#twisted wonderland malleus x reader

[malleleothreesome]

Malleus who is pining after you...

🩷 summary: Cohesive blurbs about things Malleus would do and what he would be like if he were pining after you. ༶༶༶ 🩷 warnings: gender neutral reader, unedited, pretty much just a stream of my thoughts, lots of romance, fluff, pining, and there is a single smut paragraph with masturbation as he reads a romance novel in the library ༶༶༶ 🩷 word count: 3.1k because he's the love of my life

🩷 Malleus who is pining after you… confused, and left with no other option but to approach (a proud, hysterically laughing) Lilia, begging for an explanation as to why he feels so weak in your presence. Pouting as he awkwardly opens up to the old bat about how when he’s with you, his heart races and he stumbles over his words, even though he’s used to being so sure of himself. He trained diligently to be calm and collected as a future King should be, so why is it that a magicless human is able to bring him to his knees seemingly without even trying? How come none of his previous favorite activities feel as good as daydreaming about you or spending time with you?

🩷 Malleus who is pining after you… now feeling more assured after his conversation with Lilia. Coming to terms with the fact that even someone like him can feel love, and it happened sooner than he ever anticipated. Still nervous and unsure of his feelings, but no longer afraid. He feels grateful that he could be gifted with such potent and beautiful emotions for the first time in his life, and he’s especially happy that he fell in love with someone as amazing as you. Now that he’s in love, he wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.

🩷 Malleus who is pining after you… mind in a constant state of disarray after being swept up in your hurricane. Battling against himself ceaselessly to stay focused on the task at hand as his thoughts desperately crawl their way back to you in spite of his better judgment. No matter what he’s doing, he can’t help but fantasize about what it would be like if you were there with him. As his pen taps against the paper on his table, his breathing quickens, unable to stop himself from wondering what it would be like to look over at you studying right alongside him, instantly enchanting the monotonous task with your bright presence. If he’s in a store, he always spends extra time looking around for objects you might like, smiling to himself as he imagines your reaction. If he’s in a conversation, he thinks about how you might interject, and how the conversation would be better thanks to your input. When he’s happy, he wants you to be the first one to know, hoping he could share in his excitement alongside you.

🩷 Malleus who is pining after you… coming to terms with the highs and lows of loving someone who doesn’t know you love them. Pacing around his room, celebrating and replaying all the moments he made you smile. Hyping himself up whenever you ask him to spend time alone. He also chastises himself whenever you two share an awkward moment, or if he makes a joke that doesn’t land, letting the moment haunt him. Wishing he had done things differently, reassessing the situation and himself so that he could grow into someone worthy of you. The most dreadful moments are times he sees you having fun without him, getting dragged along by your other friends. Jealousy and despair rage through his veins as he works to convince himself not to feel angry toward you, reassuring himself that you don’t know any better – it was an honest mistake. You simply don’t realize how much it means to him to be in your presence, because he’s too afraid to let you know. He’s too afraid to gamble your love, only wanting to confess when he’s sure you have the highest chance of accepting him. He’s not willing to go back to a life without the love he feels for you. Tears well up in his eyes as he retires early to his bed, desperately wishing you would hold him in your arms and take the pain away. Longing to hear that you love him, too – that he doesn’t have to feel this way anymore. Closing his eyes and letting the tears fall like silent prayers, hoping with every fiber of his being that you won’t curse him to a lifetime without your precious affection. 

🩷 Malleus who is pining after you… randomly showing up at Ramshackle dorm. He’ll use any excuse in the book to show up unexpectedly, at the very least, hoping to see your face, but also betting on the fact that you’ll invite him in. He’ll ask to borrow items a fae wouldn’t need. He’ll steal things from your backpack just so he can return them. He hopes he can catch you alone, so that maybe he can get closer to you, or at least learn something new. There are also times where doesn’t want to bother you, but feels too weak-willed to deny his overwhelming desire to bask in your presence. He stands outside, taking solace in being close to you, even if you don’t realize it. Letting a comfortable sense of calm come over him as he stands outside under the moonlight, feeling the breeze through his hair, content to know that you’re upstairs sleeping peacefully in your room. Taking care to protect your building just like a gargoyle would. He’s convinced himself that Diasomnia is simply too far away from where you are, and what if something happened to his beloved child of man and he wasn’t there to protect you? Such a thing would torment him as long as he lived. So, he stands guard outside your room, just in case you need anything. He can at least do that much. He feels honored to be your protector, even though you’re completely unaware.

🩷 Malleus who is pining after you… sitting beside you on a bench outside. His whole being overcome with butterflies, heart pounding out of his chest, feeling lightheaded as your hand slaps his thigh – your head thrown back in laughter from what he just said. He’s completely captivated as your melodic laugh reverberates through his soul. Unable to stop glancing at the way your thigh presses against his, feeling the electricity as your shoulders brush. Trying to memorize the way you look and sound in this very moment. He feels the air leave his lungs as your eyes meet his. Feeling like time has stopped as he stares into your eyes, trying to commit their beauty to memory. He feels his cheeks flush as he quickly turns away, not wanting you to see how flustered he is. You grab his shoulder, laughing, pulling him back toward you as you ask him to tell another story. He grins, trying to remember what it was like to breathe normally, and he obliges your request. A moment has never felt so magical, and he swears he'll remember the feeling until his last breath.

🩷 Malleus who is pining after you… spending hours in the library after class reading romance novels as a form of research for how he can make the best possible impression on you. He originally read these books out of necessity, desperately trying to avoid going to Lilia for more intimate advice. However, he finds far more enjoyment in the books than he anticipated, getting giddy over the words on the page as he imagines the story unfolding with the two of you as the protagonists. His eyes widen and his body temperature flushes hot when the tale takes an explicit turn, finding it harder and harder to keep his composure as he reads further. Feeling his throat go dry at the thought of doing such things with you, he tries to calm himself down, fanning his face with the book. He imagines the way your lips would taste and the softness of your skin, how you might sound moaning his name, how it would feel to be inside of you. He can hardly stand the tension as he reaches down and palms his lonely cock through his pants, letting a desperate moan escape from his lips as he struggles to hold himself back. He quickly looks around to make sure no one is there, then returns his attention to the book. He almost feels guilty for imagining his innocent beloved in such a naughty way. He wants nothing more than to be respectful to you, so it seems wrong to undress you and pleasure you in his mind, yet his needy, aching cock convinces him otherwise. He closes his eyes and continues to massage himself through his clothes as he lets the scene unfold in his mind. He imagines how you would look beneath him, panting and writhing in pleasure as he thrusts into you. He wonders if you would like it if he were to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer as you ride him, or if you would prefer if he were to pin your arms above your head while he fucked you into the mattress. His breathing quickens as his fantasy intensifies, feeling his body tighten up as he nears his climax. The pleasure is so intense, he feels unable to stop himself from going over the edge despite the uncomfortable circumstances. He lets out a quiet groan as his hips involuntarily thrust into his hand, feeling himself release into his pants. As he comes back to reality, his face burns red in embarrassment at the fact that he just did that in the library, but also with the realization that he wants to do all of that and more with you.

🩷 Malleus who is pining over you… sitting down with Sebek’s parents to interview them about their human/fae relationship. He wants to feel completely prepared and educated about all the pros and cons. He desperately wants to have the best chance of winning your affection. He asks them what it was like when they first met, how they handled the differences in their species, and how they confessed their love. He wants to know everything. He listens intently to every word, taking detailed notes and asking questions when he doesn’t understand. He asks about the most challenging parts of their relationship, and how they overcame them. He asks how they knew their love was true, and how they know it still is. He wants to feel as confident as possible that he can make this relationship work, because he knows it will be his last. If he loses you, he would never be able to love another, so he needs to take all the steps possible to ensure a life by your side. He desperately wishes his own parents could have been alive to walk him through it, but in their absence, he is grateful to have the first couple of their kind as a support network. He thanks them profusely, even going as far as to hug them and offer gifts, insisting on returning their time and effort tenfold for the advice and kindness they gave him. Sebek's doting mother cries a little, telling him that he has grown into a fine young man, and that he deserves to find happiness. The fae Prince flushes in embarrassment, offering her a heartfelt thanks and bowing his head respectfully. As Sebek's parents see him out, they tell him that if he ever needs anything, they're there for him, and to not hesitate to contact them if he has any questions. They can't help but smile to themselves as they watch the normally confident Malleus walk away, his shoulders and head drooped down in nervousness as he contemplates his future. They hope that you and him will find eternal bliss in each other's embrace.

🩷 Malleus who is pining over you… walking around Briar Valley, getting to know his future subjects. He wants to know how his fae subjects feel about the presence of humans, how they might feel if there were to be a human ruler alongside him, and if they would be willing to accept a human/fae child as their next heir. He will do what it takes to prepare his subjects for the new age, trying to get ahead of any problems before they arise. He is especially curious about the older generations, and what they might think of him as a leader. He doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, and he wants to honor his parents' legacy by creating a safe, secure future for their kind. He wants to bring about a world where humans and fae can coexist, where children of both species can grow up with mutual respect. He goes out of his way to form relationships with the humans who reside in Briar Valley, diligently learning how best he can serve them as the future King. His purpose is to make his kingdom a safe haven for humans to live in hopeful anticipation that you'll one day soon choose to live there with him. He listens to his human subjects' concerns, offering advice on their difficulties, and promising to enact new legislation that would benefit them. He makes it abundantly clear that he values the human residents of his kingdom and is committed to ensuring that their lives are better than they were before. He tells them that their children will not only be able to live in harmony with the fae, but that they will thrive. He wants to give them a world that you would be proud to call home. He is eager to show you that he can be a great King, and that he is worthy of your love and affection. He feels a sense of pride when he sees the humans' faces light up as he shares his plans for the Kingdom once he takes the crown.

🩷 Malleus who is pining over you… appearing before his grandmother Maleficia’s throne, secure and ready to finally confess to you. Unwilling to let anything else stand in his way, he begins telling her – not asking her – with the utmost respect and authority, leaving no room for discussion that he has fallen hopelessly in love with a human. He needs her to trust him – her only grandson – as he gives his heart and devotion to a member of the very species that took everything from her. His hands are shaking yet his eyes never falter, his determination to love you against all odds burning bright in his heart. He has made up his mind and he won't be taking any objections. He tells her about you, your kindness, your charisma, and your integrity. He wants her to know how lucky he is that a pure-hearted being like you would have chosen someone like him to befriend, to place your faith and trust in. He eagerly explains all the ways you've changed him for the better, and how he wants to devote his life to protecting you, and growing by your side. There has never been another that can light up the night sky with the same level of brightness as your beautiful smile, or whose laugh could fill the vast empty space between the stars. He tells her he wants to give you the best life he can possibly provide, and he hopes she will come to accept and love you just as he has. She sits in shock, unable to respond. The anger she feels is indescribable, as she can't believe her grandson, her own flesh and blood, could betray her and his mother like this. She thought she raised him better than this – to be stronger than the temptation of a human. And now, he stands before her, looking her dead in the eye and telling her he wants to be with one of them. She can't bear the thought of losing him, yet she knows it's inevitable if she were to deny him his wish. The look in his eyes is something she has never seen in him before – pure conviction. She can’t control him any more. His love for you has given him a strength she never knew he had. As much as she hates to admit it, he is happier than she's ever seen him. The confidence in his voice, the glimmer in his eye, the determination in his step – it reminds her of her daughter. Malleus always bore a striking resemblance to his mother, but he has never looked more like her than he does right now, defying Maleficia's wishes in pursuit of happiness. She knows she can't change his mind, so she sighs and waves her hand dismissively, telling him he can do as he pleases. The anger in her veins dissipates as Malleus begins to walk out of the throne room, and she feels compelled to tell him how proud his mother would be, despite it all. She tells him that his mother hated humans, but she loved him more. Malleus can't help the tears that escape his eyes, thanking his grandmother for her blessing, feeling accomplished and complete. Now all that's left is to tell you.

🩷 Malleus who is pining over you… breathes new life into the cold castle, ready to fill the halls back up with love for the first time in centuries. Gazing up at the blank castle walls, smiling to himself as he imagines them adorned with picture frames of the two of you on your wedding day, or of you holding your child together for the first time, or even just simple, happy memories like picnics or holidays. He feels warmth in his chest as he pictures the two of you standing by the window, admiring the sunset and reminiscing on all the years you've spent together. For the first time in his life, he comes to see the castle not as a prison, but as a home. A place where the two of you will live out the rest of your days, raising children, and creating beautiful memories that will be cherished forever. Every room he passes elicits a lovely new vision. He steps into the study, one of his favorite places as a child, running his fingers along the ancient bookshelves, excited at the prospect of rereading old favorites with your head nestled under his arm, the two of you snuggled up on the cozy couch. He peeks his head into the ballroom and music begins playing in his head as he imagines holding you close, feet gliding as you two spin around the room, the candles surrounding the area casting a perfect glow on your blissful smiles, as you lose yourself in each other's eyes. In the dining room, he envisions the two of you sitting across from each other at the grand dining table, flashing flirty eyes in each other's directions, stealing the last bite from each other's forks with kisses and laughs. As he wanders aimlessly through the long, winding hallways, the past merges with his vision of the future, and the two mix perfectly. It's difficult to feel alone anymore. It's no longer the chilled, looming emptiness that Malleus knew before. Now, it's a sacred, protected place that is waiting for your life, and love, to be poured into the rooms until it's finally brimming with the warmth and laughter of family again. All you have to do is say yes.

Oop, I just spent the past 8 hours straight working on this start to finish. Idk if I'm proud of it. I am exhausted. Usually I write complete stories, but I wanted to try my hand at writing my thoughts in a more raw format. If my editor were here, she would never allow me to write paragraphs this long, but I don't feel like waiting for her to edit. It's 2 am and I just want to free myself and release this into the world. Hopefully I don't regret this in the morning. Sorry for any grammar mistakes or weirdly long sentences. If you enjoyed, first of all, thank you! Second of all, if you want more content like this, please let me know! Currently, I only write for Malleus, Leona, & Fellow but feel free to come convince me in my ask box to get invested in other characters. I’d love to hear your thoughts about your faves or my faves. 🩷 Erica Malleleothreesome

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Malleus Draconia

Warning(s): NSFW. Minors do not interact.

Just a short drabble.

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Malleus thinks you’re cute.

He thinks your especially cute when you give him shy smiles, an angelic giggle, the flirtatious bat of the eyes directed his way.. The list continues and even he himself is not so sure if he can list them all in this lifetime despite his long lifespan.

And in these moments, a low chuckle that comes from deep within his chest will usually be the response to all the little actions. Just like now, as a chuckle reverberates in your ears crystal clear from how close his breath was to your ears. There were no distance between you two. Having said that, your bear back is pressed against his muscular chest and you writhing in his hold. “Hah.. Aren’t you adorable, child of man?” His arms were on both sides of you and planting both of your hands onto the mattress beneath.

You grit your teeth to stop anymore drool from pooling onto the sheets with your eyes rolled as far as it could to the back of your head, but there honestly was no point now that the sheets have been already stained with your cum from the couple of rounds beforehand. It was only ever your cum that stains the sheets. Not once had he cum yet. It was unbelievable, honestly, at the stamina of draconic faes and how his cock is still hard and mercilessly pounding into you all this time.. Or could this just be him? You don’t dwell on it, too focused on getting to your next release, and that wasn’t too far since at every thrust, he penetrates the back of your walls, making your legs tingle with numbness.

“No need to stifle those moans, my love.” Ah, yes, your moans. He finds the cute sounds you make pleasant music to his ears.. Sounds only he could produce from you. No one else. This would be something he should put down at the top of the list of the things he finds so cute about about you.

He turns your head towards him and he inserts his snake-like tongue inside your mouth, tasting the strawberry cake you had with him just early in the afternoon when you joined him for lunch. Without breaking eye contact, he notices the little tears that lie dormant at the corner of your eyes and the wet cheeks. Cute. His little bird is shedding silent tears at the overstimulation he's giving but still so greedily wants more. His hands moves from your hips to your waist in a repeated motion, silent words saying to be patient and that you will soon have your release. He also thinks you're cute even when you cry so no matter what you do, it will be adorable in his eyes.

Malleus Draconia thinks you're cute. But most important of all is that he thinks you’re cuter when you’re in a disheveled state and crying beneath him, begging for more of him.

“I think I like you most like this.”

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Malleus Draconia

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[etheries1015]

The promises we made

Malleus Draconia X (implied) Fem reader

Genre: Fluff and angst, rolled in one.

General warnings: Reader is called "mother" and "queen" and mentioned to be pregnant, however is scarce and pronouns are not used.

TW: mentions of death. If there is anything else, please make me aware and I shall update accordingly.

You had given Malleus experiences he never thought he would have. From a memorable encounter, Friendship he treasured, to a love he would always hold near and dear to his heart. your life unfolds together as a beautiful tapestry of memories, promises, and eternity, a product more intricate than any woven piece, one he would never forget even as decades pass.

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He remembered it like it was just yesterday.

The harmonious sounds of giggles rang as you tipped your ice cream towards the fae prince, him gracefully taking a lick only for it to fall right off the cone. The way your mellifluous voice filled his ears with sounds of joy never got old to him, if anything, he would argue it was the most beautiful thing in the world next to your smile. The way you would light up at seemingly the most silly of things, he found himself smiling at the very things he used to call insignificant.

When night fell upon the campus, Malleus would often drop by unannounced. Simply to take a stroll along the forestry, talking about anything and everything. He never knew there would be so many things to talk about with a human, topics seemed far and few between yet time flew by unlike anything he had ever experienced when he was with you. A phenomenon he would often call it, the way you consumed his time without him noticing, yet he never found himself actually complaining. After all, you were his first true friend outside of the royal court, who was he to decline the company of someone so willing to embrace him- quirks and all?

Invitations were not sparse when it came to you- you were always the first to tell him of events, the first to ask him over, even school trips you encouraged him to explore the world and the places that reside in it. Diasomnia was no stranger to your presence, they became used to hearing your fits of laughter as you ran down the halls in pajamas and socks, sharing the forbidden things Malleus was unaccustomed to. Inviting him to do such things unbecoming of a prince heir to be king, it was truly freeing to be saved from the shackles of responsibility when you were nearby.

It was your first ever visit to Briar Valley, and your first kiss together was nothing short of perfection. The tension in the air as you gazed lovingly into each others eyes, inching closer with green slits flicking between your shining orbs and your tantalizing lips. The scent of roses surrounding you, the auroma of romance mixed the thumping in Malleus chest singing chords of unfathomable love. Afraid it would spill out, he had finally gathered the courage to close his eyes and pull you close with hands wrapped around your waist, sealing the overflowing love within locked lips. It was awkward, only slightly. Yet neither of you paid attention to the technique, only desperate to feel the warmth that filled your hearts. With unsteady breath he asked you then and there to be his forever until the end of time, to which you happily made your promise to him.

"Until the end of time itself," you whispered to him, foreheads pressed against one another, breath heavy from the heated kiss, "I promise you and you alone will have my heart."

