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Melting the Dragon King's Heart (Part 3)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Malleus Draconia/F!Reader Summary: After falling down some stairs, you wake up in the body of a villain from one of Idia's cheesy romance books. Destined to die a fiery death, you have to figure out a way to change your fate. Word Count: 7,661 Notes: Hey all, sorry for being off the grid for so long! I've been busy and haven't had much time to do anything besides study. But we're finally at the end! I hope everyone enjoyed the story! It was a lot of fun to try my hand at writing this. Malleus is a fun character to write for.

I might have some more isekai/regression/reincarnation stories for Leona and Jamil. It's something I've been thinking about but haven't fully committed. Let me know if these ideas sound interesting and you'd like me to write on them.

Warnings: Physical abuse, emotional abuse, attempted murder, actual murder, death

Despite being in the library often, it’s always a little daunting when you first step in. There are plenty of staff to help, but shelves upon shelves of texts are still a bit much. A lot of the texts near the back are quite old. A lot of them have to be handled with care or they might just fall apart.

After asking for books on enchanted weapons, with a strange look from the librarian, you sit down and try your best to go through as much as possible. After a few hours of no success, you feel a headache coming on. Leaning back, you let out a deep, tired breath. There are plenty of enchanted weapons, some real and some just legend, but there’s nothing about the specific weapon you’re looking for.

In the story, the dagger is described as being crimson with an obsidian handle. It was originally a sword blessed by a group of fairies to take down a corrupted dragon. However, once the blade had been dipped in the ancient dragon’s blood, the blessing turned into a curse. Somehow the sword was broken but enough remained to create a dagger.

Any cut made by the blade could not be healed. No magic, no potion, no artifact could stop the bleeding. The wounded person would bleed to death. If the person was lucky, they could die in a matter of seconds. Those not so lucky would have an agonizingly slow death. Even if they were to cauterize the wound, the bleeding would continue. It would only stop once the wounded died.

“Very grim,” you mutter under your breath. For such a light hearted novel, the curse of the blade was surprising. However, it’s never used since the main protagonist is able to get it.

“Your highness, is everything alright?” the royal librarian.

Sitting up straight, you clear your throat. “I don’t think I’ll be able to find what I’m looking for. Could you put these back?” You close the book with a thump.

“Of course. Is there anything else you need?”

“No, thank you.” Deciding to head back to your office, you leave the library. By now you know how to navigate your way through the castle.

Your feet move on autopilot as your mind wanders. There must be something you can do. The only other thing you can think of is returning home to see if they’ve found the cursed dagger. Of course this would require you to figure out the relative time frame of when Yūki meets Malleus to when it's found. However, you’re unsure if following the story timeline would even be helpful with how different everything is now.

Arriving back at your office, you eye the stack of documents still left for your review. Plopping down onto the chair unceremoniously, you rub your eyes. Instead of doing the work on your desk, you find the previous book you had been reading. You never thought books about laws would be interesting, but Briar Valley has some strange laws that make reading about them fascinating.

As you flip to the bookmark, you note with some irony that the next chapter is on divorce. Perhaps when your plan had been to divorce Malleus, this would have been helpful. Though, still curious, you decide to read it. Everything about Briar Valley’s laws are complicated, though maybe not as complicated as the Queendom of Roses. There are separate laws for fae, humans, and fae-human issues.

You skip to the section on fae-human divorce since that would apply to you. “ ‘Depending on whether the parties have participated in the soul ceremony, divorce can be rather difficult though not impossible.’ What’s a soul ceremony?”

Before you can continue, Diablo knocks on the door. “Your grace, lunch is being served.” You quickly close the book before following him.

---

You’re silently reading in bed while Malleus goes through some documents. The times he used to come to your room to “hold your hand” has extended to almost every night. Instead of holding your hand, you both comfortably sit in your bed either talking or reading.

Malleus still returns to his room once it’s time for bed. You almost asked him if he wanted to stay the previous night, but you lost your nerves. There’s something very different from just reading in bed to actually sleeping next to him. You wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with him, but it’s almost been an entire year of marriage and you haven’t once slept in the same bed, so you’re unsure about how to bring it up.

Malleus shuffles his papers with a deep sigh. Glancing over at him, he rubs the bridge of his nose while muttering to himself. “Something wrong?” you ask.

He sets the papers aside on the bedside table. “Nothing really. Just that grandmother will be visiting soon. And she’s already placed certain…demands on me.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “She is?!” You had only met her a handful of times. Yet, in those few formal visits, all you can recall is how intimidating both in magic and overall presence she is.

Chuckling, the fae reaches out and squeezes your hand. “No need to worry, my heart. I’ll take care of all the preparations.”

Book forgotten, you turn to him. “What did she ask for?”

“She wants her favorite room overlooking the gardens. She, of course, expects to have dinner with both of us. And a few other things about her daily walks around Briar Valley that I’m sure Diablo can take care of,” he answers, ticking off each one on his fingers.

Fiddling with the sheets, you ask, “Is there anything I can do?”

“Hmm… She didn’t say anything in her letters. But I’m sure she’ll let you know if she wants anything.” His gaze flickers over to the book in your lap.

“I should do something for her. Since it’s been awhile, maybe I can get her some flowers. Or maybe plan an outing? Do you think she’d want to have tea in the gardens? Or maybe…” As you ramble, Malleus takes the book from your lap.

He nods occasionally while he skims the page. His lips press together in a thin line. Brows furrowing, his eyes narrow. You pause when you finally notice he’s not listening. “Malleus?”

Turning away from the book, he asks in a serious tone, “Did I do something wrong?”

Blinking owlishly, you cycle back to the conversation. Yet, nothing comes to mind about what he is referring to. “What are you talking about?”

He gestures to the book. “You’re reading about divorce in regards to fae-human relationships. Did I do something wrong to make you consider divorce?” Though his tone is even, the stormy look in his eyes say otherwise. There’s a flash of lighting outside the window.

Ignoring the sudden change in weather, you shake your head. “I’m not planning to divorce you, Malleus.”

His shoulders relax and his gaze clears. “I see…”

Taking the book away from him, you set it aside. “I’ll tell you the truth. I may have considered divorce at the start of our marriage because I didn’t want you to be unhappy.” ‘I also didn’t want to die’ you add silently. “But I realized that it would be unfair to ask for divorce based on a few months together. And it would be selfish of me to not consider your own feelings.”

“If you aren’t happy here, I’d be fine with a divorce,” he says, his voice strained. “I want you to be happy.”

Leaning against his shoulder, you hum in agreement. “I am happy. And you’re happy too, right?”

“Of course,” he responds without missing a beat.

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” Except the fact your parents possibly have a weapon that could kill him.

He wraps his arm around your middle, dragging you closer to his side so your head rests against his chest. He leans back against the pillows. You can hear the steady beating of his heart. A comfortable silence falls and you're almost lulled to sleep. The thought of sharing a room pops into your head once more.

“Hey, do you want to share a room?” you inquire, deciding to throw caution to the wind.

Malleus straightens up, which startles your comfortable position. “You wish to share a room?” His eyes are wide.

Sitting up, you find yourself picking at the sheets again. “Well, you basically come here every night, so that would be the most logical thing to do. And we are married, so it wouldn’t be strange if we decided to sleep in the same room.”

Shuffling out of bed, Malleus puts on his dragon slippers. “I will let Diablo know at once to prepare the master bedroom,” he says hurriedly.

“M-Mallues?” He has already gathered his papers and is about to head out before he stops halfway.

He walks back over to you. With a large grin, he leans down and kisses the top of your head. “I almost forgot, my heart. Good night.” Eyes twinkling, he leaves without another word.

Your mouth hangs open for a bit before you snap it closed with a click.

