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MALLEUS DRACONIA

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LILIA VANROUGE

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SILVER

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ZEBEK ZIGVOLT

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

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RUGGIE BUCCHI

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RAZORBLADE KISS

malleus draconia | angst

PAIRINGS: Jamil Viper x gn!reader (Kalim Al-Asim x gn!reader)

SUMMARY: he always knew you liked strawberries

WORDCOUNT: 400

GENRE: angst

NOTES: I love angst, this might also be slightly ooc(?) Trying to get a better grip of writing him!

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Jamil knew you liked strawberries.

The first time he met you was in the Scarabia kitchen, where you were making a strawberry pie. Kalim had tasked him with making a snack that he was craving, which was why he was there. He had seen you at the sorting ceremony before—you were a first year.

You were a kind and calm new addition to his life, one he appreciated. It was nice coming into the kitchen in the mornings and seeing you there, baking something from a new recipe you found online or one you thought of yourself.

Jamil started to notice your little habits whenever he was in the kitchen.

The way you stuck out your tongue when concentrating, the way you always looked so excited whenever something was done, the way you hummed a random tune you’d learned on Magicam when mixing something.

It was something that would’ve annoyed him if it were anyone else, but it was you. So he didn’t mind as much.

He started to appreciate those days when he would enter the kitchen, and you’d greet him with a calm and serene smile. Those moments where you both just did your own thing in peaceful silence.

It was nice.

Jamil knew everything was going to go downhill from here.

He entered the kitchen at the same time he always did. Though he hadn’t expected to see Kalim standing next to you with a big grin on his face while you explained the process of making a pie.

He hadn’t expected the feeling in his stomach—the feeling of losing once again. The feeling of despair.

He told himself it was because he preferred the routine, that Kalim had just disturbed it. That was all. But deep down, he knew the truth. He knew he was lying to himself. He preferred it when you were there.

With just him, and no one else.

Jamil always knew you liked strawberries.

So why did it break his heart when you walked down the aisle toward Kalim and not him? Why did it break his heart when he had to stand in the shadows once again, never outshining Kalim?

Why did it break his heart when he got a piece of the wedding cake and it was strawberry-flavored?

Why did it break his heart so?

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BASIC INFO

WHAT I WRITE FOR

TWST | MY OC'S (more will be added soon)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

TWST • all | MY OCS • all

CHARACTERS I SUCK AT WRITING FOR

vil shoenheit | rook hunt | silver | sebek zigvolt

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Same premise, I can write fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, but no smut!

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FAKE TEXTS | I can take request in groups or a single character, for groups (depending on how many are in the group, and the request) I can do 2-4 images with texts. For a single person I can do alot more (again depending on the request)

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ANON LIST

Empty, (anons are always welcome)

for the musical muse, how about diasomnia + angst + razorblade kiss by him? ^^

him is the band name :0 razorblade kiss is one of their songs

PAIRINGS: Malleus draconia x Gn!reader

LYRICS: "I taste death in every kiss we share" / "Every time we touch we get closer to heaven"

WORDCOUNT: 540

GENRE: angst

NOTES: first event request done, YIPPEE!!

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The stars in the sky were beautiful, unwavering in the way they always shined. Never to be put out, never to die. They were gorgeous and full of color against the inky black abyss of the night. They gave you hope, you’d often look out of your bedroom window at the dark sky, wishing for more time.

But now, as you look up at the starry night sky, the stars glowing like fireflies, with Malleus by your side and the both of you perched on the Ramshackle roof, you’ve never felt more hopeless. You wish it could stay like this, just the two of you, forevermore beneath the breathtaking night sky.

Your back rested against his chest, your head just above his heart, where you could hear its unsteady rhythm. It wasn’t calm like it usually was, it was scared. He sounded scared. You’d never seen him like this before, but you supposed it was justified. You were scared too. You wanted more time. You needed more time. But wishing and hoping had never seemed to work for anyone. So it wouldn't work for you either.