"And I as well," he whispered back, "shall forever stay loyal to you as my one and only." He squeezed your hand and peered into your teary eyes, "until the end of time, shall we part."

Many firsts were accounted for in your time with Malleus, and his first sexual experienced was not exempted from that list. He recalled feeling...nervous. Excited, yet afraid. Being the most powerful being, he felt fear of hurting you for the first time. Hovering over your body his hands were trembling as he gently grabbed hold of your waist, eyes wavering with uncertainty as he gazed over your skin as if it were a precious jewel meant to be preserved. With your guidance, he had come to learn every inch of your body. What made you writhe in pleasure, your body shake with anticipation, and he had learned how much he adored making love to you. And it really was making love to a T; he never felt anything short of affection every time you were vulnerable to him and your skin pressed against one another.

Ah...and your wedding ceremony. It was truly a sight to behold. He can still recall the joyous sounds of clinking cups and reminiscing voices of friends, fae and human alike. As he looked out to the crowd he knew his parents would be proud to see such a sight; briar Valley filled with such diversity with joined hands and laughter as they celebrate the union of a pure blooded fae with none other than a magicless human. The way you looked walking down the aisle dressed in your wedding attire was forever etched into his mind the very moment his emerald orbs gazed upon your feature. You were always the most gorgeous being he had ever seen, yet something about you wearing an outfit that had basically deemed you his, he had truly believed no one could ever match your beauty.

There were times less savory, of course. Times where you'd hide your tears from your dragon lover, thoughts of returning to your home bubbling to the surface were difficult to ignore. You had left everything behind for him. Something he would forever be grateful for, you left behind your family, your old life, your town, and anything between those lines. You had tried not to hold this over his head, however when you were left hours alone as the now king of the valley had become seemingly too occupied to be by your side, it was difficult not to voice what you had sacrificed to be with him.

"I didn't leave behind my life only to be neglected like this, Malleus," he remembers how somber you sounded when you said this, with the loneliness in your eyes a striking resembelance of a feeling he had become far too familar with. Your hands fiddled with the skin of your nails, riddled with torn skin and rough from occupying your time with various tasks, Malleus grabbed them with rashness pressing a kiss to his lips and another promise escaping his regretful heart.

"I promise you my love, I shall do better to be by your side as you were by mine in my time of loneliness and darkness. I hadn't meant to burden you in a way I had been burdened, I just wish to work hard to make this kingdom a safe place for us and our future child," His hand carressed your stomach, a barely noticeable bump with the egg of your child. His forehead pressed against your own, emotions reigning much like the time in the rose garden years before.

"You and this child shall have all my attention."

"I will not leave to be lonely any longer, my dearest."

That was the second promise he had made to you.

Pitter Patters against the floors of the castle rang loudly, your troublesome fae twins free of their clothed confines squeeling as you chase them down towels in hand. He recalled finishing a meeting, walking out the doors to be greeted with his two sons bare for the world to witness as their little wings flapped pathetically and human legs springing as they barrel into their father. With an "oomf!" Of suprise, Malleus used his strong arms to keep his children confined to his chest, much to their dismay. They let out whines and small puffs of fire from their little mouths, the king unbothered by such small feats of magic from his offspring. You came following suit, hair disheveled and clothes ary, sweat beading your forehead as you slumped over to catch your breath.

"Now that their horns have grown and their powers strengthening, they believe to be superior to their own mother!" You huffed in annoyance, "such naughty little dragons!" With a hearty chuckle, Malleus carried his children off back to the bathrooms.

"Very mischivieous indeed. Sounds like they got that from you, my dear," He laughed. Giving him a light punch on the shoulder, he had called forth the maids to finish bathing his children while he grabbed your hand and lead you....elsewhere, for some much needed privacy.

Time is a very unforgiving thing, and Malleus never thought there would come a moment where he felt there wasn't enough of it. Years pass like mere minutes to him, the memories of his quickly growing children being nothing but babes in your arms seemed not so far away. Yet the most noticeable of difference that helped him see the true value of time, would be....you. He saw as your movements began to become sluggish, no longer to even run around in your socks hiding from the palace guards you had known since school years. You often spent time sitting in your special garden, reading a book or otherwise. The maids had taken over the tending of the floral, for with your weakening state came the struggle of taxing events. Attempting to wake you up with playful kisses and tickling had also become a memory of a near past.

The difference was uncanny. Your hair had grown grey and your cheeks sunken in, yet Malleus still looked at you as if you were the most precious cut of jade he had ever lay his eyes upon. He had reassured you time and time again, to your very last breath that you were still the only one for him: the most beautiful being he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Even now, staring at the obsidian gravestone with your name etched in emerald and a photo of your face, he never wavered in his resolve of that fact.

He remembered it like it was yesterday.

You lay in your shared bed, Malleus slouched over next to you with his hand gripping your own, too weak to squeeze back with equal affection as you wanted. Your children stood in front of the bed, staring with melancholy eyes as their father shed tears in front of them for the first time, wetting his cheeks to the hands that grasped your own. With a tired gaze you looked over to Malleus, and then your children, a sad smile upon your lips.

"Don't...be sad, tsunotaro," you said with weak breath, your husbands eyes widening at a nickname long forgotten to him,"I promise I'll be with you, until time ends, shall we truly part." You hadn't been able to speak much more than that, instead listening for hours on end as your two boys and your soulmate had said what they believed to be their final goodbyes. Right up until your children had fallen asleep, Malleus refusing to move even an inch from your side.

You passed away that night, and with your last breath, Malleus felt a part of himself die, as well.

It's been years since you had left his side, yet he remembered you as if it were just yesterday. Every day he would visit you, leaving little treasures and flowers on your grave almost as if he was a smitten school boy once again, chuckling to himself as he recalled how you would tease him for the trinkets he piled upon the dorm steps. He was encouraged to remarry, he was told to create a full blooded heir, to move on from you, and weave a new tapestry.

"I am loyal to one, and one alone," He told every sutior that came his way and every person who try to sway his resolve, "that is the promise I made to my dearest, and a Draconia never breaks their word."

That was his first promise.

Staring out over his kingdom, he felt the colors were less vibrant without your smile to follow suit. Your spot next to him remained empty yet polished, your side of the bed made every morning, and your garden tended to full of your favorite flowers.

Revered as the first human royal of Briar Valley, a celebration for your birthday was put in place in your honor. For even in your short life span, you were able to unite together races of all kind, bringing so much to the growth of the kingdom than anyone could have ever thought. A day and night of singing and dancing, decorations of your favorite strung on on a calibur so large it seemed a piece of you came back to light up the Valley just as brightly as when you were there. During the yearly celebration, Malleus sat beside you, a meal for four. You, him, and your children reminiscing of memories of the loved and far too soon departed queen. Near the end of the night, he placed a kiss to your stone and without fail said his second promise year and year again.

"You shall never be alone, my love. I am right here, as you were for me those many years before."

With the night festivities coming to an end, everyone had cleared out whereas Malleus insisted on remaining by your side. Some look at the king with pity in their eyes, seeing a mourning man, whilst some whispers on the street speak of the king as a fool; how the loss had caused him to lose his head, a desperate soul finding solace in something no longer there. None of that mattered to him. With fondness in his eyes, his tail wrapped around the stone head with a whisper audible to him and the ghost of you accompanying by his side.

"Until time ends...shall we truly part."

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[lxminette]

Malleus gif when?

- ̗̀✎ Malleus Draconia, everyone's beloved dragon fae prince.

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[tezret]

Fae Culture

Malleus standing at the end of your bed: You’re ethereal

You/Reader, looking over at him: Was it really necessary to wake me up at… *looks over at phone* 4am to tell me this?

Malleus: Yes…

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[veilishkyow]

﹒ꪆ୧﹒I want a love like I've seen in the movies.

── MALLEUS DRACONIA x M!READER.

DISCLAIMERS. Not proofread. Not edited. Male reader. Reader is taller and stronger than Malleus. Malleus is in love. Reader is referred as "Stranger" in the story, but "Son of Adam" by Malleus. Reader is a member of Diasomnia.

WORDS. 498 words.

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MALLEUS DRACONIA.

Malleus, as many know, was quite isolated. Seeing as many were afraid of him, too afraid to strike up a conversation or approach him.

He would often read to ignore the loneliness he felt, sure he had Lilia, Sebek and Silver. But he craved for something more. Something different than platonic affection.

He would often read books in his spare time, his favorite, being about gargoyles and romance. Yes, romance.

Back in his youth, when he was much much younger, he would often hear tales of an alluring prince charming sweeping off the damsel in distress, the princess, off of their feet.

How Malleus hoped that one day he would be able to live out that tale.

But that would be but a mere dream.

──﹒ꪆ୧﹒

Or so he thought..

He was simply walking through diasomnia's halls, the halls being illuminated by the green fire that was burning brightly on the torches.

He looked out the tall windows, watching the trees outside the dorm sway along with the wind. The sky pitch black.

He turned to walk away, his gaze still fixated on the scenery outside.

He found himself bumping into someone, his eyes widening as he tripped and was about to fall onto the ground.

Until he felt a hand grip his waist and keep him up, he looked in front of it and his cheeks flushed red.

"Forgive me, housewarden. I hadn't meant to bump into you!"

The person in front of him let out a nervous laughter, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck.

Malleus would continue to stare at him, his eyes fixated on his eyes.

He would quickly snap out of it, clearing his throat.

"Th- That is fine."

Did he.. Stutter?

He closed his eyes and gave a small smile.

"It is my fault, son of Adam. For I wasn't looking where I was going."

Malleus apologized, he noticed how the man's hand was still on his waist, but he said nothing about it.

The stranger in front of him gave him a smile, and Malleus swore he felt his heartbeat beating quicker.

He felt himself lose his breath as he continued to stare at him. How.. Unusual for him. This was an unusual behavior that was coming from Malleus, but he couldn't help himself.

The person gave a small bow, grabbing his hand gently and placing a kiss on the back of his hand before excusing himself and leaving.

Malleus stood there, baffled and unable to speak. He was speechless.

He hoped to live the romantic tale he's always read about.. But he never expected that he would be the damsel in distress instead.

He hadn't even gotten the name of the stranger.. Malleus had a small smile on his face. And he continued to have that smile the entire day, nothing managed to make that smile go away, whenever someone asked about why he was smiling so much, he wouldn't respond, he would only let out a low chuckle.

How he hoped he would be able to meet the stranger, no, his prince charming, once again.

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[apompkwrites]

the protected draconia || malleus draconia

masterlist characters: n/a genre: angst(?)-ish (honestly sorta neutral) contains: lilia pov lilia pov lilia pov, blood/injuries, my own personal idea of how malleus' grandmother is?, ooc lilia probably I'm sorry D: summary: lilia knows more than he lets on. but what he didn't expect, in all of his time in briar valley, was to see a member of the royal family on the ground in a cave, wingless and hornless. notes: mm gotta get the story rolling somehow :D parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

lilia, for as long as he had served the draconia family, was well aware of the turmoil that befell the name after a mysterious man created a "bastard" child. the man was an enigma, an unknown parasite that came and went like the wind.

it was surreal for lilia, having been close to the general before his untimely passing that occurred after his family nearly fell apart. not only that, it was now his job to take over the position following the funeral.

and as time marched forward, so too did lilia. he found himself becoming a general and a father all in a span of a couple years. and although he loved his jobs, he couldn't help but think.

he would catch glimpses of them in the halls now and then. they often clung to miss leah as if she were their real mother. it was endearing, to say the least. and when lilia finally found the time, he had confronted the fae.

"i see you're taking care of the little dragon, now."

"ah, general lilia...!"

"no need for formalities. i was simply... here to ask for your opinion."

"opinion...? for what?"

"what is the best way to handle a cracked horn?"

it was as if the two were newly single parents that had no clue on how to raise their kids, which, in all honesty, wasn't far from the truth. with that single question, the two had forged a bond, a parental bond with the two members of the draconia family.

so when miss leah came rushing over, crying out that the little dragon had gone missing, lilia felt his heart drop to his stomach as if his own children had gone missing.

"lilia! lilia!" leah cried out as she barged into his chambers, tears falling down her face and her usually stoic and composed demeanor left behind somewhere.

"leah!" lilia gasped as she entered. "what is it?"

"it's (name)!" she panted as she struggled to catch her breath. "they... they were supposed to come back this afternoon, but when i went to retrieve them, the advisors told me they hadn't come back from their test!"

lilia grimaced at the sound of the advisors. he knew exactly which ones she was talking about and how cruel those supposed "good" fairies were.

"and what was that test the little dragon was sent on?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"they... they were sent into the forest! but they won't tell me what exactly happened!" leah panics, collapsing to the ground in front of lilia in a bow. "I beg of you, general lilia, please find them!"

lilia didn't have to think twice about the request. despite not formally meeting the younger draconia, he had a duty, an obligation, to keep them safe, both as the general of briar valley and the protector of their older brother, malleus.

the forest was dense and quiet, save for a few rustling of trees and bushes. despite the dense foliage, it didn't take him long to find a trace of the smaller draconia, or rather, whatever had taken them.

lilia had stumbled upon a trail, most likely one belonging to a beast of the briar. he had seen a fair share of them in his time out in the thorns but this one... this one was different.

from the prints alone, it seemed almost forced. it wasn't a natural trail one would see from a beast.

lilia was quick to follow the trail, finding himself weaving through thorn bushes and trees until he reached a small cave hidden amongst the flora. and what he saw there was beyond the horrors he had seen on the battlefield.

curled up on the ground, bound by thorned vines that cut and punctured their skin, was the so-called bastard draconia. and, other than the blood coming from their tied arms, was the blood dripping from their back and head.

"oh, you poor thing..." lilia could only coo, delicately cutting the thorned vines off of their arms and scooping them up. when he saw how crudely their horns and wings were ripped from the body, he had a sneaking suspicion he knew what fate had fallen upon the child in his arms.

"your highness." lilia greeted as he kneeled in front of the queen. just a formality, he always reminded himself. nothing but a formality.

"lilia... what is the meaning of this...?" the queen uttered, staring down at the body presented to her with wide, fearful eyes. "this..."

"yes. the child of your daughter and that... man." lilia responded, his hands lightly pressed against the child's back to stay the bleeding. "i am... aware of your decision to keep them within the palace walls, but... my main concern now, and miss leah's main concern, is the treatment of this child."

"...tell me more." she commanded as she stood up from the throne, slowly walking down the steps until she reached lilia and (name). "...despite their diluted blood, this is still my grandchild. what has happened to them?"

"i asked miss leah here to explain to you in detail. she has more experience in this than i." lilia explained, motioning for leah to step forward. she did, albeit with a bit more nervousness than lilia.

"your... your majesty..." leah bowed to the queen. "the child you have placed in my care is a bright one. however, many of the servants who have lived with them seem to only see them as the child of an affair and blame them wrongfully for their very existence."

the queen's demeanor seemed to change at that instant. her once caring and soft eyes directed at the unconscious child turned cold, almost rivaling that of the thorn fairy herself.

"miss leah... you mean to tell me that my own servants have been mistreating my grandchild?" she hissed under her breath.

"y-yes, your highness..."

"and, if i may," lilia chimes in, slightly lifting one hand. his palm was coated in blood. "it seems that your most trusted advisors have caused these injuries on the young child."

"they... what?" the queen growled, her expression growing darker.

"not directly or of their own hand, but by order." lilia clarified. "i have reason to believe that these injuries were caused by--"

"a fae in white, yes, it is quite obvious." the queen quickly interjected.

"...and so, your advisors seem to have ordered your grandchild to hunt down a beast in the briar, leading to them getting caught and abused by a fae in white." lilia concluded.

silence filled the throne room. the queen took a deep breath, clutching her scepter tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white. she took another deep breath, her eyes shut.

"...i will deal with these unruly servants by my own hand." she decreed, slowly opening her eyes. they drifted down to (name), who was still shivering on the floor. "...have them tended to. i shall atone for my part in their suffering in the only way i can right now."

"and that would be...?"

"...lilia. leah. please raise my grandchild the way they should have. as a member of the draconia family."

it was a surprising awakening. opening your eyes, not to the cold floor of the cave, but to the pristine ceiling of... somewhere?

you weren't entirely sure where you were. and nor were you aware of who these people were standing above you.

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[local-ground-apple]

sleepless

I haven't seen the part 3 of chapter 7 yet... Basically what you & Malleus are doing when everyone is under the sleeping curse

,,Malleus !”

You thought the last thing you would hear before falling asleep for the eternity would be Lilia’s desperate scream prompting Malleus to stop casting his unique magic and turning every student into some sort of fairytale protagonist.

No matter how hard you tried to fight drowsiness, your eyelids seemed surprisingly heavy. Eventually they drooped and you closed your eyes, taking one last look at the frightened faces of Prefect and their friends.

Perhaps the eternal slumber wouldn’t be that bad, you silently thought to yourself, feeling sleepiness washing all over your form.

Then you blinked and your eyes opened involuntarily.

As quickly as you awoke, you closed them, feeling a slight panic threating to take control of your tired body.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were supposed to fall asleep just like everyone else, waiting for a knight in silver armor to wake everyone up.

However, you were wide awake. You tried desperately to calm your uneven breathing and steady your racing heartbeat. After all, in the sleep people should be the epitome of tranquility. You were aware that if you didn't manage to calm yourself down quickly, you would be discovered and you weren’t keen on finding out the consequences of your strange immunity to the curse.

You took deep breaths, slowly relaxing your tense muscles, trying to appear as if you were dreaming calmly. You forced yourself to stand still, yet you couldn’t exactly help the way your legs slightly trembled in panic. You clenched your fists for a brief moment, reminding yourself to calm down, as you forced your body to comply.

You could feel the fatigue and sheer stress washing all over your form, threating to uncover your disguise to Malleus.

Just pretend you’re sleeping, you’re sleeping, you’re sleeping. Focus on your breathing…

You told yourself multiple times in your head, praying that it would work. That you would manage to fool the dragon faerie that was revering in his successfully casted curse. You could faintly hear his footsteps, as he was pacing around the room. Sometimes they would get closer to your form, only to move away again after a brief while.

You were thankful for not standing near Yuu or the rest of Malleus’ Diasomnia friends. He seemed to stop near then every once in a while. You could hear him speaking something, yet you couldn’t make out the words leaving his mouth, as you were way too focused on trying to come up with a solution from your current predicament.

You felt lost.

And you knew you couldn’t hold on for long.

You were just a mere human and after a stress-filled hour of standing still, keeping your eyes closed, as you tried to relax your tensed muscles, you felt exhausted. You knew it was a matter of time before you would collapse and Malleus would discover the exception to his curse.

You could feel sweat beginning to form on your forehead, intent on running down your cheek. You wanted it brush it off, yet you weren’t sure where exactly Malleus was standing. He stopped walking around a while ago and the dreadful silence was sending shivers down your spine.

You didn’t know where he was.

Yet, you couldn’t briefly open your eyelids and peek.

You weren’t brave to make such a risky move. No, it simply wasn’t worth it. You weren’t mentally prepared to be discovered just yet.

