This fic is based off the vignette where Sebek talks about how he would court someone he likes, as instructed by Lilia. I actually think Sebek would be such a devoted lover once he found someone he respected and liked enough to to pursue romantically :')
Your relationship with Sebek went from zero to a hundred within the blink of an eye.
One week he's yelling at you for breathing too close to his liege, and the next he's escorting you to all of your classes like a gentleman. All while yelling at everyone else for breathing too closely to you.
Okay. Perhaps that is a slight exaggeration. But the point still stands that you have a sneaking suspicion Sebek Zigvolt has developed a teensy bit of a crush on you. You came to this conclusion based on two key observations.
For starters, anytime you make the offensive mistake of carrying your own belongings in his presence, he makes it a point to snatch whatever it is from you. Which, at first you tried to protest. A big mistake.
"I am perfectly capable of holding my own stuff, Sebek. You really don't have to–"
The words didn't even have a chance to leave your mouth before the bag was removed from your shoulder at a speed so alarming, you would almost think the bag carried a weapon and not two measly notebooks and a can of tuna you had found on clearance for Grim.
"NONSENSE." Sebek loudly declared, making several nearby students jump a mile high. Sebek carefully slung your bag over his own shoulder, all while glaring you down as if you had personally offended his entire bloodline.
"You need not burden yourself with unnecessary physical exertion! This is but one of the many duties any respectable knight should carry out!" He held his head high, clearly not seeing reason. He was being ridiculous, and you couldn't help but narrow your eyes at him.
"Uh huh... well, thank you Sebek. However would I have carried that incredibly heavy bag without the help of a strong, trustworthy knight? I may have threw my back out." Your words were laced with sarcasm, yet Sebek only took your words as the highest of praises. His cheeks dusted pink, and he immediately turned his head away from you so that you couldn't see the proud look on his face.
"Of course you would have! Humans are such fragile creatures, after all." He came to an abrupt halt as you reached your classroom, opening the door for you and ushering you inside so he could drop the bag off at your seat before rushing to his own class.
You tried to ignore Ace and Deuce's shit eating grin as they enjoyed watching you and your new personal escort.
"Right then! I shall return after class to ensure you reach your dorm safely. DO NOT TRY AND PICK UP THIS BAG IN MY ABSENCE, I cannot allow for your back to give way! In the meantime, study diligently." His gaze fell upon the two Heartslabyul first years, and with a clenched jaw he barked out at them "AS FOR YOU TWO– REFRAIN FROM DISTRACTING THE PREFECT WITH YOUR USUAL FOOLISHNESS."
And with that, he made his exit. Leaving you to sink further in your chair as the entire class silently stared directly at you with wide eyes. Some of them were confused, others were entertained, and the rest had half a mind to ask you to "blink twice if you need help."
Ace was the first to break the silence.
"Huh! I didn't know you adopted a new dog, prefect! Have you tried teaching him to roll over yet?" You elbowed him in the side, making him flinch back. "Ouch–! Hey, not my fault you managed to rizz up the weirdest guy in the whole school. You're probably stuck with his shadow looming over you for life now, bro."
"It is a little strange to see Sebek giving you royalty treatment. It's not as bad as he is with Malleus, but still." Deuce chimed in, looking at you with more sympathy than Ace had. Though, he couldn't help but admit he was also pretty amused by the entire situation. You let out a groan, dropping your face into your hands.
"I don't know what I did to get here. But can we just drop it for now? I need to focus on something else or my head might explode."
Deuce nodded, agreeing to your wishes immediately. Ace hesitantly dropped the subject, but he was going to make sure to mess with you about this for months to come.
You were so cooked.
The second observation was arguably stranger. And possibly borderline creepy, had it been coming from anyone but Sebek.
You began receiving letters. Handwritten letters that spoke of you as if you were an angel sent to Twisted Wonderland from the divine themselves. At first, you had your doubts that they were actually coming from Sebek, and you almost wondered if someone was pulling a prank on you.
That is, until one of the letters came with a picture. Of him...smiling?
Dear Prefect of Ramshakle Dorm,
Someone has brought it to my attention that you may not be used to recieveing a physical missive from the heart. However. Though I often speak my mind without second thought...for some reason, when I come face to face with your everlasting radiance, I almost find myself unable to express what I truly wish to say to you.
This is no excuse on my part. You are most deserving and worthy of high acclaim. I will do better from here on out to shower you with all the words you must hear about yourself on a daily basis. This includes topics on your emotional strength, your kindness and generosity, your breathtaking beauty. And... your courage. Which you often seem to doubt that you have.
You see, I always find it hard to believe that someone who demonstrates such remarkable courage would often diminish their own worth. Yet, you continue to surprise me. I have decided that I must take it upon myself to correct this at once.
Most mere humans cower away in fear when faced with the disasters that have begun taking place in this school as of late. However, In order to assist your peers, you have put yourself in the face of danger multiple times, despite your lack of magic at that! (Much to my immense worry for you.)
You have the commendable heart of a warrior. Not of a cowardly human. Please remember this when you are feeling less than what you truly are.
I shall begin to wrap this missive up. There is more I would like to say to you, but I know some of it should be said in person. Just know that I admire you, greatly. Far more than what may be considered appropriate.
Inside this envelope, I have attached a photo of my smiling visage for your viewing pleasure. Do with the photo what you will. And perhaps, if you wished to send a photo of yourself back...I would quite enjoy that.
From,
Sebek Zigvolt of Diasomnia Dorm.
Your jaw was practically to the floor as you read the letter to the end. You couldn't believe your eyes.
Sebek wrote all of this for you?! You didn't know he could be so...
Endearing?
You pulled the photo out of the envelope, unable to stop the snort that came out the moment you laid eyes on it. The photo was a tad bit stiff, but he held an honest smile in what looked to be a picture that someone else took for him. Did he have an entire photo shoot for this? The mental image had you wanting to double over in laughter, but you tried to compose yourself. He had pure intentions, after all.
You smiled fondly as you reread the letter, before grabbing your camera and stepping somewhere into the best lighting you could find in the dorm. You'd give him the photo he wanted next time you saw him.
The following day, you felt nervous as you walked side by side with Sebek to the cafeteria. Well... "walked" was putting it lightly. With the way Sebek stood with his back standing impossibly straight, and his eyes scanning his surroundings as if he was waiting for someone to jump out at the both of you with an axe... once again, you felt more like royalty being escorted by their trusty guard dog than a student walking around the school hallways with a friend.
You kept sneaking glances at him through the corner of your eye, hand fidgeting with the envelope you shoved in your pocket, that held the photo you took for him.
And much to your dismay, you heart had begun doing something very inconvenient ever since you read his letter to you the night before.
Because the thing about Sebek was that he never lied or played around. Sure, he may seem to exaggerate sometimes, but you knew him well enough to know by now that whatever he said was exactly how he felt.
"You appear distracted." Sebek brought you out of your thoughts with a voice that was oddly gentle coming from him. "If something troubles you, you need only to say the word."
"No, no. Nothing like that." You attempted to reassure him, but you could tell he wasnt buying it by the way his brows furrowed together. "Actually..."
You pulled out the envelope from your pocket, hand shaking slightly as you held it out to him. His eyes widened for a brief moment, looking at you with uncertainty.
"This is for you." He blinked, breath hitching in his throat as he slowly reached out to accept the envelope like it was a sacred offering from Malleus himself.
"For me?!" You quickly nodded, suddenly very interested in the patterns on the floor's tiles. He carefully began to open the envelope up, and you refused to look up at his reaction.
What if he thought it was strange? Or that you were mocking him? He was so sincere, what if you–
"I SHALL RUN TO DIASOMNIA AT ONCE TO HANG THIS PHOTO UP!" You jumped at his sudden declaration, eyes snapping to look over at him. He held a wide smile on his face, holding the photo of you up like he was looking at a priceless artifact instead of you smiling inside of your dump of a dorm.
He turned the photo around, reading the words you scribbled on the back.
For your viewing pleasure.
"You uh– you don't have to hang it up, it might cramp your gothic style and Malleus bedroom theme you have going on. It was just a silly photo–"
"You and lord Malleus both hold great importance to me. I will treasure this photo until the day I cease my breath." He cast simple magic on the photo to keep it safe, before placing it in the pocket of his uniform. You let out a sigh, shaking your head fondly at his nonsense.
"If you say so. Can I come with you back to Diasomnia, then?" You felt him stiffen, before he took in a deep breath.
"Though I would be honored to take you, I instead have a request of you." He suddenly appeared bashful, and your head tilted in curiosity as the tips of his ears turned red. "I originally wanted to wait until I could take you back to Brair Valley for this, but Lilia told me that he had a change in his wisdom and that there was no time like the present to do this...so, prefect...if you would meet me on the courtyard's bench tonight when the clock strikes midnight...there is something I wish to tell you."
You felt your heart flutter nervously in your chest, stomach twisting as your mind raced with possibilities of what he may say.
Was he going to...
"With that, I will see you tonight if you accept!"
And before you could reply, he was gone. Taking the photo of you with him.
By the time night rolled around, you were a wreck.
"You've been pacing for twenty minutes!" Grim spoke between bites of the discount tuna you gave him, watching you with an unimpressed stare. "You're makin me dizzy over here."
"I can't help it, Grim! Sebek will be here in just a few minutes. What if he wants to tell me all of this is over? That his letters to me were a mistake and he never wants to carry a book or bag for me again ever in my feeble human existence?"
"Listen up, henchhuman! I'm only gonna say this once!" Grim suddenly declared, pointing a paw at you as he stood up like he was about to give you a grand speech for a pep talk. "Take it from me, the great love expert! You're way too good for that guy. There's no way he's just gonna up and leave you, unless he just wants to die alone. If anything, you should tell him to give you compensation for your time."
You looked at Grim through narrowed eyes. "Love expert my ass! I'm not asking him to pay me for going out with him."
Your gaze shifted to your watch, and with a heavy sigh, you flick your hand at Grim, shooing him off. "Alright. Time's up. Go hide behind a bush or something and DON'T say a word, or set anything on fire unless you want to be scrubbing the campus toilets for a month straight."
"You wouldn't–!"
"Crowley would love to put you on janitor duty again. Don't try me." Grim heeded your warning, for once.
You sat yourself down on the bench as midnight approached, your hands fidgeting with each other as you attempted to calm yourself down.
You knew you were overthinking.
Sebek may be considered rude to those who didn't know him well, but he wouldn't drag you all the way out here just to say something cruel and hurt your feelings. You knew he wouldn't.
So then why were you so...
"PREFECT!" You flinched, the man of the hour suddenly appearing before you. You couldn't help but notice how...polished he looked.
Did he style his hair more than usual? And his outfit...
You had to try and stop the amused smile from spreading on your face. He really went all out for this.
"Thank you for accepting my request to meet me here tonight." He cleared his throat, taking a seat on the bench beside you, with enough space in between you for a whole other person. You opened your mouth to comment on it, but he continued speaking.
"As of late, I've been thinking a great deal."
"Oh? How dangerous." You shot back to tease him, which he decided to ignore. But not before throwing you an unimpressed side eye.
"For many years, my life has had a singular purpose. To serve and protect Lord Malleus. To become a great knight, so that I could protect Briar Valley." That much you already knew. It wasn't like he didn't talk about that constantly. "My loyalty to him will never waver, for it is my greatest honor to stand at his side." You nodded, and then Sebek's voice softened.