---

In less than a day, your new bedroom is ready. Diablo has your things moved in while you're working. The old butler seems at ease and comments how Malleus is in a wonderful mood. Everyone you pass by smiles brightly at you. You’re almost embarrassed at the fact that it seems everyone knows why he’s in a good mood. But, it’s honestly adorable.

There is a nervous feeling that settles in your stomach as you think about the logistics of sharing a room. For one, you have to share a bathroom, which isn’t much of an issue considering how massive the bathrooms are. The only thing you’re concerned about is possibly being walked in on while changing. It isn’t like you haven’t seen another naked person, but you’re self conscious about the scars on your back.

No one, besides your parents and the few people who treated you on occasion when you were unable to, knows about the scars. They’re all thin and straight, but there are so many. They crisscross from the top of your back to the small of your back. Some are very old while others are only about a year old.

You recall the faces of the few doctors who had seen the scars. Looks of shock and pity aren’t uncommon. One, you recall vividly, did not react at all, but you could see the way her hands shook. Yet, none dared to ask where the marks came from nor did they ever say anything to your parents. They valued their lives far more.

How could you blame them?

Shaking your head to clear out the bad thoughts, you decide you’ll figure out what to do when the time comes. For now, you have to decide what to do with two unexpected visitors.

There had been a commotion at the palace gates that Diablo had come to you about this morning. When you heard what happened, you immediately went to meet them. Now in the drawing room, Yūki sits across from you looking sheepish. Grim happily munches on the food offered by Diablo.

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon,” you start. It’s true since Yūki and Grim are not supposed to come for another two months. It’s just another indication that the story is completely different.

Yūki sighs. “Grim kept nagging about wanting to visit. When he wants to do something, he typically won’t change his mind. I’m sorry for dropping in unannounced.”

You wave off their apology. “It’s fine. I just wanted to be able to prepare for your visit more. Diablo can prepare a guest room. It’s a little busy here because Malleus’s grandmother is visiting soon.” you explain.

“Should we leave? I don’t want to be intruding…” Grim doesn’t seem bothered as he downs a cup of tea. Diablo pours him a refill without missing a beat.

“No, it’s fine. She’s not supposed to be here for another month. So, how are your travels?” you ask, changing the subject.

They seem to relax a bit. “It’s great! We went to visit the Scalding Sands before coming here. We even got to ride a magic carpet!” Their eyes light up as they talk about their newest adventure.

You wonder how they felt in the original novel when they had to stay in Briar Valley at the end. The author didn’t mention much about what happened except that Yūki went on to rule alongside Malleus. It was implied that they never left Briar Valley. Could someone who loved traveling so much really be happy staying in one place?

At some point in the conversation Malleus comes in. He pauses when his gaze lands on Yūki. You watch as he regards them curiously. Yet, it’s only a brief pause before he turns to you to ask you a few questions about a document. He leaves right after without a second look.

A part of you is a little disappointed at the underwhelming moment of their first meeting. However, another part is happy that there isn’t some kind of instant connection between the two. You’re selfish.

“He’s scary,” Grim mutters once Malleus is gone.

“Grim!” Yūki looks at you apologetically.

“What?! I’m just telling the truth! The magic rolling off of him is intense!” The cat waves his paws around. “It’s suffocating! You might not be able to feel it henchhuman, but I can tell!”

“It’s alright. Malleus can seem rather intimidating, but he really isn’t. I promise he’s a gentle, kind soul,” you assure them with a laugh.

Yūki relaxes once more. “He obviously loves you very much,” they state while chewing on a macaron. You face warms. “He only has eyes for you,” they continue “and it seems the feelings are mutual…” A single eyebrow goes up.

Trying to hide your embarrassment, you take a long sip of tea. Clearing your throat, you can’t meet their amused eyes. “Well…yes, they are,” you say in a soft tone. You can’t lie about your feelings. “He has a good heart. We started off rocky, but we’re in a good place now.”

Yūki and Grim both glance at each other. You realize you’re probably smiling like a fool and quickly school your features as best as you can. You steer the conversation to a different topic.

Later, Diablo shows them to the guest room and you head back to your office. There’s still paperwork you need to finish. On your desk is some mail with many of them being letters from other foreign dignitaries. However, one letter causes your blood to run cold. You know that sharp but elegant script as you know the scars on your back.

Rarely have your parents sent letters. Slipping the letter opener under the envelope, you’re almost tempted to burn the letter without looking. But the fact that they sent a letter must mean something important. It’s only a single sheet with only three sentences. You blink a few times before setting down the paper. The page blurs as you feel your chest pounding and a distant, high pitched noise fills your ears.

Dearest child,

Your mother has passed. Come home so our country may mourn her. The funeral will be tomorrow.

Father

Before you can fully realize anything, the door to your office opens. Malleus steps inside with a concerned look in his gaze while holding a piece of paper. Breaking out of your daze, you zero in on the paper in his hand. It’s the same sharp writing. There’s nowhere to hide.

“My heart, I am so sorry,” he says, gently setting down the letter. You can see that your father wrote more to him in the letter. “Are you okay?”

He reaches out but pauses when he notices the look in your eyes. There’s a long pause before you find your voice. “I’m fine. Thank you…” You carefully take your own letter and fold it back into the envelope. “I should prepare to return…” you whisper.

Malleus gently takes your hand in his. “Take all the time you need. I know the mourning process can take time.”

Your heart aches at his kindness. But how can you tell him that you don’t want to go back? That you’re terrified of returning to a place that only holds bad memories? Malleus lost his parents, so he’s no stranger to loss. But you hold no sympathy for the woman who called herself your mother.

“I’ll inform Diablo. Finish up what you need here.” He presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving to find the old butler.

You stand there for a moment. Your heavy breathing is the only sound that you can hear. You stumble your way out of the study. As everything fades in the background, childhood memories come back. Memories of a younger version huddling on the bed, knees draw close to her chest. Always shaking but never crying because it would only lead to further punishment.

A voice calls out as you stumble and fall forward. You hit the ground face first but you don’t register the impact. A hand comes into your lines of vision and you instinctively jerk away.

“Don’t…” you cry out weakly.

Suddenly Yūki’s face appeared into your field of vision. They say something but you don’t really hear. They move away for a bit and return with some water. They press the cup into your hands. They place a gentle hand on your back while rubbing slow circles. Your hands shake as you stare into the cup. As your breathing slows down, the pressure in your chest lessens. After a little longer, you take a slow sip.

“Your highness?” Yūki hesitantly calls to you in a soft tone.

Swallowing, you look around. Somehow, you stumbled your way to Yūki’s guestroom. “I…I’m sorry for barging in on you…” you apologize.

Yūki offers their hand and guides you to a chair. Setting the cup on the table, you sag back into the chair. “Just take your time,” they say, taking a seat as well.

Glancing around, you note that Grim isn’t anywhere to be seen. As if reading your mind, Yūki adds, “Grim went to grab a snack from the kitchen. He probably won’t be back for a while.”

You fiddle with your hands trying to find the words. You’re sure Yūki isn’t the type to gossip, so whatever you tell them would be safe. But should you be dumping your personal problems on someone who you’ve only met a few times?

“I don’t want to burden you with my personal problems…but would you be willing to listen?” The weight of everything has always been there, but you had ignored it. But with the arrival of the letter, you can’t ignore it anymore. Perhaps hearing the advice of someone from the outside would help.

Nodding, Yūki offers an encouraging smile. So you tell them everything. Well almost everything. You tell them about the past, your parents’ plan to take over Briar Valley using your unique magic, the fact that you’ve been lying to Malleus from the beginning, that they may have the one weapon that could kill Malleus. Every word out of your mouth feels like a release. Yūki listens without saying a word and keeping their facial expression straight.

