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Pride of the Fallen : your last night in the Devildom, and the Avatar of Pride is the only of the Seven Rulers who hasn't made a pact with you. Time to fix that. OM! Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Lucifer is the only one left to make a pact with. Despite everything, he's never truly intimidated you as you've always just been smitten with him. Approach him for a pact but make sure that the agreement feeds his ego, or he might refuse.

Warnings : Obey Me! Shall we Date spoilers, first 20 chapters, entirety of the first season. Smut, sex, dirty talk, female receiving oral, cursing. Kisses. Rough but vanilla sex. Somewhat public sex, in an unlocked office that all the brothers are aware of. Messy time ahead! Male and female sexual acts. Ego stroking and soft reassurances. Consensual coupling, both parties are at least 21 years of age. Unprotected sex. Lucifer's character belongs to those who made the character in Obey Me! Character reacts based on information from game and personal head canons.

Author's Note : fanfiction smut won my first poll! Thanks to all of those who have appreciated. This is mostly based on daydreams and wet dreams I've had about that last night in the Devildom. So this might be long as the story and detail has been in my head for 2 years. Also major bias, as Luci is my favorite. From the first time I saw the game, to even now, he's never not been my favorite. A reworking of our final night there. Also forgive my bad smut writing, it's been so long since I've written something like this.

".... Instead of lurking around outside, why not come inside?" The comforting low voice basically grumbled. You smile at the joy it brings you, as you welcome yourself in.

"Hey Luci!" You smile as you see his brow furrow at the nickname. You are usually reprimanded for it, but this time he just sighs and looks up with a wry smile.

"Very well MC, well played. What brings you down? You've done so well keeping all the noise upstairs. I've been able to enjoy this record, and my Demonus." He said sounding more relaxed than you ever have heard him before.

Lucifer Morningstar. Fallen angel and the Avatar of Pride. For the first time in your year of knowing him, he was lounged on a couch and watching you amused.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he was the most handsome and beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Asmo would throw a tantrum if you ever said it aloud, but it was how you felt. He was almost too pretty to look at and you felt yourself staring.

"Everything ok MC? Your usually unstoppable mouth is rather quiet." He sat up and crossed his legs with an arrogant smirk. Fuck him for being right and picking up on your unusual behavior.

"It's nothing to worry about, let's just say I'm a little distracted? Despondent as it's my last night, so I wanted to spend some of it with you." You confessed. You give him a goofy grin. "You didn't come to the party, so I wanted to bring the party to you." Playfully you tossed your hands in the air. "Me, I'm the party. I've come myself to spend time with you."

"The honor." Lucifer chuckled as he stood, towering over you as always. You swallowed something back and remained smiling. "You always bring me a lot of entertainment, so yes, it would be my honor to have your company for as long as you'd like to share it." He gave you a wry smile before half sitting, partially leaning on the front of his desk. "What about you? Have you done everything you've set out to do before you return to the human realm? No unfinished business or loose ends?" He watched your face with a small smile. Your face always seemed to bring a smile to his face these days.

"Well there's the one thing." You begin as you step closely in front of him and looked up. In a moment of assurance and confidence, you brace yourself, caging him between your arms, one braced next to each hip, using the desk as support.

"Well I haven't made a pact with you yet." You say slowly. A look of surprise from both your actions and words, it has him at a loss of words. But only for a moment.

"A pact?" He murmurs rubbing his lower face, not breaking eye contact. "I am the only brother without one. Do you truly wish to make a pact with me?"

Suddenly the tone got darker and you're caught by surprise. Swiftly he swaps positions, sitting you on his desk, ignoring the paperwork's that were pushed off haphazardly. You take a deep breath as he steps between your legs, pinning you to the desk with that action, and arms braced on the desk at your sides so that he can lean in.