"However, recently...my attention became divided. I found myself distracted with thoughts and feelings I had never experienced before. And at first I thought I must have grown ill."
Your heart stuttered, urging for him to continue. His gaze landed directly onto you, and very cautiously, he slid one of his hands into yours. They were rough and calloused...as well as a bit sweaty from what you assumed were nerves.
"But then Lilia informed me that the symptoms I was experiencing was...romantic affection. Towards you."
"Sebek, I–" you couldn't finish your thought. In all honesty, you were speechless. Of all people you could pull in Twisted Wonderland, you never would have guessed it would be him.
"I will admit, I did try to correct these feelings. But I failed. The situation only worsened, and soon I felt consumed by thoughts of you."
"Consumed, huh? Is that why you started stalking me everywhere?"
"I– STALKING?! I WAS ENSURING YOUR SAFETY, HUMAN!" You let out a laugh at how flustered he suddenly became, and Sebek sighed. You were impossible.
"If that's what you wanna call it."
Sebek may have looked annoyed at your teasing, but the way his thumb tenderly brushed the back of your hand was enough to tell you that he didn't mind. He adored you, hopelessly so.
"I admire you." He spoke out. "I often wondered to myself how someone with so little power in this world could possess the strength that you do. Every day I see you doing your best, even when everything seems against you."
"And...?" You were beginning to get impatient, waiting for the words you so desperately wanted to hear–
"And. I love you, prefect." He finally ripped the bandaid off, and you swore you could almost cry. "There is no one else who could be worthy of my affections in the way that you are. I do not expect you to feel the sa–"
You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened, and you swore he looked like he was going to explode.
"I love you too, Sebek. Very much so."
And in the background, a very unimpressed Grim watched the scene unfold, unsure if he was happy for you or disgusted by all the mush he was witnessing.
He certainly wasn't looking forward to Sebek being at Ramshackle more often.
Dividers by priestboy
Do not steal or use my work for ai purposes. I will eat you.
When’s the 4th part of the rockstar reader coming out goat 💔
I double pinky swear it's coming out soon, my beautiful, shining, extraordinary twin. I'm lowkey trying to find a way to end this thing cuz this whole fic is based on vague daydreams. But. Rockstar yuu is coming.
If you guys can make OCs based on blankets and boxes that are on screen for less than a minute, then I can base my yuusona off the Disney Kem Weber animation desks. Look at them and their fucked up hair. Absolute goober. Cutie pie.
Their name is Yumemi and they're an aspiring animator. Get it. Yumemi as in dreamer. And an animator because it's Disney. Get it. But it also works both ways because Walt Disney always said to chase after your dreams. Also like the Disney Dreamer Academy. Because Yuu has prophetic dreams. Get it. And they're a drum major. Like Drum Major Mickey. Get it. Do you get it. I don't think you get it.
Tired making their hair resemble the light box on animation desks, turned into a fucked up bob. I think it looks cute anyway. Boy? Girl? Dreamer. They look sad but they got big dreams. Figuratively and literally.
WHY IS MC ALWAYS FEMALE WE MALE READERS WANNA BE APPRECIATED AND TALKED ABOUT TOO PLEASE WRITE ABOUT US AND NOT JUST ONESHOTS BUT FULL FICS PLEASEEEE AND I BEG DONT STOP WRITING MID WAY IM SO TIRED OF THIS GUYS I SWEAR IM DROWNING
Hello! This is my first request ever lol. I have been reading your twst stuff and I absolutely love them all!
I have been hit with the Sebek pill recently so I wanted to ask what if, and hear me out. Married Sebek x Chef fem!reader? Like Sebek comes home after a rough day of being a knight and is greeted with an absolute feast for him to have, also I like to think when he goes back to work the next day, for lunch that his wife packed for him it’s just filled to the brim with food and the other knights tease him about it and jokingly ask if they can have some.
Compliments to the Chef
Synopsis. Sebek's wife is an incredible chef!
Pairing. Sebek Z. x Fem! Chef! Reader
Contains. all characters aged up, sooo domestic, fluff
a/n. I'll gladly feed into your newfound love of Sebek. We adore him on this blog!
Sebek came home uncharacteristically tired. His muscles felt tense, his legs were sore, and a headache was creeping from the back of his head. The armor on his body clanked around him as he walked in through the front door of his home. It was clear that this week had worked him a little harder than usual.
The smell of juicy, well-seasoned steak and various legumes met his nostrils. This immediately made him perk up from his silence. "Beloved, I'm home!" He shouted. He was quick to place down his belongings as gently as possible, making a beeline towards her.
"Welcome home, darling!" (y/n)'s excited voice shouted back, "I'm in the kitchen. We're having lots of steak tonight!"
"Are we now?" Sebek smiled, walking into the kitchen and standing beside his wife, who was busy at the stove.
(y/n) smiled, humming in affirmation. She turned to her husband, his armor weighing him down, "Seb, go sit down. And take your armor off, I can tell it's too much for your body right now!" She doted, patting the metal on his chest lightly and resuming her cooking.
"If my armor weighs me down now, then I must become stronger for tomorrow," Sebek pouted. "Let me keep it on 'til slumber, beloved."
"No, I want you to feel comfortable. And, I'm not going to be done for a while." (y/n) spoke calmly, "Go take a shower, put on pajamas. Good rest makes you stronger, not working yourself to death."
The man simply sighed. His wife was correct, if he stayed sore today, who knows how he'd feel tomorrow! How could he protect Lord Malleus if he couldn't even move his limbs?
He began to unbuckle and remove every layer of metal that was on him. He was quick to get up and place them on the shelves in their shared room so that (y/n) would not scold him for leaving them on the dining table.
Piece by piece, and a shower later, he was comfortably in a sage green t-shirt, plaid pajama pants that were just slightly too big for him, and ungelled hair that rested against his softly rouged cheeks.
The home felt warm and smelled of spices with a hint of red wine as (y/n) plated their dinner. Rosemerry was placed on top of the steak as the sauteed vegetables were effortlessly piled beside it. Sebek's portion was much larger than (y/n)'s because of his insanely big appetite and job -- the woman made sure her husband was well fed.
Sitting across from her, the man couldn't help but dig in. When his wife cooked, she cooked insanely well. It was like she had some type of magic in her cooking, or perhaps a secret ingredient that made every person who ate her food go straight into a food coma from how much they consumed. Sebek was no exception to that.
He finished his dinner in record time. The sound of his work clattering against the plate while (y/n) was still in the middle of eating her steak. She stared at her husband in shock. "Whoa, how did you finish all of that so quick? You must've been hungry all day..." She then paused, "Wait, but didn't I pack you, like, a whole feast?"
Sebek looked at her sheepishly, "Well, I did eat it, but... when the other knights around me smelled your cooking... they all wanted some."
"Sebek..." She glared.
"BELOVED, I WAS SIMPLY SO PROUD OF YOUR COOKING I HAD TO SHOW IT OFF TO THE OTHER MEN!!!" The man testified, "And... THEY ALL ENJOYED IT VERY MUCH!!!!"
Through her shock, (y/n) couldn't help but giggle at her husband's antics. "Really? Perhaps you should invite them to dinner then? I don't mind cooking for your teammates."
He practically glowed when she brought up the idea. "Then I shall! Those men will remember that they've had the honor of feasting on your incredible homemade food for the rest of their lives!!!"
(y/n) got shy at her husband's praise, waving off his persistent and dramatic compliments. Sebek simply smiled, getting up to fill his plate with more of his wife's delicious food.
SUMMARY: What would his dream be like with the small detail that he is dreaming that that you two are dating?
CHARACTERS: Sebek Zigvolt x Reader ⚡🦐
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda); Kiss
WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Sebek’s dream (Eng Server)
WORD COUNT: 3.520 words
COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.
I hope you enjoy ⚡
Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / Floyd / Jade / Azul / Jack / Ruggie / Leona / Deuce / Cater / Ace / Trey / Riddle / (Sebek) /...
Silver had just saved you and Grim from the darkness in the dream you were in. He can't control his signature spell, he only knows that he’s more likely to go into the dreams of a person he have a strong tie with. You're in Diasomnia, which seems to fit with this theory. Now you just needed to find out exactly whose dream it was.
You are walking through the corridors of Diasomnia when you hear a familiar loud voice.
“THERE YOU ARE, SILVER! I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!!!”
You look back and see Sebek approaching with that hurried and assertive gait of his. He also had a silver bird flying around his head, but he didn't seem to notice it.
“...Ah, so this is your dream, Sebek.” Silver sas and also explains to you that that is the bird that identifies the dreamer.
“What are you mumbling about?! Are you not fully awake yet? Hm? Are those (Y/N) and their direbeast behind you?”
“Hey! You talk like I'm some kinda pet.” Grim complains. “I'm not (Y/N)'s direbeast. They are my hench-human.”
“Humf! Arrogant and presumptuous as ever. Even transferring to Diasomnia won't teach you to accept your place in an hierarchy.”
“Transferring?” Silver asks. “Are you suggesting he move here?”
“WHAT? I know it was recent, but it's not possible that you've already forgotten. He's already moved here. That's the meaning of being transferred. Which reminds me... (Y/N)! WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING YOUR DIASOMNIA UNIFORM? Today's a special day of celebration. We're holding a grand party here in the dorm. You should be dressed appropriately!”
“A day of celebration...? For what?” Silver asks.
“Huh? Seriously, it's like you're still half-asleep. It's our pep rally to celebrate Malleus and Lilia's off-campus internships, of course!”
“Huh...?” You've never seen such a confused expression on Silver's face.
“It's a shame I won't be seeing much of them at school next year... But knowing them, I've no doubt they'll return with greater achievements than any other intern at their respective organizations.” Sebek says with a smug grin, but then immediately returns to his serious and loud tone. “We still have time before the beginning of the party. Little but enough. Silver, go to the Lounge as quickly as possible and take Grim with you! I'll go with (Y/N) so they can change clothes, and we'll hurry as much as possible to get there on time as well! NOW GO!”
Sebek grabs your hand and pulls you with him to one side of the hallway, while Silver goes with Grim to the other, towards the lounge. Grim initially refuses, but Silver assures him that Sebek won't do anything to you and that it might be best to see what this party is about to try and understand what's going on as quickly as possible.
Sebek leads you to one of the bedroom corridors, stops in front of one of the doors, and opens it with a key he took from his pocket.
It was a room with two beds, one of which could only be Sebek's, especially given the large portrait of the Malleus on the wall. Apart from that, there was nothing particularly special about that side of the room, just lots of books on the desk and a weight bench at the foot of the bed.
But the other bed... it looked like it belonged to someone with extremely similar taste to yours... And then a portrait on the wall caught your attention. It was a portrait as large as the one Sebek had of Malleus, but the image was completely different. To begin with, it wasn't even a photograph; it looked like an oil painting. It was you, seated in a majestic chair and wearing an even more majestic suit/dress. And beside you, standing like the most loyal of knights, was Sebek in a beautiful, gleaming black suit of armor.
“I know it is a magnificent painting.” Sebek says with pride, but also with a slight flustered blush. “But we're running out of time. Please hurry changing your clothes. I'll be waiting for you outside.”
“Wait!” You say before he could reach the door. “What painting is this? And why did you mention Grim transferring dorms? And me having a Diasomnia uniform? I'm so confused.”