Finally, you finish and it feels like you’ve been speaking for hours. Your throat feels dry, but the weight has been lessened. You wait for Yūki to respond. It’s a lot of information to be telling someone in one sitting.

Clearing their throat, their brows draw together. “Well…sorry but fuck that’s a lot!”

Your eyebrows go up as you stare at each other. Then, you start laughing. You both burst into laughter. It’s the first time you’ve ever heard Yūki say something like that. Wiping away stray tears, you shake your head with a smile.

“Sorry for dumping all that on you. I think I just needed to tell someone.” You sigh. “I’ve been holding that in for so long, but it feels good to at least tell someone.”

They wave off your apology. “You’d be surprised how many of my friends I had to play therapist for. It’s nothing new.”

Despite the reassurance, you can see the slight sag in their shoulders. “Still, you shouldn’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m being a hypocrite since I just did the same thing, but I want you to know it’s okay to just turn away if something becomes too much. You don’t have to fix everyone’s problems.”

Looking away, Yūki chuckles softly. “You’re the first person to tell me that… Thank you.”

You want to tell them that you know about the things they have to go through in the story. But don’t because Yūki isn’t a character in Idia’s book. Despite starting out in what you understood to be a story, you’ve come to realize that the people you’ve interacted with are not characters. They’re people with their own emotions and wills.

Breathing in deeply, you flex your hands. “I’m going to tell Malleus everything. I think it’s time he knew the truth, and he can decide for himself what he wants to do.”

“That’s probably for the best. Lying usually ends up biting you in the ass later on.” You both laugh. “He clearly adores you. So, you just need to trust in him to understand.”

“Right.” You offer Yūki a wide smile. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

---

After a lively dinner thanks to Grim’s antics, you’re getting ready for bed. Malleus is already tucked in reading. Though you plan to tell him everything, you can’t help but move slowly. You had prepared a speech, but now you can’t remember a word.

Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, you regard Malleus. His shoulders are relaxed and his facial expression is almost serene. The stress from hosting his grandmother has all but disappeared. Your heart swells with affection for him. You want to live the rest of your life with him in peace and warmth. And the only way that it can happen is if you tell him the truth. Together you can figure out a way to take care of your parents.

Feeling your gaze, Malleus looks up. “My heart?” His head tilts to the side.

Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders. “Malleus, I need to tell you something.”

He closes the book, giving you his full attention. “Why don’t you come here and we can talk?”

Hesitating, you shake your head. “I want to stand. What I’m going to tell you will be a lot.” He nods.

As you tell him everything about your life and your parents’ plans, he doesn’t react at all. You pour out all your feelings and thoughts. As the words leave your mouth, you feel even lighter. A sense of relief washes over you as you finish. You wait in agonizing silence as Malleus remains quiet. His gaze is distant as he takes in everything.

Finally, he looks at you. He doesn’t say a word as he holds his arms out to you. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you walk over to the bed. Climbing in the bed, he wraps his arms around your form and pulls you close to him.

You bury your face in his chest. You can only mutter apologizes as he holds your tight. He doesn’t say anything as you quietly sob. After what feels like an eternity, you seem to run out of tears. Your eyes are sore and puffy.

He kisses the top of your head. “Thank you for telling me the truth. It must have been difficult,” he mumbles. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Ear pressed against his chest, you listen to the steady rhythm of his heart. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was too scared,” you admit. “I was afraid you’d hate me.”

“I could never hate you.” He gently wipes away the tears that have stained your cheeks. “However, I am upset. Very much so.”

His green eyes glow dangerously as he glances out the window. Dark clouds roll in and lightning strikes. “Should I go there myself?” he muses.

“Malleus…” Placing a hand against his cheek, you turn his head so he looks at you. “Don’t do anything rash. My father is to blame not the people of my country. You can’t just go in and wipe out the country.”

Frowning, he looks thoughtful before he smiles sharply. “How about I just kill him, my heart. Or I can give you the honor of doing that.”

Leaning against his chest, you shake your head. “He might have that weapon…”

“I’ll squish before he even has a chance to think about using it.”

“This would be considered a criminal act.”

“What your parents did to you and planned to do with me are criminal acts. I’m only ending this before it can lead to something worse.”

“I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Then I’ll do it for you.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you smile to yourself as you tighten your hold on Malleus. “Let’s talk about what to do tomorrow. But thank you for offering to help despite everything.”

“Of course. I would do anything for you.”

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The next day you wake up feeling at peace. Malleus knows the truth and he still cares about you. You don’t have to go back to that place. Stretching, Malleus tightens his hold around your waste.

You still can’t believe that someone as regal as Malleus likes to cuddle. Most mornings you spend a few minutes trying to get out of his hold. He can be rather clingy first thing in the morning. It’s cute.

“We need to get up,” you say, trying to worm your way out of his hold. He hums before releasing you.

Malleus sits up as you find your slippers. You can feel his stare and quickly look up. He’s frowning with his brows pinched together. “What’s wrong?”

“Your scars…I didn’t realize…”

Right, you usually hide them long before he can see them. But last night’s confession had taken a lot out of both of you. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it, Malleus.”

Eyes narrowing, he shakes his head. “I need to talk to Lilia about what we should do.” He pauses, his brow smooths as he regards you. “Can I tell him everything you told me?”

You hesitate for a second but agree. “Yes. You trust Lilia, so I’ll trust him too.” If you’re going to do this without blowing up an entire country, you’ll need help. And Lilia seems rather level-headed under all the teasing.

Malleus leans over to peck you on the cheek. “I’ll see him now. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I’m going to head to my office once I check up on Yūki and Grim.” You feel your mouth stretch into a goofy grin as he pulls away. You’re pretty sure the butterflies in your stomach when he kisses you will never go away.

Once you’re clean and dressed, you make your way to the guest room. Yūki and Grim are already out, though the feline looks half asleep. “Morning, you two.”

Yūki gives a short wave before a yawn overtakes them. They quickly cover their mouth. “Mornin’....”

“It’s too early to be up!” Grim grumbles.

You chuckle as he yawns. “I’m sure the cooks have prepared something tasty for breakfast.”

That perks him up. “What are we standing here for?! Let's go!” He rushes ahead as Yūki follows at a slower pace.

“So… is everything okay?” They give you a sideway glance.

“Yeah. He took it well.” You give a small nod. “Thank you for listening yesterday.”

“Of course.” They offer a reassuring smile. “I was also thinking about what you said yesterday…about not needing to fix everyone’s problems…”

“Yes?”

Chewing on their lower lip, they’re silent as you near the dining room. They relax a bit when Grim turns around to beckon for them to hurry up. “You’re right. I don’t need to fix everyone’s problems. I need to learn when to take a step back and say no. I’m going to work on that. I just wanted to let you know.”

“It might take a bit of practice, but it’s good you’re taking your own feelings and wellbeing into consideration.” Patting them on the back, you two share a look before they’re pulled away by Grim’s shouting.

A flash near the window catches your eye and your blood runs cold. “Your majesty?” Diablo calls to you, worry etched on his wizened face. He looks out but doesn’t react. “Is something the matter?”

“D-did you see him?” you ask, your hands curl into fists.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I did not see anything. Should I have the guards take a look?”

You pause. You don’t want to cause a scene if it’s nothing. But you also wouldn’t put it past your father to show up uninvited to drag you home. “Yes, have someone take a look. If they find Duke Wynters, please send him away.”

Without further explanation, Diablo leaves. You let out a deep breath. It could just be your own fears playing tricks on you. Joining Grim and Yūki for breakfast, you try your best to forget about it.

However, after breakfast Diablo reports that the guards did not find anyone. Not even a trace of magic. Despite that, you’re still on edge as you head to your office. Hand hovering over the door knob, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle. Grasping the handle, you throw open the door to your study with a bang.

