#jamil is barely held together

[temiizpalace]

☆┊YOU DREAM OF ME??

SUMMARY: entering the dream world was such a strange feat.. especially seeing yourself in somebody else’s dream.

CHARACTERS: jade leech-centric

GENRE: fluff, crackfic

WARNINGS: you act cringe because jade leech is a cringy guy with wattpad fantasies + BOOK 7 SPOILERS + canon divergence (some dialogue is not exact cause i lowkey forgot, some moments didn’t actually happen, and i shortened it a lil so i don’t have to write too much)

NOTES: while writing this, it turns out someone else had a similar idea so i was hesitant to upload the writing. however, I’ve decided to anyways. that being said, crediting said individual is still in order since they had the idea first.

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you didn’t expect this. nobody expected this, actually.

jade leech, cunning, observant, quiet, and mysterious. he was one to keep his cards close to his chest and play it safely to ensure the best outcomes. and yet, here we are, in said eels dreams. a look inside of his thoughts, how he truly saw people, how he—

“jade you’re so cool! i love love love love loveeee the way your mind works sooooo much!” a voice, sounding similarly to yours, chimed. “fufu, you flatter me, my pearl..”

your jaw dropped, grims jaw dropped, you can hear idia falling out of his seat from behind the screen, jamil’s eyes had never been opened wider, floyd cringed, silver looked away, ortho could barely compute, and sebek had the most genuine disgust written on his face.

was that you? you thought azul and floyd looked stupid, BUT THAT WAS YOU? jamil slapped a hand over grims mouth, preventing the direbeast from cackling his lungs out at the sight of your pathetic image. “MYAHAHA, HENCHMAN YOU LOOK SO STUPI—“ “keep quiet.” jamil mutters, slightly smirking. you could tell he was also containing his laughter, making your face change in hue.

“eww, no way. i knew jade was all lovey dovey with the prefect but i dont wanna watch it. what a sap.” floyd groans, looking at dream you, real you, then at jade. “i dont wanna watch this either! if you guys are embarrassed how do you think i feel?!” you murmur, hiding your face in shame.

“my pearl, open wide.” jade grins, holding a piece of shrimp in his hands. “oh my, jade you sweetheart!” you giggle, opening your mouth so jade can feed you. idia snickers, holding back a laugh. you can practically see his smug expression in your mind. “he has the fantasies of a trashy middle school fanfiction, what comedy gold.”

silver clears his throat, trying to regain the attention of the group in order to free jade from his dream. while everyone with a logical mind held an equally logical discussion, you, floyd, and grim were too focused on the scene before you. “jade, you and shrimpy should just get married.” dream floyd grins, pushing you two together.

“agreed. you both are a match made in heaven!” dream azul says in between sobs, wiping his tears away with one of his tentacles. “why, what a splendid idea! azul, please make arrangements right away. we shall wed at once, my dear.” jade chuckles, holding you close in his arms. “j-jade!? i don’t know what to say..”

“do you not wish to marry me?” he asks, his thumb tracing your chin. his voice was low, yet soothing at the same time. “it’s not like i don’t want to..” dream you mumbles, avoiding his eyes by looking at the ground with a pout. REAL you, on the other hand, can’t bear the sight of it anymore. neither can floyd. or grim.

“let’s continue to overcome hardships and conquer many mountains together.” jade laughs, pulling you all in by the shoulders. as the dream variants of jades loved ones cheer, floyd swims in and swoops down, attacking his brother and his dumbed down dream him.

“I CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE!” floyd grunts, scowling at his dear brother, who held an expression of shock. “f-floyd? there’s two of you..?!” he stutters, looking at his dream twin and his actual twin. “they’re mirror images of each other! how can you tell them apart!” azul exclaims, wiping his eyes to get a better look.

“who is this? can i hug you and eat you? hehe.”

“i originally thought you weren’t interested in other people, but you have a limited memory. “i dont eat dance and eat shrimps stuck in between rocks.” floyd scoffs, staring at his dumbfounded doppelgänger. “floyd.. doesn’t eat shrimps.. or dance..?” jade ponders, feeling his mind begin to waver.