"You think I’m going to become one of them?" Your question broke the heavy silence of the night, and you felt the fae behind you take in a sharp, trembling breath. It was the first time you had acknowledged it since you’d told him, the inevitable situation that loomed over both of you.

"I think," he began softly, his voice raw and full of vulnerability, "you will become the most beautiful star of them all."

You wished it could’ve been different. You had dreamed of timelines where the two of you were married, where you had children and even grandchildren. But you knew that would never happen, not with death looming over you, not with the sickness slowly claiming what little time you had left.

Malleus had tried everything, scouwering every book and scroll, but there was no cure. Nothing could save you.

"Malleus..." Your voice was frail, trembling with sadness and fear. You had turned your head, meeting his beautiful green eyes already fixed on you, full of an emotion you’d never seen in his eyes before as they rested on you. Reaching up, your hand cupped his cheek, gently guiding his head down. As your lips met his in a soft kiss.

His arms tightened around you, holding you as though his embrace alone could stop the inevitable. You hear a shaky exhale escape his lips as he presses a kiss to your hairline. "I love you too, my darling."

He was beautiful, more beautiful than the starry sky you adored. Your gaze trailed over his face, etching in every detail, But your body felt to weak to keep going. Your eyes fluttered closed as you let out a content sigh, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer. "I love you..."

Your arms went slack, and your last breath left your cold lips as peace finally claimed you. Malleus held you closer, his voice a whisper in the quiet of the night. "Forevermore, my love."

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PAIRINGS: Kalim Al-Asim x gn!reader / Jamil Viper x gn!reader

SUMMARY: The party infiltration doesn’t quite go as expected.

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

WARNINGS: none (please tell me if I missed any)

NOTES: happy new year everyone!!

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The Asim's palace was massive, the gold details on the roof and walls were reflecting beautifully under the moonlight, it was breathtaking. Standing before it, you felt smaller and more insignificant than ever. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself before beginning the walk toward the entrance, wiping your sweaty and clammy palms on the loose red pants you're wearing, while trying to make them stop shaking.

Around you, a couple of well-dressed guests were stepping out of carriages and making their way to the entrance too, their clothing wes beatififull and expensive. Most likely made out of real nice fabrics, all their gold accessories were probably real. Unlike yours. You've noticed rich people had this certain aura around them.

Like nothing could ever burden them, which is probably right. They could never survive a single day in the slums you come from.

You look away from them, keeping your head down and avoiding eye with anyone. You tighten the bag on your waist, it was simple red one Mira had quickly made from some stolen fabric Elias got for her— the lovesick fool. you had tied it around your waist, trying to make it seem like it was apart of your outfit.

You adjust the intricate top you were wearing, hoping to make yourself look slightly more presentable. and finally stopping in front of one of the gate guards.

He looked up at you, a calculating look on his face, before looking back down to the scroll in his hands. "Name?" He asked, his voice quite deep, and firm.

You shift in place slightly, fingers playing nervously with the fabric of your pants. Confidence, Mira had told you, stand taller, make yourself look rich and powerful. You straighten your back, trying not to show the immense hesitation you felt.

"(Y/n).." you hesitating for a second before your gaze dropped to the fake gold bracelet on your wrist. The red gem glinted faintly, while catching the palace's light. You forced a smile, lifting your chin slightly. “Jewela. Nice to meet you!”

You wince slightly at how rushed it sounded. You didn’t have a last name—no one in the slums did, except maybe a couple of the elders. You shouldve asked Mira on what to do, you clench your fists for a moment, as you take a sneaky breath in, trying not to panic as the guard scanned the scroll in his hands again.

You wait, hiding your shaking hands behind your back to appear more graceful—or at least to keep the guard from noticing them. What felt like hours was, was in reality, only a few seconds.

He looked back up at you, a slight furrow in his eyebrows. "Not on the list. Please remove yourself from the grounds."

