[ Prompt: Hope ] Just Stay (TWST)
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fandomocweeklyFandom: Twisted Wonderland
Characters: Tristan (OC), Malleus Draconia (Canon)
Relationship: OC x Canon
Rating: Mature
Words: 936
Warnings: Very brief mention of past trauma and suicidal ideations
Notes: Wrote this for Malleus' birthday on 1/18, plus I hadn't written anything for MalleTri in a while and figured why not! Mind the above warnings, but otherwise enjoy!
“My parents always made me think I wasn’t worthy of love, that I was just some burden when I lost my usefulness as a bargaining chip that one parent could use against the other. I couldn’t take it anymore and thought my only way out was—was to end it all.”
Tristan was always thankful for the peace that nighttime brought, even more so when Malleus was by his side. Tonight’s little excursion comes in the form of them watching the stars go by as they stood on the balcony of Malleus’ dorm room, with Tristan baring his soul as he spoke of his past—The abuse he suffered under his parents, his peers, and even his ex-boyfriend. Forever dealt a bad hand left and right with no end in sight. The pain was so heavy to hold onto all these years, even heavier as he put it all out in the open. Malleus stood nearby, silent and unmoving as a gargoyle as he listened.
“I can’t lie," Tristan continued, trying to keep his voice from cracking. Envisioning the past left him shaking, the icy bite of the pain he endured coming back to reopen his scars anew. "A part of me wanted to live because I was stupid enough to think that I didn’t deserve any of it. Nobody should have to go through all that suffering, ya know? Another part of me thought that maybe everything was a sign that I ‘didn’t have a right to live’ as my dad always put it, that was easier than facing what I thought was the truth: that no one wanted me around—“
A flash of lightning cuts him off, followed by a clap of thunder that threatened to shake the ground beneath them. Tristan’s eyes dart about in confusion before he turns to Malleus for confirmation that he wasn't alone in what he just witnessed. The dragon is still silently cemented in place, but the rage in his eyes is palpable. The railing nearby suffers the brunt of it, cracking under the weight of Malleus’ grip.
Fear clawed at Tristan's back, wondering if he had said something to upset him. "M-Malleus, you'll break the railing."
Malleus was so lost in his trance that he forgot his own strength, releasing the railing before it can fully succumb to his rage. The structure is the least of his worries.
"I care less about this fickle stone and more about you."
The sky begins to clear as Malleus speaks, bringing his boiling rage to a simmer. His anger is best saved for those who had brought Tristan to this point, not the victim himself.
"What you've told me thus far is nothing short of horrifying. I had prepared myself for the worst when it came to your past, even more so considering how insistent you were on not discussing it with me prior to this night. To think that you were subjected to such horrors and had no one there as your shield—if I had only met you sooner…"
"Malleus, it was a completely separate world. There was no way we could've met or known each other, but—" Tristan scoffs, taking the fae's hand in his as he musters a reassuring smile. "It's nice to know I would've had a fae knight in shining armor."
There's that beautiful smile Malleus has grown accustomed to. Tristan doesn't know it yet, but that smile alone has saved Night Raven College and probably all of Twisted Wonderland from something far worse than simple thunder and lightning. Now that a Draconian-sized tsunami has been avoided, Malleus can begin his words anew. Where there was once fury in his eyes was replaced by such tenderness, emerald eyes staring into their counterparts as he held Tristan's face in his hands.
"All my life, I've had everything decided for me without argument. What I ate, what I wore, even who I spoke with was dictated with careful consideration with little concern for my input. It is because of such seclusion that I am much more assertive when it comes to my decisions in present day. I say that to say that this is one decision I will never allow you to dictate for me. I want you here. I will always want you by my side, Tristan."
The odd sense of relief that Tristan starts to feel comes in waves, washing over him like a cool, refreshing rain after being trapped in the desert. He always wanted this moment to come, for someone, anyone to tell him that he actually was valued and had a place in the world, that he wasn't just meant to be a toy for someone else's amusement. He was certain that one day he'd possibly find these out on his own, but hearing it from someone with a special place in his heart meant the world.
Tristan allows himself to think maybe things will actually be ok, this time without fear that he would be discarded. Maybe I can weather this storm.
"I-I'm sorry." Uncontrollable tears begin to flow, Tristan melting into Malleus' embrace as if the weight of the world had been carefully lifted from his shoulders. He could barely contain himself, once thinking such care and concern for someone like him wasn't possible.
"Don't apologize." Malleus placed a gentle kiss on Tristan's forehead as he held him close, hoping to dissaude his fears and uncertainty with each passing second that the man lay in his embrace. In that moment, Malleus Draconia silently swore that no weapon formed against his lover would ever prosper. "Just stay, my Sunflower. Stay."