"I don't know how my brothers felt about the pacts you made, but I am not another name to be simply crossed off a list." He said lowly right next to your ear, almost growling. You sucked in a breath deeply and swallowed nothing, trying to just focus on his words and not the heat between your thighs and the start of a dull ache at your core.

"Can't have you lumping me together with everyone else," he cooed, tracing your jaw with his thumb as he held your head in place. "That simply won't do."

Blood rushed from your desperately needy center to your face in less than an instant. You swallowed to prevent a pant as you thought of how to reply.

"Of course Luci, you're special, you know that." You stammered out quietly, your fingers gripping the desk for dear life, praying he didn't know how turned on you were.

His form shifted, bulking slightly and wings bursting from his back. He towered over you now in his true form. "That name again. Anyone but you would regret it," he growled, gloved hand at your throat forcing you to keep eye contact. His grip loosened and there's a moment of softness in his face. "Lucky it is you, so I will let it slide. Now let me continue." He resumed pressing closer against your core. Either he had no idea what he was pressed against, or he was doing it to make your brain draw a blank. At this point you didn't know or truly care.

"I won't belong to you. YOU will belong to me." Lucifer gripped your chin as he finished his question. "What will it be, will you still make a pact with me MC?"

It doesn't even take a moment, your eyes never leave his. "Yes. The answer will always be yes. I will form a pact with you Lucifer."

He let go of your face and gave a smirk. You felt a heat on your chest as he responded. "Good. It is done and you are MINE." He let go and backed away, but still stood between your legs.

You tried not to whine as he pulled away, leaving you cold and wanting. She took a deep breath, pressing your hand where the heat had surged. His mark would be there the next time you checked. You shook your head with a touch of a chuckle. It made sense that he'd be the mark over your heart. He lived there rent free as was.

".... MC...?" His voice snapped you back and you sat up straight. "Everything good?"

"Oh yeah, was just the after affect of the pact, I get a mark of our pact on my body. Was just taking note of its location." You explained, half truths because rejection was scary.

"Ah, of course. You are the only human I've ever made a pact with, so I often forget that part." He said amused. "That finishes things up? No loose ends now?" He asked with a smirk.

The world slows down in your mind, and before you can stop yourself. "I do have one loose end left."

Lucifer smile falters confused. "Oh? Sate my curiosity, what could be left?"

You press your lips against his. Soft and chaste, lasting less than a moment as you draw back to get a read on his reaction. Except there was nothing. His face and body had frozen, a look of surprise suddenly replaced by something unreadable.

You got the hint. "Okay, mistake on my part. No offense taken, I'll just see my way out and uhm, I'll see you before I leave tomorrow?" You try to diffuse the situation, half sliding off the desk. "Everything okay-"

Before you get another moment, you're pinned down on the desk your wrists held down above your head with one of his hands, the other gripping your chin, making sure you look at him.

"I see. I always had a feeling you wanted something like this." He murmured against your throat, letting go of your chin, hand finding it its way up your shirt, soft gloved hand gently exploring your stomach up to your chest. "I've also wanted this a long time. Now that I have your consent, you will not be making it back to that party." He grinned against your throat before nibbling. "If you can walk tomorrow, don't worry, you won't be able to." Lucifer promised pinning your hips down with his own.

"Lu-Luci-" you gasp out as he cups one breast. He frowns making you nervous, until then your shirt is discarded and you're exposed to him.

A low throaty chuckle escapes him as he gently traces the new pact mark and smirks at the position. "I see you're quite fond of me." He teased, releasing your arms so he could use both hands on your body. As much game as he spoke, he was drinking in the sight of you, quite smitten himself with you.

Now free to use your hands, you ran your hands through his hair and moaned softly as he lowered his mouth back to your neck, as he used his hands on your body. Gently he molded and cupped one breast, thumbing the stiffened nipple lovingly. He moved his head from your throat after leaving a dark mark. He captured your free nipple with his teeth and began his loving assault.