Your heart dropped at the sentence. Of course this wasn’t going to work. What was Mira thinking? You tilt your head in a slight bow, making the guard raise an eyebrow in surprise. Slowly, you turned to leave, panic already growing in your chest. But a voice behind you made you freeze.

"What’s going on here?"

You perked up slightly, looking back at the guard. His face turned pale as he quickly straightened up and bowed, his eyes focused on someone behind you.

"Master Kalim, what are you doing out here?"

The world seemed to stop at the name. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your eyes widened. This was not good. This was very bad.

You were screwed.

He would know you weren’t on the list. He’d figure out you were just some dirty street rat trying to sneak in, and then—what? Have you executed?

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, taking in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. When you open your eyes again, you force a small, polite smile onto your face, turning to face the person behind you.

A small gasp escapes your lips, and you quickly cover it up with a cough. It was the guy from before, at the market. The one you bumped into. Of course, the person you bumped into was one of the richest people in the Scalding Sands, the eldest Asim child.

You glance at him, hoping he wouldn’t recognize you. He looks at you, tilting his head slightly to the side as he squints his eyes at you. You widen your smile, before bowing your head slightly in an attempt to seem respectful.

You notice his gaze soften, and a smile quickly spreads across his face before he opens his mouth to speak. This is it, the moment he’ll tell you he recognizes you, the moment he’ll make sure you get arrested and thrown into jail, making sure you rot there for the rest of your life.

But instead, in a lighthearted voice he says something else, “You have really pretty eyes!”

The genuineness in his tone catches you off guard. You can tell he’s being sincere you've always been good at noticing out when people lie.

You blink in confusion. “Huh?” The word leaves your mouth as you raise your eyebrows at him, trying to make sense of what just happened. It takes him a couple of seconds to react, before his eyes widening in realization. Then, he’s apologizing left and right.

“No, don’t apologize—” you start, trying to stop him from making a bigger deal out of it. But before you can finish, he grabs your hand, a sudden, carefree grin on his face. “Here, as an apology, I’ll escort you inside!”

You blink, completely stunned. He smiles at you, while letting out a laugh, and before you can even protest, he starts dragging you through the gate. Behind you, the guard is left calling out to him, confused, still pointing out that you’re not on the list.

The inside of the palace was even more breathtaking than the outside. Beautiful golden arches all around you, with detailed carvings on them. The air in the ballroom was filled with the sound of conversation and beautiful traditioal music from the scalding sands.

Kalim’s wide smile never faltered, as dragged to past the groups of people, with some of them staring at you with raised eyebrows. Your mind raced as you tried to think of a way out of this, without raising to much of a scene.

“(Y/n) Jewela, right?” Kalim said, looking over his shoulder, to which you let out a small hum. “Ive never heard of that last name before! Are you visiting?”

You force a polite laugh at the question, before shaking your head slightly as the white-haired male comes to a stop and looks at you with a grin. “N-no, I’m from here.. where just.. not as well know. My family likes to stay undeground!” You reply, hoping the awnser would satisfy his curiosity enough.

He didn’t seem to notice the hesitation in your awnser, which made you quite glad. As his attention quickly shifts to the band infont of you. “Well, you’re going to love this party!” He jumps on the balls of his feet in excitement. "There’s food, music, and the best dancers in all of the Scalding Sands!”

You nodded again, trying to keep your smile intact as you start to feel slightly sick to your stomach. The stares from the people around you doubled in size, and intensity. Like they knew you weren’t supposed to be here, and it scared you.

The both of you stare at the band for a minute, before kalim turns towards you with an even bigger smile that before, "We should dance!" He says pulling you slighty closer by your hand that he was still holding.

You blink in surprise at the notion, trying to process the suggestion. Dance, with him. You feel fear overtake the panic you were feeling, but you quickly plaster on another polite smile.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” you tried, your voice quiet. As you glanced at the crowd, where more faces turned to watch the two of you. Their gazes felt sharp, judgmental. Like they were about to pounce on you and eat you for lunch.