“jade! im scared!” dream you screams, curling up in the boys arms. your eyebrow twitches, tired of the humiliation you witnessed thanks to jades horrible imagination. following your impulse, you run out with floyd, despite the shouts of your name.

“PREFECT! GET BACK HERE! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TRYING TO ACHIEVE?!” sebek shouts, but his voice falls on deaf ears. he made a point though, what were you doing? it’d be much safer to just stay back and watch this play out, so why the hell are you trying to get involved?! “p-pearl?!” jade gasps, eyes wide in disbelief.

“th-there’s also two of you.? what in the seven is going on here?” he swam back slowly, unraveling the scene before him. two brothers, two lovers (well not officially..), and a whole school of students that seem familiar, but unsure as to where.. you could tell jade was beginning to wake up! it’s only a matter of time..

“jade, don’t be fooled. floyd shouldn’t be that ugly bastard, he should be more innocent and cute. and look at [MC], they love you so much they don’t know what to do with themselves! don’t be tricked by that fraud.” azul sneers, pointing at you and floyd, much to your dismay. just taking a glance at floyd was enough to be able to tell he was this close to breaking every bone in dream azul’s body and frankly you don’t blame him.

“i see.. floyd has been very charming to his relatives and my pearl wouldn’t leave my side so quickly,” jade hesitates, glancing at his two brothers. “i should go. they all really need me.” he smiled politely, swimming towards what once looked like his loved ones, now forming into large piles of dark goo. as jade was nearly consumed by the darkness, floyd swims past quickly. you stood on the eels back, landing a hit on dumb dumb floyd, crybaby azul, and cringe wattpad you.

“I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT.” you finally yell, catching nearly everyone’s attention. “it’s no use. we have to help out.” jamil sighs, lifting his magic pen. “let’s go!” silver shouts, rushing into the spot where you and floyd had already began your attack. as the fight rages on, the others serving as a distraction for jade, floyd had continued to land hits on the watered down versions of yourselves with ease before they finally shouted for help.

“it hurts! help us, jade!” dream floyd cries. “rescue us, jade!” azul cries. “oww! protect us, jade!” dream you screams, finally catching his attention. “how dare you! you fake. get behind me, i got this.” jade hisses, attacking floyd directly. you felt your balance falter on floyd’s back, slipping before falling near the vents. “prefect!” ortho shouts, rushing over to catch you til you fell into jamil’s arms safely. “it’s not safe, the vents are crumbling due to the fighting. retreat for now!” he directs, running towards a safer location.

“your carelessness nearly got you killed, prefect.” jamil sighs, looking down at you with a concerned yet tired expression. “sorry, i just couldn’t take it anymore!” you groan, crossing your arms angrily. “you can set me down now, jamil.” you pat his arm, breaking him from his daze. “..right.” he mutters, placing you down gently. they began to discuss different ways to wake up jade, before sebek finally settled on just electrocuting them.

“be careful, sebek.” silver reminds him, patting his shoulder before the boy ran out. “pierce the cloudy sky, lightning! living bolt!”

the tweels stop their fighting, electricity trickling all over their body leaving them temporarily paralyzed and passed out. after a few moments, their eyes fluttered open, being met with millions of other stares. “jade!” azul shouts, pushing floyd at the way with a grunt. “thank goodness you’re alive! i could’ve lost my cute subordinate!” he sniffles, causing jades eyebrow to raise. “..cute subordinate?”

“i’ll cry if jade is gone! don’t go anywhere!” dream floyd sighs with a dopey expression. “jade you idiot! you could’ve gotten seriously hurt and id never forgive you!” dream you sobs, rushing over to hold his hand hastily. “hm. that’s strange. the floyd and azul i know would never say something like that.” jade scoffs, looking at the two with disgust.

“huh?” they gasp, staring at him as if he said something crazy. “was sebek’s lightning so powerful, jade is finally starting to awaken?” silver mumbles, raising a finger to his chin. “awaken.. why am i here in the first place..?” jade groans, recollecting his thoughts slowly. “so.. i am a student at night raven college.. on land? agh.”