You groaned and shivered under him, wrapping your thighs around his hips and rocking against his hardening and hidden dick. Gripping his hair in both hands you whimpered desperately. "Luci!" You whined softly as he teased your chest.

"Yes love, use your words?" The cocky smirk was driving you mad. You could drive him mad back.

You grabbed both horns in your hands and wrenched his face to yours and kissed him desperately, gripping his horns at the base.

He growled against your mouth, and pushed his tongue inside, gently brushing his tongue against yours.

"I need you to touch me intimately before I lose my mind," you replied breathlessly between each maddening kiss.

"Of course my love. Anything you ask for." He chuckled kissing you once more. "I will need your assistance." He pressed his index finger in your mouth. "Bite down gently and remove my gloves." He commanded lovingly.

Eagerly you not only removed the glove, you sucked his fingers playfully.

"Love, distract me like that, and instead of destroying your pretty little pussy." He emphasized using the still gloved hand to glide over your clothed heat. At hearing your needy whimper, he chuckled and pressed his second gloved index finger against your mouth. "One more and I'll keep my promise love."

You nodded eagerly, no teasing this time, just efficient work.

Lucifer chuckled lowly as he began to remove your pants, an easy job as you only wore simple shorts, something you often wore to bed. He made a sound of approval when he realized that's all you wore, and that you were slick with arousal.

"Absolutely dripping." He murmured tracing your entrance with a single finger. Your moans reached his ears and he grinned as another idea occurred.

He dropped his own pants with a touch more involvement needed, but still made swift work of it. He sprung forth, thick and pulsing, dribbling precum from the tip.

Before you could comment, he pressed the tip of his cock against the bud of your clit gently, before gently thrusting, coating his dick in your arousal and his precum. He cursed moaning before dragging himself from your intoxicating sex. As much as he wanted to drive himself into you, he was a gentleman first, and you must be prepared.

He dragged his index and middle finger from your clit to your entrance and pulled his hand back, admiring how wet and sticky he made you with both his actions and own precum.

"Darling I need you to clean me up." He purred softly, pressing his coated fingers against your mouth.

Eagerly you opened your mouth to suck off and clean whatever he asked for. As you diligently cleaned him, he thumbed your clit watching how your body spasmed and clenched at nothing. Gently he eased two fingers into your entrance, delving deeper and scissoring you in preparation. Not once did his thumb end it's loving assault as he finger fucked your mouth and soft folds.

Choking on pleasure and saliva that built up from tending to his fingers, you squeezed your thighs together, eyes rolling back as you rocked your hips against his touch, desperate for that sweet release.

Lucifer removed his fingers, using his now free hand to keep your one thigh exposed, as he finger fucked you harder through your sweet orgasm, squirting coating the sleeve of his jacket.

The demon of Pride chuckled as he removed his finger, cleaning them himself, purring softly at the taste. He discarded his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He removed the decorative peacock pin and began to unbutton his shirt, just a few. You were a squirter and he wanted you to drip down on him.

Whimpering desperately, you humped the cooled air, desperate to be filled again. "Puh-please!" You begged desperate for his touch.

He clicked his tongue as he lowered himself between your thighs, pumping his erection do gather the precum in his hand. He the used that to stroke your folds. You could never be too wet. Lucifer could hear your whimpers and the tremble of your thighs. He held both thighs tightly. The delicious bruises it his grip would leave behind only made him shiver.

He panted softly at your clit, admiring how you soon became drenched with need. You grasped his horns but did not pull on them. Using the grip just to keep yourself grounded and able to enjoy the pleasure he'd provide.

The prideful demon nuzzled your clit gently while driving his tongue into your folds, lapping up the sweet juices your provided, tasting himself blended with your own. The taste made him greedy for more as he now used both his hands to expose you completely, using his arms to keep your thighs spread.

"Beautiful," he murmured gently running a finger to split you, but forced you to stay spread so he could watch your nectar pool up. He licked his lips enticed and excited. Once again the Avatar of greed was worshiping your core, greedy for your orgasm, greedy for your taste.

