Malleus Draconia, Lilia, Silver and Sebek A MOST UNFORTUNATE DISCOVERY----'The fae find out human blood has iron in it' (Part 1)
(or: Why Yuu Is No Longer Allowed Near Sharp Objects)
All 4(four) parts have been posted
I. Yuu (Victim)
You learn this information the worst possible way.
By accident.
Specifically: you trip.
Specifically again: you trip into Sebek’s halberd.
It’s not dramatic—no epic wound, no cinematic blood spray. Just a shallow cut across your palm and a sharp hiss of pain.
“Ow—!”
Silver catches you immediately. “You’re bleeding.”
You glance down. “Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just a—”
The sentence dies in your throat when the air around you changes.
The forest goes quiet.
Not peaceful-quiet.
Predator-quiet.
Your blood drips onto the ground.
And hisses.
Not metaphorically.
Actually.
Sebek stares at your hand.
Silver blinks.
Lilia’s smile… stops.
Malleus stiffens like he’s been struck by lightning.
“…That,” Sebek says slowly, voice cracking, “is metal.”
You stare at him. “It’s… blood?”
Malleus takes one careful step closer, eyes glowing faintly. “Yuu.”
Uh oh.
II. Malleus (Existential Crisis)
This is impossible.
Human blood does not burn the earth.
Human blood does not repel magic.
Human blood does not make ancient fae wards recoil like offended cats.
And yet—
The iron-rich scent hits him like a physical blow.
It is wrong. Heavy. Grounding. Anchoring.
It feels like standing too close to a lightning rod while magic screams and slides away from it.
“You are injured,” Malleus says, very carefully.
“I’m okay,” Yuu says. “I mean, it stings, but—”
Silver gently takes their wrist.
The skin around the wound is already knitting together—slowly, humanly—but the blood remains.
Red.
Dense.
Weighted.
Silver’s expression goes blank in that terrifying way that means his brain has shut down to prevent panic.
“…That’s iron,” he whispers.
Malleus’s hands twitch.
Iron is poison to fae.
Iron is death to dragons.
And it is inside them.
III. Sebek (Volume: MAXIMUM)
“YOU ARE A WALKING WEAPON?!”
Yuu flinches. “What—no???”
Sebek gestures wildly. “IRON IS A SACRED BANE! IT NULLIFIES MAGIC! IT IS USED IN EXECUTIONS! WHY IS IT INSIDE YOU?!”
“I don’t know!” you shout back. “It’s just how humans are where I’m from!”
Lilia finally speaks.
“Oh,” he says cheerfully. “So that’s why wards never stick to you.”
Everyone turns.
“…What,” Malleus says flatly.
Lilia hums. “Explains why curses slide right off. Why spells misfire. Why you walked through three restricted barriers like they were decorative.”
Yuu’s soul leaves their body.
“I THOUGHT THOSE WERE BROKEN,” you say faintly.
Sebek looks like he’s about to combust. “YOU HAVE BEEN A BIOLOGICAL ANOMALY THIS ENTIRE TIME?!”
IV. Lilia (Delighted, Horrified, Amused)
Lilia crouches in front of you, eyes bright, fascinated.
“May I?” he asks, already holding your hand closer to his face.
“Please don’t lick it,” you say automatically.
“…I wasn’t going to,” he lies.
He sniffs.
Immediately recoils.
“Oh that is nasty,” he says with delight. “It’s like breathing rust and thunderstorms.”
Malleus grips his staff tighter. “Step away from them.”
Lilia grins. “Relax. If I touch them too long I’ll get a headache.”
“…A headache,” Sebek repeats weakly.
“Yes,” Lilia says. “Like trying to hug a lightning rod.”
Yuu stares at their hand. “Am I… dangerous?”
The room stills.
Malleus looks at you—not like a monster.
Like a paradox.
“…To us,” he says carefully, “yes.”
You swallow. “You’re not going to… I don’t know. Lock me up?”
Lilia snorts. “Oh please. If we locked up everything dangerous at this school, we’d have no students.”
Silver finally speaks again.
“…Does it hurt you?” he asks quietly.
You blink. “The iron?”
“Yes.”
“…No,” you say. “It helps carry oxygen.”
Silence.
“…It does WHAT,” Sebek whispers.
V. Silver (Protective Instincts: ACTIVATED)
Silver positions himself subtly in front of you.
Not because he thinks Malleus or Lilia would hurt you.
But because if anyone else finds out—
“You’re still Yuu,” he says firmly. “Nothing about that changed.”
You smile at him gratefully.
Sebek looks like he’s short-circuiting. “SILVER, THEY ARE LITERALLY TOXIC—”
“They tripped,” Silver says. “They bleed. They apologize too much. They’re still human.”
Yuu sniffles. “Thank you?”
Malleus exhales slowly.
“…This knowledge must be controlled,” he says.
Too late.
Crowley appears.
VI. Crowley (Regret Incarnate)
“Ah~! What’s all this fuss—”
Crowley freezes.
He sees the blood.
He feels the magic distortion.
He inhales—
And chokes.
“IS THAT IRON?!”
Yuu sighs. “Hi, Headmage.”
Crowley points at you like you personally betrayed him. “YOU BROUGHT INDUSTRIAL POISON INTO MY SCHOOL?!”
“It’s literally my blood!”
Malleus rubs his temple.
Crowley starts pacing. “Do you have any idea what this means? Do you know how many contracts, protections, ancient fae agreements—”
Lilia cuts in brightly. “On the upside, they’re immune to at least six assassination methods.”
Crowley stops.
“…I hate that that’s useful.”
VII. Aftermath (Chaos Ensues)
By the end of the week:
Yuu is banned from handling iron and silver “just in case”
Sebek flinches every time you get a papercut
Lilia keeps calling you “Little Anchor”
Malleus quietly adjusts all his spells around you
Silver walks you everywhere “for safety”
Crowley has rewritten the school’s medical textbooks
You, personally, are just tired.
“I didn’t ask to be like this,” you mutter one night.
Malleus looks down at you, expression unreadable.
“…Neither did we,” he says gently.
Then, after a pause—
“But I am glad,” he adds, “that you are.”
Somewhere deep in the fae world, ancient creatures whisper.
Because the human from another world does not bleed weakness.
They bleed iron.
And that is terrifying.
And hysterical.
And absolutely no one at NRC will ever look at a bandage the same way again.
