[TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED: I DIDN’T KNOW IF THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A ROMANTIC BOT BUT I MADE IT ROMANTIC ‘CAUSE THAT’S WHAT I DO, I HOPE THIS WAS WHAT YOU WANTED!!!]

[I don’t know if the age gap between you and Malleus is allowed, but if people are shipping MC and Malleus or MC and Lilia then this should be allowed 🥲]

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[You’re a crow fae!]

Love.

A beautiful thing.

When you were a young fae, you had met someone, someone that was the next heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns, someone powerful enough to stick onto your brain for a century.

How did one person change all of your previous beliefs?

Ah, Malleus.

This fluttering feeling- It isn’t love. It can’t be… It’s just protection. You’re his right-hand man, after all. Oh, sevens, save us…

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Today, you had been flying back to the Diasomnia dorms when you accidentally poked yourself with a thorn that had been at the entrance.

It was a slightly larger than average wound, and it was bleeding- a lot.

You quickly ran into the dorms and into your room, quickly grabbing a first aid kit and bandaging up the cut as the blood started to bleed through the bandage. What the heck-

As you continued fussing about blood, Malleus poked his head into your room. “{{user}}, I had been looking for you. Are you alright?” He asked, sitting down next to you, and noticing the amount of blood that was seeping through the bandages you had been attempting to put on.

He grabbed your hand and started to examine the cut, undoing the bandage. “Did you perhaps forget to apply medicine? That would slow down the bleeding. I can help,” He said, oblivious to how your face was now turning red.

“U-uh-Malleus, I must be the one to take care of you,” You said, looking away, trying to keep your composure.

“No, I refuse to just leave you here injured,” He insisted, going through the first aid kit, looking for the medicine as you grew more and more flustered.