There’s no one inside. Everything is in its usual place. You let out another deep breath and shake your head. Taking a seat, you take the nearest stack of papers to start work. You throw the stack across the room as if burned.

The letter that you had burned flutters to the floor. You jump up. “Diab-!”

A cold hand clamps down on your arm. “Don’t.” Duke Wynter’s grip is strong despite his age. Old memories hold you in place as fear settles in.

“You know, I was so disappointed when you didn’t come home for your own mother’s funeral. Tsk…” His voice is calm, but you know better.

“H-how did you-” You hate that your voice shakes.

“Get in here? There are things magic artifacts can do that can even trick a mighty dragon.” He snorts. “Now, we’re going home. And I’m sure your dear husband will follow.” He bares his teeth in a ruthless smile.

Duke Wynters pulls a small pocket mirror from his breast pocket. He tosses it out and it expands into a full length mirror. A disembodied face stares back at you. “Take us back home, Mirror,” he orders.

“As you command,” the mirror murmurs. The surface of the mirror ripples and slowly changes until it shows the image of the manor. Gripping your arm tightly, he drags you toward it.

You don’t want to go, but fear grips your body. So, you let your panic swell along with your magic. The room becomes so cold you can see your own breath. Your vision blurs as Duke Wynters screams and something explodes.

Then everything goes black.

---

Malleus sends the doors of the study flying off. The entire study has been destroyed. The windows have been blown out and a thick layer of ice coats everything. His breath comes out in small puffs of fog.

He shouts your name. The frozen chandelier shakes.

Lilia places a hand on his arm. “They’re gone. Most likely back to his home. We need to leave now if we want to catch up to them.”

Turning to Sebek and Silver, Lilia gives them both a hard look. “Malleus and I will go after the queen. You both stay here and make sure everything is okay.”

They both give him a salute. “Please take care, father,” Silver says, forgoing the formalities.

“Stay safe, your majesty!” Sebek bows deeply to Malleus.

The two fae give one last nod before they vanish.

Standing at the entrance to your home, it’s oddly quiet and deserted. Dark, gloomy clouds loom threateningly in the distance. For a brief moment Malleus wishes he could have seen you during your childhood. But that thought quickly fades as he remembers the scars that criss-cross your back. Bitterness fills his mouth and anger boils to the surface.

The front gate is locked, but he simply blows it away with a snap of his fingers. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Lilia gives Malleus a reassuring squeeze. “Everything is going to be okay. But…maybe we shouldn’t destroy everything.”

There’s a beat of silence before Malleus calms himself, though his fists remain clenched. “Let’s head inside.”

They enter the home but there’s still not a soul to be found. There’s an eeriness to the dead silence. Passing rooms, there’s evidence of the occupants hastily leaving. The two fae follow the strong presence of magic. They enter an outdoor courtyard though it looks like it’s seen better days.

There in the middle sits a figure slumped over. Malleus’s eyes widen as he rushes over calling your name. However, he’s stopped by another voice. “I’m so glad you could come, your majesty.” Duke Wynters stands on a balcony that overlooks the courtyard. Malleus notes he seems to favor his left side. Small flecks of ice cling to his tattered coat sleeve.

Clenching his teeth, his hands itch to burn him without thought. But the smug look on the man’s face makes him cautious. He has something up his sleeve if he can confidently speak down to two powerful fae.

“Let her go,” he orders. “And I will make your death a merciful one.”

The duke cackles. He gestures to the still slumped over figure. “Unfortunately, I cannot give you my dear daughter unless you’re willing to make a deal.”

His eyes burn with disgust. “Or I could just kill you right now.”

“You could. But then you’d also be killing her.” Duke Wynters raises both hands and starts moving his fingers. Now, Malleus can see what’s going on. Thin strings of magic are connected to each of the duke’s fingers. And they’re attached to you.

Your body suddenly moves. You jerkily raise your head and stand up. You're holding a dagger in one hand. Like a puppet, you mechanically point the blade at him. The strange crimson metal gleams under the low light. However, Malleus can see the pain and panic in your eyes. Despite your body being controlled, you’re fully conscious of what’s going on.

The duke continues, “You see, my unique magic allows me to control a person’s body like a marionette. However, my life and their life are connected until I end the magic. I believe you’re a smart one, you understand what I’m saying.” He grins sharply.

“What do you want?” Malleus finally asks.

The man chuckles. “All you need to do is to take her place. Call off your man and promise no harm shall come to me. In return, I’ll release your beloved.”

“How can I guarantee that once I die, you’ll keep your word?”

“Malleus I don-” Lilia is cut off with a look.

The duke sighs. “Honestly, you should have more faith in your father-in-law. But I will make a magic oath with you.”

Malleus doesn’t hesitate. “I accept.”

A wide, crazed grin forms on the duke’s face. “I knew you’d make the smart choice!”

“Malleus!” Lilia protests. “Don’t do this!”

“What choice do I have, Lilia?” Tears are streaming down your face. “If I don’t do this, she’ll die. And if she’s gone, I…I might as well be dead.”

The older fae can’t find any words. Of course he wants the queen back. But if Briar Valley loses their king, he’s not sure what will happen. However, Lilia can’t think of a way out of this. If what the duke told them of his unique magic is true, then they can’t kill him without killing you. And even if it might not be true, Malleus isn’t the type to take that sort of gamble. Not with you on the line.

Duke Wynters sighs. “This could have all been avoided if my dear stupid child had followed the plan. Instead she goes and falls in love with you.” Clucking his tongue, he shakes his head with feigned sadness. “That blade she’s holding is special. We spent so much time and resources looking for something that could kill such a powerful creature like you. The blade is cursed so that no wound made with it can be healed with magic or potions.”

Suddenly you start to jerkily walk toward Malleus while wielding the blade. The fear in your eyes shines brightly as you hold the blade inches from where his heart is. Your hand shakes.

Malleus meets your gaze. He had vowed to never make you unhappy, but it seems he’s unable to keep that promise. Reaching out, he cups your face and brushes away the tears. “Do not worry, my heart, everything will be okay.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he can feel the blade’s point press into him. He closes his eyes.

“NO!” The shout that breaks through the tense silence chills him to the bone. Eyes opening, he only briefly sees you smiling through your tears with the blade plunged deep into your chest. You crumble to the ground.

The duke lets out a horrified scream that turns into a choke gurgle. He clutches at his chest as he loses his balance. He falls forward and plummets from the balcony. His body hits the ground with a sickening crunch.

However, Malleus is preoccupied with the blood that seeps from your body. Holding you close to him, he attempts to use magic on the wound. He ignores the blood that soaks into his clothes. But the blade only seems to absorb it. He mutters an apology as he pulls the blade out and attempts to heal the wound. Still nothing happens.

His voice cracks, “Lilia, what do I do?!” For the first time, Malleus is powerless.

Lilia shakes his head. “I don’t know…”

Your eyes flutter open. You attempt to touch him but you have no energy, so your hand falls uselessly aside. Malleus cradles your body. “Don’t leave me! Please!”

Your eyes glaze over. “No!” Malleus screams your name, but you don’t move. Dark clouds block out the sky and the wind howls outside as green lightning flashes.

A loud, mournful roar shakes the very earth.

---

You wake to bright fluorescent lights and the sound of a steady beeping noise. There’s also the familiar music of Idia’s favorite idol game playing. Turning your head to the sound, you spot Idia sitting in a chair with his eyes glued to his phone. It’s strange seeing him. Your head feels like mush as you try to gather your thoughts. Your heart throbs painfully for a moment before the feeling fades.

“Idia?” you call him.

He looks up from his screen, eyes widening. “You’re finally awake!”

Trying to piece together the last thing you remember, you ask, “What’s going on?”

“You fell down the stairs to the subway.” He pauses his game. “The doctors said you might be confused. Do you still remember everything?”

