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🌸: "Hey Hornton, what would you feel if you read this letter?"

🐉 reads the letter and his brows knit together; frown dipping lower the further he reads.

🐉: "'I am fascinated with the way your midnight hair sways with the chill wind. Or when your bare fingers, pleasantly warm, sometimes brush against mine. Or when I catch you smiling at nothing in particular, mayhap remembering something that made you happy long ago. I am fascinated by you.' "

🐉: "I would... feel quite special."

He returns the piece of paper. His gloved fingers mark a visible crumple on it from having unconsciously gripped it too hard.

🐉: "This sounds like a rather affectionate message, 🌸. To whom is it addressed to, if you do not mind me asking?"

🌸 hesitates, then gives him a slight smile.

🌸: "To a certain M.D."

Emdee. Whoever this person is, they shall very soon "mysteriously get visited by the gods themselves", get discouraged at the cold hard fact that they don't deserve the adorable child of man, and then he will be free to win over this love for himself.

Gender-neutral reader, Hurt/comfort. Poll Winner.

Malleus Draconia

When he saw his beloved Y/N lying in their bed, he could feel both sadness and anger bubbling up in him. Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade had made a mistake in Potionology, and you were still paying the consequences of their own actions. The dragon fae gently took off his gloves and placed his hand delicately on your cheek, flinching at how cold your skin was.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were dead. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Your name and death did not belong in the same sentence, let alone together at all. No, you were merely asleep, and of that he was glad.

He knew the cure for the curse, and he was a bit happy that he knew of your feelings for him, but that didn’t particularly mean he was your true love. The fact that you two were courting didn’t mean anything in matters like this. However, there was no harm in trying to wake you up. So, the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley held your face gently as he leaned forward.

His lips gently brushed up against yours, staying there for a few seconds. He pulled back, and upon seeing that you hadn’t moved, his heart became very heavy. He turned away and started pulling his gloves on, when…

“Tsunotarou?”

Malleus had never turned around so quickly as he rushed back to your bedside. He helped you sit up, and his chest was pounding as you looked into his eyes. You reached your hand out and held the side of his face, and the fae prince moved his face to press a kiss to your palm. Oh, he had never been so relieved.

He quickly leaned forward and placed another kiss upon your lips, and he was so glad to feel you reciprocate the affection. The Diasomnia crew was waiting in the living room, and they all stood up when they saw their leader carrying you in a bridal carry, silently announcing that you were alright.

Don’t get him mistaken, though. He is definitely going to bring pain and suffering to Ace and Deuce for inflicting such a curse upon his beloved. If he could, they would probably be burnt to a crisp. But, he will inform the Headmage so that the troublesome duo can be punished properly.