Imagine If Malleus Was Turned Into A Gliding Lizard, He'd Be So Tiny!!

Imagine if Malleus was turned into a gliding lizard, he'd be so tiny!!

I did end up going with a lizard for Malleus's transformation rather than a dragon, I hope you all enjoy it! I think it suits him well.

GN! Reader, They/Them pronouns, Comfort

+2,100 words

“ I think they just have trouble believing that you can see things from their perspective, that’s all.”

Malleus couldn’t help but cock his head at your statement. “Their perspective?”

“Yeah. They all see you as this all-powerful super mage, you know?” You shrugged in response. “When you think someone is that far above you, it’s hard to picture them actually experiencing the world the way you do. That you actually see things…” You made a vague flattening motion with your hands. “At their level.”

“At their level…” He hummed, hand resting on his chin and thoughts appearing to be a thousand miles away. “Your insight has been greatly helpful tonight, Child of Man. I hope I have not troubled you with these questions.”

“Not at all! If you ever need a hand, just let me know. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Malleus chuckled. “That we certainly are.”

When Malleus had asked you about his inability to connect with most of your fellow classmates on his regular night visit to Ramshackle, you weren’t sure if there was any advice you could give that would actually help him out. Regardless of your direction of his appearance and mannerisms, people would think what they wished about the future King of Fae, and the last thing you wanted was for Malleus to try changing anything about himself. But maybe if you could get him to understand that it isn’t necessarily his fault, it would help ease a bit of the burden.

You can’t say you expected it to end like this though, with Lilia depositing a small, greyish-brown lizard into your hand after instructing you to open your palm to him. First thing in the morning and everything.

“You take good care of him now!” He chirped, and if you hadn’t reached out with your free hand to death-grip his blazer sleeve you’re certain he would have pivoted on his heel and left it at that. But ohhhhh, not today. You weren’t letting another bonkers boy slip right out from your grasp without explaining just what the hell he was going on about.

“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Oh? This was your idea, wasn’t it? For Malleus to get to see things…” He perfectly copied the hand motion you’d made to Malleus the night prior. “On your level.”

“That doesn’t explain the lizard! And were you spying on us?”

“Honey, I’m always keeping one eye on what our dear little prince is up to. That’s my job!” He gave you a playful boop on the nose with the tip of one manicured finger. “And the ‘lizard’ is gonna be your scout for the day! After a day in the life of our beloved Prefect I’m sure he’ll have all sorts of fun commoner stories to tell Malleus about when I come to pick him up.”

“So I’m just… carrying around a lizard all day? For Malleus?”

“That’s the spirit! Why don’t you show our little scaly sweetie here all the cool stuff you get up to then? I’ll be back at sunset to collect him. Have fun you two!” He reached over to the lizard in your palm and gave it a mimicking boop. “And don’t cause any trouble! Any more than usual, at least.”

And with a whirl of sparkles and a flash of a glinting fang, Lilia was gone. You looked down at the lizard in your palm, staring up at you with little, googling eyes.

"I guess… you're coming with me today?"

In response (you think?) the lizard gave you a slow blink and a little flick of his tongue.

"Alright. Not like my day could get any weirder anyway. Should I put you in my pocket, maybe? Or you could-WOAH!"

Instead of letting you decide, the little lizard took a flying leap from your outstretched palm, landing square in the center of your chest and scrabbling wildly against the fabric as it struggled to find a grip. You quickly cupped a hand under the little creature and let it clamber upward until it had found a comfortable resting place on your right shoulder.

"Jeez! A little warning next time? What if I dropped you?" A little webbed foot papped against the lower side of your cheek and you sighed, reaching up to give your new tag-along a pat on the head with your index finger. "Alright, alright, I forgive you. Just be a little more careful, okay little buddy?"

Before you could even finish bonding with your new scaly friend, the door to Ramshackle house blew open behind you. Bursting from the doorway was a whirlwind of ashy gray fur, blue flames, and shrieked, panicked placations.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Grim yowled as he veered a hard left and disappeared behind the house. From within you could hear your spectral roommates shouting for your attention, twinkling bursts of magic going off in the distance. If you had to guess, Grim had probably set the living room curtains on fire… Again.

