My Twisted writings

Colour - Malleus Draconia x reader

When it comes to the formidable Malleus Draconia, some may worship him, while others quiver in fear at his mere presence, some foolishly cling to their hatred towards him. But for [Y/N], her adoration for him burns with an intensity that rivals the brightest of stars. As she and Malleus grew closer, spending countless late nights together walking in the woods, she found herself the recipient of many treasured gifts from him. From a beautifully crafted hairpin to plush stuffed animals, a painted music box to a towering 5 meters long gargoyle that now proudly adorns her Ramshackle dorm, each "small" token of his affection was a testament to their deepening connection and the passion that coursed through his veins.

Though [Y/N]'s heart brimmed with joy at each gift bestowed upon her by Malleus, an overwhelming sense of guilt weighed heavily upon her. She yearned to express her love for him in the same grand gestures he so effortlessly displayed, yet found herself unable to reciprocate in kind. Despite her attempts to voice her feelings, Malleus would always reassure her, telling her that these tokens of affection were mere trifles compared to the boundless love he held for her. He urged her to accept them with an open heart, and relished in the delight they brought her. But despite his words, [Y/N] couldn't help but feel that she should do more for Malleus, to show him the depths of her own devotion.

Driven by her love for Malleus, [Y/N] poured every ounce of her being into her latest masterpiece. Though she lacked the means to lavish him with extravagant gifts, she knew that with each brushstroke and stroke of color, she could create something that would touch his heart in a way that no material item ever could. Day after day, she toiled away, putting her heart and soul into the canvas, determined to create a painting that would capture the essence of her love. With each stroke, she imbued the work with the passion and adoration that she felt for Malleus, hoping that the finished piece would bring him even a fraction of the joy and happiness that he had brought to her.

After what felt like an eternity, the final stroke of [Y/N]'s brush fell upon the canvas, and with a deep sense of satisfaction, she knew that her painting was complete.

She carefully placed the oil painting in a serene corner of her Ramshackle room, leaving it to dry in solitude. As she stepped back to admire her creation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her.

After completing her masterpiece, [Y/N] decided to take a relaxing bath. As she gathered her things and made her way back to the bathroom, she was suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched voice. It was Grim, appearing out of nowhere and demanding her attention like a mischievous toddler.

"So, you've finally emerged from your cocoon, [Y/N]? What took you so long?" he exclaimed, his frustration evident. "You spent months in there! What was the amazing me supposed to do without my minion?"

[Y/N] let out a weary sigh, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "I was working on something," she replied, trying to placate Grim's curiosity.

"Working? What could you possibly have been working on for so long?" Grim inquired, inching closer to [Y/N]. "Now you've got me intrigued. Is it something for the great and powerful me?"

Despite her weariness, [Y/N] couldn't help but smile at Grim's childish antics. She shook her head and chuckled softly, knowing that Grim would never change.

"I didn't paint something for you this time, Grim," [Y/N] declared, a slight pink hue creeping onto her cheeks. "I actually made something for Tsunotarou. I've been wanting to give him a gift for a while now and thought that painting something would be a nice idea." She spoke softly and shyly, hoping that Grim wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

But to her dismay, Grim's expression turned angry. "You dared to not paint me first, [Y/N]!" he exclaimed. "If you wanted to spend your time painting something, you should have been working on a masterpiece for me! However, I suppose I can let this offense pass if you show me what you painted."