“my head feels like it’s going to split!” he winces in pain, holding his head as he shouts. all his memories finally began to come back to him, all the moments he had during the year turning the gears in his mind til he was finally back to his senses. “how could i possibly have forgotten something so important?” he huffs, looking back at the doppelgängers behind him.

“floyd would never act so obedient, he’s much more domineering. azul would give orders to others without putting himself in danger as much as possible.” he pauses for a moment, staring at your fake before shaking his head. “[MC] would have never acted so defenseless. what an embarrassing feat. i was acting quite strange.” jade sighs, turning his back towards the trio.

they had all began to complain to jade, asking why he would believe such fake things. dream you broke into tears, curling in floyds arms with a sob. jade would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous, but it’s not the real you so he’ll hold back. a little. they all clung onto jade, begging him to reconsider his decision before he finally spared them a word.

“can you please not touch me? creepy.” with a quick slash, the floyd and azul clones were reduced to goo. jade looked at the fake you, slightly hesitating at your trembling figure. alas, they were spared no expense and fell back into the darkness, crying his name and dragging out each syllable.

“no mercy..” idia stuttered, chewing on his nail. “he was protecting them with his life, only to end them once he realized they were fake.” jamil states, scratching his chin while replaying the scene back in his head. “scary..” idia murmurs. “finally awake, jade?” floyd punches his brothers arm, earning a chuckle. “yes, thank you.”

they share a laugh before hitting each other suddenly, startling each and every one of you. “floyd, you dare have hurt your own brother? i thought my whole body was going to fall apart. have you no mercy on your own blood? how terrible.” jade wiped away a tear, floyd not buying it for a single second.

“jade leech.” his banter was cut short by the sounds of your voice, your stern tone telling that this will not end well for him. “w-why, [MC]! how might i be of service.?” jade smiles, remaining his composure well. “don’t “how might i be of service” me! you have some serious explanation to do once we’re out of this stupid dream.” you scowl, staring him down with an intimidating glare.

jade, seemed unfazed. he was certainly embarrassed, but who is he to let it show? “oh dear, is it quite wrong for one to dream of their mate while asleep?” he shakes his head, catching you off guard. “mate?” everyone collectively questions. “uhm, yeah. do you guys not notice?” floyd scratches the back of his neck as if it were the most obvious thing.

what the hell is he talking about? mate? what.. when? that’s.. it’s not possible. “what are you on about, leech?” you sneer, causing him to grab your hand with a smile. “would you care for me to show you?” he grins teasingly, pulling you in til you rested on his chest. “hey! why you—“

“enough. you two are more than free to discuss this mishap after malleus is defeated. right now, we’ve got bigger problems to focus on.” jamil frowns, separating you two from each other. “..right. im not done with you yet.” you glare at the eel in front of you, much to his amusement. “i look forward to it.”

despite the topic being held for later, you couldn’t help but let jade’s words and fantasies linger in your mind for a moment longer. the statements he had said, the actions he had performed, all of it made you feel.. special.

“he dreams of me?”

A/N: i got lazy at the end whoops. anyways what if i write a jamil one?? double anyways what if jamil and jade love triangl— *gunshots*

im not used to writing long fics for characters by themselves and i think you can tell

date published: 8/22/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[solxamber]

Romance Clichés With: Azul Ashengrotto

Cliché: Objecting to a wedding (with a little twist)

Others: Leona ; Vil ; Kalim ; Idia ; Jamil ; Riddle

Azul sat at his desk in his office, pen poised, tapping thoughtfully as he contemplated what had become his primary preoccupation lately: how to tell you he was in love with you. It was strange, really, to be brought to such an embarrassing level of angst over something as ridiculous as romance.

He had been calm and calculated through all kinds of treacherous deals, survived the most unruly of contracts, and even faced the wrath of certain dorm leaders. And yet, here he was—totally, desperately, in love.

The problem, of course, was how to bring it up without appearing half as desperate as he actually felt. He could already hear Floyd’s teasing if he ever caught wind of it. Not that Azul would ever admit it, but he might be… hopelessly, pathetically desperate. A shudder of horror ran down his spine.

“Alright, Azul,” he muttered to himself, smoothing out his vest. “You’re a businessman, a negotiator—you can handle this.”