"WATER MAGIC, YOU GUYS! NOT WIND MAGIC!" You hollered as you rushed back into the house. Looks like you were going to be late for morning classes again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Seven class periods, one free study, an incredibly hectic lunch time, and several after-school assignments from the Headmaster later, and you were barely hanging on by the skin of your teeth. Malleus sure picked a doozy of a day to send a little lizard to keep an eye on you, because it felt like just about everything that could have gone wrong did.

You spent all of your Flying class miserably landlocked, as usual, running drills and doing jumping jacks until Coach Vargas had deemed your amount of exercise “suitable.” 

Then during your History of Magics study period you were stuck looking up what ended up to be first-grade level history on the Shaftlands, missing your chance to get any of your actual essay done in-class.

In Potionology you added powdered mint leaves instead of dried, and the resulting mishap quite literally blew up in your face. Fortunately you had been fast enough to block your lizard friend from the blast with the palm of your hand, but you had to stand there soot-stained and miserable throughout the remainder of Professor Crewel’s lecture anyway.

You nearly got trampled by the lunch rush, and if it weren’t for Jack’s quick thinking you’d probably be a pavement pancake right now.

Then, as if you hadn’t had enough to do in your regular school day, Crowley had you visit every single Phys. Ed club and take their photos for the school newspaper. Does he even know how hard it is to wrangle a bunch of mean, sweaty teenagers into letting their pictures be taken? He must have, because that would explain why he made you do it.

Finally back to Ramshackle Dorm, the sun was already setting when you slumped up the steps and collapsed face first into your mattress. Homework could wait. Right now you just needed a chance to breathe.

Vaguely, you felt a small, scaly figure wriggle itself underneath your palm and lift it up. You shifted your head to the side just enough to see the lizard propping up your palm like a makeshift tent, tongue sticking out as he stared you down with big, glossy eyes. You bit back a chuckle.

“Hey, buddy. Good hustle today. Didn’t fall off my shoulder even once.”

It scampered forward, floppy-limbed and frantic, until he stopped right in front of your face. A little, suction-cupped hand papped on the side of your cheek, a tiny show of solidarity in the face of your unending workload. It almost brought you to tears.

“Thanks, bud.”

You rolled onto your side, cupping him carefully again under one palm to keep him steady.

“You wanna know the worst part of today? Worse than running laps or failing history or almost getting trampled?”

He cocked his tiny head in your direction.

“The worst part is now you’ve gotta go home, and you’re gonna tell Malleus all about what a colossal fuck-up I am.”

The little hand papped against your face again, a few times, each with increasing urgency.

“It’s true! What one thing did I get right today? I’ve been tripping over myself just to keep from self-destructing since I got here. Everything you have here, it’s so… So different! And everyone seems to have no problem with it except for me. I’m just… “

You sighed, tracing a finger up and down the lizard’s soft, scaly back.

“I’m just tired, bud. I wish it was as easy for me as it was for everyone else.”

You trailed off again, one final thought budging to be let free. 

“I wish Malleus was here.”

POOF!

You wheezed, vision suddenly obscured by a thick, purple-black smoke. Despite its sudden, engulfing power, it almost made you feel strangely at ease. It smelled like the forest right after a heavy rain, the slight charge of a thunderstorm that’s only just passed. And as the smoke coiled and curled off over the edges of your mattress to seep onto the floor, the vision of Malleus Draconia appeared before you. He was draped across the bed in a position similar to yours, mirroring your pose with a look of incredible melancholy on his face.

“Oh, my Child of Man…”

“Malle-!?”

Before you could even begin to question him Malleus was sweeping you into a hug, burying your face in the fabric of his uniform. One of his hands held your lower back, the other cradled the back of your head so gently, oh so gently. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been hugged like this.

“The world has been incredibly cruel to you today, hasn’t it?”

