Inspired by Lover Girl, each characters will be in different scenarios based on the lyrics.

Two versions, Simp Malleus, and Simp {User}.

“Forced to get creative, wrote my feelings down.”

“The independent lady in me is nowhere to be found.”

Why is this so short 💔

I will finish this series before Christmas guys, trust (totally lying)

MELEANOR IS ALIVE YALL.

INFORMATION ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS MENTIONED ARE NOT INCLUDED.

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Info about Malleus’s family in this AU:

The Draconia family is old in the way history itself is old. Not just wealthy, but established long before modern systems decided what wealth even meant.

The foundation of their fortune came from land, first and foremost. Centuries ago, the Draconias were granted stewardship over vast territories rather than ownership in the modern sense. They were not landlords who squeezed profit, but custodians entrusted with maintaining regions that were considered culturally and historically irreplaceable. Ancient architecture, protected forests, heritage sites, old cities that governments deemed too important to fall into private exploitation. Over time, stewardship quietly became influence, and influence became power.

When the world industrialized, the Draconias adapted without ever fully letting go of the past. They invested early in infrastructure rather than trends. Railways before airlines. Energy grids before consumer tech. They owned stakes in materials no one thought glamorous but everyone needed. Stone quarries that supplied restoration projects. Steelworks tied to public transport. Construction firms specializing in preservation rather than demolition. Quiet industries. Eternal ones.

Their wealth multiplied not through risk-taking, but through patience.

Malleus’s mother, Maleanor, modernized the family legacy further. She positioned the Draconia name as a pillar of cultural conservation on a global scale. Museums, universities, architectural preservation funds, historical archives. Entire wings of institutions quietly bore their influence without always carrying their name. Governments trusted the Draconias because they had never once tried to seize control outright. They simply waited until control was handed to them.

His father, Raverne, handled diplomacy and corporate ties. International contracts, cross-border investments, long-term development projects. The Draconias rarely appeared in headlines for scandals. When their name surfaced, it was attached to phrases like “heritage protection,” “long-standing partnership,” or “private benefactor.”

That was why people whispered.

The Draconias didn’t flash wealth. They were wealth. Embedded so deeply into the systems of society that removing them would cause damage. Their money wasn’t loud. It was structural.

Malleus grew up surrounded by this quiet power. Raised with etiquette drilled into him not as a performance, but as responsibility. He was taught that wealth demanded restraint, that influence required humility, and that being feared was a consequence he had to manage, not enjoy.

Which made it all the more ironic that you didn’t treat him any differently.

You didn’t bow, didn’t hesitate, didn’t soften your words in fear of consequence. You saw him as a person before you ever saw his name.

And for someone born into a family that had shaped the world without ever being touched by it, that simple, normal regard was what made Malleus fall harder than anything money could ever buy.