Sitting up, you glance at the clock on the wall with a slow nod. “How long was I out?”

“About a day.”

Touching the back of your head, you wince. “Are you sure? I swear it feels like I’ve been asleep for a long time.”

“Yup. You left me a message yesterday. By the way, it’s not a cringe book! Only noobs like you would think that,” he scoffs.

“Book?” Your head feels like a jumbled mess.

He rummages through his backpack before pulling out a familiar book. “The one I lent you. ‘Melting the Dragon King’s Heart’ is a heartfelt strangers-to-friends-to-lovers royal romance! It has everything you could ask for! Evil queen, hot dragon fae, spunky protagonist and a talking cat!”

You take the book from him. Frowning, you stare at the cover. The dragon king looks like a generic dark haired man. Yet, it looks wrong. “Are you sure he always looked like this?”

“What’s wrong with the way Malford looks?” You can see the annoyance in his face.

“Malford? Are you sure that’s his name?” You point to the cover. “I swear he looked different…”

Idia shrugs. “The dragon king is Malford Drago. He’s always looked like that. Yeesh! I know you didn’t like the story but at least pay attention to the main leads.”

When trying to remember, your head throbs painfully. Letting out a deep sigh, you fall back into the pillow. “Maybe I did hit my head harder than I thought…”

Glancing at the time, India starts packing up. “Visiting hours are almost over. I’ll let the nurses know you’re awake and come back tomorrow. Do you want me to bring anything for you?”

“I’m good. Thanks, Idia.” Smiling briefly, you close your eyes as you suddenly feel tired. Even as you drift off again, you feel like something’s missing.

---

A month after your fall down the subway stairs, you’re darting across the street. Dodging cars and people, you shout into the phone pressed to your ear. “I’ll be there in a few hours, Idia! I promise! I just forgot to grab some food.”

“I have food,” he grumbles. You can hear battle music in the background.

“You have cavity-inducing candy! I need real food!” You skillfully weave your way through the people. “The raid can wait, my stomach can’t. I’ll text you when I’m heading over.” You end the call before Idia can argue further.

Despite going back to your usual routine, something feels off. The doctor had reassured you that you might feel a bit confused, but that you would be fine. You feel like something is missing. When you’re sleeping, you have such vivid dreams. Yet, when you wake up, you can’t recall anything and there’s a painful throbbing in your chest. When you checked with your doctor, they just passed it off as part of your body’s response to the accident. You tried your best to ignore it since then.

Pausing, you realize you’re standing near the subway. The same place where you fell because you weren’t paying attention. Tucking your phone into your pocket, you carefully descend down the stairs. You’re only halfway down when someone bumps into you.

“Hey!” The perpetrator rushes down without looking back.

Grumbling under your breath, you take a step. But your foot misses. You briefly wonder what Idia will say when he finds out you're in the hospital again. However, the fall never comes because the person coming up the stairs reaches out to save you.

Pressed against them, you meet familiar green eyes. They’re wide with surprise. “Are you okay?” Something about the voice sends a spark through your body. You know that voice.

Righting yourself, you frantically nod. “Y-yes! Thank you!”

He smiles. “Of course.” He pauses, brows furrowing. “You’re the one from before.”

“Huh?” You’re pretty sure you’ve never met despite the strange feeling.

He nods. “Yes, I remember. You fell down the stairs a few weeks ago. I tried to catch you but unfortunately didn't make it. I’m glad to see you’re okay, though.”

So he was the voice that called to you when you fell. “I…thank you for catching me this time. I should be more careful.”

When he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Maybe keep both eyes forward. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt again.”

“…” You don’t know what else to say. He’s breathtakingly beautiful and even more so when he smiles. His sharp green eyes are warm when they meet your gaze. You’re usually not the type to fall for a pretty face, but you can’t deny the instant attraction.

He seems to take your silence as the end of the conversation. “It’s nice to see you again. I hope you stay safe.” He nods before heading upstairs.

You stand there on the step frozen. The further he gets, the more your heart aches. Why? Touching your chest, you bite the inside of your cheek. Taking a deep breath, you rush back up. Looking around frantically, you see him already halfway down the street.

“W-wait!” you shout. Phone pressed to his ear, he turns with a slight frown, but his expression softens when he sees you.

You rush across the street, nearly getting hit by a car. They honk loudly while yelling unintelligible out the window. Ignoring them, you rush to him. Trying to calm your erratic heart, you take a deep breath.

“Let me call you back, Lilia,” you hear him say into the phone before ending the call and tucking the phone into his pocket. “Are you okay?” he asks, a single eyebrow raised.

You nod. “I-I wanted to ask if you’d like to grab a drink with me if you’re not busy. To thank you for saving me.” Yes, that sounds like a valid excuse. And it's not like Idia expects you anytime soon.

He tilts his head to the side. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You swallow nervously. “If you want to, that is…”

He regards you silently before agreeing. “I’d love to.”

Beaming, you hold out your hand. “Great. I’m (Y/N).”

When he takes your hand to shake, butterflies fill your stomach. He eyes your clasped hands with interest. “I’m Malleus,” he replies.

You stand there like an idiot still holding his hand. But he doesn’t seem to want to let go either. Your heart feels full and for the first time since the accident, the pain is no longer there.

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Invitation (Makisig x Anon) Part 3 NSFW

Disclaimer:

THIS IS A NSFW CHAPTER.

I do not own Makisig, He belongs to @ask-emilz-de-philz

Anon on the other hand is you. So enjoy!

Part 1 here : Invitation Part 1

Part 2 here : Inviation Part 2

It’s been a while since you were here, surprisingly Makisig was very attentive and caring, checking in on you every now and then to make sure you were okay. You found yourself growing more curious about this side of him that he showed only to you. He only set two rules for you to follow: first, never to go outside the estate without him, ensuring your safety from other Tamawo's or creatures; if you stay within, you're secure. The second rule was simple: always smile.

You followed his rules without argument, enjoying the activities in the mansion. You played and did various things, cherishing the moments until both of you were satisfied. He generously gave whatever you asked for, creating a world of plenty within the estate.

You both walked hand in hand in the expansive garden. Any past worries about your cheating boyfriend were replaced by an overwhelming sense of contentment in his presence. The flowers seemed to bloom brighter, birds sang sweeter, and the sun radiated just for the two of you. As you strolled along the winding path, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him, admiring his profile in the golden light.

“What are you staring at?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. You blushed, feeling caught in the act. "Just... admiring the view," you replied with a sheepish smile. He chuckled softly, a sound that warmed your heart.

As if to change the topic, you asked, "Where are we going?" tilting your head in confusion. Makisig pointed towards a secluded spot in the garden. "I have a surprise for you. If we hurry, you will see what I’m talking about." Following the direction of his outstretched fingers, you spotted a beautiful gazebo draped in a canopy of soft white linen. As you both approached, you noticed a small table adorned with flickering candles and a delicious meal laid out before you.

Like the gentleman he is, he guided you to the table, pulled out a chair, and signaled for you to sit. Taking your seat filled you with anticipation. The aroma of the food teased your senses, and your stomach responded with a growl. You marveled at Makisig's thoughtfulness, as if he had magically brought your heart's desires to life.

Seating himself across from you, his eyes remained fixed on your face. They held a blend of warmth and an elusive depth that intrigued you. "I hope you like it," he softly murmured, his voice a gentle caress.

Enjoying each bite of the delicious meal, you closed your eyes to relish the delightful flavors on your tongue. It was a unique experience, a symphony of tastes and textures that left you wanting more.