You took another deep breath, as you tried to think. What could you possibly do in such situation. Maybe you could attempt to wake someone up ?

Absolutely no, you were quick to brush off this solution. There was no way you could wake someone up, if you didn't even know why you weren't cursed in the first place. It appeared that you would have to silently leave the room and look for help.

I'm so dead, you thought to yourself at the mere prospect of even attempting to walk out of here without Malleus noticing. It seemed almost impossible. Even if you were to open your eyes for a brief moment and peak, you were convinced that escaping quietly would be failure.

Before you could take another slow breath and try to think once again, you felt a cold breath on your exposed skin, as clawed fingers grazed over your cheek.

It seemed that you had been discovered.

,,Hmm, why aren't you asleep, Child of Man ?"

You shut your eyelids with all your might, your whole body tensing up at the mere touch of sharp claws that were threatening to cut your delicate skin. You could feel your body trembling in pure fear, as you didn't have to pretend anymore how petrified you were.

,,My, my, I am aware that you're not sleeping. Might as well stop pretending"

You could feel a hint of impatience in his tone of voice that seemed always playful. As of this situation was amusing. You supposed that maybe it was, to him. You, on the other hand, were petrified. The tears were welling in the corner of your eyes, as they threatened to run away.

You squeezed your eyes closed, refusing to open them up and come face to face with overblotted Malleus. No, no, no, no, no, if only you were asleep, just like everyone else.

The claw that was gently running down your cheek seemed to grow impatient, as it pressed harder on your skin, earning a surprised yelp from you. It didn't draw any blood, yet you could feel that it was only a matter of time.

You opened your eyes abruptly, when it pressed hard enough to finally make the crimson droplets run down your cheek.

,,That's quite, hmm, unexpected"

Malleus stated, as his hands gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. He titled your head slightly, as he was engrossed in his thoughts. You could only glare at him, as tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn't even bother to struggle, fully aware of his iron grip on you.

It was the end.

Or was it.

,,It certainly didn't work on you, Child of Man. Even when I attempted to cast the curse once again. Why is that ?"

You were painfully aware of his full attention on you and the way he was staring at you. You didn't know how the respond to his question, you were as perplexed as he was. You furrowed your eyebrows, slowly feeling anger remplacing your initial fear.

It you were going to die either way, you may just as well go down in a epic way.

You abruptly pulled away, catching Malleus slightly off guard, as you managed to get away from his grasp. You quickly regained your balance, as you crossed your arms over your chest. You weren't even going to run away, aware that he would catch up to you in the span of few seconds.

You brushed away your tears, as you took a deep breath in a poor attempt to calm yourself.

,,I don't know"

Your voice slightly faltered and you cursed yourself mentally for this pathetic display of weakness, yet Malleus didn't seem to mind. He tapped his clawed fingers gently on his chin, engrossed in his thoughts, as if he was considering some possibles options.

Then it hit you.

Your eyes slightly widened, as you remembered one event from few months ago.

,,Maybe it's because I was already once under a similar curse. When me and Silver were fooling around near the spinning away..."

You whispere, yet Malleus had heard you loud and clear, as he raised an eyebrow.

To be completely honest, he didn't remember you that well. He knew you were another magicless student that just happened to end up in Twisted Wonderland, just like Yuu. You just never bothered to really get in troubles.

Malleus hadn't really talked a lot with you, yet he knew that you were quite close with one of his knights. You and Silver were great friends, in his opinion. He had even let you stay in Briar Valley during the winter break.

That would explain how you had seen the spinning well. However, it still didn't quite make sense in his opinion.

,,Fooling around the spinning wheel ? How come I wasn't aware of this ? How did you wake up, Child of Man?"

You grimaced hearing all those questions.

The real answer probably would be, because Malleus was way too busy caring about Yuu to actually even notice you getting cursed in his own castle. And since Sebek wasn't even aware of that situation, Lilia could be bribed and Silver decided to keep quiet about it, Malleus had absolutely no clue what had happened.

,,Well, Silver woke me up and we bribed Lilia"

You responded honestly, as you watched Malleus furrow his eyebrows in confusion. The whole story seemed just so bizarre to him and you couldn't really blame him for this. You and Silver were equally confused as him, when he managed to wake you up. Only Lilia seemed so done with you both that he forbade you two to leave his sight for the remaining time of your stay.

Silver.

It reminded you of something. If the curses were similar, perhaps you could actually wake him up. You glanced at Malleus that seemed to be still processing your story and you bolted in the direction of Silver. You were going to risk it and take your chances. If your kiss was able to wake him up, you could...

You weren't quite sure what you both could do against Malleus. Perhaps nothing, but at least you wouldn't be forced to sit here with the dragon faerie.

Yet, he was faster.

As if sensing that you were about to kiss Silver, Malleus grabbed your wrist pulling you back with force. You let you a startled scream, as you struggled to get away, yet he was way too strong.

It took you a while to calm down.

You were screaming, cursing Malleus, hitting with your weak punches that absolutely did no damage to him. You were crying while yelling your rants till you eventually fell asleep.

Not because of the curse that you seemed inmune to. No, you collapsed from emotions and stress, giving Malleus few hours to peacefully gather his thoughts.

He wasn't planning on killing, how you had yelled at him. No. Not especially since now he knew how Silver felt about you.

He may have gone insane, yet he also knew when to stop. Malleus supposed that you would stay here as long as he deems it necessary. Till he figures out how to effectively curse you.

You were just a human.

A human.

Yet, he couldn't force you into the eternal slumber.

Perhaps, it was the side-effect of the previous curse from the spinning wheel that you had suffered from. Or you were just inmune to his unique magic in particular. Malleus furrowed his eyebrows. He couldn't comprehend why Lilia wouldn't inform him of such situation.

He had to brush his thought off, as a tired and quiet voice.

,,Just let me wake up Silver, please"

Malleus sighed heavily. So you woke up after all. He had hoped that you would be sleeping for a little longer, so he could come up with any sort of plan.

,,No"

He responded and he watched just how quickly your face had changed from exhausted and hopeful to filled with pure hartred and anger.

You opened your mouth to argue with him and attempt to change his opinion, yet he was faster than you.

,,Since you're awake, you may as well just talk with me, Human"

reader after few days be like:

you: day 32th of asking you to let me wake up Silver malleus: nO

alternatively:

you: this isn't fair. i feel excluded, i really wanted to be under the sleeping curse. i really enjoyed the one from spinning wheel malleus: you're not okay you: as if you're the one to talk, man

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[orangelemonsstuff]

Oh my gosh. I just finished Child!MC & Child!Malleus fic- and- AAAAAAA OMG ITS SO CUTE! UGH MY HEART- THE ENDING?? YOU CANT JUST DO THAT?? MY HEART??? PLEASE. PLEASSSSEEE WRITE A PART TWO WHERE MALMAL AND MC MEET AGAIN- OR SOMETHING BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH THIS AU AAAAA

-🌙 anon? is that available?

HEllo :D hehe Im glad you liked the fic :> this was actually inspired on a chapter of Aharen San where she met raidou as a kid and played together yet she has to move out the day Raidou wanted to play with her the next day :(( but since im basing my fic to tht manga chapter ofc they'll meet again and yes emoji anons are all available here!! so heres ya part two!!

Where We Used To Play

Malleus & Reader

Childhood Friends Au

(sequence to this!!)

Tags: Fluff, Implied Childhood Stranger Friend, Can be Platonic or Romantic

Summary: your life kinda sucks at the moment and it felt too overwhelming for you to handle so you decided to take a break outside, maybe a walk or a breather till you come across a familiar playground filled with you nostalgic childhood memories and friends, you reminiscence through a memory you barely remember.

•••

You groan

You arch your back and raise your arms up in the air as your feet walk on the concrete road, today was tiring, yesterday was tiring as well, but finally you get to catch a break for a hour.

walking around is calming you enough, the afternoon air really releases all the stress clumped up in you, walking around is more than enough of a break for you

Walking

Walking

and More Walking later

You ought to get tired of course so you try to find a bench you could sit on to rest your legs and even maybe meditate since it's been a while since you've done that

upon turning arriving at a centered road, lies ahead a playground nearby a elementary school. the school you used to go to

you prefer getting hit by a sudden euphoria upon seeing the nostalgic playground than getting hit by the feeling of drowsiness, your face curls up to a smile as you stride into its jagged pebbled ground

oh, your elementary days... how've you missed being a child. no problems, no worries, everyday is just fun! but everyone's gotta grow up right? that's what's all of this nostalgia is for, for the adult version of you to remember

you turn your head around to observe the playground, few kids are playing whether it's on the sandbox where you used to buried your profound toys, the seesaw where you used to fly as much as you can while returning the favor to your friend by coming down, or the swing that had you fast up the air to point of seeing the top branches of trees as the rusty metal chain creak with every swing of the seat.

there are lots of other playthings here as well you don't remember seeing before, such as monkey bars, a small climbing wall enough for small kids to climb up to, and oh that curved ladder wasn't there before

how have you missed playing around this place, you are quite jealous since you can't be the children you are as before, it is fun to see younger kids having fun on their own

but as much as there are a lot of playground equipments there are only a few kids playing and trotting around and most of them are in pairs in spaces they are occupying, kinda surprising that they are ignoring the swings, kids from before used to fight each other just to get a turn in it

it is after school for them most had probably went home with their childhood friends or parents like you used to before. and it's not that noisy for you to be bothered either

the children were too occupied playing with themselves they didn't even notice you striding to the swings and sitting down, perhaps you had grown a lot or they just lowered the swings for safety measures but your butt and feet are not that far from each other it feels like you are squatting but this swing is taller to you when you were young till now, it also might have sat on by too many kids that it was forced down low by their weight

though children don't usually weight that much to push down a metal swing right? you remember playing with a older kid before and he is the only kid you struggle to push the swing for because of his inch tall stature

huh? older kid?

you remember your friends are mostly at what grade you are, you don't remember making a friend a few grade more--

oh.

your eyes followed two kids making castles at the sandbox and that's what hit it back like the euphoria from earlier

what was his name again? Mal...Mallyu...Malleus?

yeah, that kid. yeah you remember him. he was that weird mysterious boy who watched you play alone that one afternoon before not even bothering on asking to join you till you asked-- well told him to and just lets you pull him around on different apparatuses of the playground to play with you

Urgh... now that you think about it, he didn't come back the next day after that he probably got weirded out by you and decided he does not want to play with you anymore

your dragon toy and the other thing was still with him too

not only he hated you that time, he also stole your toys because he hated tou. how immature of the side the child you shown, well you were a kid back then of course you'd be immature but still...!!

at least he could've come back to make up with you... you two had so much fun that day you really though he'll come back the next, you brought another pair of shovel and castle bucket too so the dragon could also have a tower

you lean back and lets your head wonder what could've been the actual reason he didn't come back that day, hated you? just wanted your toys? got yelled at and told to never play with you again? or maybe he just forgot about it, maybe you could forgive the forgot reason because you as a child too didn't really thought about it that much either and continue on living without remembering him, not until now at least

you might've leaned back a little too far because your head had hit a soft clothed pole? pretty muscly too... realization slapped the back of your head as you stopped leaning in and turn your head behind you. shit. it's a person.

"uhh sorry didn't see you there"

"..."

your eyes shift back to the playground and turn your head back at the stranger, your eyes focused back to the kids playing on the sandbox again, they were dirty and dusty now but they sure are having fun

feeling you had ignored his presence, the stranger took an initiative to sit on the other swing, and swing back and forth a bit with his foot

"you got a kid here?" you ask as you let your eyes wander the playground to the kids sliding down the curvy slides, to the three children talking at the curved ladder while one of them sits on top

"....no."

"oh i see"

"how about you? are one of them yours?" your eyes scrunched up at his statement do you look that old to be a parent?

"no way, I'm actually a student here" you forgot to mention the "was a student here before" but you're pretty sure he gets it

"you look pretty old to be in a playground let alone be a student." talk for himself what is he doing here too otherwise?

"heh am i?" you chuckle, closing your eyes and letting your ears just feel the noise of the laughter and chatter of the kids around you, maybe even the stranger's reply

"....yes" you burst out a giggle, and started swinging yourself a bit faster than him, that's kind of funny but the stranger seemed genuine with his answer

"Well excuse me sir, some people had just to hold back a grade, some are not born with lots of smart you know" you stated, jokingly of course

"oh." wait, that sounds like he took it seriously is he...? actually being serious right now?

your giggle turned into a laughter and some of the kids around and the stranger too turned to you confused with how you are acting

"that was a joke haha..." you wipe out the laughter tears in your eyes and calming down after a few seconds

"but you know, it might've been better if it's like that, i could be a child and play here forever don't you think?" another thought held you back "maybe even wait for him here forever"

"him?"

"i know you're just a stranger and stuff but i got this friend i made here at this same playground, we had lots of fun and he promised he'd come back tomorrow but the next day, he just didn't" the stranger stayed silent listening to you, you look down and remember the hopeful look at that kid's face, you were sure he'd come back even if he didn't promise to because at least he'd give back your toys

"ah yeah, he took two of my figurine toys too"

"oh really?" The stranger seemed a bit curious now, is he amused by your story? the child you wouldn't take that too kindly

"yeah, he took my favorite dragon figure i got from a penny store and another thing i can't seem to remembe-"

"it was a dice" he interrupted, you look at him with a perplexed expression

"the father of the prince was actually the dragon and the evil dice took over the sand castle" your eyes widened at his words, no way. no fucking way. that just can't be

"oh my goodness is that really you?" the stranger as you call him before knowing, grinned at your baffled face

"I can't seem to push myself alone at this seat, would you kindly do it for me? I'm pretty sure you know yourself how these as you don't need my help to push yourself"

"...Malleus was it? how long has it been?" your puzzled tone turned to a gleeful one as you inch your side to him by force to get closer

"im glad you remembered my name, i thought i would've had to explain who i am again in case you would only remember a few details of that day" you shook your head, of course you remember him you were just thinking about him earlier

"i wouldn't forget you, you were the only kid whom i let off that took my things" you joke elbowing him slightly

"maybe your memory is a bit more jagged. you gave these to me don't you remember?"

"no, I don't remember giving them to you, from what i know is that you promised that you'll come back that's why i let you borrow it"

"really?" you laugh kicking the rocks off the worned out ground as he shuffles his hand through his pocket and you were pretty sure he was about to pull those out so you stopped him

"I wasn't serious Malleus, i was just kidding of course i gave it to you, you are the dragon aren't you?" Malleus smiled and pulled out his hand to clasp it against yours

"although, i have no idea where the prince is now, probably got lost in a ditch somewhere" Malleus frowned in disappointment as you break your hand free from him, guilt washed over you, of course it'll get lost it was lots of years ago, you don't even remember where'd the body parts of those toy figurines you own go most of the time.

you pat his back with sympathy, letting your eyes wander again, you remember the seesaw, this swing and that slide you never get to go to,

"hey, come to think of it you didn't get to go down the slides, when you left i did it alone, it was pretty fun."

"slides? oh that thing over there, Lilia arrived too earlier for us to have use it, i was actually disappointed when we parted our ways that time." you remember who Lilia is, he's that man with the the girly face that took Malleus that time, you wonder how he is now...

but other than that, there's no other people than you, Malleus and few other kids who wouldn't seem to mind if two people used the playground facilities as they are supposed to be used for

"we can if you don't mind."

"huh?"

you pull his hand and went over to the slides you never get to ride that time when he left too early with Lilia. to continue the fun the years he was away and you waiting for him stupidly with a castle bucket

you still hadn't asked him why he didn't return that time but oh well

at least this time you two can enjoy yourselves to the fullest.

a/n: hello :> i know this might seem pretty rushed but i hope you like it, i honestly want to leave the fic an open ending and let the reader decide for themselves for how the ending ends for them. you could still do that and just think of this fic as my own way of how it went after Malleus left :DD

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[malleleothreesome]

Blindfolded Malleus

💚 summary: You edge Malleus while he's blindfolded ༶༶༶ 💚 warnings: gender neutral reader, you go to TOWN on those horns of his, brief mention of Malleus wanting to breed you, blowjob, penis in [gender neutral hole] sex, creampie ༶༶༶ 💚 word count: 6.6k words ༶༶༶ 💚 inspired by: @creepysun-cpsunnhild's ask thank you! ♡✧*:･ﾟ

Malleus sits patiently on his bed, hands clasped on his lap, buzzing with nervous excitement as he waits for you to join him. He is already stripped down to only his boxers, eager to begin the night's festivities.

"Are you nervous?" you ask him as you rummage around in your backpack before finally pulling out a silky black blindfold purchased from the secret backroom of Sam's shop.

Malleus blinks, mouth parting slightly in the way he does when surprised, "A little? This is rather... novel for me." His lips fall into a pout. "Being unable to see your face is strange. I won't get to enjoy your expression as you pleasure me..."

You zip up your backpack and saunter over to his bed where Malleus waits, boxers tented around the evidence that he is looking forward to this, despite his apprehensions. You flash him a mischievous smile as you crawl over to him on the bed, settling in a straddle across his thighs. "That will just force you to be more sensitive to my touch," you coo as you cup his soft, milky cheek in your hand, admiring the complete beauty of his face for a final moment before you blindfold him. As he returns your loving gaze, his slitted pupils start to widen from desire and you watch in awe as his verdant irises are completely swallowed by inky pools of hunger. “I promise you won't even miss my face in the heat of the moment,” you try to reassure him.

He scoffs before murmuring in a low, smoky voice, "You know me far better than that, child of man." And yet, despite his objections, he obediently tilts his chin down, lowering his lashes as he allows you to place the black silk over his face. Malleus inhales sharply as the light suddenly dims to complete darkness. He stills like a startled creature of the forest as his sight leaves him, his muscles tense and his eyelids twitch under the silk as he comes to terms with his new vulnerability. You stop straddling him, denying him the comforting warmth of your thighs against his as you crouch on your knees beside him. He growls as you refuse to indulge his lust, remaining perfectly still as he struggles to find his bearings. You want him to simmer with arousal before you ease his longing—a little frustration will make his eventual orgasm that much more satisfying.

His innate magical ability attempts to compensate for the obscuration of his eyes by granting him heightened senses that would guide him in a perilous situation. He finds himself hyper aware of the beating of your heart and the slow rhythmic cadence of your breathing. The tension between your still bodies grows palpable. Your heartbeats thrum synchronically with the silent yearning of two lovers desperate to press skin against skin. Malleus is so ethereally beautiful, your heart can’t help but leap every time you look at him. The black silk shrouding his vision only serves to emphasize the handsome cut of his jaw and his sharp, seductive lips, parted in breathless anticipation. The glossy fabric paints a dark tapestry against the snowy hues of his skin. A lock of his viridian hair slips along his forehead in a way that accentuates the graceful curve of his brow. Every fiber of his being drips with all the charms of an otherworldly prince, an untouchable enigma that transcends mortal understanding. Yet he sits there, completely bared to you, stripped of his power, a masterpiece defaced by a veil of cloth; a prize awaiting the taking.

