If I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Found Media With A Pairing That Could Be Taken As Being Very Queer,

If I had a nickel for every time I found media with a pairing that could be taken as being very queer, and ambiguously romantic, but definitely a partnership that nothing could separate (as in, queer platonic life partners), I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, and it’s amazing that it occurred twice, and I wish that it would occur more.

Hello! I'm back in TW after a year-long break of it and I can't believe the many things that happened while I was gone 😭 The first years used to be my favourites but Diasomnia has been growing on me recently, especially Malleus and Silver haha

Anyway, can I have some platonic hcs for Malleus? Reader is a very clingy type of friend, always clinging at someone's arms or giving hugs but for some reasons, they never do any of these to him... The reason is that they're scared of making him uncomfortable and crossing his boundaries + Sebek constantly at their throat for acting too friendly with his beloved ✨Waka-sama✨ 😩

Welcome back to TW! I imagine after a year you have a lot of story to go through and catch up on and even now it's still being added on. Good luck with it all!

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Malleus with a very clingy type of friend

Malleus is so confused and slightly hurt at first

he sees you hugging and holding onto other people so why not him?

he's so :(

do you find him intimidating like everyone else does?

are you too scared to touch him?

but he doesn't want to mention it in case you feel forced to do it

so he sulks silently as you hug Silver and not him

and then he'll ask Lilia later why might you not hug him

Lilia will just tell him that he should ask you and explain that you don't have to if you don't want to

so Malleus does

and he's shocked at your reasoning

all this time...you were worried about his comfort???

all his hurt feelings have instantly been replaced by how touched he is

that's so considerate of you

but he assures you that it does not cross his boundaries or make him uncomfortable

in fact, he would be honored to receive one of your hugs

when you do hug him he is elated

he wants more hugs now

whenever you see Malleus, he's now putting his arms out for a hug

now you probably hug Malleus more than you do anyone else

he's very happy that you're even willing to touch him

Sebek on the otherhand...

he's very upset

how dare you be so close to his master and even touching him!

do you have no respect?

that's a future king that you're acting so casual and close with!

if anyone should be able to hug Malleus it should be him!

but he could never

Sebek will shout at you when he sees you holding onto Malleus

but if you let go then Malleus will start lecturing Sebek

so Sebek sulks in silence

A love, cherished dearly

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship.

Characters: Malleus Draconia, GN!Reader.

Warnings:

A very short drabble.

Tooth-rotting fluff without plot, randomly written late at night.

. . .

Propping your chin under your palm, you gazed back at Malleus Draconia, your beloved prince, lost in a light trance as he admired you with his shining, adoring eyes.

A serene smile painted his lips, emitting pure fondness and adoration for you.

You always thought that his smile was enthralling, beautiful beyond words.

It was like a promise of tomorrow, the kind of smile that puts a constellation of incandescent, dazzling stars to shame.

“You know, when anyone asks me how do I know that I truly love you, I always tell them because I can survive the day after I see your face, and I can sleep peacefully at night after I talk to you.” Malleus said softy, his words brimming with sincerity and infinite love. “I love having you in my life. You’re without a doubt, the best part of it.”

“You’re the best part of my life too, my dearest Malleus. I’m lucky to exist in the same lifetime as you.” Your voice was calm as a spring breeze, and your eyes filled with deep affection.

“Y/N, my beloved, I’m happy our hearts picked each other.”

Then and there, all you could feel was gentle light radiating in your soul, and his endearing love embracing every corner of your heart.

Meet the (grand)parent

Requested by @pyroxeene [first request wah!!]

Pair: Malleus & GN!Reader (no pronouns used, second person; reader is a Fae who resided in a human settlement in BV)

Summary: You're set to meet the Queen of Briar Valley, much to your pending anxiety. Isn't it fortunate that you have such a considerate partner [and 1 stressed out valet] by your side?