He was once again pumping his tongue inside you swirling and exploring your insides.

Your toes curled as his tongue pressed against the same sensitive spot over and over. "Gonnacumgonnafuuuuuck-" drool dripped down your chin as your eyes rolled back. You rocked your clit against whatever friction he'd provide.

Lucifer removed his tongue, using it to lash against your clit, shivering as you squirted in his mouth and down his chin. Pleased with this he sucked on your clit, desperate to keep tasting you.

Toes curled and head rolled back, you panted heavily with a whimper. "T-too much," you whined, yet you didn't dare pull away, overstimulated or not.

Lucifer licked you clean as he stood up. He ran a hand shakily through his hand, using his other to pump his cock a few times and align it.

"Can't lose you yet love. We're far from done, remember? I can't have you able to walk darling." He cooed happily, pushing himself in until he bottomed out , pressing his hips against you. He shifted your weight and legs until you were folded under him in a mating press. You squealed surprised when your knees pressed against your own chest. "Luci...?" You trembled, nails digging into his back.

"Remember this my love, for every drip you let escape, I'll be filling you an additional time. So be a good girl and keep it all." He cooed with a sadistic smile.

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Soothing what Remains : after avoiding the Pomefiore Dormleader like the plague since you learned of him, you can avoid him no longer. Vil Schoenheit, the most beautiful man you'd met or seen in the entirety of your life, had you alone in a room in Ramshackle Dorm. Platonic!Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader

Synopsis : He had you take him personally to his guest room during his stay while he leads the training camp for the SDC. As their manager, he needs a word with you. The Fairest of them All is very aware that you've been avoiding him.

Warnings : eating disorder mentioned briefly. There is self harm mentioned and discovery. A lot of hidden scars are revealed. Gentle platonic touching. Difficult confession and a softer side unknown to the reader. Mild cursing and self degradation. Comfort but not coddling. General spoilers of the game up to the beginning to the middle of Book 5 in the game Twisted Wonderland, but the focus is not on the game. Everyone involved is over 21 years of age. Anything in italics is from Vil's point of view.

Author's Note : Vil has a special place in my heart. While beauty and self confidence are extraordinarily important, he's not incessantly cruel or heartless. At least not in my head canons, and based on what I've read and understood from the game. Very personal piece to myself, as someone who has struggled desperately with self harm. Edit - this really got away and personal for me, I hope you enjoy it

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You escort Vil to his room. His confiscation of the treats from his troupe of dancers fresh in your mind. There was sympathy but despite it all, he hadn't been overly cruel about it and wasn't exactly wrong about why he did so. Still it was a shame you couldn't share the treats Trey had sent. Thankfully he wasn't forcing this new "lifestyle" on you or Grim. Your struggle with food was dark enough, and dealing with Grim would have been infinitely worse.

"So this will be your room specifically-" your explanation cut off by the harsh shutting of the room's door. "What was that about?" You asked, trying to hide you annoyance, despite it being evident in your look.

He did bow his head apologetically. "I closed the door a touch harder than intended, however I do require a bit of a ... chat with you." He said as he took a seat on the bed, poised and legs crossed elegantly. "Tell me little potato, why do you avoid me so much?" His gaze caught your own, seeming to just see straight through you.

"If I was avoiding you I wouldn't allow you to stay in my home." You replied, however it was evident that you were avoiding his gaze.

"I may be pretty Sweet Potato, but that doesn't make me dumb." He cut your excuses off with a click of his tongue, smoothing his forehead as the annoyance crossed his delicate features once again.

"Of course I didn't notice in the beginning. You a trouble making first year, and magicless to boot, and I the Housewarden of Pomefoire. We were not two people who would join face to face often, or really at all." He paused, eyes tracing over your form, an unexplainable look on his face, like he was lost in your form and how you became a part of his life.