“W-WHAT?!” Sebek becomes visibly alarmed. He gently cups your face in his hands and examines your eyes. “What happened? I understand Silver being forgetful, even with important information, but how come you don't remember? AH!” He lets go of your face and straightens up, his eyes wide. “Don't tell me...” He becomes enraged. “HAS SOMEONE CURSED YOU?! WHO WAS IT? I SHALL CHASE THEM IMMEDIATELY! I'LL SEARCH THE ENTIRE DORMITORY. THE ENTIRE SCHOOL! THE WHOLE ISLAND, IF NECESSARY!”
You'll have to calm Sebek down. Perhaps saying you're okay? But that might only confuse him further. If that's his dream, then that room and that portrait must be creations of his mind, right? And you're curious to know what it all means. Not to mention the fact that he seemed to become kind of nicer the moment you separated from Silver and Grim. So you decide to delve into the story to see where it leads you.
You say you don't know if something happened or not, but that you would really like Sebek to explain what was going on. Maybe until you find the alleged culprit behind your sudden memory loss.
“B-but...” He looks at you with those puppy eyes, the same eyes he'd never directed at you before, only at Malleus when he reprimanded him in some way. “...if someone did this to you, we have to-”
“It can wait.” You reassure him. “And if it was someone from Diasomnia, which I'm almost certain it was, they won't be able to escape Malleus, will they?”
“You are correct!” He smiles smugly, but quickly returns to a frustrated expression and puts his hand to his forehead. “But still... It's not that I believe a scoundrel could escape from this dormitory. I FAILED TO PROTECT YOU! I failed as a guard! I failed Lilia-sama, who trained me all these years! I failed Malleus-sama, who was so generous and benevolent as to give us a room for two students, which is only assigned to second-years, so that you would be safer. I FAILED EVERYONE!”
The room begins to distort and you don't know what's happening; you've never seen anything like that before. But your main focus, with Sebek in such a desolate state, is to calm him down.
You approach him, maybe even hug him, and tell him he didn't do anything wrong, that everything is alright. And you even came up with an excuse, that maybe it was the effect of a potion you made that went wrong... after all, you're so distracted and clumsy, right?... And even if you’re not, maybe saying this will make him feel less guilty.
“A... potion...?” The room is starting to return to normal. “In your potions class... You're in the same class as those two freshmen from Heartslabyul... They... are a terrible influence on you!” He comes back to his loud and strict tone. “I must report this to Professor Crewel in my next class! And perhaps I should request to transfer to your class. That way, I can always be by your side.”
Finally, he sighs and looks at the portrait with a rare, sweet smile.
“You asked about this portrait. It was a gift from my liege and Lilia-sama. We never posed for this portrait, however. With their magic, they managed to create an image from their imagination, clear enough for the painter to be able to make this.”
You were still wondering in your head why this was happening. What was really going on?
“It was their way of congratulating us on the beginning of our romantic relationship.” He ends with an extremely happy smile.
You were about to yell ‘WHAT?!’ when Sebek's cell phone started ringing.
“THE PARTY IS ABOUT TO BEGIN! HURRY, GET CHANGED!” And with that, he dashes out the door and slams it shut behind him.
In the wardrobe there were two types of uniforms: the normal uniform that all Diasomnia students wore, like Sebek's and Silver's, and... a uniform with a small pink sticky note that said ‘If Sebek asks, say that your little old Lilia-sama authorized you to use it. Malleus doesn't mind either.’ with a chibi drawing of Lilia's face winking and sticking his tongue out.
If you choose the regular uniform:
You open the door and see Sebek with his back to you, guarding the door. He then turns around and looks at you with a satisfied smile, he then noticed your hat, which was slightly crooked, and he straightened it.
“Very well, beautiful and ready to go.”
“Did you... just call me beautiful?” You ask, surprised.
“I did.” He confirms with no problem at all. “I always praise you when it's deserved. Wait! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! WE NEED TO HURRY!”
If you choose the same uniform as Lilia's:
You open the door and see Sebek with his back to you, guarding the door. He then turns around, looks at you and practically jumps when he sees what you're wearing.
“Wha- You- How-” Sebek stumbles over his words, blushing. “Why are you wearing Lilia’s uniform?!” He interrogates you, hands on his hips and with that upset look on his face.
You simply hand him the pink note that Lilia wrote to you. The blush remains and he makes a ‘humph’ sound, giving in since it was a gift from Lilia.
“Well, I do recall Lilia-sama talking very happily about the possibility of you two wearing similar clothes. And my liege seemed to like the idea as well... F-fine! If that's what you all wish, then I have no further objection.”
“You don't like it?” You ask.
“Nothing of the sort!” He quickly responds assertively. “These clothes look absolutely stunning on you! It just seems strange to me to see clothes that only Lilia-sama used to wear being worn by you now as well. That's all... Wait! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! WE NEED TO HURRY!”
At the Diasomnia Lounge you found Silver and Grim talking to Lilia and Malleus.
“Ah, you're finally here.” Malleus greets you. “We've been waiting for you.”
“My apologies for the delay, my liege.” Sebek says, bowing.
“Heh heh. Don't worry.” Lilia says. “You two arrived just in time.”
If you chose the regular uniform:
“I must say, Child of Man, that uniform is exceptionally becoming on you.” Malleus says with an amused smile.
“I agree! Black and green look great on you.” Lilia says. “Don't you think so, Sebek?” He smiles, amused.
“Absolutely, sir!” He agrees with a smile, without any trace of embarrassment.
“Oh, really?” His smile becomes mischievous. “And who do you think looks better in those colors, (Y/N) or... Malleus?”
“I... uh...” He panics! “B-but of course, nobody can surpass the great Malleus, not even in terms of clothing!” He ends up answers, trying to disguise his uncertainty.
“No, no, no! Wrong!” Lilia reprimands and corrects him. “Nobody looks better in any outfit than your significant other. *sigh* Sorry, (Y/N). He is still learning. Be patient with this poor cadet.”
“One should flatter their beloved more than the one they serve.” Even Malleus agrees with Lilia.
If you chose the same uniform as Lilia's:
“Khee hee hee, I see that you chose to wear the gift I prepared for you.” Lilia says, happily. “You look so cute in it. Don't you think so, Sebek?” He smiles, amused.
“Absolutely, sir!” He agrees with a smile, without any trace of embarrassment.
“Oh, really?” His smile becomes mischievous. “And you'd say they look better in these clothes than I do?”
“I... uh...” He panics. “N-no, sir! You look even more majestic in those clothes.”
“No, no, no! Wrong!” Lilia reprimands and corrects him. “Nobody looks better in any outfit than your significant other. *sigh* Sorry, (Y/N). He is still learning. Be patient with this poor cadet.”
“One should flatter their beloved more than one's superiors.” Even Malleus agrees with Lilia.
“S-significant other?” Silver questions.
“B-beloved?” Grim says confused. “What are you talkin’ about?!”
“They didn't tell you?” Lilia asks, surprised.
“OF COURSE WE DID!” Sebek was quick to deny the accusation of secrecy. “But Silver and Grim seem to have gaps in their memories. And the same thing is happening with (Y/N). They say it might have been a potion that was poorly made in class.”
“HEY, HOLD ON! There’s no problem with my memory!” Gim objects. “I remember very well what happened! We went to Lilia's farewell party 'cuz he couldn't use magic no more and was quittin' school.”
“Can't use magic? Quitting achool?” Malleus asks. “...Are you certain you're speaking of Lilia?”
“Why, whatever are you talking about? You must have me mixed up with someone else.”
Sebek, obviously, firmly rejects this claim. Malleus explains that he and Lilia will become seniors and will be participating in off-campus internships. He'll be exploring ruins in the Land os the Red Dragon, while Lilia will be at a technomantic assistive device company in the Kingdom of Heroes. Lilia confirms and says he will return to Briar Valley afterwards.
“Fa— ...Lilia. so you're going back to Briar Valley? To our house in the woods?”
“Hm? Yes, I plan to return home as soon as I pass my graduation exam. Why do you ask? Briar Valley is our home. Our house in the woods will be my final resting place.”
Silver remains silent for a moment, because he has already realized what was happening.
“This is all a bad dream.” He says, defensive and ready for a battle if necessary. “It's all to perfect, contrived to keep us asleep.
Sebek tells Silver to cese his tasteless jokes, but it wasn't a joke. Silver encourages Sebek to remember what happened before he fell asleep. And to help him, Silver reminds him that Lilia's magic ran dry. He was going to withdraw from school before his internship and retire to the Land of the Red Dragon. And what happened that night: the farewell party, everyone present, and Malleus going mad...
Malleus says that Silver seems tired, suggesting that he should rest and he shall overlook the offense he just committed. Lilia agrees with Malleus and reassures Silver, telling him not to worry because they would be together forever. But Silver isn't fooled. He knows Lilia, he knows his father, and he knows what he really said.
“You, this world... It's all fake!”
“Silver, what are you...” Lilia says worriedly, but is soon interrupted by a loud clap of thunder.
“I shall not be lenient if you continue to utter such falsehoods, Silver.” Malleus says, furious. “You're actually awake, aren't you?”
That wasn't just a version of Malleus in Sebek's dream, that was the real Malleus. He was monitoring and meddling in all of your dreams. But he didn't see it that way.
“I'm watching over you.” Malleus says with a confident smile. “To ensure no nightmares befall you in the fairy tales you now reside in... To ensure you have happy dreams that last forever!”
Silver tries to dissuade Malleus, but it's useless. There was only one option... to fight him. But unfortunately, that meant going through Sebek first. All this shock of fighting against his childhood companion, who was supposed to protect Malleus by his side, and seeing his liege become this imprisoning villain, made Sebek remember what happened in reality and finally wake up.
“Ah, Sebek... I see you've awoken as well. How unfortunate.” Malleus says. “If you'd given in to sweet slumber, you would have enjoyed unending happiness.” He transforms and assumes his overbloated form. “I shall put you to sleep once again... Much more soundly than before.”
You all fight Malleus, but it's impossible to win. Darkness begins to pull you through the floor. You need to get out of there as quickly as possible, so Silver uses his signature spell and you are taken to another dream.
After you arrive at the new dream, you quickly discover it belongs to Lilia, as a younger version of him as Briarland's General of the Right appears alongside a younger version of Sebek's grandfather, Baur.
Only after you found a campsite where you could have dinner and rest did you, Grim, Silver, and Sebek have time to stop and discuss the situation before going to sleep.
However, you later wake up to a strangely low and soft voice calling you while you sleep. You open your eyes and see Sebek kneeling beside you.
“I apologise for disturbing your rest, but I wish to converse with you about an important matter.”
Was sleeping in a dream messing with your head, or were you actually hearing Sebek talking in an unusually polite way?
“What?” You ask, still waking up.
“I need to talk to you.” He translates with a slightly disappointed expression. “Please, come with me.”
“Hm? Out there? Isn't it dangerous?”
“And you think I wouldn't be able to protect you if some danger arose?” He asks, offended. “I would never take you to an unsafe place. We won't go very far. Just enough so as not to wake anyone.”
You accept it and get up with his help. He takes you by the hand, as a form of protection, to a fallen tree trunk on the ground where you both sit down.
“So?” You ask. “What's wrong? What do you want to talk about?”