WC: 2.5k

There’s a sense of trepidation in the air. Anyone can see it in the way that your foot bounces ever so slightly on the ground, and how your gaze darts around the room, as though anticipating something dire to happen. With each shift in your chair and each sigh that slips past your lips, the looming sense of anxiety grows—and it’s beginning to get to the Malleus, too. 

“You’ll put a hole through the floor at this rate,” he finally says, his voice unusually calm for the storm that’s currently brewing. You look over at him as he speaks, a flash of confusion on your face, and he points wordlessly at your bouncing leg. You sigh and force it to stop. 

“I don’t think I’d be able to afford those repairs.”

Despite the nerves, you retain a wry sense of humor about the situation as you go back to looking around the room. It’s a lobby of sorts; a buffer between the hallway and the Queen’s Study, which sits beyond an impressive mahogany door on the far wall. With its dark red walls, wooden flooring, and impressive display of artifacts that look like they date well past your years, it almost feels like you’re in more of a museum than a palace. 

Malleus sighs himself as he leans back against his seat, his chin tilting back to stare at the ceiling in thought. You glance back his way and note that his brow is furrowed, as though something is troubling him deeply. Something probably is; after all, you doubt he’s brought many partners into the Palace to meet his family. 

Truthfully, you’re thankful that it’s just the Queen you’re meeting—if you had to meet all the Senate as well, you would have dug your heels into the ground outside of those palace gates and refused to budge, no matter how hard Malleus pulled on your arm. As someone who grew up in a human village rather than a Fae one, you still find it jarring just how different the two cultures are. Whereas one comment may be seen as a joke in the human village, it may be taken as a grave offense to a Fae. Because of this, your involvement with the Crown Prince feels more like walking on a tightrope in a storm than an amicable relationship. 

“I could just fake sick,” you finally say, leaning towards him a little with a grimace. “If I make myself look queasy enough, the servants will probably usher me out anyway. They seem itching to do so.” 

Malleus scoffs softly before looking towards you, one dark brow raising in skepticism. “She’ll know you’re faking it, and then I’ll need to justify why my partner falsified an illness to bail on our first meeting. Would you really make me go through that?” 

His expression shifts to a playfully hurt one as you roll your eyes and sink back into your seat again. “No, but that doesn’t mean I’m liking this. I feel like if I move too fast someone's going to try and curse me. It’s quite jarring.” 

“Well if someone curses you, I’ll simply curse them back.” Malleus reaches out to lightly pat your hand—perhaps out of comfort, perhaps out of sympathy—before withdrawing again. You miss his touch; ever since you came into the Palace, it feels like he’s been self-aware of how often he’s grabbing your hand, or touching your arm, or standing too close to you. You understand that he has an appearance to uphold, but still… It feels quite grim. 

You’re both soon broken from your thoughts at the sound of the door to the Queen’s Study opening. A tall, lanky man dressed in impeccable attire steps out. He fixes you both with a look before closing the door behind him an steadily approaching. Malleus rises from his seat and you follow suit, using his actions as a guidance of your own as the man pauses before bending in a low bow. 

“Your Highness, and esteemed guest. Her Majesty is presently occupied with another matter, and has sent me to share her apologies for the delay. May I get you any refreshments as you wait?” 

Malleus blinks once before sitting back down which causes you to, once again, follow his actions. “Vuldar… do you know how much longer it will take?” 

The man—Vuldar—straightens back up again. He looks slightly ruffled—his collar slightly askew, his brow furrowed deeply—and you're getting a sense that the man may be a bit stressed. “Her Majesty informed me it will be within the hour, although she cannot provide a specific time.”

“Then yes, bring refreshments.” Malleus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, an action you’ve come to learn he does whenever he’s feeling frustrated. Vuldar nods quickly before turning and departing from the room, leaving both of you alone once more. 

