#adopted sibling reader

❥ — malleus draconia with a g/n, human, and adopted younger sibling! reader (twisted wonderland) - PLATONIC

note: majority of the story takes place where malleus is a child, so he’ll act very different than he is right now

When Malleus was born, it was during pure chaos. The war, his mother’s death in exchange for his safety, his fathers unsolved disappearance, his confinement in his own egg, his lack of love and care from his deceased mother…It truly couldn’t have been more worse. Lilia’s love had tried endlessly, but to no avail until he finally reached Malleus’ grandmother when his egg began to symbolize his near death.

And then there was you. His younger, human, and adopted sibling.

Your birth was immaculate. No blood spilled, no confinement, no war, and most of all; proper love and care. Of course, his grandmother and Lilia took good care of him during his childhood, but at least you were born with care. Nothing like what he had went through.

Not to mention, everyone instantly adored you. Both Maleficia and Lilia of course held no favorites between you and Malleus, but the contrast of the loving attention you received from others compared to the way people walk on eggshells around him was undeniable.

He just couldn’t help but envy you.

“Aren’t they just adorable, Malleus?”

Lilia had asked cheerfully, clueless to whatever was wrong when you were first introduced to Malleus.

Said person merely narrowed his emerald eyes at your sleeping form in response, the slits in them a little weaker than his present self’s own split pupils. His curved horns were smaller, sharp fangs weaker, and his black hair longer and down.

You were so small. Hands so grubby and tiny, cheeks chubby and soft, nose tiny and button-like, even your feet. If someone were to drop you, you’d just break, wouldn’t you?

What a hassle…Malleus never felt this way when he saw Silver, maybe a little skeptical, but never envious. Perhaps it was because Malleus would be living with you and forced to view you as his sibling, despite you clearly being nothing like him and having a somewhat better life than his.

“They’re so tiny…They don’t fit here, Lilia. You should bring them back to their parents…” Malleus’ much smaller voice mumbled, his lips curving into an irritated frown as he reached a clawed finger to pinch your cheek skeptically.

Until Lilia swiftly grabbed his wrist and prevented him from doing so, causing Malleus’ head to tilt up at him with a blank look. Did Lilia of all people truly think he was going to hurt you…? Is that just how much more special you were?

Then again, a child’s mind like Malleus’ typically isn’t a good narrator, so who knows…

His grandmother, usually cold and stoic, suddenly chuckled softly to which his head whipped to her, “I fear it’s not that simple, Malleus…They don’t fit here, right you are—but they also have nowhere to go. Just like most children when abandoned.” She softly explained, adjusting her hold on you. Despite how slender her arms were, you were still the size of an ant compared to even Maleficia.

“They’ll be your sibling now, do you understand that, Malleus?

Sibling…?

Malleus wasn’t sure why, but he felt his eye and hands twitch at that. From that day on, Malleus kept his distance from you.

He coldly watched as servants fussed over and cooed at you, as Lilia took way too many photos with you, as his grandmother allowed you into spaces once restricted, as you watched magic that you couldn’t carry yet form, clearly awe-struck. When you cried, people didn’t hesitate to drop everything to go to you, lest your tears hurt their hearts.

When Malleus on the other hand would once cry, the only reason why most people would drop everything to soothe him was so they can prevent him from causing a thunderstorm much too big for his size and age.

Pity was served to you while fear was served to him.

Thus, Malleus did none of the servants antics towards you. He never truly harmed you—he wasn’t that cruel—he’d simply just turn away when you were temporarily placed by him, form a face when you kept staring at him, likely to try and scare you away but it was always to no avail…He left rooms when you’d waddle in, and if forced to remain there; his gaze would always purposely turn away.

Though Lilia would try to have Malleus get along with you here and there, being the first out of most in the castle to notice Malleus’ dislike towards you, and certainly not being satisfied with that. Each time he saw the look of disgust that’d form on the boy’s face at the sight of you caused a frown to replace Lilia’s usual smile.

“How about you just try holding them, Malleus? They don’t bite! And even if they do, I doubt it’d hurt that hard skin of yours…!” Lilia’s voice had rung out one of those days as he held you out to said person from under your arms with a smile far too big to replicate Malleus’ current emotions right now.

An incoherent babble left you as Lilia held you out, your feet uncontrollably moving around in response to being suspended into the air, your doe eyes focused on a deadpanning Malleus.

“See? Even they want you to carry them!”

Malleus’ response was flat and irritated, “No. No matter how much the child begs and wails for me to hold them, I will not…! They are loud, needy, desire too many attentions all at once, and much too fragile! I’m certain if I even carry them the wrong way, they’ll break…! I never even desired a little sibling, yet fate decided to pass me one either way!” He rants before sharply turning on his heel and storming off.