Characters: Tristan (OC), Malleus Draconia (Canon)
Relationship: OC x Canon
Rating: Mature
Words: 936
Warnings: Very brief mention of past trauma and suicidal ideations
Notes: Wrote this for Malleus' birthday on 1/18, plus I hadn't written anything for MalleTri in a while and figured why not! Mind the above warnings, but otherwise enjoy!
“My parents always made me think I wasn’t worthy of love, that I was just some burden when I lost my usefulness as a bargaining chip that one parent could use against the other. I couldn’t take it anymore and thought my only way out was—was to end it all.”
Tristan was always thankful for the peace that nighttime brought, even more so when Malleus was by his side. Tonight’s little excursion comes in the form of them watching the stars go by as they stood on the balcony of Malleus’ dorm room, with Tristan baring his soul as he spoke of his past—The abuse he suffered under his parents, his peers, and even his ex-boyfriend. Forever dealt a bad hand left and right with no end in sight. The pain was so heavy to hold onto all these years, even heavier as he put it all out in the open. Malleus stood nearby, silent and unmoving as a gargoyle as he listened.
“I can’t lie," Tristan continued, trying to keep his voice from cracking. Envisioning the past left him shaking, the icy bite of the pain he endured coming back to reopen his scars anew. "A part of me wanted to live because I was stupid enough to think that I didn’t deserve any of it. Nobody should have to go through all that suffering, ya know? Another part of me thought that maybe everything was a sign that I ‘didn’t have a right to live’ as my dad always put it, that was easier than facing what I thought was the truth: that no one wanted me around—“
A flash of lightning cuts him off, followed by a clap of thunder that threatened to shake the ground beneath them. Tristan’s eyes dart about in confusion before he turns to Malleus for confirmation that he wasn't alone in what he just witnessed. The dragon is still silently cemented in place, but the rage in his eyes is palpable. The railing nearby suffers the brunt of it, cracking under the weight of Malleus’ grip.
Fear clawed at Tristan's back, wondering if he had said something to upset him. "M-Malleus, you'll break the railing."
Malleus was so lost in his trance that he forgot his own strength, releasing the railing before it can fully succumb to his rage. The structure is the least of his worries.
"I care less about this fickle stone and more about you."
The sky begins to clear as Malleus speaks, bringing his boiling rage to a simmer. His anger is best saved for those who had brought Tristan to this point, not the victim himself.
"What you've told me thus far is nothing short of horrifying. I had prepared myself for the worst when it came to your past, even more so considering how insistent you were on not discussing it with me prior to this night. To think that you were subjected to such horrors and had no one there as your shield—if I had only met you sooner…"
"Malleus, it was a completely separate world. There was no way we could've met or known each other, but—" Tristan scoffs, taking the fae's hand in his as he musters a reassuring smile. "It's nice to know I would've had a fae knight in shining armor."
There's that beautiful smile Malleus has grown accustomed to. Tristan doesn't know it yet, but that smile alone has saved Night Raven College and probably all of Twisted Wonderland from something far worse than simple thunder and lightning. Now that a Draconian-sized tsunami has been avoided, Malleus can begin his words anew. Where there was once fury in his eyes was replaced by such tenderness, emerald eyes staring into their counterparts as he held Tristan's face in his hands.
"All my life, I've had everything decided for me without argument. What I ate, what I wore, even who I spoke with was dictated with careful consideration with little concern for my input. It is because of such seclusion that I am much more assertive when it comes to my decisions in present day. I say that to say that this is one decision I will never allow you to dictate for me. I want you here. I will always want you by my side, Tristan."
The odd sense of relief that Tristan starts to feel comes in waves, washing over him like a cool, refreshing rain after being trapped in the desert. He always wanted this moment to come, for someone, anyone to tell him that he actually was valued and had a place in the world, that he wasn't just meant to be a toy for someone else's amusement. He was certain that one day he'd possibly find these out on his own, but hearing it from someone with a special place in his heart meant the world.
Tristan allows himself to think maybe things will actually be ok, this time without fear that he would be discarded. Maybe I can weather this storm.
"I-I'm sorry." Uncontrollable tears begin to flow, Tristan melting into Malleus' embrace as if the weight of the world had been carefully lifted from his shoulders. He could barely contain himself, once thinking such care and concern for someone like him wasn't possible.
"Don't apologize." Malleus placed a gentle kiss on Tristan's forehead as he held him close, hoping to dissaude his fears and uncertainty with each passing second that the man lay in his embrace. In that moment, Malleus Draconia silently swore that no weapon formed against his lover would ever prosper. "Just stay, my Sunflower. Stay."