As the meal continued, conversation flowed easily between you and Makisig. Time flew by so swiftly that you were unaware the sun had already set. When you felt full, Makisig extended his hand, saying, "Come, there's more to show you." Intrigued, you reached for his hand and followed him down a dark path, guided by the moonlight. Upon reaching a grassy field, you both stopped. You looked at him and were about to question. “Just wait” he said, you held your tongue as he instructed, curious about what awaited.

Slowly, one by one, small flickering lights rose from the grassy fields. Your eyes widened at the sight. "Fireflies." You blurt out in exitement, you were amazed to see these little creatures as you’ve never seen one before, because of living in the city your entire life. Their soft glow lighting up the night like a magical dream. Makisig watched you with a smile, clearly pleased by your reaction to the enchanting scene before you. The fireflies flitted around gracefully, creating patterns in the darkness that seemed straight out of a fairy tale.

You were captivated by the spectacle, feeling transported to another world. It was a moment of pure wonder and beauty, as if time stood still. With excitement bubbling inside you, you wordlessly took Makisig’s hand and stepped into the midst of the glowing fireflies. The tiny creatures danced around you, their soft light casting a gentle glow on your face. You felt united with the magic of the night, embraced by nature's twinkling stars. In that moment, all worries and doubts faded, replaced by a profound sense of peace and belonging.

As you stood there, hand in hand with Makisig amidst the shimmering fireflies, a heavy emotion surged within you, and tears welled up as the reality began to sink in. The breathtaking scene and the wonderful man before you felt like a dream destined to fade away. The temptation of staying here was unbearable, but you know deep in your heart you need to return – to those loved ones who might be waiting for you from the other side, and even those who caused you pain.

Makisig reached for your tears and gently wiped them away with his thumb, his touch warm and comforting against your skin. His eyes searched yours, a mixture of concern and understanding shining in their depths. "Why do you cry, Binibini?" he asked softly, his voice a soothing melody in the night air. You found it hard to express your feelings, emotions swirling like a storm inside you. Finally, you managed to speak, your voice barely a whisper. "This moment feels too . . perfect. . .” you hesitated, as if speaking the words might break the moment. "It feels unreal,"

Makisig shook his head, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Perfect moments are rare, but they are real," he said, his voice unwavering. "And even if they are fleeting, they leave a mark on our hearts that can never be erased." His words resonated deep within you, touching a chord you didn't know existed.

Makisig held both of your hands, offering reassurance, "I understand you have to go back. But remember, you're always welcome here. You carry a piece of our time together," He looked around, admiring the fireflies still dancing around you, then returned his gaze to you, "a light to guide you back." Tears welled up again, but this time they were tears of gratitude for the brief beauty you had shared.

You looked back at him, staring at his eyes that you always admire, you don’t know how to thank him for being such a source of comfort and wonder in your life. “How can I thank you? for everything you’ve done for me?” Makisig gently lifted your chin, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You don't need to thank me, Binibini," he replied softly. “Your presence in my world has brought me more joy than you can imagine.” His words carried a weight of sincerity that tugged at your emotions, filling you with a bittersweet feeling of longing.

Even though his comforting words had reassured you, you felt a desire to convey more in that charged moment. As the air between you both became laden with silent understanding, the warmth of his presence surrounded you, and the gap between you seemed to diminish.

With closed eyes, you leaned in for a kiss, but a gentle finger halted your movement. Opening your eyes, you met Makisig's gaze. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his finger tracing the outline of your lips. "I want you to be certain that it is truly what you desire.” He paused, then said, "Because once your lips touched mine, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself any longer." His gentle voice carried a sincere weight, leaving you breathless. Your heart pounded, realizing that crossing the line would significantly alter your relationship.

You could feel the intensity of Makisig's gaze, the unspoken desire between you both palpable in the air. In that charged moment, you made a choice. "I want this.. I want you" you whispered, the words lingering in the air. Makisig's eyes softened with tenderness as he leaned in to close the distance between your lips, his lips brushing gently against yours in a feather-light kiss that sent shivers down your spine.

The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. Makisig's hands gently cupped your face, his touch sending waves of warmth through your body. Lost in the moment, you felt as if the world around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this bubble of passion and desire.

As you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Makisig cupped your face in his hands, his gaze filled with adoration. "I've wanted this for so long," he confessed softly, his voice filled with emotion. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked into Makisig's eyes, feeling a rush of emotions swirling inside you. Boldly you said “Then... tonight make me yours.” Makisig's eyes lit up with desire and respect as he drew you in for another, even more passionate kiss.

Locked in a passionate kiss, your emotions erupted like wildfire. The intensity between you two had been simmering for so long, and now, unable to resist any longer, you surrendered to your desires. Each touch and caress sent sparks flying, igniting a blaze of ecstasy that consumed you both.

The kisses deepened, becoming more urgent and fervent with every passing moment. Makisig’s hand roams around your body, tracing your every curve, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, your breaths mingling in a heated exchange.

Makisig effortlessly lifted you, and in response, you wrapped your legs around him, arms around his neck for support. In that moment, held in his arms, you felt a mix of strength and vulnerability. You pulled back, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as you attempted to catch your breath. Locked in each other's gaze, you found Makisig's golden eyes smiling tinged with a hint of desire. You can’t help but stare at him wanting more. “Let’s go somewhere else” he said, you nodded eagerly in response.

Silence surrounded you both, making the moment even more intense as your lips met again, Still cradled in Makisig's arms, he effortlessly guided you through the mansion, you did not know how he managed to bring you there without a single collision, but all you know is that you are now inside that room and all that occupied your thoughts was the awareness of you two being alone together in that space.

Your lips are still intwined with each other as he moved towards the bed, he then gently lowers you before breaking off the kiss, you feel the heat of his body moving further away, a pleasurable yearning surged within you as you yearned for his touch once more. He may be close, but you didn’t like the distance. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him for another passionate kiss, running your fingers through his hair. He smirked through the kiss and pulled back, “Greedy, aren’t we?” he teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously, adding a playful spark to the moment.

Looking at his eyes, unfazed by his teasing, you responded, "What if I am?" Your words carried a subtle challenge, a daring invitation that lingered in the air, intensifying the growing tension between you and him. His smile widened at the bold invitation, he moved closer still staring at your eyes, your nose almost touching, with a seductive voice he asked. “Tell me, what do you want?” A moment of silence passed as your gazes remained fixed on each other. Strengthened by the heated exchange, you reached out, cupping his face with your hands, and confessed, "I... want you."

Makisig’s eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His fangs glinting in the dim light of the room as he grinned, “As you wish” his voice laced with a hint of allure. He claimed your lips again in a fervent kiss, both of you started removing each other’s clothes one by one. You let out a moan as he moved his kisses onto your neck, his breath hot against your skin, sucking, licking, and biting leaving his mark on you as you let a soft cry escape your lips. Your hands clawed on his back as you arch yourself enduring the pleasurable pain that he’s doing to your body.

His hands cupped your breast, squeezing them gently, his warm hands made you shudder with pleasure, his mouth made its way to your nipples and his tongue traced delicate circles around your sensitive peaks, desires surged through your entire being, igniting a fire that spread throughout your entire body. The gentle pressure of his lips sent waves of pleasure cascading through you, and you couldn't help but throw your head back in ecstasy, your heart pounded in your chest as your breath came out in short gasps, you can feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second, wanting more of his touch.

Makisig’s hand traced the curve of your body moving downwards until he reached your thighs, his lips followed as he trails kisses down to your belly sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body, his eyes looking at you with satisfaction at your aroused state. His fingers ever so slowly moved their way towards your inner thigh until it reached your now wet folds parting it, exposing your now moist flesh to the cool air. He gazed down at your now exposed entrance, his eyes reflecting admiration as if captivated by the beauty of what lay before him.