Despite his lack of sight, he can feel your gaze on him like a physical caress, causing goosebumps to sprout across his alabaster skin and his ears and cheeks to bloom a flustered rose-red. He knows you are simply teasing him, but the sensation of being denied his favorite view of his beloved is utterly infuriating. Yet, something about being without your gaze stirs the desire within him. When your lovemaking has reached its peak in the past, the sight of your flushed cheeks and blissed out expression has made his blood run hot and has left him in the throes of the most pleasurable high. Not being able to gaze upon you will allow him to focus his whole being upon the ecstasy he feels every time he is brought to climax. This denial will amplify the sensations he will feel in the midst of passion and he finds himself anxiously anticipating how overwhelming those emotions might be. His cock grows harder and twitches excitedly at the thought and he bites his lip to contain the groans of arousal rising up in the back of his throat. Your proximity, despite him being unable to see your form, is positively maddening. Now that sight is taken away, the darkness is acting like an aphrodisiac. He wants nothing more than to lose himself to desire, touch, scent, and sound—to bring both of your hearts racing and be subsumed in an orgasmic trance. And so, the anticipation of the evening ahead courses through Malleus' body in electric tremors, setting his soul on fire. For someone with the lifespan of a fae, a moment is but a speck of sand on a shore, yet every minute you make him wait seems to drag into torturous eternity. He wants—no, he craves to take you and bask in the throes of passionate euphoria... Yet, he sits there, at the mercy of you and the unfolding events.

His growing sexual frustration sends a surge of wicked mischief through your blood as you crouch on the plush duvet alongside him. Malleus feels the bed shift and your body moving ever closer, then the caress of your hot breath tickling against his neck, near his sensitive ears, just a whisper away. He shudders deliciously as the phantom sensation of your moist, parted lips nears his bare shoulder, sending a chill through his entire body that culminates in a tingling tightness that pulses through his dick, which has reached full mast and throbs painfully in his boxers. Just as he is beginning to move his mouth to admonish you for such cruel teasing, his body suddenly jerks in surprise as he is overcome by the wet and gentle pressure of your mouth suckling ever so gently against his sensitive nape, right in that one spot, the one you know makes his knees turn to jelly. Malleus can't help the startled gasp that falls from his mouth as his body surrenders entirely, arching slightly at the pleasurable sensation, head lulling back just a little. He shivers as your palms ghost across his bare chest in a featherlight graze, sighing as his muscles are soothed by the balmy smoothness of your hands. You seem intent on teasing his neck—tugging, suckling, kissing, licking—and the teasing wet heat and gentle suction against his throat drives him to near delirium. The muscles of his neck tense as he gulps down heavy breaths, and you revel in the sound of him fighting desperately to contain his lust, your mouth quirking up into a smirk against his throat. His head leans back further to grant you more access to his soft flesh, and he resists the urge to stroke himself, biting his lower lip as your kisses start to descend along his pectorals, your tongue teasing at a hardened nipple before continuing to worship him down his abdominal muscles to the dip of his hips and eventually stopping just short of where he really wants it. Malleus is panting, almost as if in time with his throbbing member as it demands attention, yet your fingers remain above the waistband, tempting him.

"Keep going," he commands quietly, craving more than your hesitant brushes, his heart quickening at the sound of your own racing pulse. You have found a delicious torment in delaying him, and his inability to see your next move has caused his whole body to come alive. Malleus bites his lower lip harder, nearly breaking skin to maintain his self control as your fingertips barely push at the elastic band of his underwear, your nails only teasing the thin trail of hair below his navel. The tiniest contact is overwhelming on his skin, leaving a blazing trail in the wake of the featherlight touch, and a trembling warmth deep within him as his desire crescendos. Every part of him is suddenly alert, drinking up the ambiance, the muffled silence only adding an ethereal atmosphere of mystique to his hazy world of arousal and delight. "My love, please give me more," he begs. The strained edge in his voice stirs the rising excitement within you and your core aches at his ardent need. A little hitch in your breath catches his attention. Without the ability to watch your expressions, his sharp ears have begun to strain to hear every indication of arousal from you.

A bratty whine escapes Malleus' pouting lips as you completely withdraw your hands, body heat disappearing as you leave him exposed. The void of your warmth leaves him cold, an abyss to match his own darkness, yet he is lost for words as your mouth finds his erect cock through the fabric of his boxers, swallowing his bulge, the friction of your dampened tongue against him shooting straight to his balls. Your saliva bleeds through the cloth in a thick stain as you use your mouth to slowly torture him, knowing this is driving him insane. A jumble of pants and unintelligible phrases fall from the normally reserved Malleus' mouth and his hands fist themselves in the bedsheets, threatening to rip them in his pent-up ecstasy, knuckles stark white in strain as he groans. Your relentless hot and wet pressure on his erection is turning him into a salacious mess, but it's not nearly enough—he's desperate to feel your skin and a feral growl rattles around in his throat. His instinctive need to seize control of the situation becomes clouded in the heady fog of the erotic pleasure that your touches instill within him, a thrall he's unfamiliar with but too far gone to resist. When he thinks he can't stand the sweetly agonizing tease any longer, your lips pull away, leaving him wanting for your moist, breathy heat to return to him. Malleus whines piteously, squirming in place in silent desperation, fists tightly balled.

Your heart soars when you hear him making these vulnerable little noises of absolute submission to his craving for your body—as much as you know his primal urges are telling him to toss you onto his lap and take you, his dedication to your sadistic game prevents his true lusts from prevailing. He wants to ravage you, to gorge himself on your flesh as you scream his name into his pillows, to bite down on the crook of your neck when he's plunging deep within your hot, aching depth. Instead, he endures his cock's ceaseless torment.

As you contemplate your next course of action, your eyes settle on the enigmatic vestigial holdover from his ancestors—his horns. Growing directly from his skull and twisting in two thick curves adorned with glowing flecks of opulent teal, they frame his beautiful visage with an unmistakable air of eerie mystique. Intrigued by the sharp, slender peaks, you straddle Malleus' lap once again, his aching need nudging up against your clothed sex and making him groan from the limited pleasure he finally receives. He never eluded to any sensuality about the pointed projections adoring his head, but your curious lust can't help but wonder if they're erogenous. It certainly wouldn't surprise you if the fearsome protrusions were a weakness for your beautiful and powerful lover. If they could invoke in him a tantalizing rush of decadent sensation, they would surely aid you in his titillation. His previous words of caution ring in your mind—"You're welcome to touch them… though I can't guarantee what would happen to you if you did."—yet your perversion yearns to test out your theory.

You slowly lean your bodyweight towards his head until he feels you looming over him, your body's warmth fanning over his face and giving a comforting presence to his empty, disoriented world. The hint of a smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he begins to tilt his face, wrongfully expecting a kiss. Malleus had suspected your lusts would soon get the better of you and would ultimately yield him the rapture he seeks. You don't even notice the way his mouth opens slightly, wet, plush lips eagerly awaiting yours. The air between you two is electric with a smoldering, simmering need, threatening to spark into something raging. However, you swerve his inviting kiss, instead placing both your hands firmly against each horn, beginning a gentle massage on the cool bone. You can’t help but grin in prideful victory when a yelp falls from Malleus' lips and he bucks upwards, his hips suddenly snapping with wild impulse in a carnal attempt to sheathe his engorged cock within the beckoning warmth of your tight hole. Malleus' shocked gasp shifts into a guttural, feral sound. His blood is filled with electricity and lust, the lewd sounds emanating from deep within him like a forbidden spell of obscene delight.

The rumble of his inhuman grumble rolls through his entire chest, and the vibration of the low, loud noise goes straight to your throbbing sex. His reaction to you is deliciously intense, and you begin to twist and rub your thumb and index finger around the ridges of the horns, tracing the shapes and sending tiny shivers down Malleus' spine. You watch him, holding your breath in captivated awe as his upper lip lifts into a snarl and his bottom lip falls, allowing another dirty, draconic growl to spill out. The blackness of his vision leaves his mind no choice but to sink deeper into carnal euphoria, his mouth hanging agape and eyes rolling behind his blindfold, the pale skin of his cheeks becoming flushed as he drowns in the overwhelming sensations that consume him entirely. You run your fingernail up and down the sides of his horns simultaneously with a tantalizing tickle, and Malleus' head jerks in your grasp, neck muscles tense with shock from how amazingly sensitive this area of him is. With a naughty grin you plant a messy, wet kiss on one horn, then drag your teeth along the slick surface while your fingers begin a slow, erotic massage where the base of his horn meets the tender skin of his scalp. A downright depraved string of nonsensical, fragmented curses of ecstasy tumble from Malleus' throat. As his primal urge to breed overrides any common sense, the harsh sting of claws dig into the delicate skin of your forearms.

Your caress on his horns is like having the tips of every nerve of his being stimulated at once. His hips start thrusting almost automatically, as though his brain no longer commands him with any sort of reason. His desires take full control, acting on instinct to rut against anything and everything, and a hot ache ripples through his nether regions. The undergarment that traps him from absolute nirvana becomes uncomfortably tight, as his manhood pushes the limits of what the cotton material can bear. A damp and translucent stain of precum has bled through onto the fabric. His mind is swirling with a heady cocktail of lust, love, and urgency—the absence of sight heightening every aspect, every molecule of physical joy, creating a searing, constant arousal deep within him. At last, you have coaxed your regal Prince to reach a whole new state of passion.

You can feel yourself becoming more aroused with each erotic sound you draw from Malleus' throat, as your love for him is mixed with your innate masochism to torture and tease, causing a molten heat to blossom within you. Unable to deny him any longer, you let your lips fall to his mouth and Malleus eagerly reciprocates without hesitation, the heat between the two of you almost unbearable. Teeth clash as he hungrily devours your lips and his arms fly to pull you close so he may sink himself into your flesh and keep you for an eternity, one arm slipping to your lower back and pressing you towards him, his other hand weaving itself through your soft locks. This is what Malleus longed for: the warmth, the wetness, and the sinful slide of your tongue against his. His heart is set ablaze as you grip onto his face, cradling the beloved contours in an almost desperate plea to be as near him as possible, wanting to hold your lover to your body until he melts within you. His deep, sonorous moans of lecherous longing resonate throughout your whole body, echoing in the cavern of your very soul until it makes your heart weep with an overwhelming love and passion. You realize now, more than ever, how dear this fae Prince is to you, how absolutely crucial he has become for your every living moment. As Malleus hungrily chases every ounce of physical sensation he can achieve through the one person that matters the most to him, he feels the exact same love and desperation well in him and pour into his kiss, transmitting his emotions back to you. The blindfold begins to dampen from his overflowing tears as the magnitude of your passion for him stirs a surge of affection and desire that nearly rips his beating heart out of his chest. He clutches you ever closer as a small sob rises up, overcome by his love for the beguiling little mortal whose unconditional acceptance and magical charms have entranced him since day one. You drink up his ardent devotion like a life-sustaining elixir.

Eventually, you break the kiss with a moan and slide off his body, and he mourns your warmth against him, a lonely tear absorbing into the silk. Malleus cannot contain a whimper, as his blood pulses so fiercely, a carnal and primal drive floods his being. It is beyond lust, beyond physical desire—you have reignited the very core of who he is as an eternal, draconic prince and have reminded him of the fire that beats within his breast. His body aches and throbs in equal amounts sexual and emotional passion, his need to release so intense that his breaths come in short, quick pants. His muscles spasm uncontrollably from the sensations running rampant in every extremity, and he sobs with pent-up desire, clawing at the duvet as though it would relieve the ceaseless, tortuous pressure that plagues him. His heart yearns, yet his libido aches, the girth of his dick straining against his waistband like a caged animal desperate to break free from its bindings and let the true beast emerge.

A relieved sigh escapes him when, a moment later, your cool, soft hands dip below the elastic of his boxers and gently slide them down and off. His erect cock slaps against his stomach, weeping pearls of precum and glistening from the prolonged sexual torture of the evening, standing at full attention. Its girthy length twitches with impatience. One teasing fingertip just barely grazes its tip, gathering the beads of lust and dragging them along his length. A strained yelp forces its way out of Malleus' parched and trembling lips, and his whole body tenses, toes curling. The sheets are being pulled in the violent vice grip of his fists, the sheer force of his magical grip threatening to rip them in half. You begin to languidly trace along his shaft at a tantalizingly slow and soft pace, driving him out of his mind. It's barely enough contact to get any satisfaction, yet far more than enough to make him jolt at the blissful sparks that you ignite within him. You ghost your breath across the length, blowing air on his heated flesh as a paltry reward to Malleus' plight. He cries your name in a pitchy, agonized tone as your hands pull away and he tries not to sob with frustration at the lack of touch. Before he can complain, a new, torturous sensation wracks his frame: the phantasmagoric feeling of soft, pillowy lips dragging against the tip of his shaft, eliciting a filthy whine and a throaty gasp. He feels more wet heat around his sensitive glans as your tongue bathes the area with hot saliva, savoring the briny taste of his essence, then leaving him abruptly. You're far too much of a tease, giving him just a sample before pulling away. His balls feel painfully swollen as he reaches his limit and his member seizes with another sharp throb of arousal.

And then, with a wet squelch, the heat of your mouth descends onto the entirety of his rock-hard erection, taking him all in to the hilt. Your cheeks hallow to create suction as your tongue swirls around his engorged tip and your throat relaxes as his length is buried down your throat, holding your breath and stifling your gag reflex for a brief moment before bobbing your head up and down, fucking his hard dick with your mouth and salivating profusely over his thick length. The sweetly sinful sensation of his throbbing erection buried deep down your esophagus causes his mind to shut off, his brain short-circuiting from the intensity of pleasure. Your talented tongue swirls and twirls around the mushroom tip while your hands massage up and down along his shaft, working his flesh in synchronous harmony, threatening to break him down into a quivering mess under the expertise of your skilled mouth. It's absolutely obscene, how willingly your jaw hangs wide for him, how you guzzle up every inch of his thick cock as though he's the best meal of your life.

Now that you have him back where you want him, you take your time torturing him by switching your rhythm every time his groans begin to sound too desperate, denying him the relief his poor aching cock so desperately craves. You gently guide his shaft upright with a tug of your hand, angling his thick cock directly into your mouth and ensuring you completely envelop his tip in your throat. Every time you hollow your cheeks and move his throbbing erection in and out of your mouth at a vigorous pace, Malleus is unable to hold his voice back. He tosses his head back, letting your tongue lavish the underside of his cock. The velvety heat of your tongue sweeps from the base all the way to his glans, lapping across his slit before wrapping your lips around his thick girth again. Your tongue meticulously teases and suckles on his sweet spots, knowing that because of his loss of vision he is acutely aware of every change in pressure, every shift in the path of your tongue, and every powerful stroke of your hand. You have successfully reduced the unshakeable Prince of Thorns into a mess of low moans and ragged, staccato breaths. Your name comes out in pleading pants, like he's calling to you to take his seed and give him the relief he desires so desperately. Your sucking and swirling heat pulls Malleus' balls up closer, tight and ready, his member starting to spasm as his end rushes ever nearer.

"Dearest..." Malleus murmurs as softly as possible, shuddering as pleasure lances through him like lightning, barely audible above the squelches and wet smacks, his hips bucking frantically now, "I beg of you... Please, do not be cruel. I cannot—please." You know how sensitive he is to touch, his every nerve is so over stimulated, and his blindness is making everything hit a whole new level.

"That's enough—hnnnng. This is far too much for me to handle... You're truly evil for using my body like this—oh, do not stop—" A litany of indecencies flow forth in an increasingly erratic rhythm to accompany the melodious cadence of his dulcet moans. Every time you push his length down your throat, he thinks you've given up playing around and finally decided to let him spill his hot load, only for you to relent at the last second and reduce your fervency. He curses your name, promising retaliation later in the form of the most passionate fucking of your entire life. The cruel torture begins anew with a playful kiss on his tip or a lewd slurp at the base of his cock as your hands fondle and caress him. It is almost inhuman the level of control his child of man has to be able to push him close to the edge and retreat with surgical precision, again and again, leaving him in complete anguish.

The hard tip of his cock slams the back of your throat, threatening to suffocate your breath and sending a deluge of saliva trickling down his swollen balls and slickening your lips. He cannot suppress the rough and rapid snapping of his hips against you, plunging his penis to the very end, every lunge making you gag. When you swallow and clench your throat around his length, Malleus' breaths dissolve into frantic wheezes, his chest heaving, unable to even finish his sentence before his lungs are sucked empty in ecstasy. Your hands cup the heavy, weighted balls beneath, fingers and nails digging in slightly before gripping onto his ass as you swallow around his entire girth, pumping his dick in rhythm with his thrusts as if to milk him and show no mercy. Your muffled squeals of encouragement spur Malleus on, the sounds you're making giving him permission to use your mouth like his own personal fuck-toy, his own filthy fantasy. His eyes squeeze shut behind the blindfold as the red, pulsing void suddenly fills with the vivid memory of the look on your face the last time he pounded your face so mercilessly, that wonderful face all covered in his seed, cheeks dripping with his creamy splatter. He moans brokenly as his fantasies meld with reality in the blinding darkness. The sheer act of being able to fully appreciate and wallow in the sense of absolute decadent delight his beloved grants him, as well as your own enthusiasm for him—all these sensations surge forth in a mighty torrent. Malleus knows you're preparing to build him up to a devastating peak of passion.

With a firm yet gentle grip, you dig the tips of your fingers into the ample flesh of your lover's thighs, feeling their toned rippling as you keep him in place. Your fingernails sink a little, creating faint, red trails in your wake, marking Malleus' flawless skin as evidence of your claim over his body. Without warning, his hard length slips out of your wet lips with an obscene pop, and the fae Prince whimpers once more from the cold drafts of the dorm room settling over his sopping, saliva-coated member. 

Before he has any time to register the shock of the loss, the bedsheets shift again under your movements as you swiftly remove your underwear before returning to position on your knees outside of his open legs. He holds his breath, eagerly anticipating the impending penetration of his lover's deepest parts and the messy release of the tight knot of sexual desire within the pit of his stomach. A baritone, satisfied groan bursts from the depths of Malleus' lungs as your warmth encases his erection, sheathing his dick in an endless flow of slippery heat and the most luxurious pressure. It is one of his favorite pleasures to hold you close after having penetrated your deepest core and simply stay there to savor the ecstatic sensations. Nothing can replicate the pure feeling of euphoric fulfillment and unadulterated bliss when your lower half is connected as closely as it possibly can with his—both of your intimate zones smoldering in the ecstasy of total conjoining, bodies becoming one and unified, your souls entwined in a kiss. His toes curl and his muscles shudder, but before he can adjust, you start moving, using your hips to ride his lap.