“My dream.” Sebek gets straight to the point. He sat down next to you, but he's not looking at you. Instead, he's sitting stiffly and looking straight ahead with that resistant look of someone who doesn't want to talk about or admit something, but needs to. “I can't continue without clarifying what you saw.”
“Clarifying? I think I know exactly what I saw. Not only that, but you already explained to me what was happening.”
“THA-that didn't count!” He wanted to speak louder, but he couldn't risk waking the others. “I wasn't in my right mind! I...” He clears his throat. “I'm sorry! That's what I wanted to say.”
“Sorry for what? I think you've never been so nice to me.” You chuckle.
“What?! Are you implying that I'm rude to you, human?”
You look at him as if he has just proven your point.
“Aham... Listen, I don't know why that was happening in my dream. I don't know why you were transferred to Diasomnia or why you were... in... a...” He starts to blush, but fights it off. “A... relationship with me. So I I want to apologize for any and all discomfort I may have caused you.”
“You... don't know?” You wonder. “You heard what Tsunotarou said.” Sebek’s body still reacts to you calling Malleus that nickname. “His spell makes the dreamer live in their own fairy tale. From what I understand, it grants the wishes of dreamers so that they don't want to wake up. Which could mean...”
“You think I'm romantically attracted to you? How absurd!”
“Is it?” He can't fool anyone now, only himself. “Okay then, I accept your apology.” You get up, looking annoyed or sad.
“What? WAIT!” He covers his mouth, afraid he may have spoken too loudly. But after a moment, realizing that everything remains quiet, he gets up and continues. Or at least he tries. “You... Are you simply going to say that and leave?”
“I could say that I like you too, but you said you don't like me romantically.”
He freezes, wanting to say something, anything, but finding himself incapable of doing so.
“After what that dream showed you...” You say. “And how happy you were... What was all of that then? Because... I was happy in that dream too.”
“That...” He looks at you with wide eyes, and you can see the battle he must be facing inside. “It...”
“Are you in denial, Sebek?”
He raises his eyebrows in shock.
“Is it because I'm human? Or because I can't use magic?”
He neither confirms nor denies it.
“You know, for someone who is half human himself and who idolizes both Lilia and Tsunotarou so much... you should follow their example and see through that.”
You turn around, determined to leave, but that's when you feel him grab your hand and pull you close to hug you tightly.
“I’M SORRY!” He says in a sob. “I don't know what I feel. But I don't want to hurt you either.”
You let him cry a little, but then you slowly pull your head away from his chest and look at him with a reassuring smile.
“I like you too, Sebek.”
This only makes him even more emotional, but he holds back the new tears. You notice him glancing hesitantly at your lips for a moment. So you decide to do him a favor by pulling his face closer to yours and kissing him. And a second later you feel him pulling you closer with the same passion he so vehemently denied.
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How to Tame Your Dragon - Malleus Draconia x reader
Since you and Malleus have gotten into a relationship, you've become a bona-fide dragon soother. But whenever you fumble, the entirety of NRC faces the consequences.
aka the 7 times you cause ecological disasters and the 1 time it works out for you.
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Instance 1: The Unbirthday Party Fumble
It all started so innocently, as most disasters do.
You were sitting on a bench in the gardens with Malleus, who was in one of his "look at my shiny things" moods. He had decided to show you his prized possessions from his extensive, possibly cursed, hoard. Usually, this was an easy gig. You’d nod, say something like “Wow, so shiny,” and then give him a kiss. Easy peasy.
But not today.
Because today, your brain decided to take a little vacation while your body stayed behind, stuck on autopilot.
You were half-paying attention, your focus more on the distant ruckus over at Heartslabyul’s tea party, where Ace and Deuce were most definitely in the middle of doing something stupid. Riddle was probably screaming about proper fork placement, Trey was juggling a thousand responsibilities, and Cater was... doing whatever Cater does.
You could hear the faint sounds of plates clinking and people panicking about the sugar cubes being uneven. It was practically a symphony of disaster waiting to happen.
Meanwhile, Malleus was holding up what looked like a teapot. But not just any teapot—this thing was ornate. Gleaming, intricate patterns, probably blessed by some ancient fae god of beverages. You didn’t notice any of that, though.
Instead, when Malleus asked in his deep, romantic, “I’m-giving-you-a-piece-of-my-soul” voice, “Do you like it, my treasure?” you waved him off like he’d just shown you a half-eaten sandwich.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Looks fine.”
Silence.
Not just any silence. The kind of silence where the air pressure changes and you suddenly realize you might’ve done something very, very bad.
You blinked, finally looking over at Malleus, and oh no. His eyes were narrowed, his lips pursed, and a shadow seemed to fall over him—literally. The sky darkened as if the heavens were in on his mood. His grip on the teapot tightened, and you could swear the wind started to howl.
Oh, no no no.
The moment you realized your mistake, the storm was already brewing. Quite literally. The sky went from clear to “about to smite someone” in about two seconds flat. You could feel the temperature drop, and leaves started swirling around like they were auditioning for a role in a natural disaster movie.
You were in for it now.
Meanwhile, at the world’s most cursed tea party:
Riddle was just getting ready to pour the first cup of tea when the wind decided to yeet the tablecloth right off the table. Teacups clattered, pastries took flight, and the entire garden descended into chaos.
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE QUEEN’S LAWS—” Riddle screamed, clutching a teapot like it was his last lifeline.
Ace, currently dodging a rogue scone, looked over at the sky. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this a Malleus thing?”
Deuce, who was using a sugar bowl as a makeshift helmet, shouted over the wind. “It’s always a Malleus thing! Why do I even ask anymore?!”
Cater, hair blown sideways and desperately trying to keep his phone in hand, was trying to snap a selfie in the chaos. “Guys, this is prime MagiCam content—wait, no, my phone’s gone!” He dove after it as it got carried away in the wind.
Riddle, already on the verge of a meltdown, turned to Trey, who was trying to shield a cake from the incoming storm. “I demand an explanation!”
Trey, forever the calm one, glanced up. “Well, if I had to guess, I’d say the prefect did something to upset Malleus.”
“OF COURSE, THEY DID,” Riddle shrieked, practically levitating with fury. “Why do we suffer every time they breathe near him?!”
“I don’t know, but we need to fix it before Riddle explodes!” Ace said, dodging a flying plate.
Deuce grabbed Ace’s arm. “We need to talk to them! Make them apologize or something!”
And so, in the middle of the flying teapots and pastries of doom, the group sprinted to find you, dodging airborne desserts and Riddle’s wrath.
Back at the epicenter of destruction:
You were still sitting there, eyes wide as you watched Malleus literally brood so hard it summoned a small hurricane. “Uh, Malleus…?”
He didn’t respond. Nope, he was fully in Pouty Dragon Mode™. The sky darkened even more, the wind howling, the trees bending, and you could faintly hear the sound of Ace, Deuce, and the others screaming in the distance.
Your casual dismissal of the teapot had, quite literally, ruined lives.
Before you could say anything else, the chaos squad came barreling toward you like a human avalanche, looking like they’d been through a war zone.
Ace was covered in frosting, Deuce had bits of shattered china stuck in his hair, and Trey was holding onto what looked like the remnants of a cake stand. Cater was still trying to get a selfie in, even though he looked like he’d been through a tornado.
“FIX. THIS.” Ace wheezed, dropping to his knees dramatically. “BEFORE WE ALL DIE.”
“Riddle’s about to combust,” Deuce added, his eyes wide. “Please. We’re begging you.”
Trey just gave you a calm look. “If you don’t make this right soon, I don’t know if we’ll make it to the end of the day.”
You sighed, realizing there was no escape. You’d have to face the storm—literally—and make things right.
Turning back to Malleus, you slid off the bench and stood in front of him, gently tugging on his sleeve. “Malleus?”
His eyes, still stormy, met yours, but he didn’t say anything. The wind continued to howl, the sky still dark.
“I’m really sorry,” you said, your voice soft and apologetic. “I didn’t mean to dismiss your teapot. It’s beautiful, really. I was just…distracted.”
Malleus’s eyes narrowed slightly, but the wind died down just a little. Progress.
“I’d never intentionally dismiss something that’s important to you,” you continued, taking his hand in yours. “Please forgive me? I’ll pay more attention next time, I promise.”
The storm finally started to calm as Malleus’s expression softened. The sky cleared up, and the wind turned into a gentle breeze.
He sighed dramatically, though it was more theatrical than anything. “Very well, my treasure. I suppose I can forgive you this time. But you owe me proper attention.”
Relieved, you grinned and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “How about I give you all the attention you want right now?”
That did it. The storm completely vanished, and Malleus’s mood visibly brightened. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a possessive, yet affectionate embrace. “I suppose that’s acceptable,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head.
Behind you, the chaos squad groaned.
“Oh, sure,” Ace said, rolling his eyes. “One cute kiss, and suddenly the hurricane stops. What even is our life?”
“Let’s just never bring up teapots again,” Deuce muttered, shaking bits of pastry out of his hair.
Cater, who had finally managed to get a decent selfie, grinned. “Well, at least we survived!”
You chuckled as Malleus nuzzled into your hair, clearly pleased with your apology. At least for now, disaster had been averted. But something told you that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d have to apologize for accidentally setting off your dragon boyfriend.
But hey, at least you had kisses to fix everything, right?
Instance 2: The compliment conundrum
It started as one of those innocent slip-ups—the kind that makes you wonder why you even opened your mouth in the first place. You were lounging by the side of the spelldrive field, watching NRC’s teams practice. Malleus, busy handling his own royal duties, hadn’t been able to make it to practice today, so you’d spent the afternoon watching Leona and his squad dominate the field.
It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong. You were just… appreciating talent, right? And Leona was talented. You couldn’t help but admire the way he effortlessly dodged tackles, sending spells whizzing through the air with precision. The guy was annoying, sure, but he had undeniable skill.
So when you casually mentioned to Jack and Ruggie, “Man, Leona’s got some impressive moves,” you thought nothing of it.
Until you felt the ground crack beneath you.
You froze mid-sentence, glancing around as a creeping, eerie silence settled over the field. The other players stopped in their tracks, confusion spreading across their faces. The once lush, green training grounds were slowly transforming before your very eyes—the grass yellowing, the soil drying, the sky dimming. It was like nature had collectively decided, Nope, we’re out.
Jack blinked at the ground, then at you, his eyes wide with dawning horror. “Did… Did you just—?”
Ruggie, a master of putting two and two together, slapped his hand to his face. “Oh, no. Not again.”
Before you could even ask what was happening, you heard the faintest sound of rumbling in the distance, like some ancient, angry being had woken up from its nap. And that’s when the full weight of your mistake hit you.
You’d praised Leona. And Malleus, who was more possessive than a dragon guarding his hoard, definitely heard you.
“Oh, crap,” you muttered, already starting to backpedal. “Oh, crap, crap, crap—”
The drought spread faster, draining every last drop of moisture from the air. The once-pristine spelldrive field now looked like a scene out of some post-apocalyptic desert movie. Cracks snaked across the ground, the once-refreshing breeze now felt like it was straight out of the Sahara, and the remaining players started wheezing from the dry heat.
Leona, of course, was the first to piece things together. He sauntered over, glancing at the parched earth beneath his feet, then back up at you with a deadly glare.
You tried to stammer out an excuse, but Ruggie was already grabbing your arm and yanking you toward the nearest path off the field. Jack, looking somewhere between worried and resigned, trailed after you.