Fuck. Fuck. You’d gotten so good at holding it in, at taking a deep breath and saying everything was going to be okay. But in less than a dozen words Malleus had obliterated every wall you’d so carefully constructed since arriving in Twisted Wonderland to keep from having a complete emotional meltdown. Well, there was no use trying to hold it in anymore, not with the way you were bawling into Malleus’s tailcoat, heaving like you were sure you were never going to breathe again.

But Malleus didn’t shush you, didn’t say that everything was going to be okay. He just held you tight, let you pour your emotions out into his expensive shirt, rubbed your back as your sobs became whimpers and finally soft, steady breathing once more. When you could finally pull yourself together enough to throw a sentence together, that’s when you pulled your face out of Malleus’s chest.

“How did…” You rasped. “How’d you get here? Did little buddy tell you? Are you like, psychically linked or something?”

“Ah. No, not quite. My apologies for the deception.” Malleus Draconia, looking sheepish? You never thought you’d see it. “I wanted to see what your days were like in a manner as unobtrusive as possible, so Lilia supplied the idea of a minor appearance transmutation so I could accompany you.”

“Oh. So you… Were little buddy?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. That’s… That’s kinda embarrassing.”

“How so?” You honestly should have seen it sooner, with the way Malleus looked at you with those curious, glossy-green eyes.

“I carried you around all day! I like… pet you, and stuff. You watched me almost blow myself up.”

Were your eyes deceiving you again, or was Malleus actually… Pouting? “My apologies. I never intended to make you feel this uncomfortable.”

“No! No, uh. I mean… It’s fine, really. It was nice, actually, having someone besides Grim keep me company all day. I’m glad it was you.”

He smiled, soft and warm and incredibly fond. The hand still cradling your lower back was rubbing  in slow, soothing circles, nearly enough to make you doze off. “I am glad as well. I’ve always known you to be fascinating, but I never could have considered just how much weight is upon you to succeed.” He cupped your cheek, thumb running back and forth over your cheek bone. “You, my Child of Man, are unfathomably strong. Never once have I considered you to be, in your words, a “fuck-up”.”

Your breath hitched again, and you thumped a palm against Malleus’s chest. “You’re gonna make me start crying again.”

“Then I shall cease my praises. For this evening, at least.” 

Eyelids fluttering, you let yourself curl closer into him, just the slightest bit.

“Thank you, Mal. For… For just everything.”

You knew that you wouldn’t be able to lie like this forever. Tomorrow you’d have to get up and stop Grim from burning the house down once again. Tomorrow you’d have to run laps and avoid getting trampled in the cafeteria and have to justify all the homework you weren’t able to get done tonight. But that was all for tomorrow. Tonight was just you, and Malleus, and what you thought was the ghost of a kiss on the center of your forehead as you drifted from the land of the waking into a, for once, peaceful slumber.

“Sleep well, my Child of Man... My love.”

When I was scrolling through the leaks apparently it’s Baizhu in 3.6 followed by a 3.7 Cyno re run that introduces Kaveh in the part 2

all these Fontaine leaks and still no Baizhu WHERE IS HE ;-;;;;

I’m v much thinking about this 24/7 (since I’m SHORT as in barely over 5ft) so it’s goofy. Me thinks that if Satan could (prolly Mammon already has) and WOULD hold MC up, Simba style.

But throw in the HC that demons have inhuman heights/ Humans are just really fucking small. I remember reading another HC with like Asmo being the shortest at like 6 or 7 feet meanwhile everyone else is about to hit almost 9

How the demon brothers react to MC being a lot shorter then them

Lucifer:

He loves it, he knew from when he first saw you that he could easily make you submit to him. He was wrong, it shocked him the first time the tiny human stood up to him, whether it was in an argument or playing a prank on him with Satan. He also teases you all the time when you can’t reach things but instantly regrets it when you find the most ridiculous and dangerous way to reach what you need. If you hurt yourself when trying to reach something he will scold you while patching you up. He also purposefully puts things on the top shelf so he can come up behind you and grab it for you, he will NEVER admit to it though. He is always the big spoon, he absolutely can’t get enough of holding your smaller body in his arms and listening to your soft breathing.