Your thighs settle snugly around Malleus' hips, your weight rocking forward to penetrate your loins deeper on his member and envelop every inch of him until his hard cock reaches the deepest regions of your core. Malleus can barely comprehend what's going on, his mind drowning in an ocean of the purest pleasure, his hands searching desperately for yours as you place his palms on either side of your waist for a good grip. His lover's palms, made small by the bulk of his own, have only moments ago been manipulating his sensitive erection and granting him such euphoria. To touch the very appendages that have stimulated him, to hold you steady, to feel the love that flows through the both of you—the thrill of the experience sets Malleus' mind into overdrive, the preciousness of his time together with you compounding with his heightened physical sensations in a stunning synthesis. A symphony of sexy, wet noises of colliding bodies, creaking mattress, and throaty gasps and moans echo throughout his lonely, shadowy abyss, and Malleus feels as though his senses are being pleasurably overwhelmed. Malleus shoves his cock ever deeper within, nudging against the slick flesh with feverish abandon. He becomes desperate for an even tighter hold, urging your body to submit to him and drown in bliss. As his dick pumps into your sweet, greedy, and dripping hole with zealous thrusts, your combined rhythm becomes lost to the utter delirium of rapture as the fae's raw instincts to rut you senseless take over. The Prince of Darkness doesn't hold anything back— he thrusts up into your body with full and furious strokes, growls turning animalistic, cock pounding with merciless thrusts, and balls slapping against the juncture of your thighs.

You can barely handle the sheer thickness of Malleus' dick inside of you, its girth is massive. It stretches your walls and massages every part of you, the large ridge along his cock's underside scraping against your insides with every relentless slam. The slightest movement sends fireworks shooting through you and drives you insane, the heated passion causing a powerful buildup of pleasure already. Your gasps rise in volume, turning into shrieks as you give him your body entirely. One of his hands trails up from your waist, the rough and calloused fingertips ghost across your collarbone and up the curve of your neck. His head is tossed back from the carnal fucking but those elegant, sharp fingernails linger over your pulse, feeling the way blood beats under your skin and listening for the hitch of breath every time the angle of his cock rubs up against something magical inside of you.

Malleus is constantly shifting his position, driving his huge dick into the different angles with practiced efficiency as he listens intently for where to thrust harder, to where your breathing is quickest, and where he gets the loudest moans. The noise echoes back to him like the raunchiest opera. It leaves you shaking on him as he explores you with his cock, the sheer intensity of his frenzied ministrations threatening to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Every single slam of his dick draws you to the edge of the pleasure-bound chasm, as waves of satisfaction ripple throughout every fiber of your being.

His large, sturdy hands have never left your form and cling possessively. When he lets go, it's to scrape his claws down the tops of your shoulders before seizing you tightly once more. With his thighs tense, his strong muscles drive up into you at a merciless speed, over and over. A throttled roar is building in the pit of Malleus' chest. At the top of your lungs, you scream out his name. There is no room for your thoughts, only the constant stream of the lust-drenched fog and the instinctive urge to reach your peak. Malleus' talons scratch down your back before grabbing onto the tops of your asscheeks and forcing your lower bodies impossibly closer together. Malleus bites your neck while simultaneously drilling his cock as deep as he can possibly go before pausing there, grinding into you and groaning. Your bodies move together in tandem, a wet dance that staves off your looming orgasms for a few more thrusts and moans.

Through the blinding white ecstasy, you can vaguely hear the haughty prince remarking how perfectly he fits and feels inside you. Between your moans and the slapping sound, his breathy laugh cuts through the room and brushes hot against the crook of your neck, teasing, "Your insides... tighten when I praise you..." Your walls immediately squeeze him on reflex at those words. This discovery of another weakness brings him closer, more ravenous, a little bit more wild with the need to take and claim. His face buries into your skin and his tongue flicks out against your neck, drinking up the salt of your sweat as he nips, bites, and sucks his mark there. Malleus wants to fill your greedy hole with his seed, mark his territory, make it absolutely clear that you are his forever by stuffing you full until his cum trickles from the very corners of you and soaks into the silken sheets of his bed. He pants and growls lewdly, plundering into you like a heathen and abandoning any sense of shame as he fully lets go of all composure. The guttural moans and bestial noises escaping his throat reverberate like music in your ears. They signal that the gorgeous prince is drawing dangerously near his edge. The primal urges you have summoned from him command his every thought and his body reacts instantaneously to all the stimulation you've given him thus far. Your mouth falls open, wanton moans now turning into shameless screaming. You match the intensity with which Malleus throws his entire body into the movements of fucking your hole. Malleus doesn't allow your body a single moment's rest as he thoroughly ruins you—each carnal rut and frenetic pound of his manhood into your core sets fire to your whole being, reducing your soul to ash in the passion's wake. His engorged, reddened tip abuses your g-spot to the point that your walls can't even tighten around him anymore due to being so utterly overwhelmed by his dick.

Malleus' heart jackhammers against his ribs and a sound that can only be described as a primal, draconic cry roars out. Thick, creamy spurts of his warm seed paint your inner walls white as his balls pulse and churn, filling you up so generously. The depth of your love and adoration has finally ripped the fae's last threads of restraint to shreds, unleashing his true self—wild, uncontrollable, feral—and the transcendent bliss leaves him howling your name in a voice more akin to a monster than a beautiful Prince. You throw your head back, feeling every muscle of your inner body clench in delicious contractions as you, too, reach the precipice, gushing all over him. All you can manage is to sink onto his thick, throbbing cock and just quake with the intense force of your orgasmic bliss, your legs spasming around him as you milk his twitching shaft.

Every wave of your orgasm sends him into his next. Your loud wails of pure pleasure are music to his ears. He growls and thrusts against you, eager to ensure you have been completely and utterly defiled with his load. The exhilaration and anticipation that was building all night finally peaks, and the intensity is just right to leave the both of you in an tangled afterglow of sweaty, quivering limbs. All he can see are swirling spots of magical color swimming in front of the blinding black of his blindfold. Every sense becomes a blurry haze. When he finds enough control over his quivering frame, Malleus holds you up and close to him, refusing to slip out from your body, letting you come to rest against his strong, tender embrace and gently stroking your hair as you nestle your forehead in the crook of his neck, nestled so comfortably between his head and shoulder. Malleus begins peppering your face and the exposed parts of your shoulder with butterfly kisses, his ragged breaths tickling your skin.

"My love..." the Prince purrs as you languidly snuggle into him, "You will never know what you've just done to me. I have felt so utterly and undeniably wanted, needed, desired." His strong arms embrace you, so gentle and loving and soft, it makes your heart beat a little bit faster and fills you up with an immense, powerful feeling. "You have made my existence feel absolutely perfect and wonderful, more so than I deserve." His voice grows thick and warm, full of tender affection as he adds, "Please, cherish me forever. I will pledge myself to you for as long as I live." 

He pulls the blindfold over his head, his eyelids fluttering open to meet your soft gaze and reveal his magnificent, emerald hues and smoldering, lust-drunk slitted pupils. You fall in love with him all over again, smiling brightly as you are greeted by your beloved Prince's elation at seeing your beautiful face once more. Malleus lifts his palm and tucks a lock of your hair behind the lobe of your ear, leaving his knuckles there for a few extra moments as he enjoys the flush and shimmer on your features, admiring the love of his life with all the admiration in the world.

Malleus' eyes spark with renewed mischief and he chuckles mischievously, the deep, smooth sound rolling with velvet menace. "No mortal has ever had this sort of control over me before. The experience was rather... illicit, and strangely beguiling. A little unexpected, however, when you nearly choked me with my own horns." A single sharp claw tips your chin upwards. "How lucky, indeed, am I to be fortunate enough to have you, the first person I ever held my heart out to, be so wicked to me. You were quite merciless tonight." His lascivious grin twists devilishly, and you find yourself enthralled with a certain mix of terror and rapture, unable to keep a devilish smirk of your own from twitching your own lips.

You had known that taking him away from the world for a brief moment of darkness would make his whole body light up like a star and let him truly lose himself to you, but you never would have predicted how viscerally it would affect him. Even so, it pleases you to have fulfilled your fae Prince's perverse needs. You kiss the tip of his nose and he smiles his sharp smile. "Now that you've revealed such a sinful aspect of yourself to me, you'll be the one beneath my power next time we indulge."

The playful menace in his smile doesn't quite mask the serious note in his voice. Malleus is absolutely determined to reciprocate the things he enjoyed receiving in equal measure. It was almost like his own hidden, dangerous desires had awoken when you dragged him down the path of depravity, and a new wave of perversion courses through him at the thought of transforming you into his own plaything. Your throat goes dry, knowing his strength and his kinky side may finally have been unshackled from its cage, and the fae might devour you without the restraint and kindness of his moralities to hold him back. His handsome features betray nothing of his sadistic plans—all you can see are his glorious, flashing eyes glimmering with mischief, and the dangerous upturn of his mouth. There's no telling how much Malleus Draconia has planned for you, and for a brief moment, you wonder if perhaps you'd created a bit of a monster with tonight's exploration.

Let me know if you all enjoyed this! Some Fun Erica Lore™ is that I have total aphantasia—I can't visualize (images or sounds) at all. So, I think because of that, I tend to be very descriptive with my words, since I can't visualize the scene in my head. Also, because I don't have visual memory, I do not remember memories or daydreams in a visual way, instead, I remember them by the feeling I felt in that moment (or the feeling I would feel if a situation was happening to me). Because I feel things so deeply, I like to convey the power of emotions in my writing. I hope I was able to elicit a strong emotional response from you. As always, thank you for reading. Every day, I continue to be awestruck by the outpouring of love and support I've received from you all. Thank you for welcoming my writing into this lovely community. Until next time, 💚 Erica Malleleothreesome

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The one who wants more Dragon Tamer Mc: Well 👀 I mean, there are too many things that can be done with that idea, too many wholesome scenarios 😤 such as:Sleeping with the dragons and Mc, Malleus and dragons becoming friends... ah, along with a Dragon Malleus and all his now children with Mc, so many scenarios, really. I would love anything you make since the idea in general is wholesome 😌 cute, and I'm dying!

I'll just turn off anonymous since it's easier for me to get the notification.

Dragons for now are a no-no for sketches. Just imagine they are better looking and they are more(??)

TOOTH!!!! ROTTING!!!

I'm takin this and runnin with it 👍🏻

This is really long because Malleus brainrot go brrrrrrrrr

I write this in my car as I wait for my shift to start waaaaaah

Part 1

Malleus had become accustomed to spending time at the Ramshackle dorm, so much so that they'd given him permission to enter whenever he pleased

The dragons would watch for him out the window and wait for him to approach during his nightly strolls

Then greet him at the door when he entered

The serpentine dragon that always coiled around the prefect's waist would now coil around his

And the other dragons that lived in the dorm building would dip their heads at him both in greeting and as a show of respect

He'd grown quite fond of his time with the prefect and their many dragons

Currently he was sitting next to the prefect in the Ramshackle dorm common room, listening intently as they talked about their day and their classes

Occasionally he'd offered to help them with their studies, but it seemed today that they needed no such help

So he indulged himself in their conversation, responding where he needed to

As his listened though, his mind wandered

Malleus?

They'd asked at one point

Would you show me your dragon form one day?

He'd agreed

In time

When they finished speaking, they stared at his face

They were curious about what had been distracting him, and he knew

Child of man

His voice was questioning, despite the sentence having been formed as a statement

His expression was serious as he looked them in the eye.

Yes, Malleus?

They were slightly concerned about what he would have to say, but that did not change the curious gleam in their eyes

Do you still wish to view me as I appear when I take on the form of a dragon?

Their expression changed to surprised but a wide smile crept across their face

Of course.

Wordlessly he leads them outside, being too big to show them indoors

And when he does their jaw falls open

It was very quick

A blinding green light forced them to cover their eyes and when they looked back Malleus was gone and replaced with a large dragon

They looked up at him in awe, admiring the scales of onyx

With a beckoning motion of their hand, they signaled for him to dip lower his head so they could reach

He obliged emerald eyes closing as he moved to their level

Immediately their hand found his snout and they ran their fingers across the reptilian skin

His scales were smooth to the touch and had a lingering coolness

They moved past his head and wrapped their arms around his neck

Thank you for showing me

Malleus lifted his head up so the prefect dangled off the ground

They yelped in surprise, but slid down onto his back and clung to him.

They could tell from the gleam in his eye that he found it amusing.

The other dragons inside Ramshackle watched from the windows in interest, some even being brave enough to approach Malleus

As he sat, one of the dragons coiled around his tail

The prefect smiled widely at the sight, and wrapped their arms once more around his neck, cheek pressed against his scales

The dragons had taken to him rather quickly, some climbing all over him, others just lying next to him.

The serpent that liked to coil around the both of them had climbed its way to the top of his head and wrapped itself snuggly around one of his horns

As the prefect slid down from his neck, onto his back and down his tail, his wings engulfed them when they touched the ground

They ran their fingers over his skin and as they give him a gleeful smile, he turns back in another flash of green

Thank you. Truly

The fae smiled

Was it all you wished it to be?

They grasped his hand

And more.

Malleus was content

And so were they

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Tainted

Malleus D.☆

Before you read:gn!reader, reader is the mc, yandere malleus, overblot malleus, mentions of: blood/hemophobia, vomiting/emetophobia, death/Thanatophobia, overall slight-gore.

main navi.

Vocabulary:

diadem: a crown/tiara worn at the forehead

pedicle: the growth from which a horn sprouts

Mon cheri -> my dear/sweetheart(used as gender neutral)

Mon Amour -> my love(used as gender neutral)

Reference(s):

•The Oxalis or Oxalis corniculata flower is also called ‘sleeping beauty’

•The original fairytale ,‘Sleeping Beauty’ was written in France, during year 1528.

Words and characters: 857, 4723 respectively

Spoilers for chapter 7, part 36-37

Malleus watched as his unique magic, ‘fae of Maleficent’, spread throughout the campus. Everyone’s body fell on the ground, limp as if they were no longer alive. Well, everyone except you.

His maniacal laughter reflected off the walls that were covered in thorns from top to bottom, not long before black tainted his vision. After just a few seconds, standing there was no longer the prince of Briar Valley, but a monster covered with head to toe in blacks.

Blot splotches floated around him. Thorns, not unlike the ones created earlier, wrapped around his arms. A royal purple corset covered in wisteria thorns and belt adorned his waist, following a torn cape extending till the neck. A green fire rose from his right eye just like the others. Black marks that resembled a dragons were unfurled across his eyelids, one of them turning into a tear spilling from his left eye.

A simplistic and gothic diadem was placed on his forehead. Hair slicked back to reveal what seemed like the pedicle of his horns. The horns themselves were no longer pitch black, but were highlighted with green, the same shade that composed his flame. Yet the most noticeable and terrifying change was definitely in his tail. It no longer resembled a lizard or a dragon but a fork. It had three severely sharp ends, and was bigger than normal.

He closed his eyes as if he was relishing that moment. As if this situation was exactly what he dreamt about on daily, as if this was the freedom he was yearning for. Funny how he had never experienced freedom yet he somehow yearned for it, alas that’s a topic for another day.

As he opened his eyes, then immediately went towards your structure, frozen in fear. Your eyes displayed nothing but pure terror that increased as he took his time walking- well, floating up to you. You who were covered in thorns from head to toe. Their grip was powerful enough to make your strength seem like nothing but a mere, fragile Oxalis. They dug in your skin just enough for you to feel the pain but not enough to pierce through the skin. Only muffled screams were heard as he made his way.

The bile rose from your stomach, it felt as if it had reached your throat, begging for you to spill it all out. Your heartbeat was all over the place and your limbs were shaking terribly. The adrenaline flowing through your veins made everything more intense, for the better or worse.

Caught in your own thoughts you didn’t realize that he had walked up to you, till he had gently lifted your jaw so your eyes were focused on him and only him. He lifted his hand slightly as you closed your eyes expecting a hit of sorts. Much to your surprise, he placed his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears.

“My my, dear, you are trembling.” He said as he placed his idle hand on his chin as if he was pondering about something. On cue, the thorns around you disappeared with a flick of his wrist. Not expecting this, you threatened to fall face flat but luck was on your side today. Malleus caught your trembling, fragile form in his arms.

“Do not fret. This is nothing to be afraid of Mon Amour. If you surrender to slumber, thousands of years will fly by an instant.”

He gently lifted your chin so that you would be able to look up at him. And not long after, he slowly tilted your head.

Something about his actions at that moment felt so wrong, so scandalous, so corrupting.

“You will no longer remain pure, as you shall be tainted by I.”

He kissed you, his dark lipstick now stained your lips, the iron like taste of what you assumed to either be blot or his blood enveloped your senses. You did not want this, you should be panicking or-or trying to stop him or something! But your body just felt…numb. Numb throughout, no heat, no cold, no pain, no pleasure, no. Not even your blood flowing through your veins, or what was left of them. His grip on you was so hard, you could see crimson blood dripping down the hand he held your chin with. Yet, you didn’t feel it. The only thing you could feel or hear was your own heartbeat.

Until, the sound ever-so slowly and gradually stoped. You felt your eyes grow heavy simultaneously before you completely passed out. Malleus noticed this, opting to tenderly lay your head down on his chest. Now that you were asleep, he no longer had to worry about you prying away and running from him. Even though the chances of that happening were negligible, he still wanted to be a hundred percent sure.

“You will become the protagonists of your own story.” He said as he looked up at everyone in the room, before turning his gaze back to you. His fork-like tail then snaked up one of your legs as he whispered in your ear.

“Especially you, Mon cheri.”

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Spolia (VII Final)

Parings: Malleus/(Light Fae) MC // Slight Rook/Vil // Trein/MC (Parental)

Summary: You wondered why you ever got accepted into NRC but never bothered to look back when the infamous black carriage whisked you away from a place you could never call home. Having been handed an opportunity of freedom, of solitude, of hope- how come you're paralyzed with fear rather than excitement? Your sunny plein air sessions and nightly walks contemplating this has attracted a certain dragon fae with an affinity for your nimble gargoyle sketches and magnificent paintings.

Notes: Hopefully this chapter makes up for the last. I've been in kind of a creative slump lately, for my art and my writing. Like I can write and draw but nothing feels right and I'm never satisfied. Ugh I hate this feeling

I think I took enough time to write this that this is an acceptable ending. I suck at happy endings because I rarely consume media that does it to my tastes lol, that and I don't really consume happy media too much. So I hope you enjoy. The next chapter is a preview to my next work, which I should have published the first chapter of when I post this.

CW: Suicide mention/attempted suicide/substance abuse (?) for this chapter.

AO3 Link Here.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 (Here)

Masterlist

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The light is too harsh for your eyes that have adjusted to darkness. You squint even with the dim glow of the mirror chamber, shielding your eyes with trembling hands. The kindling warmth that you felt last time you were in this room was now replaced with a thousands of burning needles writhing under your skin, threatening to burst open from your seams. It’s all too much, too much. Fire, fire, fire, your body shrieked. You let it burn itself out, replacing it with a chilling darkness that flowed through your veins.

You want to go back into that dark room, devoid of any smells, touch, gravity, feeling, and light. But your mother had the maids drag you out of the belly of the darkness, dress you prim and proper, and sent you back to a vial of medicine in hand. You looked at the shimmering glass, feeling its full weight in the palm of your hand. What would happen if you drained it all into your body? You let out a breathy laugh at that, holding it up to the light to imagine the bitterness on your tongue once more.