“Come on!” Kalim laughed, looking at the crowd around you. “It’ll be fun! Don’t worry about them,” he added, his voice growing slightly quieter as he gestured toward them with his free hand. “They’re just jealous they didn’t ask you to dance first!”

You felt your cheeks warm up at the statement, though you couldn’t quite tell if it was from flattery or embarrassment. “I’m... not very good at dancing,” you muttered, attempting one last time to decline.

“That’s okay!” Kalim beamed at you. “Just follow my lead!”

Before you could try to protest anymore, he dragged you into the crowd of dancers. The lively music was quite nice, and his enthusiasm was infectious. Though your first couple of steps were awkward, Kalim’s energy made it hard not to smile.

He twirled you around, his laughter ringing out like a melody. “See? You’re a natural!” he grins, voice full of encouragement.

You let out a laugh of your own, your nerves from before disappearing, if only slightly. As the two of you danced, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he moved, like he’d done this a thousand times before. And despite everything you'd seen and heard about people like him, this wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t so bad. Maybe Mira was wrong about them.

The both of you were having fun, not at all caring about all the stares and whispers around you, at least until someone cleared their throat loudly behind you.

You froze mid-step, turning your head to see a figure standing slightly away from the both of you. Their sharp gray eyes stared into your own, their expression unreadable but clearly unimpressed.

“Kalim,” the figure said, their tone calm but firm. “Your parents are asking for you.”

Kalim’s grin faltered for just a moment as he quickly took a glance at you before he nodded. “Okay! Please lead me to them, Jamil!” he grinned again, now finally letting go of your hand.

The figure’s gaze—apparently named Jamil—shifted to you. His gaze made your skin crawl slightly before he bowed toward you, his eyes never once leaving you.

You sent a small, polite smile before bowing slightly yourself. He raised an eyebrow briefly before turning to lead Kalim away, who waved at you with a grin, making you return it halfheartedly. Slightly hoping this would be the last time you meet the white-haired male.

The buffet table infront of you was big, elegant dishes with meats, fruits, and delicate pastries lay all over the table. The scent of spices filled the air, making your stomach rumble as you looked at it all. You hesitatly raise your hand towards the food, while looking around you. Before grabbing a small pastry and stuffing it into your mouth.

A satisfied hum leaves you as you taste it, it was really good. Better than anything you've ever stolen before. You quickly make you way to the end of the buffet, a more calm side of the room.  Before placing a few things in your bag, while trying to keep a neutral expression, making sure no one suspected anything.

As you reached for another plate of food— mainly bread and fruits, your attention was pulled toward a conversation to your right. A group of servants were whispering. Their voices were low but clear enough for you to overhear.

“The treasure room has more guards tonight,” one of them murmured. “I heard they’ve been reassigned there for portection of all the treasure's.”

“The windows would the only way in now,” another servant added. “I’ve seen the vault door locked tight tonight, so there’s no way in from the hallway.”

You smirk slightly, pretending to casually reach out for a drink as you edged closer, ears strained to catch every word. “It wouldn’t be long before someone catches on,” the first servant muttered. “Better keep an eye out to the windows when switching shifts to the kitchen.”

Before you could fully digest the conversation, you heard footsteps approaching as the group disperses, and you quickly take a sip of the drink as you grab another pastry, hoping to make yourself look busy. You quickly finish whatever was in your glass as you put it down and slowly make your way to the exist of the ball room.

The loud talking of the ballroom fades into a muffled hum as you slip through the quieter hallways of the palace, you admire the beautiful decorations as you try to quietly make your way though. The golden detail on the walls gleam faintly in the dim light, the soles of your shoes were silent against the polished floors, you remember one of the older boys in the slums teach you and Mira how to quietly walk like this.

You feel your heart pound with a mix of fear and exhilaration. If Mira's plan worked, you'd be out of here before anyone realized what had happened, with jewel you could sell and money that would last you all for a lifetime.