Mammon:

When he is told to protect you his first reaction was something along the lines of

“Eh!? It’s so tiny what if I loose it!?”

He did, he has lost you quite a few times, panicking every single time until he finds you. He teased you all the fucking time, way more then any of his brothers, but somehow he is really bad at teasing you, it often turns into him complimenting you then becoming flustered himself “Yer so small human! How do ya’ do anything because of yer height? I didn’t know humans could be so adorably small! What? I-I didn’t say anything stupid human! Of course you wish to be complimented by the Great Mammon! Oh- would you look at the time I need to go take Levi out on a walk” *runs away* He likes when you curl up agains his chest because he is able to embrace every part of you effectively.

Leviathan:

You’re like his own Ruri~Chan!! He makes you cosplay as her so he can have his own Ruri whenever he so desires, sometimes he cosplay with you and makes you watch every bit of lore from the series so you can most accurately represent her. He thinks that you are simply the cutest thing ever, he tries to get you to cosplay a bunch of different shorter characters with him and do photo shoots as them. He doesn’t tease very often but if he is in a mood he can sometimes take teasing a bit too far but always feels bad about it after, also his teasing is often very… lame, nothing too overly insulting when he is normally teasing and you usually just end up laughing at his attempt. No matter your height he will almost always be the little spoon, he loves cuddling against you at night.

Satan:

He at first thought nothing of your height, your a human, your height just makes you weaker. Boy was he wrong, as he started to get to know you he took notice to how you were more like a feral cat than a weak human. He will often try to calm you down by petting your head, if you act like a feral cat, he can treat you like a cat, fairs fair! If you are trying to reach a high place he will sit back and watch you struggle for a while before grabbing it for you and holding it above arms reach for a while until you tire enough to curl up in his lap while he reads to you. He loves when you come to his room at night and he reads you to sleep while you lay against him or on his lap and your height makes it so much easier to do that. He is the big spoon without a doubt, he LOVES when you fall asleep in his arms while he reads to you.

Asmo:

You are so cute!!! He wants to dress you up like his own little mannequin (in a good way) he likes to put you in huge platform boots because he thinks not only do they look adorable on you but it will help you get around better in a house full of tall ass demons. He almost never teases you about your height because he doesn’t really care about it, he loves you for you and doesn’t really take much notice to your height when it’s not the topic of conversation. He doesn’t care how you two rest together, he loves to be touching you at all times so as long as his hands are somewhere on your boy he is content and happy.

Beelzebub:

He LOVESSSS your height, like he literally will carry you everywhere, give you piggyback rides, anything for you. One time you were trying to get a plate from the cabinet but couldn’t reach it so he just grabbed your waist and lifted you to your goal. He also has you sit on his back while doing push-ups because regular push-ups were too easy for him. He loves being able to loom over you, it makes him feel like he is protecting you while not being too threatening. He is the big spoon, I think that goes without saying, he likes to wrap his arms around you and hold you as close as possible.

Belphie:

Will you cuddle with him? Yes? Okay then he loves you, he doesn’t really care for height as long as you sleep with him (not sexually) he will tease the shit out of you if you can’t reach something though, and he will be brutal about it, though if he makes you cry or angry he will feel bad and ask to cuddle while he takes a nap afterward. He also likes to pet your head when you are angry, he never knows what the outcome of that action will be, will you calm down and lean into his hand? Or will you growl and bite him? It’s honestly a fifty fifty shot, but he thinks it is worth the risk. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cuddle while he sleeps, he will often wrap all his limbs around you and cling to you all night… or day.

Imagine being Al Haitham and Kaveh roommates. Nothing romantic just plain chaotic.

Imagine finding yourself outside, sitting right beside Kaveh on your doorstep as the two of you just sat there in silence. Nothing but pure silence as the two of you waited for Al Haitham to arrive. "What are you two doing outside?" "..." "..." "You lost your keys didn't you?"

