Hey deezee, I hope I’m not bothering you with a request for our fae boys x Yuu/Reader.
Slight Spoiler for the movie Maleficent
In the movie a human throws away his iron ring (his most valuable possession) without a second thought, because it was hurting Maleficent. Could you write a scenario where the reader does the same for our fae boys, please?
A/N : Of course! But I might not be able to write it exactly the way you want since I’m kind of out of ideas right now 😔 But if you end up liking it, that would make me really happy.
Sorry it turned out bad...I just...haven’t felt inspired lately.
The first time I wrote about a character whose name I kept forgetting.
Title : The Ring You Cast Away
Pairing : Yandere!Malleus Draconia x Reader
Word Count : 3200
Warning : OCC??? , I can't think because I'm sick.
Summary : You fled into the forest, wearing iron to keep Malleus away even if it hurt. But when you realize the pain cuts deeper for him than it does for you, you make a choice. One that binds you to him forever.
English is not my first language.
The forest was thick with thorns and silence. You hadn’t meant to walk this far, but something about Briar Valley’s woods always drew you in like the trees whispered secrets only you could hear.
The sun had fallen behind the hills long ago, casting the world into shadows thick as oil, and the wind bit at your skin through your coat.
You stopped walking.
The stillness wasn’t just silence anymore.
It was presence.
He was near.
You didn’t turn around. You didn’t need to.
Malleus did not sneak. He did not stumble. He appeared like mist through cracks in the world, slow and graceful and eternal.
You spoke first.
“ You followed me again. ”
A pause.
“ You knew I would. ”
His voice was velvet and winter, soft and cold in the same breath. Familiar now. Too familiar.
You turned. He stood just a few paces behind you, tall and regal even in the half-light, like the forest was his court and every thorn bent for him. His eyes glowed faintly, green fire flickering beneath the darkness. The sight of him used to startle you.
Now, it just made your chest ache.
“ I told you I needed space. ” you said.
“ You did. ”
“ And yet... you’re here. ”
Malleus tilted his head, as if the concept itself was strange. “ I am always here. ”
You tried to ignore the way your pulse spiked.
“ Because you’re watching me? ”
“ Because you are precious. ”
You flinched.
There it was again. That possessiveness wrapped in silk. That terrifying gentleness. Malleus didn’t yell or demand or trap you with chains. He trapped you with devotion. The kind that suffocates slowly.
“ I wore this to keep you away. ” You said as you grabbed your ring.
Iron.
It was a simple thing. A ring, old and blackened and heavy with heat. Humans told stories of how it repelled fae kept their charms and dangers at bay.
You weren’t sure if you believed in old tales.
But you believed in Malleus.
He stiffened.
“ You still wear that…thing. ”
“ I didn’t want you to follow me. I didn’t want you to come. ”
A long silence. The kind that drags your breath out of your lungs.
When he spoke again, it was lower.
“ You would rather hurt yourself than be near me? ”
You look down the ring has slipped into your skin as you walk. The burn marks are just starting to spread, red and searing beneath your collarbone.
“ I didn’t know it would do that. ” you muttered.
“ I did. ”
Malleus stepped forward once. Then stopped. You saw it the way his fingers twitched toward you, then curled into a fist instead.
“ I felt it burning. ” he murmured. “ From the moment you left the castle. It is agony. ”
You looked up, startled. “ You…you felt it? ”
“ I feel everything when it comes to you. ”
Your throat dried.
That should’ve terrified you.
But instead…it just made you want to cry.
“ I don’t hate you, Malleus. ”
That earned a flicker in his expression. The slightest shift in those ancient eyes.
“ But I don’t want to be your prisoner either. ”
“ You are not. ” he said, too quickly. Too gently. “ You are mine, yes. But not a prisoner. Never that. ”
“ And yet I’m afraid to breathe the wrong way. ”
He stepped closer again. This time, he didn’t stop.
You stood still, barely breathing as he approached one slow, reverent step at a time. When he reached you, he didn’t touch. Just stood close enough that the heat of him tangled with the cold of the air.
“ You are wearing something that causes you pain. ” he said softly. “ Because you thought it would drive me away. ”
You looked away.
“ I wanted it to. ”
Malleus didn’t speak. Not right away.
Then, in a voice that trembled like candlelight.
“ Then why are you crying? ”
Your fingers touched your cheek. Wet.
You hadn’t noticed.
You shook your head, voice cracking. “ I didn’t want to be afraid of you. I just wanted to be normal. I just wanted a walk. I just wanted...to breathe. To live. ”
“ You think life exists without me? ”
That should’ve sounded cruel. But it didn’t.
It sounded broken.
“ You could’ve taken it off days ago. ” he whispered. “ You could’ve burned it. Yet you didn’t. ”
You didn’t answer.
You didn’t have to.
Because you’d felt the weight of it every day.
The sting on your skin. The barrier between you. The wall you didn’t even understand. And now, standing here in the dark, you realized something horrible.
You didn’t want that wall anymore.
Even if it meant falling.
Even if it meant drowning in him.
You reach for your finger the chain is so hot it’s almost blistering. It digs into your skin as you struggle with the lock, but you don’t stop. You take pleasure in the pain.
And then, with a snap it fell away.
The ring hit the ground with a dull, lifeless sound.
And the world changed.
Malleus exhaled like he hadn’t breathed in a hundred years.
His hand shot forward.
Not to grab you.
To catch the ring.
You stared as he held it in his palm burning, still glowing faintly with his magic. His expression unreadable.
And then he let it fall through his fingers like dust.
The chain turned to ash before it even hit the dirt.
“ You threw away your protection. ” he whispered.
You couldn’t look at him. “ It was hurting you. ”
Something shifted in the air. Like the forest bowed in reverence.
And then
His hands were on your face.
Gently.
Trembling.
Like you were made of glass and every part of him wanted to shatter you but only so he could piece you back together and keep you forever.
“ Do you know what you’ve done? ” he murmured.
You nodded. Barely.
His breath touched your skin. “ You cannot take that back. ”
“ I don’t want to. ”
His eyes closed. As if he’d been waiting a lifetime to hear that.
And when he opened them again, they burned with something ancient. Something dangerous.
His lips hovered over your forehead. Close enough to feel.
“ I will never let you go now. ”
You didn’t answer.
Because maybe, deep down…
…you didn’t want him to.