"With each 'incident' " Vil resumed, referring to the Overblots. "You became more interesting. Even began to hear professors sincerely sing your praises. Despite your lack of magic, you excelled elsewhere."

"I can't be lazy or lax, headmaster made it quite clear he'll be happy to kick me out." You interrupt. How long had he had an interest in you? Why did it not just fade away? You'd done your best to not stand out otherwise. How did he realize your were actually avoiding him?

"Rook." Vil replied, answering the question you dare not speak out loud. "His interest was different from my own, but he has a habit of... hunting those who catch his eye. And he would cheerfully admit defeat as you used your comrades as a smoke screen to avoid his intrigue." Vil laughed lightly. "Very brave to try and out maneuver Rook. That little trick was your downfall. That's when I knew, yes, the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm was indeed avoiding me, without a doubt."

"My only question is why?" The Fairest of them All firmly kept your gaze as he questioned your reasoning.

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You look so very uncomfortable with his gaze. Vil couldn't fathom why, he had never done a thing to hurt you, never approached you. You weren't on bad terms with anyone in his dorm. Why did you tremble like a leaf when he his eyes rested on you?

"Your very being terrifies me. You're beautiful, confident, and you take matters into your own hands." You begin, actually trembling. "You've never hurt me, you've never bullied me, but I've been burnt before and you were too beautiful to trust."

Vil absorbs this in and lets you talk. He's not mad, still confused, but you did have real fear, that much he could tell. His eyes widened when you took off your jacket, revealing a dark secret that most wouldn't notice. "Wait-" he began, reaching a hand out and retracting it when you flinched.

Before him you were exposing something deeply personal and dark. To most, it wouldn't stand out much. To a man with a morning, noon and night skin routine, he could see all the faded scars.

"I'm broken and tired, and that was long before I got here." You began, soft voice still trembling slightly, hands running up and down your arms gently, as if reminding yourself of each self inflicted mark, the history of each one and the ragged reminders that marred your pale skin.

"I knew you'd be able to tell right away. Someone as strict as you with appearances? There's no way you wouldn't be able to tell that these were self inflicted." You laughed bitterly. "And this is just what is visible to the polite eye. The thought of anyone but myself knowing terrified me." Fat tears slowly began to slip and your lip trembled as you continued. "The judgment from someone as put together and confident as you would send me back to that dark space, and I'm all ready desperately trying to survive as is." You smiled sadly.

"So yes, thankfully for me, I noticed Rook's strange interest," you laughed quietly. "Call it experience of being hunted back home. Only this time I had friends. I could blend in with my Heartlabyul boys and Grimm. Azul was easy to use as an excuse, working for the lounge, so I always had 3 or more pairs of eyes, especially when I told the Tweels how uncomfortable Rook made me." You paused with a soft smile. "Floyd especially did not take that well, offering to 'squeeze' him. Of course I declined, Rook wasn't cruel or mean, I was just scared."

"Then there was of course Leona. As lazy as he appears, he takes my comfort very seriously, making sure to be around me whenever I needed 'alone time', using it as an excuse to nap either with or near me. So when Rook did show up, he'd be distracted by the sleepy lion, and Ruggie would help me slip away." You were proud to have found such comforting and genuine friends.

"And despite it all, you're here. I couldn't refuse you or Rook. Everyone is so excited about the SDC, how could I ruin that for them when they've done so much for me?" You used both hands and rubbed always the tears trying to regain control of your own emotions.

"Please Vil, please just leave me alone and I'll do my very best for your comfort and for the SDC. Even beyond the SDC, I'll run myself ragged for you. Please I'm begging you, please just leave me alone." You begged, starting to pull the jacket back on.

"Fuck." Was all that escaped Vil's pursed lips as he pulled you into an embrace, gently rubbing circles on your back with his left palm. "No. I refuse. I won't let you keep carrying your burden alone. I won't STOP bothering you until you see how strong and beautiful you are." He felt your flinch, but what he felt more were your tears as you pressed your face against his chest gently sobbing.