Lilia blinked, unfazed as he watched Malleus storm off, still carrying your clueless form—which was now cradled up to his chest—before sighing in exasperation, “Oh, my dear Malleus…One day, you’ll look back to how cold you once behaved towards your baby sibling and will recoil at even the mention of it…!” His exasperated gaze then diverted to you where you were staring up at him curiously with your chubby little face resting on his chest, his gaze softening.

“Don’t worry, little bat…Your big brother will surely see the appeal in you soon enough~!”

Malleus felt shame for his foolish jealousy towards you, a creature that could barely form proper words yet. He tried to lie to himself that it was merely because you were human and he was a fae, that attachment would only bring loss giving your strongly different lifespans, with you being temporary and him eternal.

But he knew for a fact that wasn’t the truth, nor did that explain the dirty looks he can’t help but send you sometimes.

And of course, curiosity had decided to kill the dragon one day.

The castle was, as usual, eerie and silent; Lilia having left long ago to take care of his actual child, Maleficia busy in the matters of the Briar Valley’s royal council, and you…Peacefully asleep in your crib.

Malleus wandered the halls alone as he always did, his footsteps soundless against the porcelain tiles of the dark castle. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the door to that nursery he always refrained from getting too close to.

Likely because you “hailed” it as Malleus would describe.

But the door was open, revealing small details of the somewhat colorful room mixed with dark themes, mostly due to the castle’s design itself.

“You should go. Lest you get too attached.”

One side told him.

“You should still check on them…Even if it’s not out of pure kindness, just to see what all the fuss is about.”

The other quipped.

Malleus’ small hands curled up into fists before he ultimately shifted one foot in-front of the other, turned his body to the nursery room, and began making his way in.

The room was dim, only lit by lovely enchanted lights to avoid disturbing your beauty sleep, the curtains, though they had a dark green theme, had sweet trinkets added onto them as suggested by Lilia, and over the crib was a protective barrier to prevent any attempts at harm towards the resting child.

It wasn’t visible to most, but Malleus easily spotted it as the barrier was made with unmistakable fae magic, hence the strength of it.

Malleus slowly leaned over once finally reaching your crib, and his shadow, intimidating horns and glowing green eyes and all, towered over your small figure, looking like a certain furious dragon ready to curse you to eternal sleep by pricking your finger once you turn 16, all for being forgotten.

But that wasn’t it at all. Once the shadow leaned closer, it revealed a confused and quite gloomy little boy. Malleus’ expression was blank, though his eyes were narrowed slightly as if he was trying to solve a riddle.

You lied in the crib, small hands curled up into little fists against your chest as a dark green blanket with draconic symbols embroidered into it was wrapped around you snugly. Your mouth was open like a soft sigh and your eyes were closed peacefully, chest rising up and down as you slept.

This was it? This was what had everyone cooing and fawning over…? That small flicker of annoyance couldn’t help but shine in Malleus’ narrow eyes.

He finally spoke, “I…Still fail to see the appeal. You look like a hairless monkey, just like Silver…” He grumbled, leaning a finger over and gently poking your chubby cheek with his claw, “Hmph…Or maybe worse…Silver was at least cuter.”

“You’re so ugly, one could almost feel sorry for you…”

As if you had heard what he bluntly said with the straightest face ever, and then grew offended, your eyes slowly opened and landed on him instantly. Malleus stiffened, immediately retracing his hand as he slightly stepped back, eyes widening.

He didn’t hurt you with that single touch, did he? Were you truly that frail? Were you going to get afraid of him and his scary appearance, and begin to wail endlessly to grab every servant and his grandmother’s attentions, thus making him forbidden from ever going near this nursery?

You blinked groggily and unfocused, and then—instead of a soft frightened cry leaving you—you began to babble softly, one more of curiosity than fear. Then, your arms suddenly lifted up unsteadily, stubby fingers opening and closing at the boy in-front of you.

At Malleus.

Malleus blinked rapidly in confusion as a response. There was no fear in your antics, just pure, immediate trust; that was how naive you were.

“What are you doing, child…?” He mumbled in absolute confusion, furrowing his brows.

Your own response was a delighted babble, kicking your feet impatiently for him to lift you already.

Malleus narrowed his eyes stubbornly, “No. You can put your arms away and rid of the idea of me holding you...” He snapped softly and childishly, nose scrunched up in distaste.

You answered with another loving babble.

“Stop that…!”

As if your brain finally registered his angry dismissal, your bottom lip began to tremble and your feet began to kick more as you let out a frustrated squeal, seeming to actually be offended by his refusal.

Malleus huffed in annoyance, close to setting something aflame with his lack of emotional-control when it comes down to his powers, “If I carry you, will you finally cease?” He asked exasperatedly as if you could respond.