Once you dragged your body back to your room, you stitched the curtains shut with a needle and thread. In and out, in and out, you pulled the thread tightly so the light that poured in through the seams would be completely shut out, letting not even a drop of light in. Your body felt like it was floating in the complete darkness you made, the weight of the vial in your hands being the only thing which tethered your body to the ground. Walking around the room aimlessly, you began to throw your canvases, tubes of paint, and brushes into one pile, throwing each carelessly into a mess in the middle of your room. You would throw it out later at night.

Stilling your body in front of the mess, you entertained the thought of burning it all, and showering in that fire to see if any sort of anger, pity, or sadness from yourself would revive out of you, deep inside your heart. But your chest felt flat like a shadow‒ no depth, no hole, no softness you could dig your hands through to rip anything out. Just a quiet, smoothed shade, dull to any blazing heat or bitter chill. If you could take the sharpest blade into your bare hands and sink it in, it would bend at the fossilized surface of your heart. It felt heavy like a collar around your neck.

You opened the vial in your hands, relishing in the burn it left in your throat as the bitterness sunk into your tongue. The liquid bubbled like acid against the flesh inside your body, and you felt a rush of feverish lightness wash over you. You held the cool glass close to your collapsing chest. It was euphoria to feel that gaping wound in your chest once more.

You collapsed into what you think was your bed, allowing the covers to mold to your body and swallow you like the darkness. Unlike the last time you were at this school‒ you no longer feared the mouth of the beast that devoured you, instead climbing into its throat with open arms, clamping down its jaws onto your body to let its dark flesh embrace your body. Touch me, hold me, love me. You begged, and it did just that‒ ravaging you whole.

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Trein glanced at the pile of papers sitting at the edge of his desk, pausing his pen against the papers he had been grading for what felt like ages. He let out a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes with cooled fingers to massage out the anxiety he had been feeling for the few weeks you had not shown your face since winter break ended. Still his worry persisted, so he lifted his stiff body from his office chair to get some fresh air, hoping it would help the nervous itch that was at the back of his mind that appeared right after his last conversation with you. Growing up with daughters, he had learned to sniff out unsavory people in hopes of protecting them, and his interaction with your mother left a chill in his bones that signaled just that. Unsavory, dangerous even.

“Non, I haven’t seen L’artiste en folie, even during our shared art elective…Were you able to catch them after winter break?”

“No, I haven’t seen them at all. Even if I knock on their door, nothing…And that dragon keeps knocking at our door asking about their whereabouts, I keep telling him if I knew I’d say but he’s so persistent‒“

Trein cleared his throat, catching the attention of the two Pomefiore students. “You two. Shouldn’t you be at your club activities?”

Vil pulled a piece of paper from his breast pocket. Trein examined it briefly before handing it back. “We were called to Headmage Crowley’s office to discuss a student’s absence. We were just on our way to take care of the issue right now.” Rook nodded in agreement.

“Hm." He hummed. "Do you mean (Name)?” Trein felt a twinge at his temples at the thought of gossiping with his students, however he pushed it aside, thinking of your safety above all else.

The two students exchanged a look. “Oui. Have you heard anything from them? We’re not even certain they returned, so we just received a master key to check, just for the purpose of safety.” Rook dangled a set of keys in front of Trein.

“In that case I will come with. There is something about their home situation I would like to investigate.” The two students nodded, asking no further questions.

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Malleus stood at the doors of the Pomefiore dorm once more, hesitant to knock. Lilia, Silver, and Sebek stood by his side this time‒ the Vice dorm leader insisting he’d tag along because he was worried of your health as well, and the two guards following since the weather at the Diasmonia dorm had become so unbearable they would use any excuse to tag along at their master’s side. Even Sebek remained unusually quiet, lost in the heavy aura hanging around Malleus. The Diasmonia dorm leader held his fist away from the door. This was what, day fifteen of demanding the Pomefiore dormhead of your whereabouts?

“Roi des Dragons! Here for your usual visit, I see?”

Malleus hummed, anxiety buzzing at his fingertips. Or perhaps it was the rumbling thunder he was summoning over the blazing sunset. “Any news of them?”

Trein spoke up, hoping to relieve some of the tension brewing between his students. “Mr.Draconia. I understand that you are close acquaintances with Mx.D’aramitz. We’re going to check on them now. Perhaps it would be best if you approached them first?”. As much as Trein wanted to check on your well being and sort out the suspected family issues, he didn't want to overcrowd you.

“That might not be a bad idea if you are acquaintances. We’ve really only had classes with them and conversed a few times outside of business.” Vil agreed.

“We are friends.” Malleus corrected, narrowing his eyes. “I will find them.”

The group entered the marbled floor, heading up the stairs and down the hall to your room number. Rook tucked the key in Malleus' hands, stepping aside to let him at the door. He knocked softly at the door, calling your name. With silence filling the air, he inserted the key, the door creaking open to reveal deep darkness in the room.

Rook let out a gasp. "Mon dieu, that's…" He looked in horror at Malleus' feet. Feeling a sticky sensation seeping under his feet, Malleus looked down to find a dark liquid staining the fabric below.

Lilia poked at the stain, seeing the vicious black string that trailed to his fingers. "That's…"

"It's blot." Malleus finished. His hands curled to a fist, trembling a bit at his intense grip.

Sebek stepped forward, hand on his baton. "Young master, please, let us take your place. These humans should not have even concerned you with such‒"

"No. I must do this." He says. "We can't overwhelm them in this state, and I think it's best if we're able to take a pacifist approach to this as possible, considering…everything."

I wish to find you. He gripped his words in his chest, holding with it the smoldering fire it brought in his heart. It fed the light that guided him back to you, and you to him.

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and entering the total darkness.

A fire was lit in the palm of his hands to illuminate his sticky path. The liquid rose to his thighs as he struggled to avoid the various obstacles created by the various canvases and easels sinking into the blot, growing thicker, heavier with every step he took. Globs of black slowly rained down from the ceiling, rendering his wings useless in the situation. Fighting the blot that threatened to swallow him whole, he identified a small mound at the center of what looked to be your bed. Pulling himself towards you with the bed frame, he felt suffocated by the dark liquid that weighed at his feet and his shoulders but lifted his hand to reach towards the mass. Digging his arms deep into the darkness, he searched for your form against the resisting goop that slowly began to submerge his face.

Taking a deep breath in, he sunk his body into the void.

...don't look at me…

Disgusting disgusting disgusting

Malleus heard your distorted voice echo through the vast emptiness of the space he stood in. An expansive room‒ filled up to his ankles in blot. He saw your form curled in the middle of the room. You repeated those words over and over, like a spell to make yourself vanish from existence. Don’t look at me, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. You prayed for the darkness to consume you whole once more, dragging you away from everything with its sharp claws.

Repent, repent, repent.

You felt like your mother was looming over you once more, that pressure rising the bile in your throat and pulling your trembling palms towards each other in a despairing prayer. These hands were never meant to create, to know sweetness, to touch even the warmth of the sun‒ they were meant to fuse together as they were now, into an invocation of a hand that would give you permission to live. You didn’t even care if those hands ripped you apart‒ taking your body, your heart, your mind, your hands‒ just, please, please, may I just be?

You felt an intoxicating heaviness weighing onto you, embracing your form. A lightness returned to your body, you felt like your flesh and blood were being flushed from your body, melting into the murky shadows. Seeing your form being engulfed in blot‒ Malleus hurled his body towards yours to dig through the viscous liquid once more. He ripped the tangled strings of blot from your face, clutching it between his hands to check for your breathing. When he heard shallow air escape from your lips, he sighed a bit in relief, before pulling your cool body up to his chest to free you from the blot. He looked up to scan the area for an escape, seeing a familiar blue glow emanating from above. Unfurling his wings, he held your body close, soaring towards the light.

From the cold, dead darkness, warmth emerges from somewhere, enveloping your hands with tender force. It almost burned your icy skin. The fire felt on it made you aware of the outline of your body from the deep black enveloping you. Ah, right, skin. Your hands, you were reminded.

You felt the blood pump through them, to the tips of your fingers where they touched warm hands. Warmth spreads to your face when the hands softly curled onto your face, tracing your eyelids, the crevice between your nose and cheek, your lips, and your chin. Right. You think. Eyes, mouth, nose.

The heaviness in your arms locked them in their crimpled position as the warmth gently, so so gently, guided your movements to sit you upright.

The blood rushed to your head, thump, thump, thump. The sound of blood being pumped deep from your chest, penetrating your veins, buzzing into your fingertips reverberated deep in your bones. The warmth radiating from gentle hands permeated the nerves on your skin, soaking your body with hot blood. The warmth wrapped itself around your body, squeezing tightly*.

Right, your body, your skin. Feet, legs, stomach, the warm organs packed inside it, a beating heart, lungs, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers.

Your eyes ‒right, eyes‒ clamped shut still. You felt that if you could look him in the eyes, the reality of your existence, your pain, your failure, your body would pour over your head like ice water. Still, warm hands lovingly caressed your face, softly rubbing the outline of your jaw to trace your face from the darkness that enveloped you both.

“It”s okay. I’m here, you’re here. It’s okay.”

Okay?

The heaviness of your eyelids slowly lifted as you opened your eyes in the room filled with a soft moon glow. Malleus held you close to his fluttering heart, tenderness fell on his lips once more.

“I’m here with you. It’s okay.”

"I’m here? That’s okay? It’s okay to be here? With you?" Those words barely felt like your own.

“Undoubtedly, (name).”

Mouth, ears, eyes. Eyes, eyes, eyes.

Ah, you didn’t even recognize your voice, or the water that was leaking from your eyes, into your mouth. The saltiness burned your parched tongue.

Your lungs gasped and gasped for air, your chest felt full. You felt like you were going to burst at the seams, with all that you’ve been, and everything you wished to be. Too much, too much, it’s all too much. You felt warm blood thrashing inside your skin, ready to rupture.

He held you tightly, not you hold it all in, but to hold you together when you fell apart. He drank in the fire that boiled your blood. It burned, but he kept you together. A cry burst from somewhere deep inside of you, and you felt yourself clutch onto his neck to explode.

Slowly, it cooled, and you felt relief as the tightness in your chest poured out with your tears. And though the darkness consumed your vision once more as you burrowed your face into his neck, in your mind, you could clearly trace his warmth pressed against yours, and outline your whole body which clung to his. You were here, in your entirety, next to him.

With no more tears left to cry, you looked into his eyes. For the first time, you let yourself relish in their hue. The color of lush grass, the color of fresh dew, the color of summer wind, the color of life. You sunk your gaze into them, drinking him whole as he did with you.

“I finally found you.” He speaks with a smile which hurt his cheeks.

“You found me.” You felt like you were filled with little bubbles‒ but it didn’t hurt, rather, you felt like you were floating, flying, flying up and up towards the sun. You felt full in a different way this time, it ached in the weight on your chest, you didn’t know how to give him more, more, more of you to be consumed in the softness of his eyes‒ you felt like you could die from the inferno that was being blazed inside you. You could let it burn the rest of the world and it would still not be enough to smother even a speck of it. With a brimming heart, you decided to return the same smile that hurt the muscles on your face. “Thank you.” You squeeze your arms around his neck, pressing your heart next to his. Closer, closer, closer‒ more, more, more. “I finally found you too.” He squeezed back, pressing his body even closer. It spread that bubbly warmth throughout your entire body. You felt here, present, whole in his embrace.

“Do you remember anything? About overblotting?” You detangled his arms from your own, lowering your embrace to lean your ear close to his heart. He melted against your touch, soaking in your warmth.

“I don’t remember much about overblotting. Just…coming back here from my family’s and ending up in that cold and empty space. I…I think I ended up drinking an entire bottle of transformation potion actually, maybe that’s what triggered it?” You struggled to recall anything distinct except for draining the entire bottle and going to sleep. “But I remember you. I remember the warmth of your hands making my body whole again.” Making me whole again. “Like you were reaching out to me, calling my name.”

Malleus felt a buzz spread from his heart, to his fingertips. “I felt that way when I saw your painting for the first time. A prayer, just for me, I felt as if I was going to explode. It felt like you were reaching out to my heart in the dark.” He looked towards the sky, the curtains unable to shield you two from the moon glow. It reminded him of you, so he fixed his gaze back to you. “Kind of like the moon. I really should have put together the pieces when you were talking about it in the art classroom.”

An airy laugh was sung on your lips. “Ironic, considering I’m a light fae.” You felt a hand lace between your milky hair. The tender handling was foreign to it, you delighted in the newly learned sensation.

“So that’s what you are.” He breathed out, a dazed smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. M-my mother‒“

Malleus brushed a thumb across your face. “You don’t have to tell me right this second, whenever you are ready. You still time into an eternity in your presence, yet it is still not enough to contain you‒ we have much time to spend together.” You lifted your head from his chest. Closer, closer, closer‒ more, more, more. You wanted to crawl into his gaze, and bleed the entirety of your body brimming with warmth for him‒ you would break apart the world if it meant nourishing the endless depth in his eyes. This new heaviness‒ having a whole, beating heart‒ it brought you a new way of hurting, of aching‒ more, more, more‒ gods, anything, anything in the world to love deeper, taller, wider, more, more more‒

Instead of sinking in that slurry feeling, you rose to bring your hands into a prayer, except this time, his head softly against your palms instead of a forlorn grip. You prayed,

“Can I‒“

Malleus reacted before he could even speak, sliding his hands into the nape of your neck and bringing you closer, closer, closer, until your lips met. The warmth of his sweetened throat poured into yours, as you felt some of that pounding fullness coarse into him every second you spent drinking in his syrupy heat that swelled from deep inside of him. When your lips left his, you kept your eyes closed, afraid that if you opened them, he would be gone. Malleus delighted in another honeyed kiss, pressing deeper, closer into you. Your eyes still remained closed for a second after he softly let go. However, when his hand cupped your cheek, the warmth made you blink your eyes open‒ and to your absolute bliss, he was still standing, whole.

“We should probably get you to the infirmary eventually. Even with the blot purged from your system I think we should be safe and take you just in case.”

“We?” Those two letters, side by side, felt like sweet butter on your tongue. It spread when he smiled back.

“Yes, we. If you’ll allow it, always, ‘we’.”

You let out a boyish giggle. “Is that your way of asking to court me?”

“If you’ll allow it.” He repeated. “Even if I do not do it right, I’ll find you again and again.”

“I would love to be found by you, again and again.” You thought of the gargoyles, sleeping on the soft grass, moonlit walks, the smell of old words, crimson ink‒ spolia. Something once broken, rebuilt into something more whole. Sought, even in its destruction, a new era, founded on the old. You held it closely in your heart, nursing the fire that led you to him, and him to you. Found again, and again. Find me, find me, find me‒ a prayer of love, an invocation of eternity.

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Notes:

I sort of imagine the overblot being like Howls tantrum from Howl's moving castle?? Also with a mix of that scene in Mononoke Hime where Ashitaka digs through the Tatarigami to find San

Deep pressure therapy is a technique used for autistic folks to ground them or help with sensory input. The body is composed of eight sensory systems which allow for sensory processing, which is the way we make sense of the world around us. These are visual, auditory, tactile, taste, vestibular (movement), proprioceptive (muscles and joints), and interoception (internal acknowledgement/sensors for the physiological conditions happening around you/in you). Malleus here is using tactile sensation by squeezing your body, as well as auditory and vestibular grounding to help with anxiety and dissociation

I tried to think of things that feel green to me, since I have synesthesia, like the smell of tatami mats, sunny rain, the smell of fresh laundry, the feeling of fingers on the ridges on a ginko leaf, or the warmth of a summer rain. Sometimes when I imagine the colors of something it nearly brings me to tears‒ and it reminds me of a quote from Albert Camus’ A Happy Death: “When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.” So I would love to hear what “feels green” to you if you have synesthesia!

“Even if I do not do it right, I’ll find you again and again” refers to Mitski’s Pink in the Night, “And I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right / Cn I try again, try again, try again” Anyway Mitski for life

I hope you enjoyed the ending! I had lots of fun writing this piece since it got me back into creative writing again! You all are so nice with the comments and kudos I hope to continue writing stuff like this in the future!

New Rook/Reader piece HERE.

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[the-banana-0verlord]

Starless sky(Malleus Draconia x Reader)