"You won't be alone with your thoughts anymore. I cannot share or bare your burden, but I can ease the affect it has on you. I can be here, I can pamper you, I can listen," he listed off everything he could think of, wanting to assure your comfort. "Sweet Potato, you're more beautiful then you know." He gently ran his hand over a still exposed scar, near invisible with time, but he knew skin better than most. "Each one is a sad story, with a beautiful ending. You survived Sweet Potato. Each is a badge of survival, and you deserved to survive." He assure you as he brushed away tears that he could.

"But you'll never need to hurt yourself again. I will make sure of it." He finished, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on the top of your head, gently humming a gentle soft sound as you both stood there embracing, letting this new feeling and friendship sink in.

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Something something I love you in every (Yu)universe” you get the gist

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Halloween and Masquerade SSR’s in my shop 🎃🔥🎃🔥(reblogs appreciated)!!

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I have ideas for both. So I guess it depends on what you'd like to see?

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Name-Your-Friend : You find a rather tall boy with an interesting look in your yard at Ramshackle. Despite your initial wariness, something draws you to the man and an interesting friendship blooms. Platonic!Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader

Synopsis : you make a new friend who's almost as bad at socializing as you are. He's quiet, gentle and awkward in a way that's endearing. He won't share his name, so you decide on a nickname as you confide in this mystery man. Begins the night after Riddle's Overblot.

Warnings : general spoilers about the game Disney's Twisted Wonderland. Light fluff, purely platonic and friendly, use of personal head canons and what I know about the game pre book 5. Slightly different from the in game meetings but same vibe. INCREDIBLY SELF INDULGENT BECAUSE HORNTON IS MY BEST BOY. Reader is normal font. All thoughts and musing by Malleus are italic.

Authors Note : this has been living rent free in my head since I first met Malleus in game. They can't show us every second and every interaction, so I think there's a lot of late nights he visits because he's just as lonely, and it's nice to have someone who's not groveling, calling him "my prince" or scared of him. God I love him.

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You were physically and emotionally done for the day. Grim was passed out and dreaming of tuna all ready while you began to close the curtains. As you did, something caught your eye. Something? More like someone. You couldn't tell from this distance but because of the lighting of the moon, you could see a student of NRC just staring at your house.

It definitely startled and when you made eye contact from the window you pulled the curtains shut and dropped to the floor. Why did you feel like you'd been caught peeping? After a moment of collecting yourself, you pull on a hoodie over your pajamas and stuff on your shoes before making your way down and out of the house.

The ghost trio gave light teases as you passed. A midnight tryst?! And so soon! You'd have to introduce them. You waved them off, a little annoyed but mostly focused.

Had he run off? You can't help but wonder as you step outside into the brisk air. Scanning your surroundings you find him nearer than before. He had what you could barely call a smile on his calm and handsome features. He was so beautiful you felt inferior. Shaking off the nerves, you stepped onto the dying lawn and stood beside him, looking up to see what had caught his eye.

You weren't sure if he acknowledged your presence, but he made no move to leave or brush you off. He just continued to stare up at your roof.

"Is it the gargoyles?" You ask suddenly. It was the only thing of interest you could spy. It kind of fit his spooky yet handsome appearance. "I couldn't believe myself when I was first dumped here. Old place has a lotta very cool bits and bobs, even if it is falling to pieces..." You grumble that last bit, still frustrated that Crowley had been avoiding the topic of fixing the roof, despite all your work so far. The near perfect grades you got, handling Riddle's outburst and Overblot without dying, and just generally baby sitting some of the rowdier students.

"A child of man?" Was the first thing he said. You try not to gasp, he had such a pleasing voice. "To my knowledge, this dorm has been abandoned and forgotten for quite a while." You noticed for a split second a look of confusion. Had you not been studying his face, you may of missed it all together.