A sniffle only left you paired with another babble as your fingers opened and closed at him once more, growing more and more impatient.

Malleus grumbled, looked at the door to check if anyone was nearby, and when he was sure no one was there, he leaned down to slide his hands beneath your arms and prop you onto his hip, against his chest, mimicking how he’d see Lilia and the servants carry you.

“So spoiled you are…I was never so…Needy at your age!” Oh yes he was.

Instantly, you let out a childish sound of delight and your grubby hands quickly found their grasp on the closest thing. His horns.

Malleus grunted in surprise in response, nearly stumbling back as you gripped and tugged, “Wha—you brat, let go! These are not—erk…!” He grunted, his lips curved into an angry little frown that lacked the intimidation his anger now holds centuries later.

You paid his words no mind, continuing to giggle endlessly as your tiny hands clutched harder onto his horns as if you had found the rarest gem ever that you were not going to let go of anytime soon.

Malleus finally managed to latch you off, holding you a good few feet away from him in the air, his glare meeting your own expression of pure delight.

“For such a small thing, you truly hold no boundaries…Did you not just awaken…?! How do you immediately gain such energy?!” He inquired in disbelief, shaking you gently, fortunately having the heart to be gentle, knowing how fragile you currently were.

You merely babbled in response, clearly having much more fun than he is. Your hand then reached out clumsily, desperately trying to reach for his face to which Malleus slowly pulled you closer to grant your wish.

Once your tiny palm finally landed on his pale cheek, your mouth slowly opened, “Ma…Mal…” You began, certainly focused.

Malleus felt his breath hitch.

“Mallwus!” You determinedly squealed out, clearly under the impression that was most definitely how his name is pronounced. You seemed to have heard his name being called out more than enough times to somewhat remember how it goes.

Malleus blinked rapidly at that. He recalled countless moments where he spotted Lilia desperately trying to get you to say his name or Maleficia’s, or just any word at that…But you never managed to, simply staring up at him blankly.

Stubborn was what Malleus described you as during those moments. But now, he sees the importance of the first word of a child, especially if it’s his own name.

“Ah…”

You merely cooed in response, clueless to the effect of saying his name.

“Perhaps, I do see the appeal in you…”

How peculiar.

He hadn’t put you down in that moment. As a matter of fact, he didn’t put you down the entire day, walking around with you seated in his arms like you were apart of him, ignoring the startled stares of servants who were more accustomed to the dark prince avoiding you by any means necessary.

When you babbled nonsense, Malleus responded as if you were speaking facts a grown adult would.

“Mmm…Ba, da!”

“Yes, yes…”

“Aaaaa…Bwah!”

“Truly a well-sensed explanation…There really is no one as smart as you out there, is there?”

“Eeeeee-yah!”

…Maybe you did actually understand him though.

Other times where he’d speak to you like that also included when you’d grip his horns with a “tight” grip.

When your tiny hands wrapped around the base of his curvy horns once more, instead of the annoyance he carried last time, Malleus can only hum in amusement, a grin forming onto the young boy’s lips.

“Hehe…Yes, yes…You’re very strong and powerful—the mightiest even…! Some might as well call you “The Sixth Most Powerful Being” in all of Twisted Wonderland…”

The only answer he got was a squeal and his head being yanked forward when you pulled his horns harder.

Even after that, Malleus would still play with you, sing you old fae lullabies, allow you to climb onto his tail and hold his horns whenever you please, let you drool all over him with no complaint…The sudden change even startled his grandmother, Maleficia having initially believed a curse was placed on him and was ready to begin a whole ancient fae ritual to dispel it if Lilia didn’t quickly prevent her.

Gradually, Malleus just began to forget about the jealousy he once held.

And if anyone dared to pull you away from him? It was like actually trying to take away the child of a dragon that literally hatched it. A battle.

“No. They’re very busy, you see? They will remain with me.” Malleus firmly declared when Lilia had tried to take you away from him to feed you, turning his head away stubbornly as he held your dozing figure closer, head tucked under his chin.

Lilia sighed at that, his hands on his hips in exasperation, “My dear boy…As grateful as I am that you aren’t death-staring the poor thing anymore, they still have their infantile needs, especially since they haven’t eaten ye—“ His attempt at persuasion was abruptly met with Malleus’ dismissal.

“Rest assured. See to it that I will be the one to feed and change them.”

Malleus quipped, still not facing Lilia, and instead looking at you with a fond smile as if you were truly his blood sibling.

Lilia blinked rapidly at that, in disbelief at the sudden change in behavior Malleus formed around you. From jealous and cold to loving and caring? Lilia can’t deny that he was relieved, though slightly exasperated. He was already quite worried Malleus’ distance with you would stay even when you both reach your adult years, this was a favor if anything.