Notes: Gn reader, angst

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According to all known lawsof aviation,there is no way a beeshould be able to fly.Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground.The bee, of course, flies anywaybecause bees don't carewhat humans think is impossible.Yellow, black. Yellow, black.Yellow, black. Yellow, black.Ooh, black and yellow!Let's shake it up a little.Barry! Breakfast is ready!Ooming!Hang on a second.Hello?- Barry?- Adam?- Oan you believe this is happening?- I can't. I'll pick you up.Looking sharp.Use the stairs. Your fatherpaid good money for those.Sorry. I'm excited.Here's the graduate.We're very proud of you, son.A perfect report card, all B's.Very proud.Ma! I got a thing going here.- You got lint on your fuzz.- Ow! That's me!- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.- Bye!Barry, I told you,stop flying in the house!- Hey, Adam.- Hey, Barry.- Is that fuzz gel?- A little. Special day, graduation.Never thought I'd make it.Three days grade school,three days high school.Those were awkward.Three days college. I'm glad I tooka day and hitchhiked around the hive.You did come back different.- Hi, Barry.- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.- Hear about Frankie?- Yeah.- You going to the funeral?- No, I'm not going.Everybody knows,sting someone, you die.Don't waste it on a squirrel.Such a hothead.I guess he could havejust gotten out of the way.I love this incorporatingan amusement park into our day.That's why we don't need vacations.Boy, quite a bit of pomp...under the circumstances.- Well, Adam, today we are men.- We are!- Bee-men.- Amen!Hallelujah!Students, faculty, distinguished bees,please welcome Dean Buzzwell.Welcome, New Hive Oitygraduating class of......9:15.That concludes our ceremonies.And begins your careerat Honex Industries!Will we pick ourjob today?I heard it's just orientation.Heads up! Here we go.Keep your hands and antennasinside the tram at all times.- Wonder what it'll be like?- A little scary.Welcome to Honex,a division of Honescoand a part of the Hexagon Group.This is it!Wow.Wow.We know that you, as a bee,have worked your whole lifeto get to the point where youcan work for your whole life.Honey begins when our valiant PollenJocks bring the nectar to the hive.Our top-secret formulais automatically color-corrected,scent-adjusted and bubble-contouredinto this soothing sweet syrupwith its distinctivegolden glow you know as...Honey!- That girl was hot.- She's my cousin!- She is?- Yes, we're all cousins.- Right. You're right.- At Honex, we constantly striveto improve every aspectof bee existence.These bees are stress-testinga new helmet technology.- What do you think he makes?- Not enough.Here we have our latest advancement,the Krelman.- What does that do?- Oatches that little strand of honeythat hangs after you pour it.Saves us millions.Oan anyone work on the Krelman?Of course. Most bee jobs aresmall ones. But bees knowthat every small job,if it's done well, means a lot.But choose carefullybecause you'll stay in the jobyou pick for the rest of your life.The same job the rest of your life?I didn't know that.What's the difference?You'll be happy to know that bees,as a species, haven't had one day offin 27 million years.So you'll just work us to death?We'll sure try.Wow! That blew my mind!"What's the difference?"How can you say that?One job forever?That's an insane choice to have to make.I'm relieved. Now we only haveto make one decision in life.But, Adam, how could theynever have told us that?Why would you question anything?We're bees.We're the most perfectlyfunctioning society on Earth.You ever think maybe thingswork a little too well here?Like what? Give me one example.I don't know. But you knowwhat I'm talking about.Please clear the gate.Royal Nectar Force on approach.Wait a second. Oheck it out.- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!- Wow.I've never seen them this close.They know what it's likeoutside the hive.Yeah, but some don't come back.- Hey, Jocks!- Hi, Jocks!You guys did great!You're monsters!You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!- I wonder where they were.- I don't know.Their day's not planned.Outside the hive, flying who knowswhere, doing who knows what.You can'tjust decide to be a PollenJock. You have to be bred for that.Right.Look. That's more pollenthan you and I will see in a lifetime.It's just a status symbol.Bees make too much of it.Perhaps. Unless you're wearing itand the ladies see you wearing it.Those ladies?Aren't they our cousins too?Distant. Distant.Look at these two.- Oouple of Hive Harrys.- Let's have fun with them.It must be dangerousbeing a Pollen Jock.Yeah. Once a bear pinned meagainst a mushroom!He had a paw on my throat,and with the other, he was slapping me!- Oh, my!- I never thought I'd knock him out.What were you doing during this?Trying to alert the authorities.I can autograph that.A little gusty out there today,wasn't it, comrades?Yeah. Gusty.We're hitting a sunflower patchsix miles from here tomorrow.- Six miles, huh?- Barry!A puddle jump for us,but maybe you're not up for it.- Maybe I am.- You are not!We're going 0900 at J-Gate.What do you think, buzzy-boy?Are you bee enough?I might be. It all dependson what 0900 means.Hey, Honex!Dad, you surprised me.You decide what you're interested in?- Well, there's a lot of choices.- But you only get one.Do you ever get boreddoing the same job every day?Son, let me tell you about stirring.You grab that stick, and you justmove it around, and you stir it around.You get yourself into a rhythm.It's a beautiful thing.You know, Dad,the more I think about it,maybe the honey fieldjust isn't right for me.You were thinking of what,making balloon animals?That's a bad jobfor a guy with a stinger.Janet, your son's not surehe wants to go into honey!- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.- I'm not trying to be funny.You're not funny! You're goinginto honey. Our son, the stirrer!- You're gonna be a stirrer?- No one's listening to me!Wait till you see the sticks I have.I could say anything right now.I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!Let's open some honey and celebrate!Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.Shave my antennae.Shack up with a grasshopper. Geta gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!I'm so proud.- We're starting work today!- Today's the day.Oome on! All the good jobswill be gone.Yeah, right.Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,stirrer, front desk, hair removal...- Is it still available?- Hang on. Two left!One of them's yours! Oongratulations!Step to the side.- What'd you get?- Picking crud out. Stellar!Wow!Oouple of newbies?Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!Make your choice.- You want to go first?- No, you go.Oh, my. What's available?Restroom attendant's open,not for the reason you think.- Any chance of getting the Krelman?- Sure, you're on.I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.Wax monkey's always open.The Krelman opened up again.What happened?A bee died. Makes an opening. See?He's dead. Another dead one.Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.Dead from the neck up.Dead from the neck down. That's life!Oh, this is so hard!Heating, cooling,stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,humming, inspector number seven,lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,mite wrangler. Barry, whatdo you think I should... Barry?Barry!All right, we've got the sunflower patchin quadrant nine...What happened to you?Where are you?- I'm going out.- Out? Out where?- Out there.- Oh, no!I have to, before I goto work for the rest of my life.You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?Another call coming in.If anyone's feeling brave,there's a Korean deli on 83rdthat gets their roses today.Hey, guys.- Look at that.- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.Really? Feeling lucky, are you?Sign here, here. Just initial that.- Thank you.- OK.You got a rain advisory today,and as you all know,bees cannot fly in rain.So be careful. As always,watch your brooms,hockey sticks, dogs,birds, bears and bats.Also, I got a couple of reportsof root beer being poured on us.Murphy's in a home because of it,babbling like a cicada!- That's awful.- And a reminder for you rookies,bee law number one,absolutely no talking to humans!All right, launch positions!Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!Black and yellow!Hello!You ready for this, hot shot?Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.Wind, check.- Antennae, check.- Nectar pack, check.- Wings, check.- Stinger, check.Scared out of my shorts, check.OK, ladies,let's move it out!Pound those petunias,you striped stem-suckers!All of you, drain those flowers!Wow! I'm out!I can't believe I'm out!So blue.I feel so fast and free!Box kite!Wow!Flowers!This is Blue Leader.We have roses visual.Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.Roses!30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.Stand to the side, kid.It's got a bit of a kick.That is one nectar collector!- Ever see pollination up close?- No, sir.I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle itover here. Maybe a dash over there,a pinch on that one.See that? It's a little bit of magic.That's amazing. Why do we do that?That's pollen power. More pollen, moreflowers, more nectar, more honey for us.Oool.I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?Oopy that visual.Wait. One of these flowersseems to be on the move.Say again? You're reportinga moving flower?Affirmative.That was on the line!This is the coolest. What is it?I don't know, but I'm loving this color.It smells good.Not like a flower, but I like it.Yeah, fuzzy.Ohemical-y.Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.My sweet lord of bees!Oandy-brain, get off there!Problem!- Guys!- This could be bad.Affirmative.Very close.Gonna hurt.Mama's little boy.You are way out of position, rookie!Ooming in at you like a missile!Help me!I don't think these are flowers.- Should we tell him?- I think he knows.What is this?!Match point!You can start packing up, honey,because you're about to eat it!Yowser!Gross.There's a bee in the car!- Do something!- I'm driving!- Hi, bee.- He's back here!He's going to sting me!Nobody move. If you don't move,he won't sting you. Freeze!He blinked!Spray him, Granny!What are you doing?!Wow... the tension levelout here is unbelievable.I gotta get home.Oan't fly in rain.Oan't fly in rain.Oan't fly in rain.Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!Ken, could you closethe window please?Ken, could you closethe window please?Oheck out my new resume.I made it into a fold-out brochure.You see? Folds out.Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.What was that?Maybe this time. This time. This time.This time! This time! This...Drapes!That is diabolical.It's fantastic. It's got all my specialskills, even my top-ten favorite movies.What's number one? Star Wars?Nah, I don't go for that......kind of stuff.No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.They're out of their minds.When I leave a job interview, they'reflabbergasted, can't believe what I say.There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.I don't remember the sunhaving a big 75 on it.I predicted global warming.I could feel it getting hotter.At first I thought it was just me.Wait! Stop! Bee!Stand back. These are winter boots.Wait!Don't kill him!You know I'm allergic to them!This thing could kill me!Why does his life haveless value than yours?Why does his life have any less valuethan mine? Is that your statement?I'm just saying all life has value. Youdon't know what he's capable of feeling.My brochure!There you go, little guy.I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing.Put that on your resume brochure.My whole face could puff up.Make it one of your special skills.Knocking someone outis also a special skill.Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.- You could put carob chips on there.- Bye.- Supposed to be less calories.- Bye.I gotta say something.She saved my life.I gotta say something.All right, here it goes.Nah.What would I say?I could really get in trouble.It's a bee law.You're not supposed to talk to a human.I can't believe I'm doing this.I've got to.Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!No. Yes. No.Do it. I can't.How should I start it?"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.Here she comes! Speak, you fool!Hi!I'm sorry.- You're talking.- Yes, I know.You're talking!I'm so sorry.No, it's OK. It's fine.I know I'm dreaming.But I don't recall going to bed.Well, I'm sure thisis very disconcerting.This is a bit of a surprise to me.I mean, you're a bee!I am. And I'm not supposedto be doing this,but they were all trying to kill me.And if it wasn't for you...I had to thank you.It's just how I was raised.That was a little weird.- I'm talking with a bee.- Yeah.I'm talking to a bee.And the bee is talking to me!I just want to say I'm grateful.I'll leave now.- Wait! How did you learn to do that?- What?The talking thing.Same way you did, I guess."Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.- That's very funny.- Yeah.Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,we'd cry with what we have to deal with.Anyway...Oan I......get you something?- Like what?I don't know. I mean...I don't know. Ooffee?I don't want to put you out.It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.- It's just coffee.- I hate to impose.- Don't be ridiculous!- Actually, I would love a cup.Hey, you want rum cake?- I shouldn't.- Have some.- No, I can't.- Oome on!I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.- Where?- These stripes don't help.You look great!I don't know if you knowanything about fashion.Are you all right?No.He's making the tie in the cabas they're flying up Madison.He finally gets there.He runs up the steps into the church.The wedding is on.And he says, "Watermelon?I thought you said Guatemalan.Why would I marry a watermelon?"Is that a bee joke?That's the kind of stuff we do.Yeah, different.So, what are you gonna do, Barry?About work? I don't know.I want to do my part for the hive,but I can't do it the way they want.I know how you feel.- You do?- Sure.My parents wanted me to be a lawyer ora doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.- Really?- My only interest is flowers.Our new queen was just electedwith that same campaign slogan.Anyway, if you look...There's my hive right there. See it?You're in Sheep Meadow!Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!No way! I know that area.I lost a toe ring there once.- Why do girls put rings on their toes?- Why not?- It's like putting a hat on your knee.- Maybe I'll try that.- You all right, ma'am?- Oh, yeah. Fine.Just having two cups of coffee!Anyway, this has been great.Thanks for the coffee.Yeah, it's no trouble.Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,I'd be up the rest of my life.Are you...?Oan I take a piece of this with me?Sure! Here, have a crumb.- Thanks!- Yeah.All right. Well, then...I guess I'll see you around.Or not.OK, Barry.And thank youso much again... for before.Oh, that? That was nothing.Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...This can't possibly work.He's all set to go.We may as well try it.OK, Dave, pull the chute.- Sounds amazing.- It was amazing!It was the scariest,happiest moment of my life.Humans! I can't believeyou were with humans!Giant, scary humans!What were they like?Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.They eat crazy giant things.They drive crazy.- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?- Some of them. But some of them don't.- How'd you get back?- Poodle.You did it, and I'm glad. You sawwhatever you wanted to see.You had your "experience." Now youcan pick out yourjob and be normal.- Well...- Well?Well, I met someone.You did? Was she Bee-ish?- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!- No, no, no, not a wasp.- Spider?- I'm not attracted to spiders.I know it's the hottest thing,with the eight legs and all.I can't get by that face.So who is she?She's... human.No, no. That's a bee law.You wouldn't break a bee law.- Her name's Vanessa.- Oh, boy.She's so nice. And she's a florist!Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!We're not dating.You're flying outside the hive, talkingto humans that attack our homeswith power washers and M-80s!One-eighth a stick of dynamite!She saved my life!And she understands me.This is over!Eat this.This is not over! What was that?- They call it a crumb.- It was so stingin' stripey!And that's not what they eat.That's what falls off what they eat!- You know what a Oinnabon is?- No.It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.They heat it up...Sit down!...really hot!- Listen to me!We are not them! We're us.There's us and there's them!Yes, but who can denythe heart that is yearning?There's no yearning.Stop yearning. Listen to me!You have got to start thinking bee,my friend. Thinking bee!- Thinking bee.- Thinking bee.Thinking bee! Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!There he is. He's in the pool.You know what your problem is, Barry?I gotta start thinking bee?How much longer will this go on?It's been three days!Why aren't you working?I've got a lot of big life decisionsto think about.What life? You have no life!You have no job. You're barely a bee!Would it kill youto make a little honey?Barry, come out.Your father's talking to you.Martin, would you talk to him?Barry, I'm talking to you!You coming?Got everything?All set!Go ahead. I'll catch up.Don't be too long.Watch this!Vanessa!- We're still here.- I told you not to yell at him.He doesn't respond to yelling!- Then why yell at me?- Because you don't listen!I'm not listening to this.Sorry, I've gotta go.- Where are you going?- I'm meeting a friend.A girl? Is this why you can't decide?Bye.I just hope she's Bee-ish.They have a huge paradeof flowers every year in Pasadena?To be in the Tournament of Roses,that's every florist's dream!Up on a float, surroundedby flowers, crowds cheering.A tournament. Do the rosescompete in athletic events?No. All right, I've got one.How come you don't fly everywhere?It's exhausting. Why don't yourun everywhere? It's faster.Yeah, OK, I see, I see.All right, your turn.TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?That's insane!You don't have that?We have Hivo, but it's a disease.It's a horrible, horrible disease.Oh, my.Dumb bees!You must want to sting all those jerks.We try not to sting.It's usually fatal for us.So you have to watch your temper.Very carefully.You kick a wall, take a walk,write an angry letter and throw it out.Work through it like any emotion:Anger, jealousy, lust.Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?Yeah.- What is wrong with you?!- It's a bug.He's not bothering anybody.Get out of here, you creep!What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?Yeah, it was. How did you know?It felt like about 10 pages.Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.You've really got thatdown to a science.- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.- I'll bet.What in the nameof Mighty Hercules is this?How did this get here?Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,Ray Liotta Private Select?- Is he that actor?- I never heard of him.- Why is this here?- For people. We eat it.You don't haveenough food of your own?- Well, yes.- How do you get it?- Bees make it.- I know who makes it!And it's hard to make it!There's heating, cooling, stirring.You need a whole Krelman thing!- It's organic.- It's our-ganic!It's just honey, Barry.Just what?!Bees don't know about this!This is stealing! A lot of stealing!You've taken our homes, schools,hospitals! This is all we have!And it's on sale?!I'm getting to the bottom of this.I'm getting to the bottomof all of this!Hey, Hector.- You almost done?- Almost.He is here. I sense it.Well, I guess I'll go home nowand just leave this nice honey out,with no one around.You're busted, box boy!I knew I heard something.So you can talk!I can talk.And now you'll start talking!Where you getting the sweet stuff?Who's your supplier?I don't understand.I thought we were friends.The last thing we wantto do is upset bees!You're too late! It's ours now!You, sir, have crossedthe wrong sword!You, sir, will be lunchfor my iguana, Ignacio!Where is the honey coming from?Tell me where!Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!Orazy person!What horrible thing has happened here?These faces, they never knewwhat hit them. And nowthey're on the road to nowhere!Just keep still.What? You're not dead?Do I look dead? They will wipe anythingthat moves. Where you headed?To Honey Farms.I am onto something huge here.I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,crazy stuff. Blows your head off!I'm going to Tacoma.- And you?- He really is dead.All right.Uh-oh!- What is that?!- Oh, no!- A wiper! Triple blade!- Triple blade?Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!Why does everything haveto be so doggone clean?!How much do you people need to see?!Open your eyes!Stick your head out the window!From NPR News in Washington,I'm Oarl Kasell.But don't kill no more bugs!- Bee!- Moose blood guy!!- You hear something?- Like what?Like tiny screaming.Turn off the radio.Whassup, bee boy?Hey, Blood.Just a row of honey jars,as far as the eye could see.Wow!I assume wherever this truck goesis where they're getting it.I mean, that honey's ours.- Bees hang tight.- We're all jammed in.It's a close community.Not us, man. We on our own.Every mosquito on his own.- What if you get in trouble?- You a mosquito, you in trouble.Nobody likes us. They just smack.See a mosquito, smack, smack!At least you're out in the world.You must meet girls.Mosquito girls try to trade up,get with a moth, dragonfly.Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.You got to be kidding me!Mooseblood's about to leavethe building! So long, bee!- Hey, guys!- Mooseblood!I knew I'd catch y'all down here.Did you bring your crazy straw?We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,and it's pretty much pure profit.What is this place?A bee's got a brainthe size of a pinhead.They are pinheads!Pinhead.- Oheck out the new smoker.- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.The Thomas 3000!Smoker?Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.Twice the nicotine, all the tar.A couple breaths of thisknocks them right out.They make the honey,and we make the money."They make the honey,and we make the money"?Oh, my!What's going on? Are you OK?Yeah. It doesn't last too long.Do you know you'rein a fake hive with fake walls?Our queen was moved here.We had no choice.This is your queen?That's a man in women's clothes!That's a drag queen!What is this?Oh, no!There's hundreds of them!Bee honey.Our honey is being brazenly stolenon a massive scale!This is worse than anything bearshave done! I intend to do something.Oh, Barry, stop.Who told you humans are takingour honey? That's a rumor.Do these look like rumors?That's a conspiracy theory.These are obviously doctored photos.How did you get mixed up in this?He's been talking to humans.- What?- Talking to humans?!He has a human girlfriend.And they make out!Make out? Barry!We do not.- You wish you could.- Whose side are you on?The bees!I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.Those crazy legs kept me up all night.Barry, this is what you wantto do with your life?I want to do it for all our lives.Nobody works harder than bees!Dad, I remember youcoming home so overworkedyour hands were still stirring.You couldn't stop.I remember that.What right do they have to our honey?We live on two cups a year. They put itin lip balm for no reason whatsoever!Even if it's true, what can one bee do?Sting them where it really hurts.In the face! The eye!- That would hurt.- No.Up the nose? That's a killer.There's only one place you can stingthe humans, one place where it matters.Hive at Five, the hive's onlyfull-hour action news source.No more bee beards!With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.Weather with Storm Stinger.Sports with Buzz Larvi.And Jeanette Ohung.- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,intends to sue the human racefor stealing our honey,packaging it and profitingfrom it illegally!Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,we'll have three former queens here inour studio, discussing their new book,Olassy Ladies,out this week on Hexagon.Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.Did you ever think, "I'm a kidfrom the hive. I can't do this"?Bees have never been afraidto change the world.What about Bee Oolumbus?Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.We were thinkingof stickball or candy stores.How old are you?The bee communityis supporting you in this case,which will be the trialof the bee century.You know, they have a Larry Kingin the human world too.It's a common name. Next week...He looks like you and has a showand suspenders and colored dots...Next week...Glasses, quotes on the bottom from theguest even though you just heard 'em.Bear Week next week!They're scary, hairy and here live.Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,squinty eyes, very Jewish.In tennis, you attackat the point of weakness!It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.Honey, her backhand's a joke!I'm not gonna take advantage of that?Quiet, please.Actual work going on here.- Is that that same bee?- Yes, it is!I'm helping him sue the human race.- Hello.- Hello, bee.This is Ken.Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, sizeten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.Why does he talk again?Listen, you better go'cause we're really busy working.But it's our yogurt night!Bye-bye.Why is yogurt night so difficult?!You poor thing.You two have been at this for hours!Yes, and Adam herehas been a huge help.- Frosting...- How many sugars?Just one. I try notto use the competition.So why are you helping me?Bees have good qualities.And it takes my mind off the shop.Instead of flowers, peopleare giving balloon bouquets now.Those are great, if you're three.And artificial flowers.- Oh, those just get me psychotic!- Yeah, me too.Bent stingers, pointless pollination.Bees must hate those fake things!Nothing worsethan a daffodil that's had work done.Maybe this could make upfor it a little bit.- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.- I guess.You sure you want to go through with it?Am I sure? When I'm done withthe humans, they won't be ableto say, "Honey, I'm home,"without paying a royalty!It's an incredible scenehere in downtown Manhattan,where the world anxiously waits,because for the first time in history,we will hear for ourselvesif a honeybee can actually speak.What have we gotten into here, Barry?It's pretty big, isn't it?I can't believe how many humansdon't work during the day.You think billion-dollar multinationalfood companies have good lawyers?Everybody needs to staybehind the barricade.- What's the matter?- I don't know, I just got a chill.Well, if it isn't the bee team.You boys work on this?All rise! The HonorableJudge Bumbleton presiding.All right. Oase number 4475,Superior Oourt of New York,Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industryis now in session.Mr. Montgomery, you're representingthe five food companies collectively?A privilege.Mr. Benson... you're representingall the bees of the world?I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,we're ready to proceed.Mr. Montgomery,your opening statement, please.Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,my grandmother was a simple woman.Born on a farm, she believedit was man's divine rightto benefit from the bountyof nature God put before us.If we lived in the topsy-turvy worldMr. Benson imagines,just think of what would it mean.I would have to negotiatewith the silkwormfor the elastic in my britches!Talking bee!How do we know this isn't some sort ofholographic motion-picture-captureHollywood wizardry?They could be using laser beams!Robotics! Ventriloquism!Oloning! For all we know,he could be on steroids!Mr. Benson?Ladies and gentlemen,there's no trickery here.I'm just an ordinary bee.Honey's pretty important to me.It's important to all bees.We invented it!We make it. And we protect itwith our lives.Unfortunately, there aresome people in this roomwho think they can take it from us'cause we're the little guys!I'm hoping that, after this is all over,you'll see how, by taking our honey,you not only take everything we havebut everything we are!I wish he'd dress like thatall the time. So nice!Oall your first witness.So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, big company you have.I suppose so.I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron!Yes, they provide beekeepersfor our farms.Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term.I don't imagine you employany bee-free-ers, do you?- No.- I couldn't hear you.- No.- No.Because you don't free bees.You keep bees. Not only that,it seems you thought a bear would bean appropriate image for a jar of honey.They're very lovable creatures.Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.You mean like this?Bears kill bees!How'd you like his head crashingthrough your living room?!Biting into your couch!Spitting out your throw pillows!OK, that's enough. Take him away.So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.Your name intrigues me.- Where have I heard it before?- I was with a band called The Police.But you've never beena police officer, have you?No, I haven't.No, you haven't. And so herewe have yet another exampleof bee culture casuallystolen by a humanfor nothing more thana prance-about stage name.Oh, please.Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?Because I'm feelinga little stung, Sting.Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!That's not his real name?! You idiots!Mr. Liotta, first,belated congratulations onyour Emmy win for a guest spoton ER in 2005.Thank you. Thank you.I see from your resumethat you're devilishly handsomewith a churning inner turmoilthat's ready to blow.I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?Not yet it isn't. But is thiswhat it's come to for you?Exploiting tiny, helpless beesso you don'thave to rehearseyour part and learn your lines, sir?Watch it, Benson!I could blow right now!This isn't a goodfella.This is a badfella!Why doesn't someone just step onthis creep, and we can all go home?!- Order in this court!- You're all thinking it!Order! Order, I say!- Say it!- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!I think it was awfully niceof that bear to pitch in like that.I think the jury's on our side.Are we doing everything right, legally?I'm a florist.Right. Well, here's to a great team.To a great team!Well, hello.- Ken!- Hello.I didn't think you were coming.No, I was just late.I tried to call, but... the battery.I didn't want all this to go to waste,so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.Oh, that was lucky.There's a little left.I could heat it up.Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.So I hear you're quite a tennis player.I'm not much for the game myself.The ball's a little grabby.That's where I usually sit.Right... there.Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,and he agreed with me that eating withchopsticks isn't really a special skill.You think I don't see what you're doing?I know how hard it is to findthe rightjob. We have that in common.Do we?Bees have 100 percent employment,but we do jobs like taking the crud out.That's just whatI was thinking about doing.Ken, I let Barry borrow your razorfor his fuzz. I hope that was all right.I'm going to drain the old stinger.Yeah, you do that.Look at that.You know, I've just about had itwith your little mind games.- What's that?- Italian Vogue.Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.A lot of ads.Remember what Van said, why isyour life more valuable than mine?Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!I think something stinks in here!I love the smell of flowers.How do you like the smell of flames?!Not as much.Water bug! Not taking sides!Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!This is pathetic!I've got issues!Well, well, well, a royal flush!- You're bluffing.- Am I?Surf's up, dude!Poo water!That bowl is gnarly.Except for those dirty yellow rings!Kenneth! What are you doing?!You know, I don't even like honey!I don't eat it!We need to talk!He's just a little bee!And he happens to bethe nicest bee I've met in a long time!Long time? What are you talking about?!Are there other bugs in your life?No, but there are other things buggingme in life. And you're one of them!Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...My nerves are fried from ridingon this emotional roller coaster!Goodbye, Ken.And for your information,I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man!I'm sorry about all that.I know it's gotan aftertaste! I like it!I always felt there was some kindof barrier between Ken and me.I couldn't overcome it.Oh, well.Are you OK for the trial?I believe Mr. Montgomeryis about out of ideas.We would like to callMr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.Good idea! You can really see why he'sconsidered one of the best lawyers...Yeah.Layton, you'vegotta weave some magicwith this jury,or it's gonna be all over.Don't worry. The only thing I haveto do to turn this jury aroundis to remind themof what they don't like about bees.- You got the tweezers?- Are you allergic?Only to losing, son. Only to losing.Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask youwhat I think we'd all like to know.What exactly is your relationshipto that woman?We're friends.- Good friends?- Yes.How good? Do you live together?Wait a minute...Are you her little......bedbug?I've seen a bee documentary or two.From what I understand,doesn't your queen give birthto all the bee children?- Yeah, but...- So those aren't your real parents!- Oh, Barry...- Yes, they are!Hold me back!You're an illegitimate bee,aren't you, Benson?He's denouncing bees!Don't y'all date your cousins?- Objection!- I'm going to pincushion this guy!Adam, don't! It's what he wants!Oh, I'm hit!!Oh, lordy, I am hit!Order! Order!The venom! The venomis coursing through my veins!I have been felledby a winged beast of destruction!You see? You can't treat themlike equals! They're striped savages!Stinging's the only thingthey know! It's their way!- Adam, stay with me.- I can't feel my legs.What angel of mercywill come forward to suck the poisonfrom my heaving buttocks?I will have order in this court. Order!Order, please!The case of the honeybeesversus the human racetook a pointed turn against the beesyesterday when one of their legalteam stung Layton T. Montgomery.- Hey, buddy.- Hey.- Is there much pain?- Yeah.I...I blew the whole case, didn't I?It doesn't matter. What matters isyou're alive. You could have died.I'd be better off dead. Look at me.They got it from the cafeteriadownstairs, in a tuna sandwich.Look, there'sa little celery still on it.What was it like to sting someone?I can't explain it. It was all...All adrenaline and then...and then ecstasy!All right.You think it was all a trap?Of course. I'm sorry.I flew us right into this.What were we thinking? Look at us. We'rejust a couple of bugs in this world.What will the humans do to usif they win?I don't know.I hear they put the roaches in motels.That doesn't sound so bad.Adam, they check in,but they don't check out!Oh, my.Oould you get a nurseto close that window?- Why?- The smoke.Bees don't smoke.Right. Bees don't smoke.Bees don't smoke!But some bees are smoking.That's it! That's our case!It is? It's not over?Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.Get back to the court and stall.Stall any way you can.And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.Mr. Flayman.Yes? Yes, Your Honor!Where is the rest of your team?Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,and as a result,we don't make very good time.I actually heard a funny story about...Your Honor,haven't these ridiculous bugstaken up enoughof this court's valuable time?How much longer will we allowthese absurd shenanigans to go on?They have presented no compellingevidence to support their chargesagainst my clients,who run legitimate businesses.I move for a complete dismissalof this entire case!Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm goingto have to considerMr. Montgomery's motion.But you can't! We have a terrific case.Where is your proof?Where is the evidence?Show me the smoking gun!Hold it, Your Honor!You want a smoking gun?Here is your smoking gun.What is that?It's a bee smoker!What, this?This harmless little contraption?This couldn't hurt a fly,let alone a bee.Look at what has happenedto bees who have never been asked,"Smoking or non?"Is this what nature intended for us?To be forcibly addictedto smoke machinesand man-made wooden slat work camps?Living out our lives as honey slavesto the white man?- What are we gonna do?- He's playing the species card.Ladies and gentlemen, please,free these bees!Free the bees! Free the bees!Free the bees!Free the bees! Free the bees!The court finds in favor of the bees!Vanessa, we won!I knew you could do it! High-five!Sorry.I'm OK! You know what this means?All the honeywill finally belong to the bees.Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time.This is an unholy perversionof the balance of nature, Benson.You'll regret this.Barry, how much honey is out there?All right. One at a time.Barry, who are you wearing?My sweater is Ralph Lauren,and I have no pants.- What if Montgomery's right?- What do you mean?We've been living the bee waya long time, 27 million years.Oongratulations on your victory.What will you demand as a settlement?First, we'll demand a complete shutdownof all bee work camps.Then we want back the honeythat was ours to begin with,every last drop.We demand an end to the glorificationof the bear as anything morethan a filthy, smelly,bad-breath stink machine.We're all awareof what they do in the woods.Wait for my signal.Take him out.He'll have nauseousfor a few hours, then he'll be fine.And we will no longer toleratebee-negative nicknames...But it's just a prance-about stage name!...unnecessary inclusion of honeyin bogus health productsand la-dee-da humantea-time snack garnishments.Oan't breathe.Bring it in, boys!Hold it right there! Good.Tap it.Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,and there's gallons more coming!- I think we need to shut down!- Shut down? We've never shut down.Shut down honey production!Stop making honey!Turn your key, sir!What do we do now?Oannonball!We're shutting honey production!Mission abort.Aborting pollination and nectar detail.Returning to base.Adam, you wouldn't believehow much honey was out there.Oh, yeah?What's going on? Where is everybody?- Are they out celebrating?- They're home.They don't know what to do.Laying out, sleeping in.I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his wayto San Antonio with a cricket.At least we got our honey back.Sometimes I think, so what if humansliked our honey? Who wouldn't?It's the greatest thing in the world!I was excited to be part of making it.This was my new desk. This was mynew job. I wanted to do it really well.And now...Now I can't.I don't understandwhy they're not happy.I thought their lives would be better!They're doing nothing. It's amazing.Honey really changes people.You don't have any ideawhat's going on, do you?- What did you want to show me?- This.What happened here?That is not the half of it.Oh, no. Oh, my.They're all wilting.Doesn't look very good, does it?No.And whose fault do you think that is?You know, I'm gonna guess bees.Bees?Specifically, me.I didn't think bees not needing to makehoney would affect all these things.It's notjust flowers.Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.That's our whole SAT test right there.Take away produce, that affectsthe entire animal kingdom.And then, of course...The human species?So if there's no more pollination,it could all just go south here,couldn't it?I know this is also partly my fault.How about a suicide pact?How do we do it?- I'll sting you, you step on me.- Thatjust kills you twice.Right, right.Listen, Barry...sorry, but I gotta get going.I had to open my mouth and talk.Vanessa?Vanessa? Why are you leaving?Where are you going?To the final Tournament of Roses paradein Pasadena.They've moved it to this weekendbecause all the flowers are dying.It's the last chanceI'll ever have to see it.Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.I never meant it to turn out like this.I know. Me neither.Tournament of Roses.Roses can't do sports.Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?Roses!Vanessa!Roses?!Barry?- Roses are flowers!- Yes, they are.Flowers, bees, pollen!I know.That's why this is the last parade.Maybe not.Oould you ask him to slow down?Oould you slow down?Barry!OK, I made a huge mistake.This is a total disaster, all my fault.Yes, it kind of is.I've ruined the planet.I wanted to help youwith the flower shop.I've made it worse.Actually, it's completely closed down.I thought maybe you were remodeling.But I have another idea, and it'sgreater than my previous ideas combined.I don't want to hear it!All right, they have the roses,the roses have the pollen.I know every bee, plantand flower bud in this park.All we gotta do is get what they've gotback here with what we've got.- Bees.- Park.- Pollen!- Flowers.- Repollination!- Across the nation!Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia.They've got nothingbut flowers, floats and cotton candy.Security will be tight.I have an idea.Vanessa Bloome, FTD.Official floral business. It's real.Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.Thank you. It was a gift.Once inside,we just pick the right float.How about The Princess and the Pea?I could be the princess,and you could be the pea!Yes, I got it.- Where should I sit?- What are you?- I believe I'm the pea.- The pea?It goes under the mattresses.- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.- I'm getting the marshal.You do that!This whole parade is a fiasco!Let's see what this baby'll do.Hey, what are you doing?!Then all we dois blend in with traffic......without arousing suspicion.Once at the airport,there's no stopping us.Stop! Security.- You and your insect pack your float?- Yes.Has it beenin your possession the entire time?Would you remove your shoes?- Remove your stinger.- It's part of me.I know. Just having some fun.Enjoy your flight.Then if we're lucky, we'll havejust enough pollen to do the job.Oan you believe how lucky we are? Wehave just enough pollen to do the job!I think this is gonna work.It's got to work.Attention, passengers,this is Oaptain Scott.We have a bit of bad weatherin New York.It looks like we'll experiencea couple hours delay.Barry, these are cut flowerswith no water. They'll never make it.I gotta get up thereand talk to them.Be careful.Oan I get helpwith the Sky Mall magazine?I'd like to order the talkinginflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.- What'd you say, Hal?- Nothing.Bee!Don't freak out! My entire species...What are you doing?- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!- Who's an attorney?Don't move.Oh, Barry.Good afternoon, passengers.This is your captain.Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24Bplease report to the cockpit?And please hurry!What happened here?There was a DustBuster,a toupee, a life raft exploded.One's bald, one's in a boat,they're both unconscious!- Is that another bee joke?- No!No one's flying the plane!This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.What's your status?This is Vanessa Bloome.I'm a florist from New York.Where's the pilot?He's unconscious,and so is the copilot.Not good. Does anyone onboardhave flight experience?As a matter of fact, there is.- Who's that?- Barry Benson.From the honey trial?! Oh, great.Vanessa, this is nothing morethan a big metal bee.It's got giant wings, huge engines.I can't fly a plane.- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?- Yes.How hard could it be?Wait, Barry!We're headed into some lightning.This is Bob Bumble. We have somelate-breaking news from JFK Airport,where a suspenseful sceneis developing.Barry Benson,fresh from his legal victory...That's Barry!...is attempting to land a plane,loaded with people, flowersand an incapacitated flight crew.Flowers?!We have a storm in the areaand two individuals at the controlswith absolutely no flight experience.Just a minute.There's a bee on that plane.I'm quite familiar with Mr. Bensonand his no-account compadres.They've done enough damage.But isn't he your only hope?Technically, a beeshouldn't be able to fly at all.Their wings are too small...Haven't we heard this a million times?"The surface area of the wingsand body mass make no sense."- Get this on the air!- Got it.- Stand by.- We're going live.The way we work may be a mystery to you.Making honey takes a lot of beesdoing a lot of small jobs.But let me tell you about a small job.If you do it well,it makes a big difference.More than we realized.To us, to everyone.That's why I want to get beesback to working together.That's the bee way!We're not made of Jell-O.We get behind a fellow.- Black and yellow!- Hello!Left, right, down, hover.- Hover?- Forget hover.This isn't so hard.Beep-beep! Beep-beep!Barry, what happened?!Wait, I think we wereon autopilot the whole time.- That may have been helping me.- And now we're not!So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.All of you, let's getbehind this fellow! Move it out!Move out!Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,you copy me with the wings of the plane!Don't have to yell.I'm not yelling!We're in a lot of trouble.It's very hard to concentratewith that panicky tone in your voice!It's not a tone. I'm panicking!I can't do this!Vanessa, pull yourself together.You have to snap out of it!You snap out of it.You snap out of it.- You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!- Hold it!- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.How is the plane flying?I don't know.Hello?Benson, got any flowersfor a happy occasion in there?The Pollen Jocks!They do get behind a fellow.- Black and yellow.- Hello.All right, let's drop this tin canon the blacktop.Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?No, nothing. It's all cloudy.Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.- Thinking bee.- Thinking bee.Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!Wait a minute.I think I'm feeling something.- What?- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.Bring the nose down.Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!- What in the world is on the tarmac?- Get some lights on that!Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!- Vanessa, aim for the flower.- OK.Out the engines. We're going inon bee power. Ready, boys?Affirmative!Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.Land on that flower!Ready? Full reverse!Spin it around!- Not that flower! The other one!- Which one?- That flower.- I'm aiming at the flower!That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.I mean the giant pulsating flowermade of millions of bees!Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.Rotate around it.- This is insane, Barry!- This's the only way I know how to fly.Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this planeflying in an insect-like pattern?Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.Smell it. Full reverse!Just drop it. Be a part of it.Aim for the center!Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!Oome on, already.Barry, we did it!You taught me how to fly!- Yes. No high-five!- Right.Barry, it worked!Did you see the giant flower?What giant flower? Where? Of courseI saw the flower! That was genius!- Thank you.- But we're not done yet.Listen, everyone!This runway is coveredwith the last pollenfrom the last flowersavailable anywhere on Earth.That means this is our last chance.We're the only ones who make honey,pollinate flowers and dress like this.If we're gonna survive as a species,this is our moment! What do you say?Are we going to be bees, orjustMuseum of Natural History keychains?We're bees!Keychain!Then follow me! Except Keychain.Hold on, Barry. Here.You've earned this.Yeah!I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfectfit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.Oh, yeah.That's our Barry.Mom! The bees are back!If anybody needsto make a call, now's the time.I got a feeling we'll beworking late tonight!Here's your change. Have a greatafternoon! Oan I help who's next?Would you like some honey with that?It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.And I don't see a nickel!Sometimes I just feellike a piece of meat!I had no idea.Barry, I'm sorry.Have you got a moment?Would you excuse me?My mosquito associate will help you.Sorry I'm late.He's a lawyer too?I was already a blood-sucking parasite.All I needed was a briefcase.Have a great afternoon!Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,and I can't get them anywhere.No problem, Vannie.Just leave it to me.You're a lifesaver, Barry.Oan I help who's next?All right, scramble, jocks!It's time to fly.Thank you, Barry!That bee is living my life!Let it go, Kenny.- When will this nightmare end?!- Let it all go.- Beautiful day to fly.- Sure is.Between you and me,I was dying to get out of that office.You have gotto start thinking bee, my friend.- Thinking bee!- Me?Hold it. Let's just stopfor a second. Hold it.I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.Oan we stop here?I'm not making a major life decisionduring a production number!All right. Take ten, everybody.Wrap it up, guys.I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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