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Hi there!! Two ask requests, please feel free to do either one :3

Reader and Floyd are platonic best friends, which leads to Jade being interested in who his brother has been so enthralled with. Then Jade falls for reader and Floyd tries to help the two get together!

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Malleus and reader have been bumping into each other in the library. Then slowly, reader starts to notice him outside of Ramshackle. He’s always alone so she approaches him. Turns out he’s lovely!! Then slowburn into a kiss and confession!

Thank you for request! I chose the second one and I might publish the 1st one too once I get done with all the other requests. Thank you for your patience.

Edit: you might wanna give forwards, beckon, rebound a listen. It's so malleus.

It started with a book.

Well… many books, really. You’d gotten into the habit of visiting the Night Raven College library in the quieter hours, when most students were still tangled up in classes or distracted by chaos elsewhere on campus. That’s when he’d always be there — that tall, dark figure hidden deep in the corner alcove between magical theory, gargoyle study, and beastlore.

You hadn’t meant to bump into him. The first time it happened, you'd been skimming the library for the upcoming test all the while balancing a stack of spellbooks in your arms. You tilt your head at an awkward angle. trying to read the spine of another and suddenly—

“Ah—pardon me,” you had mumbled, startled as your shoulder hit something firm.

Reptilian green eyes flicked toward you, strange and glowing in the dim light. “No harm done,” came the gentle, slow voice.

You realized then just who you had bumped into.

Malleus Draconia.

The prince. The feared. The fae.

And you’d just jostled him like he was a hallway locker.

You bowed your head awkwardly with a stammered apology and ducked away, cheeks burning from sheer embarrassment.

But then it happened again. And again.

Every time, you’d find yourselves gravitating toward the same corners, reaching for the same rare volumes, hovering in shared silences. He never seemed to mind, and you came to notice the smallest quirks — the way his eyes lingered on the page long after finishing it, as if absorbing its magic through thought alone, or how he sometimes smiled softly when reading about ancient human customs.

Still, he always seemed... alone.

You noticed it more and more after that. From your window at Ramshackle, you began to spot him outside sometimes, walking through the silent gardens at dusk or standing beneath the brooding crooked trees, bathed in moonlight, utterly solitary.

No one was ever with him. Not Sebek. Not Lilia. Not Silver. Just Malleus, and the wind curling around his cloak like a lover in mourning....

....It pulled at something in your chest.

So, one evening — quiet, misty, and blue with approaching twilight — you stepped outside and made your way to where he stood, unmoving, watching fireflies flicker near the hedges.

He turned when you approached, surprised but not displeased. “Ah… it’s you.”

You smiled gently, heart thudding louder than you'd like. “Yeah. I, uh… saw you from the window. Mind some company?”

He tilted his head slightly. “You would choose to spend time with me… willingly?”

You laughed under your breath, brushing hair behind your ear. “You say that like you’re some cursed beast in a fairy tale.”

He blinked. And then — smiled. It was small, almost startled, but real.

“No one ever seeks me out like this,” he said quietly. “Not without purpose. Not without fear.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Malleus,” you answered, truth resting comfortably in your voice. “You're always reading in corners and walking alone. I thought… maybe you’d like someone to talk to.”

“I would.”

That was the first of many evenings. You began walking together, talking about things mundane and strange — dreams, magic, books, stars. He listened like no one else ever did, truly and wholly. And when he spoke, it was with such deliberate care, like his words were treasures. You found yourself wanting to draw more of them out.

Sometimes you’d meet in the library again, your chairs slowly inching closer over days and weeks. Sometimes he’d walk you back to Ramshackle, even if it meant lingering in the mist like a shadow until your light flicked on.

You didn’t know when it happened. When the way your name sounded in his voice made your stomach flutter. When his laugh — that rare, low, rumbling thing — made your heart ache with how beautiful it was.

It was slow. Like spring thaw. Like starlight blooming in the dark.

One night, you sat together under the boughs of a twisted tree. The sky above was endless, scattered with stars, and fireflies danced like spirits around you. You turned to look at him, and found he was already watching.

“Why do you always look at me like that?” you asked, voice a little breathless.

Malleus hesitated, then leaned closer. “Because you see me,” he said. “Not the heir. Not the fae. Me.”

Your throat tightened. He was so close now. You could see every fleck of green in his eyes, the soft lift of breath in his chest.

“I do,” you whispered. “Malleus I....I think I’m falling for you.”

His hand brushed yours, warm and tentative. Then, his touch cradled your cheek, reverent and light, like you were something sacred.

“I have never known affection like this,” he murmured. “But if it is falling… then let me fall with you.”

He kissed you then. Soft. Slow. The kind of kiss that felt like a spell, like a promise that didn’t need words.

And from that moment on, he was never alone again. Not in the library. Not in the gardens. Not in the quiet corners of his heart.

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