But he hadn’t factored in one tiny detail: you were so busy that week, you barely had time to look in his direction. Every time he thought he had an opening to finally confess, you would dash off on some new errand, looking distracted. Azul was beginning to think you might not even realize he existed.

One afternoon, when you came in looking particularly absorbed, he thought, Alright, maybe I just need to be patient.

But then you said, “Azul, can Mostro Lounge handle catering for a wedding reception?”

He blinked, entirely taken off guard. “A… wedding reception?”

“Yeah,” you replied, flipping through some papers as you looked at the lounge thoughtfully. “Also, can you do a big spread? You know, food for a few hundred people?”

Azul’s heart did an odd stutter as he absorbed your words. A wedding… Surely, you didn’t mean your wedding, right? Right? He felt his pulse quicken, but he nodded, doing his best to appear calm.

“Yes, Mostro Lounge can cater… sizable events,” he managed, his throat oddly dry.

“Oh, good,” you said, looking relieved. “Could you put together a sample menu sometime? I’d love to see what the possibilities are.”

You seemed distracted, almost… giddy. Azul’s nerves were fraying with each passing second, but he held it together. It’s just an event, maybe they're organizing for a friend. It doesn’t mean—

But then, the twins ambled into his office later that afternoon. Floyd sauntered over, that unnerving grin plastered across his face. “Shame, Boss. Guess they're tying the knot with someone else, huh?”

Azul’s blood ran cold. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Jade chimed in, eyes glinting with unholy amusement. “Our prefect is planning their own wedding. I heard them talking about the caterers—thought you would’ve figured it out.”

Azul froze. No… it can’t be…

“Yeah,” Floyd continued, clearly relishing his shock. “They’re talking about the reception, catering, the whole deal. Sounds like a big one, too!”

Azul’s brain short-circuited as he tried to process this bombshell. He’d thought… well, he hadn’t thought you would actually marry someone else. Suddenly, an image of you in a wedding with some faceless stranger standing beside you flickered in his mind, and he shot up from his desk, knocking his pen off the edge.

“Where… where are they right now?”

Jade and Floyd exchanged glances, a wicked grin growing on Floyd’s face as he pointed toward the lounge.

Without a second thought, Azul tore out of his office, heart pounding. He found you near the dining area, still sorting through event plans, and before he knew what he was doing, he blurted, “Wait!”

You turned around, startled. “Azul? Is everything alright?”

“No, actually, it isn’t,” he said, words spilling out in a rush. “I—I object to this wedding!”

There was a beat of silence before you blinked, baffled. “Wait… what?”

“The wedding!” he cried, nearly breathless from both panic and embarrassment. “You can’t just— I mean, I didn’t think you were… I mean, I thought…”

You raised a brow, looking both concerned and a little amused. “Azul, what are you talking about?”

He stared at you, realizing too late that he hadn’t exactly… clarified his feelings. The few bystanders who had overheard him began to chuckle, and Azul’s face turned the deepest shade of red you’d ever seen.

“Well,” you prompted, folding your arms with an amused smile, “care to explain yourself, Mr. Ashengrotto?”

Azul opened his mouth, then closed it, absolutely mortified. “I… I thought it was your wedding you were planning.”

He could feel himself spiraling into a pit of despair as laughter rippled through the lounge. You, however, just looked at him, touched and amused all at once. You stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder, and he felt his pulse quicken.

“Azul,” you said gently, “I was planning this for a friend.”

Azul’s shoulders sagged in sheer relief. He let out a breath, and for the first time in his life, he genuinely didn’t care that people were laughing at him. Because you weren’t marrying anyone else, which meant—

“Oh,” he said faintly, face still red as a sunset.

You chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment far too much. “Did you really think I’d go through all that trouble to plan a wedding just for myself without saying a word to you?”

“I… I might have,” he admitted, glancing away sheepishly.

You laughed, stepping even closer. “You really think I’d do that to you?”

Before he could answer, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, leaving him in stunned silence as the last of his anxieties melted away. “I take it you don’t want me planning any weddings unless it’s with you, hm?”

Azul felt his heart lurch, and though every fiber of his pride fought it, he nodded, his blush deepening. “…Yes. That would be… preferable.”