The servants' words replay in your head. The windows, the treasure room. It sacred you slightly, if you mess it up your life would be done for in the blink of an eye. Still, desperation fuels you, and you’re determined to find it.

Eventually, you spot an ornate archway leading to an open courtyard. The cool night air greets you as you step out, you scan for any sign of guards, and find none. Your gaze shifts upwards, spotting  balconies and terraces that line the palace. A route to the roof. You exhale sharply and move into the shadows.

Just as your fingers grip the edge of a window covered by latticework to climb, you hear the distinct sound of footsteps behind you. You immediately let go and make yourself look presentable.

You see a figure walk through the arch you just came from, as he look at you. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you lost?" The voice is calm but sharp, with a slight tinge of suspicion. It wasn’t hard to tell he found you suspicious.

You recognize the figure to be the same one as before in the ballroom, the one that had stopped your dance with the asim heir—Jamil was his name if you remembered correctly.

His dark eyes seemed to pierce through you, one of his brows raised in a question that felt more like a challenge. His arms are crossed, but his posture relaxed, it put you slightly on edge.

“Oh!” You exclaim, forcing a sheepish smile as you force yourself to walk towards him. “I—I didn’t mean to wander off. I was just… trying to find the exit.” You let out a nervous laugh, wringing your hands. “I need to leave. My sibling… they got injured, I just received a message.. and I need to check on them.”

Jamil’s expression doesn’t shift, but his eyes flicker briefly toward the arch you both had come from. “The main exit is on the other side of the palace,” he says coolly. “You’re heading the wrong way.”

Your heart races, but you try to keep your tone as steady as possible. “Oh, I—thank you for letting me know. I must’ve gotten turned around.”

His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, you swear he’s about to call your bluff. But then, he steps backwards and gestures toward the hall he had come from. “Allow me to escort you out,” he offers, tone polite but firm. “I wouldn’t want you to get lost again.”

You hesitate, you felt your mind racing. Refusing would only make him more suspicious, so you force down any hesitation you had and nod reluctantly, a forceful grateful smile fromjng on your face. “That’s very kind of you, thank you.”

As he leads you through the halls, his posture remains calm, but his sharp eyes occasionally flick toward you, like he was studying every move you make. You try to keep your expression neutral, but the weight of his gaze makes your skin crawl with fear.

When you finally reach the grand entrance, Jamil stops and turns to face you. His expression is unreadable as he bows slightly. “I trust you’ll make it home safely.”

You force a polite nod, murmuring a quiet thanks before stepping out into the cool night air. As you walk away from the palace, you feel the intensity of his gaze on your back, as though he’s memorizing every detail about you.

Once you’re out of sight, you exhale shakily, you could sneak back in. But you didn't want to risk it, so you walk back towards the dirty slums you came from a frown etched on your face.

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PAIRINGS: Kalim Al-Asim x gn!reader / Jamil Viper x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Being a thief in the bustling Silk City isn't the most fun, but it's the only way to provide for your family. So when a morning market heist fails and your twin sister comes with the idea to infiltrate the Asim household during their eldest child's welcome-home party, you have no choice but to agree. But now, why does the eldest Asim child suddenly want to befriend you so badly?

WARNINGS: slighty ooc writing(?), slight book 4 spoilers(?), violence

UPDATE SCHEDULE: sporadic

STATUS: ongoing

Ⅰ. failed ▹ wc: 1.6k

୨୧ | A failed morning robbery, leads to your twin sister coming up with an idea

Ⅱ. party ▹ wc: 2.8k

୨୧ | The party infiltration doesn’t quite go as expected

Ⅲ. market ▹ wc:

Ⅳ. ??? ▹ wc:

Ⅴ. ??? ▹ wc:

Rest TBD..

NOTE: this is my first uploaded fic / series on tumblr, kinda scary but I hope it goes well! Enjoy :D

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