⚔️💚~Malleus’s_Husband~💚⚔️

Transmasc Malleus Draconia with Transmasc Dragon Reader Headcannons

When you arrived in Twisted Wonderland, all eyes were on you. Not just because of the ruckus your presence caused, but the imposing stature of someone such as yourself.

The horns, the tail, the wings, the scales. Such resemblance to the absent housewarden qucikly filled the mouths of gossips.

Upon meeting the Headmage of NRC, despite his unceasing narcissistic statements, you questioned your enrollment. Such a question was quickly met with boastful statements of the esteemed college.

Finally interrupting him, you informed him of your sex and how schools in your world simply care about biololgical sex. To which, he silenced you and announced the many students who were just like you at the school like he was a walking advertisement or himself and the school.

After a while of settling in with your talking furry companion, who was nothing but deprecating remarks and gluttony, you had gotten somewhat comfortable.

So comfortable, you had begun to stretch your wings at night.

With disuse of your draconic features, the ache in your wings grew and so did the need to fly about to rid yourself of pain.

One night on one of your routine flights, you spotted an abandoned building.

Nature had reclaimed its stone and once-polished wood with vines and moss. The gargoyles and grotesques atop the building told the story of a bygone era in their design.

So, you land at the side of the gargoyle, identified by its feature to dispel water. Taking humor in its stature, you mimic its stance with your wings and tail.

It is not your own laugh that you hear below you, though.

A deep, resounding chuckle fills your ears.

Looking down, you spot a tall man with ebony horns, long black hair, and the shcool's uniform with electric green accents.

This must be the infamous Diasomnia housewarden, Malleus Draconia.

You fly down to him, now standing before the man many compared you to.

Such a night sparked many late night walks, visits to his dorm, and talks with his family.

One night, you came to the Disomnia lounge prepared to tell Malleus how you felt.

But the only one there was Lilia, who told you Malleus was in his room and that malleus must be expecting you. Little did you know, Lilia had set you up to find out something more you had in common with Malleus. And, hopefully, end your very obvious courtship.

So, without hesitation, you opened Malleus' door to find him with his shirt thrown to the side. Under his chest were two scars where a double-mastectomy must've taken place.

Quickly, you apologized for your intrusion and tried to leave.

But Malleus stopped you, telling you to come in and shut the door.

The moonlight crowned his head and body in silver. His black locks seemed like pitch in the night. His eyes were the emeralds your kind would hoard.

You'd figured out his 'secret' and now he must face you.

But what he didn't expect was the removal of your own shirt to show your kinship, quickly explaining the smile on your face.

Your body was engulfed in a hug from the prince, where he thanked the seven for placing you in his life, for ending his loneliness, and for your shared love for his family.

His thanks were met with your own, for being someone you could go to and for his wonderful family being a safe space.

You remember what you came to do and confess the feelings you harbored for him for so long.

His reciprocation is nothing short of a perfect kiss engulfing your lips. Happily, you kiss back.

In your lifetime, you had never thought such kinship could be forged with another being, yet your life had found a way to give you grace.

The same could be said for Malleus, growing up as the expected 'princess' of Briar Valley, yet becoming the prince. Though, such opposition was quickly hushed by Lilia once out of hiding.

The kiss ends far too soon, yet it must for you both need to breathe.

Skin-to-skin, you hold each other in silence. It's nice and quiet, unburdened by life, because you're holding someone you love and cherish. Your wings vaguely shield you both, but don't obstruct your faces.

Perfect, because your silence is broken by a click and shutter noise.

Lilia had taken a picture, muttering something about how hes putting this in the family photo album before scurrying off once he heard the footsteps of Silver and Sebek ready to check in with their prince before he went to sleep.

Neither of you is hearing the end of it, especially from Sebek.

At least you have each other now, no longer left wondering if there were others like you who would accept you for who you were, including the family you gained with Silver, Sebek, Lilia, and Grimm.