You moved your hands to block his view “Don’t look” you plead shyly as you gazed down on him, a devilish smile played across his lips as he grabbed your hand and kissed it, he then uttered “Don’t hide, you’re beautiful” his breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, Without warning, his finger went inside, you gasp as you felt the coolness of his finger invade your most intimate place. Then another one was inserted, stretching and preparing you for what was to come. The sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating, as if he was claiming every inch of you. Your body responded to his touch, trembling with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. It moved inside you with a rhythm that matched the beating of your heart, exploring and teasing, drawing out your arousal and deepening your desire. He watched you squirming, pleased with himself as each stroke sent electrifying jolts to your core.

He then stops, and removes his fingers out from inside of you, gasping at the sudden heat leaving your lower body, you watch him, breathless and wanting. He then leaned in, his breath hot against your sensitive skin, hovering just above your clit, he inched closer to your folds teasing you with the slightest brush of his tongue. you cried in pleasure, at the sudden contact of his tongue to your lower lips, your hips bucking involuntarily.

Makisig smirked wickedly, his eyes shining with desire. He knew exactly how to make you more aroused. He plunged his tongue into your entrance, feeling the heat and wetness envelop him, you cried out in pleasure as your body arch towards him, his tongue moving in and out of you, the waves of pleasure intensify as your orgasm grows stronger with each trust of his tongue, your hands gripping his hair as he ate you out.

His thumb brushing against your throbbing clit sending electric sparks through your entire body. “Oh, god!” you cried, your breath hitches as you feel the orgasm rising, “I.. can’t.. I’m almost.. at my …limit!” you said, each word strained, the pleasure he was giving was driving you higher and higher. You cried out, your body trembling as you climax. He watched in satisfaction at your now trembling state, he gently licked every drop of pleasure from you, savoring the taste of your release. You lay there panting your head still spinning after your orgasm.

You have never experienced this before. The overwhelming sensation of foreplay sent your mind into overdrive. Makisig hovered on top of you once more, his eyes looking down on you with desire, you grabbed his face and kissed him, you couldn’t resist any longer, you want him inside. He pulled away from the kiss and positioned himself Infront of your entrance, this time you get to see what’s going inside of you, you were so occupied with your foreplay that you hadn’t noticed how huge his manhood was.

“T-that’s .. going inside?” you choked at your words, as you saw how long, thick and veined he was. Though you are no longer a virgin, the prospect of that huge thing penetrating you filled you with a sense of fear and a little bit of anticipation building between your legs. He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he gently caressed your face. “Don’t worry, Binibini” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “I’ll take it slow, and I promise you’ll enjoy it” Looking into his eyes, it felt like a spell had been cast on you, your heart raced, but despite the fear, you felt a surge of excitement. Under his intense gaze, you muster courage and weakly nod signaling your consent. “Okay” you whispered trying to sound braver than you felt.

You closed your eyes as he slowly pushed his hardness inside of you, his eyes never leaving your face. Taking a deep breath, you try to relax your muscles as he begins to guide their length inside you. feeling your muscles tense and then relax as he filled you completely making sure you are adjusted to his size. He whispered reassuring words tenderly kissing you as if to lessen the pain. He stopped and waited until you completely relaxed beneath him, he then said, “I’ll move now, but if I’m causing you any discomfort, you can tell me to stop.”

You nodded, your cheeks flushed slightly with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. He began to move slowly, drawing the tip of his shaft back slightly and then pushing it in again, repeating the motion as he watched your face for any signs of discomfort.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his hips starting to move a little faster, but still maintaining a tender touch. Your hips began to match his rhythm, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the sensation intensified.

As the warmth of his body enveloped you, the discomfort melted away, replaced by a sense of connection and desire. You lost yourself in the moment, your thoughts fading into a haze of passion as his lips found their way to your neck, his tongue tracing your collar bone. Your breath hitched as his hands ran down your back, gripping your buttocks and pulling you even closer to his hard length. The rhythm increased, and you moaned softly, your hips rocking eagerly.

"Oh, god," you breathed, feeling the familiar ache building within you. He groaned in response, matching your movements as if they were in perfect sync. The room seemed to spin as you lost yourself in the raw emotion of the moment, the connection between you two growing stronger with each thrust.

His fingers dug into your hips, his breath hot against your skin, and your arousal peaked. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm you, and you clung to him desperately, begging for release. He felt your insides tightening around him, his pace quickening with each lunge forward. He kept up his pace, holding you tight, refusing to let go as both of your orgasms approached. “I’m gonna come” He groaned. “I’m coming too” you panted with a hoarse voice. "Fill me up, make me yours." You pleaded, you don’t care about the consequences anymore, all you can think about right now is having him fill you up to the brim.

With one final surge, he thrust deep inside holding your hips tightly as he emptied himself inside you, his seed spilling deep within your womb, you cried out in passion, your body trembling with the intensity of the moment.

As he slowed his movements, bringing his body closer to yours, you felt his shaft twitching inside you, the evidence of his own arousal. He leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and tender. He pulled out of you, and you both gasped at the sensation, his eyes never leaving your face as a warm drizzle of fluid trickled down your inner thigh. Slowly, you lifted your head from his chest, your eyes meeting in a moment of fierce tenderness. Your bodies glistened with sweat, and he looked down at the evidence of your union, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you," you murmured, the words catching in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. He took your hand in his, gently lifting it to his mouth and kissing your fingertips. Rolling to the side, he sat at the edge of the bed and stood up, instinctively you grabbed his hand, he looked back at you, unintentionally you asked your voice still weak from your love making, “Where are you going?” You gave him an expression like you were a puppy about to be abandoned. He can’t help but chuckle at your helplessness. “I am not going anywhere” he replied then lowers himself, his face closing in on yours, a mischievous grin forming on his face “Why? Would you like to do it again?” Your mind went to that thought of having sex with him and the heat that had dissipated from your body after your lovemaking returned once more. Using the last bit of energy you had, you pushed him away. “N-n-no more!” You protested, hiding yourself under the sheets to hide your embarrassment of having such thoughts again. You almost passed out after doing it with him, you don’t have the energy to do it again.

Makisig can’t help but laugh at the sight unfolding before him, he playfully removed the sheets from you once again revealing your fully naked body, Once exposed, the coldness of the air in the room sent shivers around your body, you scoot away from him as you crossed your arms around your body, glaring at him intently. As if Makisig is having none of that he grabbed your arm and pulled you to him, he then swiftly lifts you out from the bed, your skin touching once again. Without uttering a word, he made his way to the bathroom and attended to both of you. Turning the shower on, he washed away the sweat from your bodies, lathered your hair, and delicately cleaned your face. His touch was tender and affectionate, moving slowly without any sense of haste. As you closed your eyes, you relished the sensation of his hands gliding across your skin.

Afterward, he dried you off and helped you into your nightgown, tending to every detail without requiring you to lift a finger. He gently lifted you up and carefully carried you back to the bed, gently lowering you down. He then signaled for you to scoot over and joined you inside the bed, tucking both of you under the sheets. He motions you to come near and embrace him, without any hesitation you did so, He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His warmth is comforting and soothing. In the quiet of the room, the only sound was the steady rhythm of your breathing, synchronized in a dance of shared intimacy. And as sleep beckoned, you let go of the worries that plagued your mind, knowing that in his arms, you were safe, cherished, and loved beyond measure.

Makisig watched as you slowly drifted to sleep, the rhythmic calmness of your breathing was like soothing music to his ears. His mind wandered through the memories of the past few days you spent together. Despite his reluctance to let you go, he knew he had to keep his promise and return you to your world. As tomorrow arrived and you awoke, he would become a forgotten part of your past. The woman in his arms now would no longer be intertwined with his life.

He gently held a strand of your hair and whispered, "Y/N, you may forget me when you wake up, but remember that I will always hold you in my thoughts. Even if distance separates us, you'll remain in my mind for the rest of time." You snuggled tightly against him, oblivious to his words, a satisfied smile gracing your face as the warmth of his body kept you comforted throughout the night.