“Listen,” Ruggie said in a panic, “we gotta fix this now, or the whole school’s gonna turn into a wasteland.”
“I didn’t mean to!” you protested as they half-dragged you across the desertified landscape. “It was just a compliment!”
“You can’t just compliment Leona when you’re dating Malleus!” Jack huffed, sweat dripping from his forehead as the oppressive heat intensified. “You should know better by now!”
You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your temple as you tried to keep up with their frantic pace. “I didn’t know he was that possessive!”
“Oh, he is,” Ruggie muttered, glancing nervously at the sky. “And he’s sulking. You know what that means.”
You groaned. Yes, you did know what that meant. A sulking Malleus equaled world-ending storms, natural disasters, and in this case—apocalyptic droughts.
Leona, who had followed you guys, clearly had enough of this nonsense. He stomped up behind you, glaring daggers. “You’ve ruined my field,” he growled, voice dripping with irritation. “Do me a favor and never say anything nice about me again.”
“Don’t worry, Leona,” you sighed, exasperated. “I’ll only insult you from now on. Promise.”
“Good,” Leona grumbled, adjusting his collar. “Now fix your dragon before I lose my mind.”
By the time you reached Malleus, the situation had reached catastrophic levels. The entire island felt like it was one sunny day away from turning into a desert. The sky was an angry, cloudless blue, and even the birds had fled, probably deciding they didn’t want to risk spontaneous combustion.
And there, in the middle of the courtyard, sat your dragon boyfriend, arms crossed, looking as grumpy as you’d ever seen him. His aura was practically radiating misery.
“Malleus,” you called out, panting from the trek across the sun-baked campus.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge your presence, but didn’t say a word. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowed, and you could practically see the pout written all over his face.
Ruggie gave you a light shove. “Well, go on. Apologize before we all die of thirst.”
You shot him a look, but he wasn’t wrong. Sighing, you stepped closer to Malleus and knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Hey… I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He huffed, his gaze fixed stubbornly ahead. “You praised another.”
“I didn’t realize it was such a big deal,” you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I swear, I didn’t mean anything by it. I only have eyes for you, you know that.”
Malleus remained silent for a moment, but you could feel his mood softening. The tension in the air eased ever so slightly, the heat less intense, the grass no longer crumbling beneath your feet.
“I don’t like sharing your admiration,” he murmured, still not quite looking at you. “Especially with him.”
“Leona’s not a threat,” you chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “He’s too busy napping to notice, anyway.”
That earned a tiny smirk from Malleus, though he was clearly still in sulk mode. You couldn’t help but smile as you nuzzled into his neck, placing little butterfly kisses along his jawline. “Come on… I’ll make it up to you. I’ll praise you for hours if you want. No one is more worthy of my compliments than you.”
That finally did the trick. His stiff posture relaxed, and he let out a deep sigh. “Very well,” he murmured, turning his head to look at you. “I suppose I can forgive you… this time.”
You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Malleus, now fully basking in your affection, wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head. The sky finally returned to normal, the air cooling down, and the earth itself seemed to let out a relieved sigh.
Meanwhile, back on the now-saved-from-death spelldrive field, Leona collapsed onto the cracked ground with an annoyed grunt. “I swear, if they ever break up, I’m moving to a different continent.”
“Honestly, same,” Ruggie groaned, lying down beside him. Jack just nodded in agreement, too tired to even complain.
But as the world finally returned to normal, and you cuddled up against your not-so-grumpy-anymore dragon boyfriend, you couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—you’d be more careful with your compliments from now on.
…Maybe.
Instance 3: Dinner Downpour
It had started out as an innocent evening. Just you, Malleus, and a nice dinner at the Mostro Lounge. You figured it was a good idea—a cozy meal, some quiet time away from the usual chaos. Plus, Malleus had never been to the Lounge before, and you wanted to show him a little piece of what passed for fine dining at NRC.
Everything was going smoothly. The candlelight cast a soft glow over the table, and Malleus seemed to be enjoying himself, even if he occasionally side-eyed the giant aquariums and questionable dishes swimming in ink. You were halfway through your meal when it happened. The moment that would soon be known as The Great Mostro Lounge Flood of the Century.
Malleus, eyes warm and his tone utterly princely, leaned toward you as the waiter left the bill on the table. “Allow me to cover this,” he said, reaching for his wallet—or whatever it was that dragons carry their horde in. “I would like to treat you.”
You, not sensing the danger, waved him off with a smile. “No need, Malleus. I’ve got this.”
Oh no.
If you could rewind time, maybe you would’ve noticed the way his expression faltered ever so slightly. The tiniest furrow of his brow, the faint tightening of his grip on his silverware. But you didn’t. You were oblivious. You, poor unfortunate soul, paid the bill yourself.
And that’s when the first clap of thunder rolled through the building.
It didn’t take long for things to go from zero to we’re-all-gonna-die levels of chaos. The sky outside darkened almost instantly, rain pouring down like the heavens had just decided to empty all their buckets at once. But it wasn’t just rain—oh no, this was a full-blown, hurricane-tier downpour. Lightning flashed, illuminating the shocked faces of the Mostro Lounge patrons as water started seeping in through the windows.
Inside, chaos erupted. The once-elegant ambiance of the Mostro Lounge turned into something out of a disaster movie. Jade was frantically trying to keep the dining area dry with what looked like twenty towels, but the water just kept rising. Floyd was sitting on top of a table, cackling at the sheer absurdity of it all, while Azul was on the verge of a mental breakdown, clutching his ledger to his chest as if it could somehow save him from bankruptcy.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Azul’s voice broke through the chaos as he practically teleported to your side, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a maraca.
“I—I don’t know!” you stammered, still processing the fact that the place was flooding. “We were just having dinner!”
“Oh, you were ‘just having dinner,’” Azul mocked, his voice climbing an octave as the water level rose past your ankles. “Sure, just dinner—and now I’m watching my profits swim away!”
Jade appeared next, a suspiciously calm smile on his face despite the absolute catastrophe around him. “You didn’t happen to upset the prince of Briar Valley, did you?”
Floyd leaned in, grinning like a maniac. “Yeah, did ya snub him or somethin’? This is hilarious.”
Your face paled. Oh no. You replayed the scene in your head—the offer to pay, your refusal—and realization hit you like one of the lightning bolts currently striking outside. “Oh my god. He’s upset because I didn’t let him pay.”
“That’s it?!” Floyd burst out laughing, clutching his sides. “All this ‘cause you didn’t let him foot the bill? Man, that’s rich!”
Azul’s eye twitched. “Fix. This. Now.”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal!” you protested, feeling the water slosh against your calves as the storm outside intensified. “I just wanted to treat him for once!”
“Clearly, that was a mistake,” Jade said, entirely too serene for someone standing in knee-deep water. “I suggest you… rectify it.”
“Rectify it,” Azul echoed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Or I swear I’ll have you and your little dragon both in debt until you’re ancient fossils.”
Floyd, still howling with laughter, gave you a light shove toward the entrance. “Better hurry, Shrimpy, before we gotta start charging people for canoe rentals!”
You rushed outside, braving the storm as the winds whipped around you. The ground was already flooded, rain pelting down so hard you could barely see two feet in front of you. But there, standing in the middle of it all like some tragic figure from a gothic romance novel, was Malleus.
He wasn’t even trying to shield himself from the rain—he just stood there, soaked, staring up at the stormy sky as if summoning the wrath of the heavens. His mood was palpable, the air around him crackling with discontent.
“Malleus!” you called out, running over and nearly slipping in a puddle. “Malleus, wait!”
He glanced down at you, a flash of vulnerability in his eyes quickly masked by his usual regal composure. “I thought… I could treat you. It seems you do not trust me to do even that.”
You winced. He wasn’t angry, not really. He was hurt. You should’ve known better—Malleus was always thinking about how to show you he cared, and this was just one more way for him to do that. And you’d brushed him off without realizing the significance.
“Hey, that’s not it at all,” you said softly, stepping closer and taking his hands in yours. “I just… I wanted to treat you this time. But I didn’t realize how important it was to you.”
The storm rumbled ominously overhead, but you could feel his mood starting to shift.
You squeezed his hands, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry, Malleus. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t appreciate it. You always take such good care of me.”
His shoulders relaxed slightly, the tension easing from his posture. “I simply wished to show you how much I treasure our time together.”
“And I treasure you,” you said, giving him a gentle smile. “So how about this—I’ll let you treat me next time. Dinner, ice cream, whatever you want. You’re in charge.”
The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. “You promise?”
“I promise,” you replied, kissing him again for good measure. “But for now, maybe we could, uh… ease up on the weather a bit? I think Azul’s about to have a heart attack.”
Malleus chuckled softly, the storm clouds above beginning to break apart as the rain slowed to a drizzle. “Very well. I shall spare them—for now.”
Back inside the Lounge, Azul was clinging to his precious ledger like a lifeline, watching with wide eyes as the floodwaters slowly receded. The place was still a soaked mess, but at least it wasn’t Atlantis anymore.
Floyd, leaning against the bar, gave you a lazy grin as you walked back in, hand-in-hand with Malleus. “Well, looks like you managed to cool down your dragon, huh? Good job, Shrimpy.”
Jade smiled pleasantly, though you could tell there was relief in his gaze. “The Lounge owes you a great debt.”
Azul, drenched and looking like he’d aged ten years, just sighed. “Please. Next time… just let him pay.”
You grinned sheepishly. “Noted.”
Malleus, still holding your hand, glanced down at you with a fond expression. “Shall we continue our evening?”
You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of his affection, even if he had almost accidentally drowned the entire restaurant. “Yeah, let’s go.”
And as you left the Mostro Lounge, water still dripping from the ceiling and Floyd’s laughter echoing behind you, you couldn’t help but think that for all the chaos that came with dating the prince of Briar Valley, it was worth every second.
Instance 4: Deserted Dreams
It all started with an innocent suggestion over breakfast. You and Malleus were sitting at your usual spot in Diasomnia, peacefully munching on breakfast. Things were nice, calm—Malleus was in a good mood, the sun was shining, and there hadn’t been any catastrophic magical incidents for a solid two days.
But, of course, you just had to ruin it.
"So," you said, casually buttering a slice of toast, "I was thinking… maybe for our next vacation, instead of going to Briar Valley again, we could head over to the Scalding Sands? I heard Kalim raving about the heat and all the festivals, and I thought it might be fun to experience a little warmth for a change."
Malleus, who had been sipping his tea, froze. He looked at you, his eyes wide and a bit too intense. "The Scalding Sands?" he repeated slowly.
"Yeah, you know—sun, sand, maybe a beach or two. Something different!" You smiled, clearly not reading the massive red flags flying in the air. "I mean, don’t get me wrong, Briar Valley is great and all, but we always go there. I thought a change of scenery would be nice!"
And that, was when the Dorms of Scarabia and Diasomnia turned into a hellish desert wasteland.
It started slowly—just a bit of extra heat creeping into the room, making you fidget in your seat. Then it escalated. The temperature spiked dramatically, and before you knew it, the dorm felt like someone had thrown open the gates to the underworld and invited the sun to personally burn it all down. You swore you could hear the sound of sand shifting beneath your feet, though you were still indoors. Indoors, for crying out loud!
Malleus sat in silence, clearly displeased. His usual dark, moody aura was now tinged with the kind of slow-boiling frustration that made you realize: you’d made a huge mistake.