Imagine waking up at 3 am, walking up groggy in the kitchen to go fetch yourself some coffee only to bump into Kaveh, looking all tired and exhausted making you almost scream if you didn't recognize that messy hair. "What the heck?" "My bad, I about to finish my plate.." "Is that a coffee? Thanks!" "Hey! That's mi-" He was cut off with you pushing your hand into his mouth to shut him off and carefully ran back into your room with his coffee in your free hand. "What the heck Kaveh?! How many shots did you put in here?!"

Imagine at 6 am in the morning, you happened to come across Al Haitham as you made your way out of the house, "Ain't going out today?" "No." "Okay, I'll be back by 4 in the afternoon." "Okay." He spoke never once looking away from the book he was reading. "Okay, have a nice day!" "Hmm. Wait." Looking back at him, you see a familiar key coming towards your face with a great speed but before anything else could happen, "Thanks" "Well don't want you and Kaveh sitting like a homeless individual outside the house." "..." "You know what? Fuck you."

Imagine that same day you end up coming home far more later than scheduled, looking down at your pocket watch and the dim house in front of you, you cannot help but to curse. It was a good thing you had your keys with you this time or you might have to spent your night outside, probably out in the library. Being careful and quiet as you enter the house, making sure to lock it behind you upon entering.

Imagine the first thing you notice upon entering the house was Al Haitham being in the same chair you've seen him this morning but this time, the guy was peaceful sleeping still. It was hilarious to be honest, wondering why he was sleeping in there in the first place. But then shaking your head, you just go and fetch him a blanket when you happened to come across Kaveh's opened room, glancing inside upon curiosity, you happened to see the guy just like Al Haitham as sleep right in front of his plate. "Oh Archons these two."

"Rare to see you two barely bickering on breakfast." You pointed out upon entering the kitchen with a yawn. Then you flinch, looking at the two person glaring at you. "Wa.. what?" Are they actually mad for not putting them on their beds yesterday? Well too bad for them you can't afford to carry them.. "Where were you yesterday?" "At work? Some shit happened I end up working overtime." "Even at your birthday?" "Huh?" "Don't huh me. We didn't get to celebrate your birthday yesterday-" "But today is my birthday?" "Eh?" "Oh."

Imagine the way Al Haitham let out a deep sigh, Kaveh looking like he was struck by a lightning was enough to make you chuckle. "Awwe. You guys plan to celebrate my birthday? Thats nice." You chuckle at the two, joining them in the table with breakfast in hand, purposely sitting in between he two of them before they bite each other off by the looks of it.

Imagine the way the day went off like that, Al Haitham placing a cake on the table after having your breakfast. To be honest, this isn't surprising at all as they did this ever single year ever since the three of you have graduated the academia. And yet it never failed to make you feel treasured by your friends. With these guys you actually feel like you've found your new home and family.

"Happy Birthday." "Happy birthday (First name)!" The two greeted you, with the usual genuine smile on Kaveh's face and a rare smile on Al Haitham lips. Throwing your arms on their shoulders as you lean down to blow the candle lit up on the cake. "Thank you." You laugh.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2022°

My Yuu, Erin: That’s not gonna change the topic birdman. What are you? It’s not surprising if you were a simp for Headmage Cristal- *stops mid sentence* Crowley: W-whatever could you possibly mean?

Erin: Ain’t no fucking way…

(I couldn’t find the gif so image it iss)

Yuu/Isabelle: Why does Headmage Cristalería call you babygirl?

Crowley: How about we stop talking for a while?

I DONT THINK I SAID IT ANYWHERE BUT THE PLATONIC TWEELS GOT ME IN FEELS

😭😭

Shrimpy Protection Agency🤧

Hi hi! Could I order a scenario of how Jade and Floyd would react to MC hiding behind them because they’re being chased by bullies?? Maybe grabbing onto the tweels (о´∀`о)

I like to think they’d be surprised of someone hiding BEHIND them instead of FROM them lol..