“An hour…” Malleus grumbles, casting a glance to the window on your left. You can see that the clouds are parting over the Valley, giving you a clear view of the many forests and hills that surround the palace, as well as the impressive peaks of the mountains beyond. He taps his fingers restlessly on the armchair. “I apologize, dearest. I didn’t expect it to drag out like this.” 

“Well, it’s hard to remain on schedule when you’re ruling a nation.” You offer him a sympathetic smile, which seems to ease him as he realizes you’re not too bothered by the wait. As he turns back to focusing on the world outside, you take a moment to carefully reflect on the situation you’re in right now. 

Perhaps you can call it in over your head. Certainly, some would. Certainly, the members of the Senate would. Old money begets old money, and you’re the farthest Malleus could find from such a category. A common Fae, born to common-folk, with no affiliation to the current court or the old High Courts the Draconia’s descended from. The woven tale of your affair with one of the most powerful men in the nation was a complex one that, if it succeeded, would most likely be on-par with the likes of other forbidden loves of the ages. A Prince and a Pauper; a nation's makeshift Saint and a forgotten footnote. You can’t help but hiss between your teeth a little at the thought, which draws Malleus’ attention back your way. 

“What troubles you now?” He asks, both eyebrows now raised in interest. It’s your turn to tap your fingers on your armchair in unrest. 

“Are we sure this is the right idea? I mean, taking me to meet your family… are we sure we’re there just yet?” You glance his way, hoping to portray your thoughts right, only to see a calm, blank look in return. 

“Are you experiencing doubt?” He asks. In a way, you are; how can one live up to a person that an entire nation practically worships? Their golden son? The hope for their future? You knew that being by his side was committing yourself to a lifetime of scrutinizing looks and whispered conversations wherever you passed. Winning both man and Fae was a battle that no one—not even the Night King’s of old—had won.

“I’m experiencing concern, not doubt,” you counter, biting your lip as you do so. Malleus hums and nods in understanding at the change of phrasing. 

“Concern… yes. I suppose there is much to be concerned about.” He taps a finger to his lips before shifting to face you more directly. “Do you feel like you’re not good enough to be here? That you’re not up to par to meet the Queen?”

“Yes,” you counter, frowning. Malleus nods slowly as his eyes narrow. You can see the thoughts spinning in that mind of his and you remain quiet, allowing him to form the a coherent train before he continues. 

“My father was a commoner, you know.” 

It’s not a sentence you expected him to say, and it takes you aback as you look at him. Your expression must’ve spoken your thoughts quite clearly, because it makes a smile spread across his face and a chuckle escape from his lips. 

“Yes, my mother raised hell in the courts when she decided he’d be the one she’d marry. According to Lilia, who goaded her on about it, there were many instances where nobles tried to buy her off, to persuade her that a future queen would not benefit from marrying a man who spent his days strumming a lyre and singing in pubs—us Fae have a weakness for musicians, you know. Even my grandmother was convinced that she was simply going through a phase that she’d get out of soon enough.”

“But she didn’t?” You ask, your own lips pulling into a grin. 

“Well, I’m here, am I not? It was a hard fought battle, but my mother was more stubborn than my grandmother—a trait she inherited from my grandfather, I dare say—and she eventually outlasted everyone in the court. Their marriage was a happy one, right up until the end.” Malleus sat back again and sighed. “This is not my grandmother’s first encounter with one of her own looking to have a commoner as a partner, nor is it the court’s. If anything, I think you may be far more qualified than my father ever was for this.” 

You chuckle at the image Malleus paints. His mother, squaring against her mother and an entire court, with Malleus’ father standing slightly behind her as though she was his own personal shield. You can see that Malleus inherited both her tenacity and her stubbornness—as well as his father’s musical traits. You feel his hand lightly rest on yours again, and sigh in relief. 

Perhaps this will be okay, after all. 

—--

Sometimes, overconfidence can only take you so far. Vuldar brings you refreshments and vanishes again. You and Malleus carry on conversation after conversation; about the ongoing of the Valley, about NRC, about what you’ve both been up to in your free time. Soon enough, the study door opens once more, and Vuldar appears again with his usual stoic look. 