Just as you were about to apologize and backpedal your way out of the desertification of Diasomnia and Scarabia, a loud crash echoed from outside, followed by a chorus of complaints.
You stepped out of the dorm and were met with chaos. The whole area around Diasomnia had transformed into an arid, sweltering desert. The grass? Gone. The trees? Withered. The nice, cool breeze that used to blow through? Now replaced by blistering heat waves. Students were dragging themselves around, sweating profusely as the once lush grounds became a scorching wasteland.
At the heart of the chaos stood Kalim, as cheerful as ever, while a very sweaty and very done Jamil stood nearby, looking like he had reached the end of his rope.
Jamil spotted you immediately and marched over, steam practically rising off his skin. “What did you do?!” he hissed, looking like he was five seconds away from spontaneous combustion.
"I—" you stammered, glancing at Kalim, who was happily waving a fan like he was at a resort.
"Isn’t this great?!" Kalim chirped, smiling ear to ear. "It feels just like home! Now we can have all the desert parties we want! Thanks for the heatwave!"
You blinked. "Um… you’re welcome?"
"No," Jamil interjected, glaring at you like you’d personally set him on fire. “Don’t thank them! What possessed you to turn Scarabia into a furnace?!”
You grimaced, wiping sweat from your brow. “It’s not my fault! I just suggested we vacation in the Scalding Sands instead of Briar Valley and—"
"You did what?!" Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. "So because you didn’t want to vacation in Briar Valley, this happens? Do you know how long it’s going to take to get the dorm back to normal? Or the fact that I’m now stuck babysitting Kalim in what feels like the surface of the sun?"
Kalim, still oblivious to the suffering around him, beamed. “You should make up with Malleus! Then maybe we can have two vacations!”
Jamil’s eye twitched.
It didn’t take long before you were escorted (dragged) back to Malleus, courtesy of a very sunburned Jamil and a still-chipper Kalim. They deposited you at the door to Diasomnia, giving you the kind of look that screamed fix this, or we’ll make you regret it.
Sighing, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. Unsurprisingly, it was even hotter indoors than it had been outside. Malleus was sitting in the corner of the common room, his arms crossed and his gaze distant, like he was contemplating the deep mysteries of life—or brooding over your vacation suggestion. Probably the latter.
“Malleus?” you called softly, approaching him carefully as the air around him practically sizzled with residual magic.
He didn’t respond, still looking like a dragon that had just been told his gold stash was getting replaced with copper coins.
You sighed and knelt down in front of him. “I’m sorry,” you said, resting a hand on his knee. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just thought it’d be nice to see a new place, but if you want to go back to Briar Valley, that’s totally fine. We can go wherever you want.”
Malleus blinked, finally looking down at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. “You wished to travel somewhere unfamiliar,” he murmured, his voice low. “I should have taken your desires into account. But… the thought of you preferring another land over mine… it unsettled me.”
You blinked. “Wait, is that what this is about? Malleus, I love Briar Valley! I just wanted to try something new, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to go back. We could go anywhere, and I’d be happy as long as I’m with you.”
He softened even more, the heat in the room fading as his magic began to relax. “You mean that?”
You smiled and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Of course I do.”
His arms, once tense, reached out to pull you into his lap, holding you close as if the idea of you slipping away to some other land without him had weighed far too heavily on his mind. You snuggled into him, feeling the last traces of heatwave melt away into nothing but warmth and comfort.
Malleus nuzzled his face into your hair, his voice a soft rumble. “Then we shall go wherever your heart desires. As long as we are together.”
You chuckled, pressing another kiss to his jaw. “Okay, deal. But, uh, maybe we avoid any more heatwave-related disasters? Jamil might actually combust next time.”
Malleus chuckled softly, his mood lightening as he held you close. “Very well. I shall spare them from further torment… this time.”
And as you cuddled into him, the remnants of the desert wasteland outside slowly returning to normal, you couldn’t help but think that as long as you had Malleus (and could keep him happy), the world—weather catastrophes included—would be just fine.
Instance 5: Fashion Fiasco
You and Malleus were at one of Vil’s fashion shows, sitting in the audience with everyone else as Vil strutted his stuff on the runway, looking absolutely flawless as per usual. The lights sparkled, the music boomed, and Vil practically radiated beauty and grace in an outfit that could only be described as something plucked straight from a dream.
"Wow," you breathed, eyes wide as you watched Vil pose dramatically at the end of the runway. "Vil really does look amazing, doesn’t he? Like, how is anyone supposed to compete with that level of perfection?"
Malleus, sitting beside you, went absolutely still.
It didn’t register right away. You were too busy marveling at Vil’s next ensemble to notice Malleus stiffening beside you, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. But as the next model waltzed down the runway, you felt a sudden chill in the air. Literally.
You blinked. Was it just you, or was it… colder? You glanced up at the ceiling, frowning as tiny snowflakes started to drift down from nowhere. The air grew icy, your breath visible as the temperature plummeted in mere seconds.
"What the—" You stood up, just in time to see the entire fashion show being transformed into a literal winter wonderland. Snow was now falling heavily, frosting over the runway, the lights, and, most importantly, Vil’s perfect hair.
The shriek that followed was one of pure, unbridled horror.
“No! My HAIR!” Vil screeched, desperately clutching his head as snowflakes clung to his golden locks, which were slowly wilting under the weight of the ice. “This is a disaster!”
Models fled the scene, their designer clothes dragging through snowdrifts that were rapidly accumulating on stage. The music cut off, the audience panicked, and Vil looked like he was about five seconds away from declaring the end of the world.
Amidst the chaos, Rook Hunt stood in the middle of the snowy storm, spinning in circles with glee. “Magnifique!” he cried, twirling with open arms as if he were auditioning for a Broadway production of Frozen. “The raw beauty of nature meets the elegance of fashion—oh, how the world has blessed us with this miracle of frost!”
“ROOK!” Vil screeched again, eyes wide and wild as he tried—and failed—to maintain some sense of composure. “This is NOT a miracle! This is a CATASTROPHE! My show—my hair!”
Epel, looking somewhere between terrified and confused, rushed up to you, nearly slipping on the snow-covered floor in his haste. “We need your help!” he gasped, grabbing your arm and shaking it with the desperation of someone who knew what was at stake here. “You have to do something! Malleus is causing the storm!”
You blinked, still processing the fact that this wasn’t just some freak weather event but a full-on emotional meltdown from your very moody fae boyfriend.
“Malleus is… mad?” you asked, finally connecting the dots.
“Of course he’s mad!” Epel huffed, snowflakes clinging to his own purple hair. “You complimented Vil! Now he thinks you like Vil more than him! We’re all gonna freeze to death if you don’t fix it!”
“Oh… oh no.”
It took a few minutes (and a shove from a panicked Vil) to find Malleus, who had retreated to the far corner of the room, looking like a grumpy snow dragon with his arms crossed and snowflakes swirling around him. His expression was dark, brooding, and way too dramatic for someone who was causing a blizzard in the middle of a fashion show.
You approached cautiously, trying not to slip on the ice that was now coating the floor. “Malleus?” you called softly, inching closer. “Are you… okay?”
He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I see you were quite taken with Vil’s appearance today.”
You blinked, a bit thrown off by the sheer seriousness in his tone. “Uh, I mean… yeah, Vil’s always beautiful. But, um, you know that’s just how he is. It’s his whole thing.”
Malleus’s frown deepened. “So you find him more beautiful than me.”
Oh. Oh.
You nearly facepalmed at the realization. “Malleus, no, that’s not what I meant!” you rushed to say, waving your hands in a flustered manner. “Vil is beautiful, but you—you’re, like, otherworldly! You know, fae beauty and all that. No one could possibly compare!”
Malleus eyed you warily, his lips pursed. “So… you do not prefer him over me?"
“Of course not!” you said quickly, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm. “You’re the most beautiful person I know. No one comes close to your level of magnificence, I swear.”
There was a long, heavy pause. Then, ever so slowly, the storm began to die down. The snowflakes stopped falling, the icy chill in the air dissipated, and the temperature returned to normal. Malleus’s expression softened, his moody sulk fading as he looked down at you with a much gentler gaze.
“Is that truly how you feel?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
You smiled up at him, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Of course, Malleus. You’re my favorite, always.”
Malleus visibly brightened at that, his usual regal aura returning as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a warm embrace. “Very well, then. I shall forgive this transgression. But only because you have reassured me of your affections.”
You giggled, snuggling into his chest. “I’ll make sure to tell you more often how beautiful you are.”
Vil then walks directly up to you and stares you down. "If you're done wrecking my show, could ypu please keep your dragon in check?"
All you can do is grin sheepishly at him.
Instance 6: Gaming Shenanigans
It all started because of that one last raid. You and Idia were deep in an epic gaming marathon, tackling a boss so difficult that even Idia—self-proclaimed gaming god—had to break out his limited-edition controller. It was all good fun, hours flying by without you even noticing, as you spammed attacks and worked together like the perfect gaming duo you were.
That is, until Idia hit you with a question that made your stomach drop.
"So, uh, aren't you supposed to, like... do something tonight?" Idia asked, mid-battle. His voice was a little too casual, almost like he already knew the answer but was waiting for you to figure it out yourself.
You froze for a split second, still pressing buttons but no longer fully paying attention. Something... tonight? What could he—
Oh no.
You had plans tonight. With Malleus.
Specifically, your nightly walks around campus, which had become somewhat of a ritual. Every night, you’d stroll through the darkened grounds, hand-in-hand, talking about anything and everything. It was Malleus’s favorite part of the day—something he eagerly looked forward to.
And you’d… forgotten.
Your eyes darted to your phone, which was lying face down on the desk, completely ignored for the last several hours. You didn’t even need to check it to know what you’d find: missed calls, unread messages, probably a voicemail or two from Malleus, wondering where you were.
"Oh no," you whispered, voice barely audible over the sounds of explosions and battle cries on screen.
"Wait, what?" Idia’s character paused for a second as he glanced at you. "Did you just say 'oh no'? What 'oh no'? Are we talking minor 'oh no' or, like, 'I've-angered-a-final-boss-oh-no'?"
You gulped, heart sinking as you realized just how much trouble you were in. "Um... the second one. Definitely the second one."
Before Idia could even react, the room went dark. The power cut out so fast, you barely had time to process it. The glow of the screens, the hum of electronics—all gone, leaving only the soft pitter-patter of rain against the window.
Idia's horrified gasp echoed through the sudden silence.
"No. No, no, no, no, no—this can’t be happening! We were in the middle of a raid!” His hands flew to his hair, the blue flames flickering wildly as panic set in. "Dude, you forgot your dragon?!"
The color drained from your face as the gravity of the situation fully hit. “I—um—got distracted?”
Idia’s eyes widened, and he stood up so fast his chair rolled backwards. "Distracted?! You forgot about your nightly walks with the dragon fae, and now we’re sitting in a power outage caused by his emotional spiral?!”
In the faint glow of Idia’s flame-lit hair, you saw Ortho zip into the room, looking far too calm given the circumstances. “I detected a sudden shift in weather patterns around campus. It seems like the storm has caused a widespread blackout. Should I assume it’s related to Malleus Draconia’s emotional state?”
"YES!" Idia practically screeched, pointing at you in betrayal. "They ditched Malleus for gaming, and now we’re all suffering the consequences! Ortho, tell them to fix it, please! I beg you!”
