Dreams
unrequited Malleus x Reader angstÂ
CW: Kinda sad
Malleus didn’t used to dream, he didn’t used to do a lot of things, but in his many years of living, his dreams were always defined by dark blobs and a peaceful blackness that would last until morning.Â
That was until he met you.
Since the first night he met you, he was amused by the way you would speak to him, his bold child of man, his first genuine friend. You slowly seeped your way into every part of his day, if not physically, his thoughts always seemed to circle back to you regardless.Â
You two would talk about anything, but sometimes you would talk about your dreams. He memorized how you would squint your eyes trying to recite every tiny detail, trying to connect the plot of each one in your normal nonsensical way. An overarching chronicle of stories that would take control of your midday conversations, and together you and him would try finding the theme of each one. It was endearing, you were always endearing to him. Â
and much like how his daily life at Night Raven College changed his nights changed as well. The dark blobs morphed into flower filled meadows, the blackness stretched into vibrant colors illuminating his sight, and at the center of it all was you.Â
He could never tell you the contents of his dreams, they were all so similar he didn’t want to scare you but your smile, the touch of your hand he grew so accustomed to, the sound of your laughter, it allured him to never want to wake up. Sometimes he dreamed you were fae and you would carry out the rest of your lives together in Briar Valley. Other times he dreamed he was human, a simple magicless human, a bold contrast to what he actually was. Â
 Yes, Malleus didn’t used to dream, and after you returned to your own world, he wish he never had.Â