“Well,” you said with a grin, “how about we just start with a date?”

He stared at you, relief and joy mingling into a grin that he just couldn’t hide. “I would… like that. Very much.”

Floyd’s cackling erupted from behind you both, and Azul shot him a murderous glare, but he couldn’t find it in him to care too much—not when he had just won the only prize he truly wanted.

Masterlist

[twistedchatterbox]

“Even in madness we are meant to be”

Summary: Even in overblot they long for you, please, love them.

ft. Riddle, Leona, [Azul, Jamil in part 2] [Vil, Idia, in part 3] [Malleus in part 4] 

Tags. Romantic, not angst, Reader is NOT Yuu/MC, Lovesick Boys, GN-ish reader, Queen is a gender neutral term, established relationships, overblot, yandere-esq vibes, spoilers for literally everything and every single chapter can be expected here

wordcount: 1600+ | Masterlist & Taglist

A trial, they said, it can’t go too bad, they said. Now this shell of your sweet crush smells like gasoline ink and danger; except he burns everything other than you, including himself if the blot is anything to go by, and you wish you could have intervened but.. oh well. From his eyes, Riddle saw red one second, blot next. And from your eyes, you couldn’t even say whatever you saw was your Riddle; not with such a crazed and sadistic look in his eyes, somewhere between amused and furious by the sight of his prior dormmates attempts to escape. No, not this one. Yet even now you find yourself wavering when he looks back at you. You can’t bring yourself to say looks tend to be deceiving, not now.With trembling hands he reached out to you, deceptively weak only to pull you against his twisted form with all his might and hold you there, his left combed through your hair as he let out a feigned sigh of innocence. “Of course,” Riddle laughed –it sounded so wrong– “I knew you’d never disobey me, my trust~ You’ve always been so sensible” you wondered, was this what he was told? Not that you could keep yourself wondering for too long, as you felt him nudge something against your ear; a thornless rose, unlike himself. “We were meant to be, weren’t we?” He asked with a wicked, playful tone, it sounded poisonous yet sincere, it made your head and heart hurt. “If I am the queen of hearts, then aren’t you my king? Or would you rather be the queen of my heart instead?” Riddle said, knowing neither of the questions were wholly questions, or at all. Yet he demanded answers, silently, tilting your chin up to meet his blot induced gaze, he was so close- Yet it was the way he was whispering against your lips that made your heart stop “Well?” Riddle mumbled, close enough to touch the tips of your lips, close enough to make you feel his words on your skin, fanning his soft breath against your own. You barely held it together enough to nod, trying to ignore the way his amused expression softened all the while his grip on you tightened. Leading you somewhere, deep into the maze where the ‘troublemakers’ will not harm you when he goes back to deal them their punishments. Something about you felt off, guilty when you admired his form, maybe it was the way he securely re-tucked the thornless rose in place every few minutes, or maybe it was the way he smiled into your hair; despite the overflowing blot, or because of it, you couldn’t help the dizziness that clogged up your head- or heart. Shaking off the dizziness upon hearing his voice, you tried to meet his gaze; feeling his hand gentlemanly curl against yours, Riddle led you to the canopy in the middle of the maze where you saw two thrones that did not belong there. “For me, and the queen of my heart” he whispered, and for a moment, had it not been for the withering surroundings, you could mistake it– this blot-driven shell– for your Riddle, not a twisted cognition made out of his mind. As if you could blame him for it all- you felt as though some of it was on you, and so much of it on the woman he had to call mother. You bit your tongue, it wouldn’t do you any good to lose it, or your head. Even if it’s too late for your heart. And when his voice, deceptively soft and convincingly sweet, asked you to “Follow me, my Rose”, you complied. Not even in black roses and cracked marble could you resist the tug on your hand nor heart. Following him, and sitting on the throne next to his; unaware of his lovestruck eyes. Soon, thorns and roses encapsulated the canopy and Riddle took it as his cue to stand, only to lean down to meet your gaze and place a gentlemanly kiss on your wrist followed by one on your ring finger. Ink. it hurt your head and heart, looking at his signature sign of showing affection now covered in an impulsive rush of blot and tears. A trial, they said, it cannot be that bad, they said; yet here you sit on a rose throne, with a kiss on your wrist and ring finger. A trial over red roses is history, but what can the king of hearts, or the queen of his, do when the roses have been painted black instead? You huffed, softly to yourself as if the wilting garden had ears, “I’ll just have to see it through” you whisper to yourself, cradling the kiss-marked wrist and hand on your other. No matter how the tale was spun; the king and queen of hearts stayed together, with a newfound soft smile rising on your face, you decided that you’d take this page out of their book. “And I’ll stay here to see it through with him, through everything” and you knew you could recite this by heart.