“Your highness, esteemed guest. If you’re ready, you may enter.”

And just like that, you feel your stomach drop once more. You look to Malleus, who offers you a light touch of reassurance on your arm, before you’re both rising and entering the Queen’s Study. It’s only when you’re in does the reality of this really start to hit you, and you don’t even register Vuldar closing the door in your wake. When Malleus drops to a low bow, you follow suit without even looking at the Queen first. 

There’s a moment of drawn out silence as you stare at the carpeted floor, only your breathing and that of Malleus’ audible in the room. Finally, a calm, commanding voice speaks from somewhere in front of you. 

“Rise, and be seated, both of you.” 

You straighten up and follow her directions, and it’s only when you’re seated do you finally raise your gaze to look her way. 

Queen Maleficia is someone that you can immediately tell is related to Malleus. They share similar electric queen eyes and dark hair—although you do see streaks of silver in hers. They have the same horns, and the same porcelain skin as well. The only telltale difference between them is that Queen Maleficia’s markings on her forehead are displayed, whereas Malleus stubbornly keeps his hidden by his bangs. When her gaze meets yours, you feel a jolt of anxiety race through you. 

It feels as though she’s observing you, as well. 

“Well.” She finally says, looking from you and back towards Malleus. You feel your shoulders relax as you’re unburdened from that stare. “I must apologize for the delay; as you know, the Senate can be quite… needy in their reports.” 

“Lord Voss?” Malleus hums, and his grandmother cracks a small smile—an expression that seems to instantly make her more comfortable to be around. 

“Lord Voss.” 

“As expected. Fortunately, we didn’t mind the wait too much, did we?” Malleus looks your way, and you realize this is his method of integrating you into the conversation. You clear your throat and offer Queen Maleficia a nod. 

“Not at all. The refreshments and the room were quite nice.” 

Your answer seems to please her as she gives a small hum in response. “Good, good. Now, it’s to my understanding you grew up in one of the human villages in Briar Valley, yes?” 

You nod slightly. “Yes; I was born in one, and I’ve lived there since. It fits me well enough that I see no reason to leave.” 

“And how do you find the human villages? Are they quite adequate? Do you find that you have enough amenities to get you by?” Queen Maleficia fixes you with an interested look, and you’re beginning to feel that this isn’t just trying to learn more about you; if anything, it feels like she’s collecting information about the status of her nation. You suppose a Queen never stops her work. However, Malleus certainly does, and he politely clears his throat to interject. 

“Grandmother,” he says, his voice low with a hint. He raises an eyebrow at her. “Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?” 

Queen Maleficia flashes him an innocent look as she leans back in her seat. “What, dearest? I was just curious. Your partner may have a diverse perspective that I don’t get to hear too often.” 

You tune in on the word choice of partner, and send Malleus a slightly wide-eyed look. For some reason, something seems significant that his Grandmother chose that versus something like ‘commoner’, or ‘friend’. Malleus seems to tune in as well as a slow, slightly satisfied grin tugs on the edge of his lips. 

“Well, perhaps you can speak with my partner further about that over a meal. We just wanted to come and greet you, after all. To show you that we have arrived safe and well.” 

Queen Maleficia hums again as she glances towards you. “Tell me—are you a musician, by chance? Or a bard?” 

Confusion flashes through you at this. “A bard…?”

“We did not meet in a pub, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Malleus counters, pinching the bridge of his nose again. Queen Maleficia chuckles and raises a hand. 

“Calm down, dear. It already happened once—I just wanted to ensure it wasn’t happening again. I will gladly join you both for dinner, if you’ll have me. It will be interesting to hear your perspective on Briar Valley from the viewpoint of someone closely affiliated with our human residents.” 

She gives you a smile that’s both amicable and polite, and you find yourself relaxing further. Between that and the banter she had with Malleus, you’re coming to see that she’s not just the Queen—she’s also a grandmother, and a very sly one at that. Malleus nods politely before standing and gesturing for you to do so. 