"Ah yea, I had heard that from some of the ghosts and the headmaster. My name is [Y/N], I'm Ramshackle Dorms new Prefect." You explain quickly and offer your hand.

A moment passes, and you begin to feel a fool for offering your hand to a stranger. He does however accept it within his firm gloved grasp. "A pleasure to meet you child of man. I am-" he paused and shook his head. "My name matters not, you may call me what you wish. Though careful, you may come to regret it." He gave a playful smile, exposing sharpened canines. Between the horns and his teeth, you knew he wasn't human. This didn't scare you near as much as it should, but then again three of your roommates were ghosts.

"Shy?" You ask with a shrug and give it a thought. "How about Hornton? It's a bit on the nose but it's all my brain can come up with."

He bursts into laughter, giving you his first genuine smile. "You are quite fearless child of man. Truly." He gives you one last smile. "While it's been pleasant having the ruined house to myself, I look forward to what you bring to the future." He gave the gargoyles a fond look. "Remember the gargoyles as you fix things up, and give it attention." he finished with a short bow, as he burst into a beautiful green light, leaving nothing behind but some fireflies.

What a magical way to end a very long and unpleasant day. You hoped he'd visit again, he was pleasant to be near. He gave you an odd calm feeling, even though his aura screamed danger.

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You intrigued Malleus Draconia greatly. Not that he had revealed his name. Despite his overwhelming aura, you approached him with little to no hesitation.

In the following months, you'd catch him admiring the quiet of your house, even going so far as to give you advice on how to deal with the OctoTrio when they had taken hold of the dorm, threatening to leave you homeless in a world that wasn't your own and was hardly kind. Especially not kind to those without magic.

Other times you'd join him in his quiet studies of the gargoyles and surrounding forest. Occasionally you would break the silence with questions or just to add your own musing to the about the surroundings and recent event. You told him about everything, from mundane classes to nightmarish Overblotting of several Housewardens.

His favorite part about you was how you genuinely treasured your time with him. You never pushed for his identity, happy to have him as your gargoyle enthusiast friend Hornton. He found himself chuckling over the name, even when not around you. Lilia had asked about you more and more as he noticed the lingering visits Malleus spent at Ramshackle. He waved it off, merely stating he needed to check on you, his "Child of Man" who was almost completely alone in a terrifying new world, full of a magic you had never seen before. Lilia would always laugh and nod along, even going so far as to deliver a holiday card when Malleus could not himself.

Not long after the winter, he was once again in front of Ramshackle, waiting patiently for his Child of Man. He was surprised when he heard your familiar footsteps. Not surprised by them exactly, more stunned by the speed and noise that you made rushing to open your door.

"Hornton!" You exclaim and practically threw yourself at him, embracing him. It felt like so long.

The embrace surprised the fae dragon, but he caught you none the less, carefully returning the embrace. "Awfully excitable tonight aren't you child of man?" He teased lightly.

You beamed up at him with a pleased grin. "Yes! Tonight is important. It's very special." You assure him, kicking your door gently open further.

Freeing yourself from his embrace, you give him a little bow and extend your hand for his. Before he could even pout, you continued to smile at him and take his hand. "Ramshackle is finally presentable enough for me to invite you in. Hornton," you begin to lead him inside. "I welcome you in to my dorm, come have a drink or something! I'm excited, you're the first person I wanted to invite in."

"You're inviting me inside Child of Man?" Malleus asked surprised, but genuine smile and delight on his face.

"Of course! You're one of my best friends, and I wanted to share this with you as soon as I could." You led him in and rambled about how you had to enlist Azul and professor Trein to finally get Crowley to get off his ass and make the place at least a safe haven from the elements.

Malleus had stopped listening from the moment you confirmed the invite. All he could do was smile and keep his hand in yours. You truly were special. His Child of Man would always remember to invite him, always remember to have him in your life. He quite looked forward to that night, and any following adventures he would have with you.

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