Sand. One second it was blue, a clear day where everything the light touched looked so close, now covered by the fury of a storm.  The sand storm’s lashing swings reached far as you can see, the storm reigned over the stadium and possibly beyond; nothing was touched by light at this point, it had gotten intense enough to completely obscure everything. Yet you could never for the life of your own mistake the feeling of the culprit’s eyes burning on the back of your neck, that ever familiar feeling of Leona’s eyes scaling you up in an attempt to calculate or guess how you might react if he simply approached you now. As if you could escape. You weren’t even sure where things began or ended, unable to pinpoint anything, including at what point did this relentless storm start raging in his head. How long had he kept it from you? For too long, if it wasn’t obvious by the circumstances. You found yourself so.. frustrated. In a way, angry. Angry that he kept you in the dark as his irrationality- or more accurately, his desperation- boiled over the limit. But you knew you couldn’t do much, not now at least. You didn’t have the means to pull something reckless, not when he was so.. poorly balanced on this fragile line of danger. Sitting on the shattered pieces of his self control in the way a king would on a throne, one he would never have; a mocking reminder. Instead, what you had was the touch of a coarse hand on the back of your shoulder blades to see your unsurprising company you’d expected, now obscured in a flurry of emotions bursting at the seams with blot as its physical body. Leona. He felt cold to the touch with whatever was encasing him entirely, you wouldn’t be shocked if he was not in his own body; the ink, it smelt like gasoline. And you weren’t sure whether or not you were the flame. Physically, that was the only part of Leona present in this space next to you. You doubted that his mind was with him- Even as his cold, coarse hand rubbed circles on your hand gingerly to kindly request your attention, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that this was the boy who made a promise to you that you’d marry each other when you two grew up. The boy who promised you he’d be king. Barely hearing the ‘can I’, you decided to flip a coin mentally and nod, aware of how much sand would get in if you even tried to speak. And just like that, you were pressed against the jet black fur painted by the same thing that drove him to extremes, hoisted up for an ideal bridal carry; had it not been for everything else, you swear the hand guarding your eyes from the storm would make your heart throb so much more. Soon, maybe far too soon, you felt him shift his hold so that he could hold you securely and tight as he sat down on what felt like a makeshift throne on the hoops. Though it puzzled you when you felt rumbling in the cage of his ribs, knowing that tune somewhere in the back of your head, yet shocking nonetheless. The lyrics and melody were strumming onto the cage of his heart, his idle hand combing through your hair with ease, getting the sand out slowly and as much as he could. “I’ve always wondered,” Leona murmured, and you listened, finally freed of the sounds of storm whipping, “just why you stayed.”, and you wondered which direction he was going, despite your hunch. “I thought it was foolish at first.” He confessed, the crack of his now-smokey voice revealing a fragment of something so.. genuine. Vulnerable. His clawed hands busied themselves, the tip of his nails traced the side of your face and tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear; leaning down, planting a kiss on the end of your brow. The gentle feeling of his breathing and heartbeat was the opposite of this cage made from blot and you couldn’t help but focus on the way he held onto you in the midst of falling apart. Thoroughly enjoying the way a shiver moved up your spine, Leona’s palm cupped the underside of your chin; face to face and barely apart from your lips as he whispered to emphasise his point- “But I think I’ve changed my mind. I want to keep you here, by my side.” getting closer, now whispering directly against your lips- “Let me prove myself as a king worthy of you.” -and if you happened to be the flame to set this alight- “Me and my heart- bared for your taking.”  -you might just find out that the gasoline feels too fine.