“Then we look forward to it. But please, don’t just speak about politics the entire night—you are meeting my partner, not a future advisor.”

“Oh, but the opportunity for both is always there,” Queen Maleficia counters, her grin now becoming more coy as she offers you both a wave. “I will see you tonight. For now, I must return to my… babysitting duties, it seems.” 

You chuckle a little at the realization she means the Senate and, with the feeling of Malleus’ hand resting on your lower back, you depart—looking quite forward to your dinner tonight, despite everything.

We don't talk about platonic marriages enough

I am bisexual. My partner is aroace. We are in a queerplatonic relationship. We have been together for around 4 years and got engaged a little over 1 year ago. We don't do romantic things (we do sometimes, but not usually.) and we don't do sexual things. There's no romance, but we love each other. It is 100% platonic. But I ALWAYS feel the need to clarify this with people we meet that, it's not "oh haha we were best friends for so long we just decided to get married teehee" NO It's still love. We live for each other. We would die for each other. We are attached at the hip. We are each others most important thing in the entire world. Just because we don't kiss or have sex doesn't mean it's not love. I LOVE my fiance in ways words can't explain. And they love me just the same. Just because it's not romantic doesn't make it any less of a relationship. Just because it's not sexual doesn't make us any less engaged. I am going to marry my fiance, my best friend, the love of my life, and I need people to know that it's not because we couldn't find anyone else. It's not because we said we would if we were still single at X years old. It's not a trend or a phase or anything like that. I'm going to marry them because I LOVE them.

@skittlescripts <3

ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜꜱ ♡

notes: told myself i should start writing for the other characters more and also get a healthier sleep schedule so here is me writing about my fairytale prince malleus draconia at 2am again! very short compared to what i usually write but oh well

contains: malleus draconia x gn!reader

warnings: none

Waking up beside the crown prince of Briar Valley on a weekend had to be one of your favorite aspects of daily life. There was no pressure to get up early; at least usually, if your boyfriend wasn't training with Silver and Sebek in the courtyard behind the Diasomnia main building. The sun would break through the window and your eyes would flicker open, only to find Malleus still asleep beside you. He looked ethereal, resting like this. From the moment he started sleeping next to you at night, he always seemed to have a smile on your face.

"Even in my dreams you're right there by my side. So why wouldn't I be smiling?", he had told you with a serious expression when you asked him about it one time.

Malleus always had to be touching you in some way when you were sleeping. Either he held you tightly within his arms or his hand was resting on yours. After being alone for so long, he longed for your warmth and almost instinctively reached for you when you had turned away in your sleep or left for the bathroom. It made you chuckle quietly, as did the occasions where he mumbled in his sleep. "Y/n...they put a new gargoyle on the library building....you wouldn't miss out on seeing it with me, right?", he'd whisper barely audible and you squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss to the markings on his forehead as a means to silently reassure him that you would love to see that new gargoyle in his hypothetical dream scenario. He seemed relieved after you did this.

You held him for a while, looking down at his peaceful expression while gently caressing his face and running your fingers through his soft hair. "I love you", you whispered, leaving a soft kiss on one of his horns, making him sigh happily and let out a quiet "hmm" in response.

You could feel him waking up, shifting slightly in his position. Your lips met his in a lazy 'good morning' kiss. Malleus kissed back immediately, slipping his tongue into your mouth and sighing into the kiss. He pulled you closer and nuzzled your neck, "I wouldn't mind if you woke me up like this every day", he mumbled quietly, his voice still raspy from a good night's sleep. "True love's kiss, huh?", you joked, your smile full of pure adoration as you saw Malleus cling to you like this and obviously enjoying every bit of affection you gave to him.

No matter how difficult the day before might have been, waking up next to Malleus held a sense of comfort you wouldn't want to miss out on.