𝓛eona 𝓚ingscholar ⊹₊⟡⋆

he knew people were hurt, but he didn't think one of them would be you. he didn't think it would be this bad. him? overblotting? god, he feels so stupid, reckless!

he smells your blood almost immediately, his head snaps around and he finds ruggie and jack hovering around you, jacks hand checking your...pulse?

he's trying so hard not to crumble when he reaches you, but his knees hit the dirt of the spelldrive court. your body is laying still, arm bent in an unholy way and your bleeding from your leg.

he's not the type to cry, or beg or scream. but when he leans down and rests his head against your forehead, he breathes silently and feels his heartbeat with his palm.

he does dead quiet, which is honestly more scarier than yelling. others don't touch you, he didn't let you. leona takes you to the nurse himself, and stays with you until you open your eyes again.

for days, leona doesn't cry or say much, but he's much more clingy and needy for you—pulling you into his chest for hugs, holding you close to his heart when napping and grabbing your arm gently to walk with you to classes.

𝒜zul 𝒜shengrotto ⊹₊⟡⋆

azul remains consciousness with jade staring down at him, face still and eyes unreadable. the housewarden sits up with a terrible headache but then notices you aren't around. he asked jade where you are, if you're hurt.

the eel hesitates for a moment before turning his head behind, azuls gaze following him and almost instantly his eyes widen.

there you lay, still and bleeding, shielding grim still as he stays on your arms with floyd hovering nearby. there was a large gash on your leg, probably from smacking it too hard against a rock and cutting it, there was a puddle of blood by your thigh.

azul. immediately. panics. his voice cracks as he cries your name, he doesn't waste any time trying to save you. he doesn't care about his own injuries, you're the only thing that matters at this very moment.

during the weeks of recovery, azul never lets you do anything on your own. he always preps your favorite tea, makes jade and floyd walk you from ramshackle to nrc. buys you the most expensive medicine so you can recover quickly and now have a slight fear of touching you.

you have had to reassure him multiple times it was okay and during one evening, he finally cuddled you again and cried into your shoulder.

he would never want, or even think about hurting the one he truly loves most.

𝒥amil 𝒱iper ⊹₊⟡⋆

he notices immediately, infact you are the first person he's searching for afterward. fortunately, kalim was the one to lead him to you and with his own eyes, jamil felt his heart hit the floor.

your body was laying on a wall, unconscious and bleeding, azul wrapping a bandage around your fractured shoulder. your body slammed too hard into a pillar and that's what lead you here.

he shoves people to the side to get to you, "move!" he whispers yells as he pushes past others and finally kneels to your level. at this point, azul had moved away and escorted others out to be checked for injuries.

he made sure to let jamil know you will be okay, but that didn't change the fact he still hurt you! your own soulmate. the one who wants to protect you at all costs.

the one who got too out of control.

his hand shakes as he pulls you in for a hug, gentle not to move your bandage and just hold you. he just sits there while you let out soft, almost silent breaths of air.

jamil simply stares at the floor, pupils wide and he repeats. "i almost killed them..." he is so glad you aren't dead, but the guilt never went away.

he offers to change your bandages, carry your books, fix your collar when you need it too and helps you with basic needs. he cooks meals for you over and over, never satisfied until you're healed and he forgives himself.

𝒱il 𝒮choenheit ⊹₊⟡⋆

he can smell the blood before he sees the blood, vils eyes snap towards you just in time to see you collapse in rooks arms and be gently laid on the stage floor. there's multiple scars and scratches on you, but the big on his own your back, actively bleeding out and rook covering it with a price of his fabric from his uniform.

broken stone had struck you during his overblot, falling on-top of you and almost breaking your neck, but thankfully, with some miracle, you stood back to your feet until passing out again. from the lack of blood.

vil calls your name out, barely in a whisper while the rest stare off from afar. epel not knowing what to do, he just stares with widen eyes. the pomefiore housewarden is at your side on an instant, with his vice at his back as well, he takes you in his arms and holds you.

his gloves stained red from your blood, and no matter how many times he'll wash his hands it will never be enough to remove your blood from his hands. rook, gently place his own hand on vils shoulder and comforts to him you will be okay, your alive.

when you're stable, vil refuses to leave your side. he'll be with you until you discharge and is walking freely. you have a sore back, so he'll make sure to give you the best messages and creams. when your stitches are removed, he'll carefully touch the faint scar left behind and drown in a puddle of guilt, his head resting on it while he tears up silently.

hell press a gentle kiss on your scar, "my love, you didn't deserve any of this...and for that i am sorry. let me make it up to you, please?"