And even in your school years, you two remained as bonded as ever.

“You’ll catch a cold like that, little one…”

Malleus’ voice would murmur with worry laced in his tone as his body automatically began to move towards you, stoic face etched with concern.

You can only sigh in response, “It’s just a few loose buttons, Malleus! And it’s not even that cold right now anyway…” Yet your protests fell on deaf ears as Malleus’ hands reached up to button up your Diasomnia uniform’s jacket, his attention solely on you.

“Need I remind you the durability of humans are much, much weaker than the durability of faes? It’ll be the end of me before you catch a cold and end up bundled up in your room again, sniffling over how you should’ve listened to me last time, just for you to keep doing so after you feel better…” Malleus continued, an exasperated sigh leaving him at the end.

“Wha—that’s not true!”

“Do you take me for a fool?”

Once he finished, you wasted no time in jumping back from him, sending him a big smile, “Hmph. Now that you’re done being such a worrywart, I’m gonna be off now, ‘kay?” Your arms swung around his waist as you hugged him tightly, cheek squished against his torso before you then turned and began to eagerly rush off to your destination, waving at him cheerfully, “Bye, bye now, Mally! I’ll be back before midnight, so don’t worry too much!” They reassured before turning their head and continuing to run off.

As Malleus hummed while he fondly watched your figure depart, Lilia slowly crept up beside him, seeming to have been watching from nearby with a grin that only a fool would believe is innocent.

“My, my, Malleus…You’ve certainly changed a lot around your little sibling, haven’t you? From glaring at them over their crib and making scary expressions to shoo them away to fussing over them and making sure they come back to the dormitory on time! Truly a doting big brother you’ve become, no?” Lilia spoke up teasingly, hands clasped behind his back as he leaned his body over to face his head that was still facing forward.

Malleus suddenly stiffened at Lilia’s words and quickly turned to him with a warning look, “Not so loud, Lilia…They haven’t even left earshot yet…” He whispered with an eye twitch.

Lilia tilted his head mischievously, “Oh? Afraid that your dear sibling finds out you were once sulking and fuming just by the mere sight of them? Would you believe me if I said I was worried you’d might curse the poor thing one day?” At Malleus’ silence and grumble at the embarrassing flashback, Lilia could only laugh, patting his arm—one of the only parts of him he can reach—reassuringly, “What a silly concern, Malleus…!”

“With how much care you’ve shown for them, I doubt they’d even believe that and will just view it as another sprout of nonsense coming from me…”

Lilia couldn’t have been more right in that moment.

malleus when he saw baby reader;

warnings – none. characters – loid x yor | anya, gn!reader genre – familial fluff. a/n – srsly both of yall have the same ideas HEHEHE i was so happy writing this TT hope you two enjoy!!! | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

“Papaaa. Anya wants hot cocoa and peanuts!” Your little sister, Anya, tugged the fabric of your father’s pants.

You loved nights like this. Hot tea or cocoa on the tea table next to you, a good book that you began to read, and all while curled up on your father’s lap. Ever since the Forgers had freed you from the chains of your orphanage — and past, this chapter of your life was certainly much more enjoyable.

They provided quite literally everything you needed. Education, clothes, books, outings to fancy museums, your favourite meal — they had been so kind to you from the start. You didn’t like how secretive dad and mom had to be about certain things… but that was their adult life, you supposed. You weren’t about to complain after everything that they had done for you.

“Come sit here with me, (Y/N).” Your father smiled, patting the seat next to him. You gingerly got up and patted Anya’s pink hair, silently asking her to make space for you as you leaned against your father. You sighed tiredly as you thumbed through your next find — a beautiful hardcopy of The Secret Garden that you found in your father’s study.

“Is it good, (Y/N)? I saw you looking at it the other day.” Mrs. Forg- Mom commented. You glanced up as she gently handed a freshly made cup of cocoa to you and your sister.

“Mhm. I just started though. But I like it so far.” You offered her a small smile, helping yourself to the dish of peanuts. Anya was digging through them and finding funnily-shaped ones to show your father.

The rest of the evening was spent watching the cartoons Anya insisted on watching and discussing the book — until your mind decided that it was finally time to slow down, and your eyelids started to flutter shut. Anya was already snoring next to you.

“Oh, I think they’re both asleep. Could you carry them to bed, Loid?” You heard Mom whisper, feeling the warmth of your father envelop you as he lifted you into his arms. You were too sleepy to protest — and as children are made for their parents, your arms naturally wrapped around his neck.

Living with your new family was albeit hard to adjust to, but oh how you enjoyed it! You loved them to bits and always looked forward to more nights like this.

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