Morning arrived, and true to his promise, Makisig brought you back to your world. Sitting on the sand, you watched the sun go down. As the sky transitioned from vibrant hues of orange and pink, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Makisig's presence beside you was a calming force, his strong yet gentle demeanor reassuring. the breathtaking scenery filled you with awe, and it became even more beautiful with the man beside you.

You felt a warmth blooming in your chest as you gazed at him, grateful for his kindness and companionship. “Thank you” you said softly. Makisig turned to you his eyes holding a depth of emotion that took your breath away. "You don't have to thank me," he replied, his voice warm and sincere. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a gesture that felt both familiar and new. "I promised to bring you back, and I always keep my word," he assured. His gaze lingered on your face, searching for something you couldn't quite decipher.

In that moment, you wished time would freeze, but deep in your heart, you knew this wouldn't last. He was a being unable to stay in your world. The reality of being worlds apart dawned on you. It was time to let go. You smiled at him one last time and rested your head on his shoulders. He, too, rested his head on yours.

"Can I be greedy one last time?" you asked and continued “Stay with me for a while” . Makisig's expression softened at your words, a mixture of longing and sorrow in his eyes. He tightened his grasp on your hand, a silent understanding passing between the two of you. "Of course," he murmured; the words barely audible over the gentle lapping of the waves. You leaned into his warmth, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing as he held you close. Soon, you drifted off to sleep. Seeing your sleepy face makisig can’t help but smile. He gently brushed a lock of hair away from your eyes, marveling at how peaceful you looked in slumber. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead and with his last words he spoke. “Farewell, Y/N, until we meet again.”

You awoke to the gentle crash of waves. Looking around, a slight disorientation washed over you, not understanding why you were there. Your gaze turned to the sea; the sun completely gone on the horizon. A heaviness settled in your chest, and your eyes welled up, as if the emotions engulfing you were drowning you. Your ears echoed with a ringing sound as if you couldn’t contain the loud cry that escaped your lips, it’s as though you had just lost someone significant. The sensation of crying over an unknown cause intensified your sobs. Even without understanding the reason behind your tears, the fear of not releasing the pain felt as though your heart might burst.

-Present-

A bottle drifted to your feet, jolting you back to reality. As you touched your face, you felt a wet tear, realizing that you were crying once again. ‘Was I crying again?’ you thought, It seemed like you had become accustomed to these moments, spacing out in the open sea and returning to your senses in tears. It was two years ago when you woke up crying in the same spot. After locals found you crying your heart out during the first incident, they offered to take you back to your hotel.

Upon your return, you startled the hotel staff who had been concerned about your three-day absence. You had believed you merely fell asleep on the shore that night, so the revelation of three days missing from your memory left you bewildered. The locals held a belief that you might have been bewitched by "Encanto's" and brought to their realm. They speculated that your loss of memory during those past few days could be attributed to this mystical encounter.

The events continued when you returned home to find your family and boyfriend welcoming you with worried expressions on their faces. They were worried sick as to why you have not been updating them of your trip the last few days. They weren’t able to contact you or hear of your whereabouts. Your gaze fell upon your so-called boyfriend and the painful memory of his betrayal flashed through your mind, and all the frustration built up once again inside you. Unable to contain it, you smacked him in the face, accusing him of cheating. Your family, shocked by the sudden turn of events, tried to intervene, urging you to explain your actions. As you shared the whole story and presented evidence of his infidelity, their shock turned into anger, your father beating the hell out of him. Once everything was let out, you decided to break up with him on the spot and you never saw him again after that incident.

From then on, as if under a spell, you kept coming back at this place, waiting aimlessly for the forgotten memories to return and each time, you find yourself crying unknowingly once more.

Staring at the bottle by your feet, a sense of familiarity washed over you. You couldn't resist picking it up and examining its contents, only to find your eyes welling up with tears once again. Overwhelmed by an inexplicable emotion, you cried in frustration and impulsively threw the bottle into the sea, experiencing a déjà vu-like sensation as if this act had occurred before. A chuckle interrupted your thoughts.

“The bottle is innocent, Binibini”

"The bottle is innocent, Binbini" a man's voice broke through, and a strange feeling of having heard this before enveloped you.

“Why must it suffer from your frustrations?”

“Why must it suffer from your frustrations?” he continued, his voice tinged with amusement.

Upon hearing the voice, an unexplained excitement stirred in your heart. Turning toward the source, you noticed the man standing not far away. As your eyes met with his, its golden hued color, mesmerizing, yet oddly familiar. “Pretty” you said in almost a whisper, unable to contain your admiration by the bewitching beauty of his eyes.

The man smiled and remarked, "Ah! Yes, I've been told before that I am pretty," placing his finger on his chin as if playfully complimenting himself. “But,

“Wouldn’t be handsome a more appropriate word?”

“Wouldn’t be handsome a more appropriate word?” The conversation felt oddly familiar, as if it had happened before. oddly you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his statement. The man smiled at you tenderly and spoke

“You’re finally smiling”

“You’re finally smiling” he observed.

"Who are you?" you asked, searching for answers in his eyes. He remained silent, advancing toward you, his gaze unwavering. As he drew closer, you examined his face, your eyes still fixed at his mesmerizing golden orbs. What captivated you the most was the reflection of yourself in his eyes.

You stared at him, a sudden realization hitting you. Memories flooding back rapidly, and tears streamed down your face again. This time, it wasn't from the confusing pain of forgotten memories, but from an overwhelming sense of happiness. It became clear that the person in front of you was the one you had forgotten before.

The man's eyes softened, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips, knowing that you now recognized who he was. He lifted his hand and reached out to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. Holding onto his hand, you pressed it against your face feeling the warmth of his palms that brought a comforting calmness over you. Overwhelmed by emotions, tears continued to flow as you gazed at him and whispered, "Makisig."

Makisig's eyes shimmered with a mixture of relief and joy upon hearing his name from your lips. Embracing you gently, he whispered, "Finally, you remember," his voice carrying a warmth that seemed to melt away any lingering doubts or uncertainties. The embrace tightened, as if solidifying the connection that had been rekindled. In that moment, words became unnecessary, and you both stood there, wrapped in the embrace of rediscovered familiarity.

He pulled back slightly, delicately tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Leaning in closer, his warm breath brushed against your skin a playful smile showed on his face as he whispered, “Would you like to go somewhere fun?” once again you couldn't help but laugh at his invitation, feeling the lightness of the moment wash over you.

Playfully, you wrapped your arms around his neck and asked, "Will you take me back after?" He kept the playful tone as he replied, "Ah, but if you come with me this time," his face moving towards your ears, his velvety voice sending shivers down your spine, "there is no turning back." The idea of not returning gave you a moment of hesitation, but this time, for sure, you are fully willing to follow this man, even to the ends of the earth.

With unwavering resolve, you smiled widely and grabbed his collar, whispering into his ears with a seductive voice “As long as you give me the pleasure of your company, I’m willing to follow you anywhere.” A satisfied grin slowly shows up on his face, and he pulled your hand, landing a kiss on your fingertips.

“A wise decision, “Y/N”

Author's note:

As promised this is the last one!

This is my first NSFW so please be forgiving! I tried okay?! XD

I was debating if I'm going to to have the NSFW part in another chapter, but I did say that this was the last one, so yeah, I'm sorry if this chapter became lengthy. T-T.

I don't know why, but when I was making this fanfic Taylor Swift's - Enchanted keeps on playing in my mind. (For all 3 chapters)

#rp makisig #planet puto #philmytcrea #makisigthetamawo #NSFW #rp tamawo #im a sucker for this so yeah 👍#im currently crying while typing this

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