Ortho turned to you with his usual chipper smile. “I suggest you go to Malleus and make amends before the entire campus loses power. I’ve already calculated a 98% chance that further emotional distress will result in structural damage to the dorm.”
Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. “This is why you never piss off boss-level boyfriends. It’s just common sense.”
So, that’s how you found yourself trudging through the stormy night, rain soaking your clothes as you made your way to find Malleus. The lightning flashed overhead, thunder rumbling ominously as you approached the usual meeting spot for your nightly walks.
And there he was—standing alone, looking very much like the picture of heartbreak. His tall figure was framed by the pouring rain, his expression a perfect blend of hurt and brooding. The storm seemed to swirl around him, almost as if it were a physical manifestation of his emotions.
“Malleus,” you called out, rushing toward him, your voice barely audible over the sound of rain. “I’m so sorry!”
He turned slowly, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “You did not answer my calls.”
“I know, I know! I got caught up in a game with Idia, and I didn’t check my phone, and—well, now we have a blackout.”
His lips twitched ever so slightly, his gaze softening just a fraction. “You left me waiting, and the storm came.”
You winced, feeling a pang of guilt. “I didn’t mean to forget about our walk. I love spending time with you—I swear.”
Malleus let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. “I do not wish to be a burden to you.”
“Burden?” you echoed, stepping closer until you were right in front of him, the rain pouring down between you. “Malleus, you’re not a burden. I love our walks. I love spending time with you. I just… lost track of time. That’s all.”
For a moment, there was silence, the only sound being the rain hitting the ground. Then, to your surprise, Malleus looked away, a faint hint of vulnerability in his expression. “Do you… truly mean that?”
Without thinking, you reached up, gently cupping his face in your hands. “Of course I do. There’s no one I’d rather be with.”
Malleus’s gaze softened further, and slowly—so slowly—the storm began to quiet. The rain lessened, the wind died down, and the oppressive atmosphere that had settled over the campus lifted. He stared at you for a long moment, searching your face as if looking for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he finally let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth turning up in a faint smile.
“You always manage to calm me,” he murmured, leaning into your touch.
You smiled back, feeling warmth spread through your chest despite the cold rain. “I guess I’m just good at soothing dragons.”
Malleus raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Perhaps.”
The rain had stopped entirely by now, leaving only a light mist in the air. You let out a relieved sigh, brushing some stray raindrops off Malleus’s cheek before standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“I’ll never forget our walks again,” you whispered against his lips, earning a quiet hum of approval from him.
“I shall hold you to that,” he replied, his voice warm with affection. “Now, shall we take that walk?”
You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his. The world felt calmer now, the storm gone, replaced by the soft glow of moonlight breaking through the clouds. Malleus’s mood had lifted entirely, and as the two of you strolled through the now-quiet campus, you couldn’t help but feel content.
And, of course, Idia and Ortho’s screens flickered back to life, much to their relief.
Instance 7: Dessert Disaster
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were about to partake in a picnic with none other than Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek. Everything was perfect. The blanket was laid out beneath a sprawling tree, food arranged carefully across it—courtesy of Malleus himself, who had spent hours in the kitchen the night before, preparing what he considered to be the pièce de résistance: a pie.
Not just any pie. No, this was a Malleus Draconia-crafted masterpiece. The filling was made from rare berries he’d harvested himself, the crust baked to a perfect golden brown. You could practically smell the love (and maybe a little lightning) that had gone into it.
Malleus, with a glint of pride in his eyes, carefully handed you a slice. "I hope it meets your expectations, my love."
You eagerly took a bite, eyes widening as the flavors exploded on your tongue. It was amazing. No, better than amazing—it was downright phenomenal. How did he even manage to bake something this good? A prince of darkness and a master chef? This was unfair.
"This slaps," you declared, totally unaware of the impending doom those words were about to unleash.
The moment the words left your mouth, you noticed a visible shift in Malleus’s expression. The proud smile he’d worn just seconds ago faltered, his brow furrowing in confusion. His green eyes darkened, clouds suddenly appearing overhead. You could feel the electricity in the air as the temperature dropped.
"I see," Malleus murmured, voice tight. "So… you dislike it."
Wait. What?
You blinked, realization dawning far too slowly. Oh no.
Before you could correct him, Malleus was already raising his hand, a faint crackle of magic sparking between his fingers. You could practically hear the thunder rumbling in the distance as he stared down at the pie slice in your hand, preparing to smite the poor, innocent pastry.
"No, no, no, no—wait!" You waved your arms frantically, standing up so fast you nearly tripped over the picnic blanket.
Sebek, meanwhile, had already leapt to his feet, eyes blazing with righteous fury. "How dare you insult Master Malleus’s baking?!" he shouted, fists clenched. "His skill is unmatched, and yet you have the audacity to call his creation—"
"Sebek." Silver’s voice, calm but firm, interrupted the impending tirade. He was still sitting, but his eyes were half-open now, watching the situation unfold with mild concern. "They didn’t mean it that way."
Lilia, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He was absolutely delighted by the chaos unfolding, his laughter ringing out across the clearing. "Oh, this is too good!" he cackled, practically rolling on the blanket. "I haven’t seen this much excitement at a picnic in centuries! You modern humans and your strange expressions never fail to entertain!"
You shot him a look that screamed, Please stop encouraging this.
Silver, bless his soul, finally spoke up again, this time turning his attention to you. "You might want to explain before the weather gets worse." He nodded toward the now very ominous-looking clouds gathering above Malleus.
Right. Explaining. You could do that.
You turned back to Malleus, who still looked like he was contemplating whether to zap the pie or not. You could tell his feelings were hurt—his brow was furrowed, his lips set in a tight line. And the thought of him feeling like that, all because of a misunderstanding, made your heart clench.
"Malleus," you said, stepping closer and reaching for his hand. "When I said ‘this slaps,’ I meant it’s really good. Like, insanely good. Amazing. Best pie I’ve ever had."
Malleus’s stormy expression faltered slightly, though the dark clouds remained. "But you said it ‘slaps.’"
"That’s modern slang," you explained, gently squeezing his hand. "It’s a compliment. I promise."
Malleus blinked, the magic at his fingertips dissipating as he processed your words. "So… you enjoyed it?"
"Absolutely. You knocked it out of the park with this pie." You gave him your most reassuring smile. "I could eat the whole thing."
The storm clouds began to thin, sunlight peeking through once more. Malleus tilted his head, considering this new information, and slowly—very slowly—a smile returned to his face.
"It pleases me to hear that," he said, his voice softening.
Meanwhile, Sebek was still standing there, sputtering indignantly. "W-Well, if that’s what they meant, then… of course Master Malleus’s pie is the best! I knew that all along!"
Lilia, still chuckling, waved a dismissive hand at Sebek. "Oh, calm down, boy. No harm done. Besides, now we know modern slang! What other fascinating phrases do you have, I wonder?"
Silver sighed, finally sitting up properly. "Maybe let’s avoid any more slang for today."
With the situation calming down, you took the opportunity to lean in closer to Malleus, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek. "I’m really sorry for the confusion," you murmured. "You’re an amazing baker, and your pie is delicious. I meant that, okay?"
Malleus’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly at the affection, and he gave a small nod. "I believe you."
Feeling a wave of relief wash over you, you pressed another kiss to his lips, slow and tender, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way his hand gently squeezed yours in return. The last of the clouds above you finally cleared, leaving the sky blue and bright once more. The storm was over, and everything was at peace again.
"Shall we enjoy the rest of our picnic, then?" Malleus asked, his voice much lighter now.
You nodded enthusiastically, sitting back down beside him. "Absolutely. And just so we’re clear—your food? Total banger."
Malleus raised a brow, clearly still unfamiliar with the term but now much more accepting of your strange modern ways. "I see. I shall take that as a compliment."
Sebek, still recovering from his earlier outrage, grumbled something under his breath, but you didn’t care. Lilia was still snickering, Silver was finally getting comfortable again, and Malleus was happy. Everything was right in the world.
And hey, now you knew—if you ever wanted to spice things up at a picnic, all it took was a little modern slang.
Instance 8: Destruction of NRC (Well, almost)
Crowley’s “magnanimous nature” was, quite frankly, killing you. Whether it was sorting mountains of paperwork, being sent on endless errands, or handling Grim’s regular chaos, you were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached, your eyes had dark circles deeper than any pit, and you were pretty sure you were on your third day of functioning on nothing but caffeine and sheer spite.
Grim, bless his fiery little heart, watched you from his perch on your bed, tail flicking in irritation as you barely managed to drag yourself into Ramshackle after another long, thankless day.
“Ugh, henchhuman! You look like death warmed over,” Grim sniffed, narrowing his eyes at you. “How long do you plan on letting that featherbrained Crowley walk all over you?”
You groaned, flopping face-first into your pillow. “As long as it takes to survive this semester, Grim. No one else is going to deal with his nonsense. Not like I have a choice.”
Grim was silent for a moment, watching you with uncharacteristic concern. Then, in a low mumble, he said, “Well, I’ve had enough. You’re my henchhuman, and I won’t let him destroy you.”
You thought Grim was just being dramatic. But when you woke up the next morning to the sound of distant thunder rumbling ominously across the sky, you had a very, very bad feeling.
By the time you made it to NRC, the situation was in full swing. You arrived just in time to witness Crowley practically on his knees, looking like a man who had stared death in the face and lived to tell the tale—barely.
The sky above NRC was pitch black, clouds swirling and crackling with magic as the wind howled through the campus. A storm of epic proportions had descended, and it wasn’t just any storm. This was a Malleus Draconia-grade storm. The kind that didn’t just bring rain or wind—it brought devastation, and everyone was cowering indoors, peeking through windows, afraid to go outside.
Crowley spotted you immediately, rushing over with his cape flapping dramatically behind him as he stumbled, nearly slipping in the mud.
“Please,” he cried, hands clutching your shoulders as if you were his last lifeline. “Please, you must calm him down! I beg of you, prefect, do something!”
You raised a brow, half-expecting some pitiful excuse, but the Headmaster, in all his avian glory, had gone straight to the begging stage. “What did you do this time?” you sighed, knowing it had to be his fault.
“I did nothing! Absolutely nothing! Well, perhaps I’ve… been a little harsh on you, but that’s no reason for him to destroy the entire campus!” Crowley wailed, looking pitiful as a gust of wind nearly knocked him off balance.
“I’ll pay you! I’ll pay you an actual wage! I’ll give you a budget to renovate Ramshackle, and I’ll personally sponsor your vacation! Just please—stop him before there’s nothing left of Night Raven College!”
You blinked. Did… did you just get a salary offer? And a vacation? And a renovation budget? This was new.
Before you could process the sheer absurdity of the situation, Professor Crewel passed by with his coat dramatically billowing in the wind. “Honestly,” he muttered under his breath, “about time that birdbrain faced some consequences for his incompetence.”
Professor Trein, walking with his trusty feline Lucius, shook his head gravely. “At this point, the Headmaster deserves everything that’s coming to him.”
“Do you not see the storm?!” Crowley shrieked, pointing to the lightning that was now dangerously close to striking the bell tower.
Both professors exchanged a look before continuing on their way, Crewel muttering something about how this was Crowley’s mess to fix.
You couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction seeing the Headmaster squirm. But at the same time, NRC was at risk of being blown off the map if you didn’t act soon. And judging by the way Grim was laughing maniacally in the corner, proudly declaring how he “fixed” your problems, this was going to be on you to clean up.
With a sigh, you gave Crowley a nod. “Fine. I’ll talk to him. But if you go back on any of those promises—”
“I won’t!” Crowley promised, hands clasped as if in prayer. “I swear on the very foundation of this school, you will be compensated!”
You rolled your eyes but turned on your heel to head toward Diasomnia. The storm seemed to know you were coming, the wind parting just enough to allow you passage. The moment you stepped into the courtyard, the thunder seemed to quiet, though lightning still flashed ominously in the distance.
And there, standing at the center of it all, was Malleus. His expression was dark, eyes glowing faintly as he stared up at the storm he’d summoned. His hands were clasped behind his back, and even with his composed stance, you could sense the simmering frustration beneath the surface.
You approached carefully, calling out softly, “Malleus?”
His head turned slightly at the sound of your voice, though he didn’t fully look at you. “Ah, my love. I see you’ve arrived.”
You moved closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Grim told you what’s been going on, didn’t he?”
“I cannot stand to see you work yourself to exhaustion for that foolish crow,” Malleus muttered, still staring at the storm. “He takes advantage of your kindness. It is unforgivable.”
You couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest. He was genuinely upset—for you. But, you also couldn’t let NRC be reduced to rubble, and you needed to calm him down before it got worse.
With a soft chuckle, you stepped in front of him, gently cupping his face in your hands. “It’s okay. I appreciate how much you care about me, but you don’t have to destroy the school over this.”
Malleus’s eyes finally met yours, the storm above softening ever so slightly. “But you’re suffering.”
“I was,” you admitted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But not anymore. Crowley’s going to make it up to me—he promised me a wage, a renovation budget for Ramshackle, and a vacation.”
That seemed to catch his attention, the storm clouds above beginning to dissipate. “A vacation?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, leaning up to brush another kiss against his cheek. “In fact, I was going to ask if you’d like to come with me.”
Malleus blinked, his earlier frustration melting into a look of surprise—and then, a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips. The storm overhead faded into nothing, the sky returning to its usual clear blue.
“I would be honored,” he said softly, pulling you closer to him. “A vacation, just the two of us. That sounds… delightful.”
You grinned, pressing a final kiss to his lips, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. “It’s a date, then.”
And just like that, the storm was over. NRC was safe, and more importantly, you had managed to calm your dragon—and score a well-deserved vacation in the process.
As for Crowley? Well, you’d make sure to enjoy every moment of watching him squirm while you cashed in those promises.
What about a muscular!reader who saves the housewardens from a pillar or a tree falling on them. :0 !!!
Just imagine from the housewardens' view; The light behind the reader as they look down with worry, looking like Hercules lifting up the boulder at the beginning of the movie!! >v<
Even better if it was their first meeting haha XD!!
- Axolotl anon <3
FALL RIGHT INTO ME! - ★
catching them from falling down a tree! featuring the housewardens! dividers by /@cursed-carmine !!
Riddle had a very, very good reason as to why he had been stuck in a tree. Rule 429 - to climb up the tallest tree within five meters upon the sound of a black crow’s shriek, of course! And yet this simple explanation refused to come out of his mouth once he’d landed smack into your open arms, right after he’d lost his balance and slipped off the branch he’d been standing on.
Down, down, down. The world turning to a blur against him, Riddle himself was caught so entirely off-guard he’d forgotten completely about his magic pen, tucked neatly within his pocket. Falling and falling, until -
“!” Turning as rigid as a stone statue in your arms, his cheeks painted that exact shade of red that resembled the roses he’d ordered his card soldiers to paint whenever there was an Unbirthday party, blue-grey eyes blown open just as wide as teacup saucers, pupils dilating like a startled cat’s - if he were any more surprised, you would’ve expected for his usually heart-shaped strands of hair to flare up in shock, like from a cartoon.
“Y-You! Put me down this instant! …why was I in the tree, you ask? Well, due to the Queen of Hearts’ rule 429! …the nurses’ office? Thank you - your company would be much appreciated.” <33
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Leona had been taking a nap. Laugh all you wanted, but snoozing up in a tree had been the perfect spot to sleep - there was enough shade from the mid-afternoon sun, it was high enough to feel the cool wind breeze, and it was juuust out of sight enough for him to evade Ruggie. Too bad he’d chosen to sleep in a spot visible enough for you to see and thus freak out, causing him to fall off the tree in surprise - into your outstretched arms, to be exact.
Seriously, what a pain - and he couldn’t even grab his magic pen, since it’d long fallen out of his pocket already. He guessed that he had to use magic without it, which would definitely be irritating to deal with the after,effects later -
“Grk!” Freezing up and tensing like a startled cat when he fell into your arms and not the gust of wind he’d conjured up - that you’d become the victim of, floating midair while holding him. The shock was crystal clear on his pretty face, arms still tightly holding onto your neck before he realised that he wasn’t falling anymore, before turning his head to ‘glare’ at you, piercing green eyes more exasperated than actually angry, tail lightly flicking against your wrist.
”Are you gonna put me down or not? Now I need to find a new napping spot… hey, you! C’mere - you need to pay me back for ruining my sleep, don’t cha?” <33
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Azul had been trapped in a tree for… a while now. In his defence - he’d never expected his broom to suddenly go haywire (he’d lost control while in the air) and send him flying straight into a branch. The impact had caught him so utterly off guard he’d scrambled to dig his once finely manicured nails into the tree bark, hanging off the branch like a cat - thankfully, you were there to catch him when he fell.
Struggling to grasp at anything midair, seizing up as if he were frozen - you were under him, with your arms outstretched. Were you planning to catch him? What if he were too heavy? Or what if this was just a cruel jest, and you planned to humiliate him entirely by dropping him for all to see??
“Eurk!” His hands instinctively wrapped around your neck in a vice-grip, legs squeezing your arms so tightly that you thought they were going to get suffocated any moment now if you didn’t tell him to lighten up a little - his cheeks painted a shade of pink, chest heaving up and down from the fall. He’d only managed to gain his bearings after you’d asked him if he was okay, his head snapping up to look at you with wide eyes, before quickly releasing your neck from his hold.
“Ah… apologies - don’t worry, I will ensure that my debt will be repaid. ..yes, I am more than capable of walking back to Octavinelle myself. Pardon? You wish for me to cook something for you? If that’s how you wish for your debt to be repaid, then consider it done!” <33333
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Kalim had climbed up the tree because Mr Trein’s cat, Lucius, happened to be stuck on one of its branches, and he couldn’t just leave him there! Too bad that when he’d finally made it up, he himself had realised that he had absolutely no clue as to how he was meant to get down - thankfully, he didn’t have to worry at all, since you were there to help him out!
Ahhh, he really did think he was going to be in trouble there! He really was so lucky to have you as his friend! And now, all he had to do was to get down while holding Lucius so you could catch them - woah?!
“AAAAAAAAAA - oof!” Kalim’s breath rising and falling from the exhilaration of slipping off the branch in short puffs, those ruby-red eyes of his widening and then crinkling at their corners, cheeks dimpling and teeth turning into that cheery grin of his, right before he threw his arms into air, fingers curled into celebratory fists, beaming just as brightly as the warm afternoon sunshine.
“That was so cool! I was falling mid-air, and then you caught me and - Lucius! Look, Lucius managed to jump off the tree all by himself! Maybe he was encouraged by us and wanted to try to get himself off too! Oh, we should return him to Professor Trein - how about we get a snack on the way there? My treat!” <333333
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Vil had gotten himself stuck in the tree by a complete accident, brought on by one of the new freshmen - he’d been working on a potion in Pomefiore’s basement, and Vil had been unfortunate enough to have been walking by when the whole thing went boom! teleporting him to some random tree. Even worse, Vil had been in heels - sure, he was more than capable of getting down himself, but at the cost of chipping his new shoes? Thankfully, you were there to solve his conundrum.
Goodness gracious - just as he was about to correct that student’s horrendous potion, too. At least his new pair of shoes would go unscathed - all he had to do now, was to carefully take off his shoes and pass them to you so he could get down -!
“KYAH!!” His loud shriek reverberated against the courtyard’s stone walls as he held onto you with all his might, eyes squeezed shut as his manicured nails dug furiously into the broad of your back, legs hiked up nearly all the way to his chest, jutting you in the chin - until he caught himself and opened them, of course, cheeks flushing rosy.
“Ahem! Apologies, I lost my composure for a moment there… ah, your clothes! Allow me to compensate you by giving you a new set - really, it’s quite alright. Now, let’s set a date - are you free next week? …What’s the date for? Well, I can’t exactly buy you new clothes without you being there, can I?” <3333333
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Idia had long stopped trying to get off the tree branch he’d gotten himself stuck on(courtesy of a surprise ambush from one of the extrovert final bosses, Rook) and had instead taken to holding onto said branch for dear life, cheek squashed shamefully against the tree bark, hair burning an embarrassed pink once you’d found him, burning even brighter at your suggestion of catching him - like in a shoujo?!
He’d never wanted to sink into a hole and disappear from human existence so much before. And in such an open area too?! Your jokes weren’t helping very much either, because how could he fall into your waiting arms like the heroine from a romantasy?! No way, there was absolutely no way he could pull off a move like that -!
“EEEEEEEEEEK!!” Falling right into your open arms as he jolted upright, fingers instantly grabbing for your shoulders, legs seizing up and freezing into place like a startled deer. Thankfully, he’d managed to gain his bearings rather quickly - pulling one of his hands back(the other still holding onto you, afraid of falling) to curl his fingers into a fist to cover his mouth with, face that terrified expression he’d make whenever faced with anything that scared him, only this one had a dusting of pink across his cheeks, hair tips curling at the ends into little pink hearts.
“um…mind putting me down? thx… i srsly didn't think we’d have a shoujo protag here, that's more of an RSA thing… Eh?! The nurse's office?! It's okay, I can just have Ortho check me… you.. wanna stay with me until he shows up?! …sure, okay, I guess..! “ <333333333
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Malleus had an inkling of the idea as to why he was currently perched on top of a tree - Lilia had recommended a way for him to connect with his other peers. To simply ‘hang out’ and when a schoolmate eventually came by, all he had to do was to strike up a conversation. Too bad Malleus wasn’t too sure on how to ‘hang out’ in the first place, and had decided to hang out how Lilia usually did - by sitting in a tree, of course!
Ah, there was someone! Now, it was time for him to start chatting with you! But then again… how was he meant to get down properly? Whenever Lilia was ‘hanging out’, he’d always pop out of the tree upside down. Was he supposed to do that as well? It didn’t seem too hard, all he had to do was lock his legs in place and then -
“!” Malleus’s usually pale cheeks blooming like red berries in the winter snow when his eyes met yours, practically twinkling like stars in the night sky - he knew he was more than able to simply teleport himself out of your arms and into the ground, so wasn’t he? Perhaps it was the fact that you were so quick to rush over and outstretch your arms, the fact you cared enough about his safety to keep him tight against his chest, no matter how uncomfortable it probably was for you to feel the tips of his horns jutting into your chin.
“… thank you very much for your assistance. As repayment, I shall grant you a wish. Pardon? Your wish is to escort me back to Diasomnia? Well, that can easily be arranged." <33333333333
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