I'm a sucker for platonic tweels! This is my lifeline rn!!

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Shrimpy Protection Agency

Three of the more troublesome NRC seniors decided that they weren't too pleased with all the attention you were getting, having been in Twisted Wonderland for only a few months.

The students decided to corner you in the hallway, much to your surprise and demand that you apologize for the trouble you've stirred up.

When you refused, they accused you of being disrespectful and threatened to hurt you if you didn't start respecting your upperclassmen.

Through your fear, you managed to slip between the students and make a break for it.

You knew they were older, stronger, and faster than you so you wouldn't be able to outrun them.

Your only hope was to hide.

You frantically searched for a place to hide as you sprinted into the courtyard.

You were hoping someone would be there to stop the upperclassmen from pummeling you but it was empty.

No, not empty.

On the very far side of the courtyard, hidden in the shadows, the Leech twins stood, both looking mildly bored.

"Jade! Floyd!"

They both perked up upon hearing your voice.

What was excitement to see you, quickly became confusion as you ran to them and wrapped your arms around Floyd's torso from the back, shielding yourself from your pursuers.

Jade almost never showed his emotions on his face which made it all the more terrifying when his expression darkened as the bullies followed you to the courtyard.

All three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw the intimidating look on Jade's face, worsened by the wide-eyed and manic Floyd.

It wasn't usual to see either of them, especially Jade, without their signature customer service smile on, even when threatening someone, but when it came to you, there wasn't any pleasantry.

They didn't even try to pretend like your bullies weren't in danger.

"I will give you 10 seconds of silence before I begin my pursuit," whispered Jade, though the attackers heard him loud and clear in the echoey silence of the courtyard.

The one that appeared to be the leader scoffed and nervously chuckled.

"You're just a second-year. I'm not afraid of you. And I sure as he11 wouldn't need a headstart."

"Oh, you misunderstand," Floyd laughed, his eyes still crazed. "Ten seconds wouldn't help you for a headstart. We're giving you a chance to pray to every God who'll bother to listen to a pathetic bottom-feeder like you."

"You're monsters!" one of the goons screeched after a few seconds of listening to their panicked breathing. Both twins just smiled in the same unsettling form.

"That bridge was burned a lot time ago, my friend," Jade chuckled menacingly before he went back to staring into the bullies' souls. "5."

"Listen, dude! We were just messing around!"

"4."

"Okay, you're seriously starting to freak me out!"

"Better get on that praying then. 3."

"I'm gonna... tell the headmaster!"

"Oh, I'm so scared. 2."

"Guys, let's get out of here!"

"That little shrimp isn't worth this."

"Only I get to call them that!" Floyd screamed after the goons as they stumbled over themselves to get away.

You could hear the bullies leaving but you still slayed firmly attached to Floyd.

"I'm a touch offended you didn't latch into me that way. Do you trust Floyd more than me?"

You looked up to see Jade smirking at you with his usual calm composure, much opposed to his "predator mode".

"I'm sorry," you sniffled, though you all knew you didn't really mean it. "Next time, I'll hide behind you instead."

"Oh, no, no, no, Shrimpy," Floyd glared at you. You could tell it wasn't directed at you specifically but it was still intimidating. "There's not going to be a next time."

"At least we can agree on that note, brother dearest," Jade mused, brushing a hair behind your ear. "We'll make sure no one will ever mess with you again, Y/N."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, that's a secret," Jade put a finger to his lips and you could see the angry fire behind his eyes.

"You can hug me anytime you want though, Shrimpy!" Floyd chimed in cheerily. You laughed and leaned into his chest.

"Thank you so much. I don't know what I would've done with out you," you sighed and grabbed Jade's hand, tugging him into a group hug. "I love you. Both of you."

Jade wasn't usually particularly affection and Floyd didn't often practice restraint but both of them cared enough about you to just smother you in a brotherly hug, as long as it will make you happy.

Jade and Floyd made eye contact over your shoulder, making a silent agreement to break every bone in your bullies' bodies and make it look like an accident.