot. Sometimes he would pop into your office just to check-in. He even starts showing up for breakfast and dinner.
Honestly, it felt strange at first seeing him so often, but you quickly got used to it. And it’s nice to be able to talk with someone else besides Diablo.
“Diablo, where is Malleus?” you ask, setting down your pen. Stretching, your body feels stiff from sitting so long.
“He’s on the training grounds.” Taking the proposal in hand, you leave your office. “Master Lilia has returned with knights Silver and Sebek.”
You pause in your walk. Brief, blurry images of these three people emerge from the queen’s memories. It seems that she didn’t have many memories of these three. “Returned from?”
“They went on a mission in regards to the Queendom of Roses,” Diablo explains. “Since a possible war with them has been called off, there is no need for master Lilia to continue. I’m sure Sebek is thrilled to be back at his highness’s side.” Diablo chuckles while shaking his head.
Continuing your walk to the training grounds, you wonder what they’re like. Since the queen didn’t have any interactions with them, you’re going to meet them for the first time. From the brief information she had, the two knights are meant to protect Malleus. Master Lilia was Malleus’s caretaker from when he was a baby.
As you come to the outdoor training grounds, you can hear the murmur of voices. Malleus stands with the three Diablo mentioned. They seem to be having a good time as he even cracks a smile. At least the queen’s magic is weakening.
Sensing your presence, Malleus turns to you. His eyes immediately fall on the paper in your hands. “Have you finished the proposal?”
“Yup. I wanted you to check it.” Holding out the paper, he starts reading. You notice the other three are staring at you. “Hello…”
Silver and Sebek bow. “Your highness,” they say in unison.
Lilia’s gaze darts between you and Malleus. He smiles slyly. “It’s nice to see you two talking and getting along,” he says aloud.
“Hmm…” Malleus makes a noncommittal noise as he finishes reading the proposal. “It’s not bad. There are a few things I believe you can change, but it’s a good proposal overall. I’ll leave the edits in your office tomorrow.”
If there weren’t people around, you would've patted yourself on the back. “Thank you, Malleus!”
“Hrrk?!” Sebek makes a noise in the back of his throat.
You glance over at him as he tries to compose himself. Continuing, “I also think that once we send the proposal, we should do it the way the Queendom of Roses would.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Malleus nods thoughtfully. “What are their customs?”
Ticking off the rules on your fingers, “We need to send two messengers on white horses. Each messenger should wear a red rose on their lapel. It must be before or after noon time as the queen typically takes tea then.” Your nose scrunches as you recall all the rules you read.
“They’re rules are unusual,” Malleus murmurs. “But I’m sure this will help better our stance with the queen of hearts.”
“That’s what I hope. Anyways, I’m going to finish up some of the other paperwork. I’ll see you for dinner?” You usually don’t ask since he’s been joining you for breakfast and dinner as of late. However, you want him to catch up with everyone.
Smiling, he nods. “Of course.”
Giving him a wave, you and Diablo return to your study. You can feel the other three staring the entire time.
---
Once you disappear Lilia leans in close to Malleus. “It seems that the queen has finally come out of her frozen shell, hmm?”
“Sh-she called you by your first name…” Sebek mutters, bewildered.
“We’ve been getting to know each other,” the dragon king replies. He has a faint smile on his face as he stares off into the direction you went.
The three exchange looks. Silver clears his throat. “I’m glad to see you two are getting closer. And you seem more yourself, your majesty.”
Hand under his chin, he hums thoughtfully. “Now that you mention it, I do feel…lighter.”
“Hoho, to be young~!” Lilia teases.
Shaking his head, Malleus's smile falls into a serious expression. “Did you find anything?” Down to business. His eye flash green as he casts a silencing spell around them.
All three straighten up. Lilia speaks first. “Unfortunately, we do have some bad news about the queen’s parents. It’s too bad seeing as you two are getting along…” He sighs.
“Go on.” Malleus is stone faced as Lilia tells him the news.
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