ℐdia 𝒮hroud ⊹₊⟡⋆

everything stops, the overblot had passed but he still finds your unconscious body, passed out by the walls of the underground. one arm broken and forehead bleeding.

idia immediately starts to hyperventilate, "no..nonono!" he practically crawls towards you and checks for your pulse, keeping a hand on the back of your head as he stares down at you.

your dirty, bleeding and scared. and it's all his fault. he wouldn't leave your side, even when ortho scans you for any other injuries and what you need for help.

idia wouldn't leave your side from the infirmy, he would ask questions and hell maybe even try to take care of yourself but ortho reminds him the nurses know how to exactly help you.

he can't lose you, he can't have that blame again.

idia gets nervous when he sees you again, afraid he'll hurt you again he tries to send you food, medicine and water from afar, aka ortho. he texts, "love you, get better soon!" and almost starts to cry because it's all his fault.

he'll do anything to prevent it from happening again, he'll finally get the courage to cuddle you again and he's never letting go.

ℳalleus 𝒟raconia ⊹₊⟡⋆

silence. utter silence.

he sees you beneath a heavy chunk of stone, your breathing shallow and leg pinned under it. your bleeding was pooled around your body and malleus almost. lost it.

he thinks you're dead, racing to you with silver and sebek close behind but keeping their distance, lilia slowly hovering closer to the fae prince and his loved one. when you rescued, out of the rubble and on the floor unconscious.

he follows you from the stretcher the entire time until you're brought into the infirmary, the nurses having to keep him away from bursting in through the door when it's been too long.

during your recovery, he visits every morning. sometimes, neither of you speak or you're still asleep. he'll hold your hand, kiss your head and sometimes cry into your blankets.

after you're healed, lilia and the rest of diasomnia notice malleus becomes more protective. always by your side, a hand on your side when walking and speaking for you when confronted about school related questions.

hes just...making it an absolute certainty the actions after his overblot never happens again.

because once was far too many times already.

end notes: mm i got lazy for some of them, mwahmwah love y'all explodes

Despite the attempts made to keep the campus calm, mayhem broke loose. Some of your friends tried to break into the blocked off hallway leading to the old infirmary (they kept you in that one so you could have a calmer environment in which to heal), but were ultimately stopped by Crewel and, surprisingly, Leona.

"D'ya think they'll be able to rest with all of you herbivores making a ruckus in there?"

It took a bit of convincing (and some force), but the mob was quelled.

The campus continued to be a bit more rowdy than usual for a few days, but after those days passed, and the news had time to set in, the campus went silent. Even those who hadn't liked The Prefect shut up in fear of getting pummeled by their many friends and supporters.

The news, of course, leaked outside of the campus after the students were informed. You began receiving gift baskets and flowers not only from your friends at NRC, but also those you'd met from RSA, your friends' families, and so many more people you had met in your time here.

The media found out about the incident pretty quickly as well, but they were barred from entering the school. Any letters they sent you were promptly thrown away or responded to in a manner that told the senders (rather passive aggressively) to leave you alone.

On the 3rd week it was announced that Crowley had officially been fired.

"Hey, Pup." a familiar voice called to you from the doorway.

You could tell by his tone that he was nervous. "I heard the news"

Professor Crewel pales at your scratchy admission. "I-. . .I see."

He crosses the room to sit next to your bed. "Look-"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at all upset, but I think I'm okay."

A moment of silence stretches out between you.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

You no longer need to focus on the ticking of the clock to keep your mind off the pain. It hasn't completely gone away, but you've gotten used to what pain you currently endure.

"I. . .I know you probably saw him as your only way home. . ."