[vviipers]

1.1k words. (twst) najma viper & fem! reader. (twst) jamil viper/fem! reader.

He was a gift from the esteemed Asim family.

When he and his sister bowed before you and your advisor, his sellers had labeled them both as "anything you could ever want in a human; a cook, a knight, and," you'd stopped listening around then.

You were dismissed before you could properly meet them.

Najma, the younger sister, was assigned to be by your side. Morning, afternoon, and throughout the night, she'd quickly grown comfortable talking your ear off whenever prompted— she'd even do so whenever when you were turning in for the night, animatedly telling you stories from her hometown while you both curled up in your overly large bed.

(It was important to call them stories and not tales. She always had that glint in her eye that just screamed she was reminiscing on happy memories. There was the widest grin on her face even as sleep tried keeping her grip tight, limbs just barely containing themselves from kicking out.)

Najma Viper was a breath of fresh air in such a suffocating palace. Day in, day out, learning how to be prim and proper for when you were inevitably married off to some far-off prince for political reasons; she was a much-wanted change in your monotonous routine.

If Najma was the splash of color in your life, Jamil was a small grey dot that blended in with all else in your life.

He was as quiet as a mouse— or more fittingly a predator waiting to strike. Had Najma not greeted him in that always discreet, always equally silent way she did, you wouldn't have known whenever he was watching from around a corner or inside a shadow.

Jamil was also assigned to you. Not as closely as Najma, but he was always there.

Watching.

Waiting.

The closest thing you could compare him to was a knight, even if he never dressed in the suits and uniforms others did. He kept his weapons concealed, his hands flat against his thighs, but he never seemed to tire. He could fight as well as Najma could— if not better— but he'd never show as much if he didn't need to.

When he joined you and Najma on your inevitable escapades, he'd always trail a distance behind you. Always quiet, never participating in conversation unless he was saying it was time to return home. It was easy to forget he was there if he wasn't breathing down your neck, looming over your shoulder when Najma's threats weren't enough.

You thought he had evil eyes. A chance glance over your shoulder during one of those adventures told you as much.

There was always a stormy cloud swarming itself around his equally grey irises. You told Najma you thought as much as she helped you prepare for a festival. He had stormy eyes that were ready to pelt the world with rain, sleet, and hail at a moment's notice while she held heavy mist within hers.

She had laughed and asked if she held that same evil within hers.

You shook your head and puckered your lips when she pinched your cheeks together, keeping your head still so she could apply a muted crimson shade of lipstick. A sweetheart through and through is what you told her once she let you go.

You don't hold a proper conversation with Jamil until Najma falls ill from poison on your plate.

You're brushing strands of hair from her sweat-slicked forward when he enters the guest bedroom just across from yours.

It's the room she'd been assigned when she first joined, but it's uncomfortably bare aside from the essentials; all of her personal items finding home alongside yours at your insistence. In the short month they've lived in the palace, her belongings have managed to take up as much space as yours.

Jamil jumps at the opportunity to do something with his hands when she wakes briefly. She asked for a quilt to be removed and a cardigan (one of yours, of course. She loved them because she thought the outrageous price of them made them feel better), tossing and turning within the bed until you placed a chilled towel on her forehead and neck

He'd darted off quickly before returning with a sheepish look. You told him you'd retrieve the cardigan if he took care of the blankets. It takes you less time than you spend to find her favorite, shifting foot-to-foot outside of the cracked door to give them a moment alone.

It's the gentlest you'd ever seen him. Fluffing her pillow, holding her head up as he keeps hold of the water cup— it's hard not to think it's an entirely different person standing at Najma's side.

"You can stay with her," you say in a quiet voice. It was a demand more than an offer, holding the cardigan out as you approach. Jamil wordlessly helps Najma sit up, holding her steady as you slip her arms through the sleeves.

As he lays her back down, there's a deep frown worrying itself on his lips. It's worse than usual. Less filled with disappointment or annoyance and more wary. "I can't," he says, equally as soft.

You want to roll your eyes as you round the bed to pull the curtains closed. Najma relaxes further into the mattress as the light decreases, hand sweaty around yours when she reaches out to hold it. "You will."