The man trails off, unsure of what to say next and you make no move to alleviate the awkward silence.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

When you do finally speak it's in a soft, barely audible tone "--------------------"

On week 4, you're finally allowed visitors. You're given a list of all the people who signed up saying they wanted to see you and told to sift through it to decide who you do and don't feel up to seeing (the ones you don't, the staff make an excuse on your behalf to avoid hurt feelings). From there, the order they get to see you is decided by the order in which they signed up (you were given an option to pick an order, but you had no real bias).

You were rather surprised by your first visitor. In the doorway to your room loomed none other than Malleus Draconia. The man who was never clued in on events, somehow managed to get his name on your visit sheet first. Needless to say, you were astonished.

"May I enter, Child of Man?" The usually regal and sometimes smug sounding Malleus sounded almost meek when he spoke.

You nodded as a way to tell him to come in and he did so, rather unsteadily. When he got to your bed, he just stood there watching you.

A nod to the chair didn't seem to do anything so you opened your mouth to tell him he could sit down but he stopped you in your tracks when he sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't say a word, and neither did you.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The whole time he was sitting there all he did was stare. His gaze roamed over your body, but not in a way that was distasteful. He looked at you in a way that made it obvious he was simply assessing and trying to process the state you were in.

"We fae live long lives." he began. "I do expect that I'll have to watch you leave this world and return to your own or see you die someday, but I will not accept it being so soon."

"Nobody can dictate when I'll die-" Not the right thing to say! Not the right thing to say at all!

Clouds rolled in outside and the sky became unnaturally dark. You had seen this before when Malleus got mad, and any moment now, your eardrums would quake at a boom of thunder.

But. . .the thunder never came. The clouds poured buckets of rain, but there was no lightning in sight.

You glanced away from the window and up at Malleus. He was crying.

"I. . .I do not wish to lose you so soon."

That cold feeling you felt a few weeks back returned to your body and you shivered. "Tsuna-. . .Malleus. I don't want to die anytime soon either, but it may very well happen." The sound of rain pelting against the window got a bit louder. "When that day does come, whether it be soon or in the distant future, I don't want you to be sad."

Malleus took one of your bandaged covered hands in his before he spoke "You know I value your happiness dearly, but I'm afraid you may be asking too much of me, Child of Man."

"I guess so. . ." your gruff voice tickled at your throat. You had been speaking too much. However, you put that aside for the time being, "But I would at least like to ask that even when I die, you continue to remember me fondly, and not let my death taint the time we've spent together as friends. I don't like the idea of nobody wanting to remember me. . .but I guess that's kind of selfish-"

"I promise, Child of Man" Malleus cuts you off.

"Thank you."

Tick Tick Tick Tick

"May we please change the subject." Malleus asks softly as we wipes his tears with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.

You nod. "So, uh. . .you managed to get your name on the list 1st, huh?"

He gives you a quizzical look as he hands you a glass of water. Guess you weren't doing a very good job at hiding the worsening rasp in your voice. "No. There were many other names on the list when I signed mine. I just wrote mine above all of theirs."

You listen to him talk until the sun has set. He insists you not say another word as not to hurt your throat, so you don't get a chance to ask him about the severe storm that started the day the Staff informed everyone about what happened and raged on for that entire week.

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most definitely hums to himself, and would love the phantom of the opera soundtrack.

loves being gothic. prides himself on it, and has also probably worn a corset at some point.

speaking of corsets, he's very fond of women's corsets, mostly because he finds the female figure very attractive. (ahem ahem boob lover).

he just likes the curves. and the idea of holding a woman's corseted waist is very pleasing to him.

enjoys the rain, but doesn't like how it happens. (doesn't like how it depends on his mood fluctuations).

used to not use his fire magic when he was young because he couldn't properly control it.

wandered off a lot when he was a kid.

was often found in the middle of the forest, in the same large, empty meadow.

developed a habit of talking to himself from childhood loneliness, and still sometimes does it as a teen fae.

would probably actually break down if lilia died. inconsolable, and would go completely catatonic. (luckily I hc lilia to be an actual vampire so he won't be dead for a long time)

finds owls fascinating.

used to accidentally bump his horns when he got the height (6'7 my lord) and had to duck underneath doorways before they were altered in the palace.