When he opens his mouth, you cut him off with a wave and gesture for him to sit. He does, keeping his side to you as he carefully watches Najma's face. "I'll file it as an official leave of absence. There's nothing you'll need to concern yourself with other than your combined health."

You'd both left it at that.

It took two and a half weeks for Najma to get back on her feet.

During those two and a half weeks, you'd think you could say you bonded with Jamil.

He begrudgingly switched shifts with you when it came to watching over her. Moments in your day that were supposed to be used for studying were instead spent pulling away hair and wiping down dirty faces while he left for the market to buy medicine and light foods.

Pulling conversation with Jamil was like pulling teeth. If it weren't for Najma, you're sure you'd still only know his first and last name.

Najma snickers when you tell her what you've noticed. It's in her last days of recovery and you tell her of how he's a control freak, how you saw him dance because she was homesick, and how, for the first time in the short time you've known them, you finally saw him with an expression that wasn't excessively stressed.

"You like him," she hums in a sing-song voice while you card your fingers through her hair. A giggle leaves her when you gently knock your fingers against her scalp to get her to stop. "You like him and he's the reason you've been shelving marriage proposals!"

You do, and he was— but it's not as though you were going to act on anything.

[the-broken-truth]

Al'akh Al'ashghar - Jamil Viper [Platonic Yandere] [Male Yuu][Part 2 of 3]

Summary: After the accident, you awaken in a room at Scarabia Dorm while recovering from your poisoning. Jamil has taken the responsibility of taking care of you, but there's something mysterious behind those silver eyes of his. You can't shake off the feeling of unease around him. What is he hiding, and what could be the reason behind your discomfort around him?

Notes:

Al'akh Al'ashghar means 'Little Brother' in Arabic; considering Jamil's Name means 'Handsome/Beautiful' in Arabic, I thought this would be fitting to use. (I don't speak Arabic - I used Google Translate)

This story will be told in the Second POV.

Jamil will refer to the reader as 'Yuu' - if you so choose, replace Yuu with your own name.

PARTS: ONE | TWO (YOU ARE HERE) | THREE

Your body was warm - almost as if you were sleeping in the sun or under a large heating lamp for reptiles, but the lack of light hitting your eyelids made it clear to your awakening mind that there was little to no light around you. Your throat was dry and begging for water. Your body was relaxed and laying on something soft, almost like a cloud while something with a decent amount of weight and warmth was pressed against your chest and up to your next. You wanted to wake up but your body wasn't allowing you to - leaving you to stand in the dark void of your mindscape.

You stood in the endless void, thinking about how you ended up here and everything that led up to this moment in...whatever time it was in the waking world.

You remembered the invitation to Scarabia for a Grand Dinner, personally written by Jamil as he stated that you were going to be his personal guest during the party; what he meant by that, you were not entirely certain.

You remembered getting dressed, leaving Ramshackle with Grim, and arriving at Scarabia a few minutes before the scheduled time on the invite before being stopped by Jamil himself, who asked if you had any consideration to his offer of joining Scarabia Dorm as a permanent resident. However, you told him that you were not interested in joining Scarabia and left him standing there when Kalim arrived and pulled both you and Grim from the Vice Prefect of Scarabia.

Dinner soon came after that and everything was going well until the food actually came; Jamil served you and Kalim personally, even gifting you a custom cup made of silver with your name on it as a thank-you for everything you had done for Scarabia and himself.

You talked.

You ate.

You drank.

And that's when everything went to Hades.

You could feel your life slipping through your fingers as the poison started coursing through your veins and stealing your breath away until Jamil took you into his arms and poured the antidote that he happened to have on him down your throat; he held your and caressed your face while cooing you into calming down and slipping into an unconscious state of mind.

You were lying in a comfortable bed, wrapped in warm blankets that were helping to thaw your cold body. Your vision was hazy, and you could barely make out the ceiling of the Scarabian Room. You wanted to move, but your body felt incredibly heavy, and you could barely lift a single finger. Suddenly, you heard the sound of the door opening, and the light from the hallway briefly illuminated the ceiling before the door closed once again. You then heard the sound of glasses gently clinking together, followed by the warm glow of a lamp on the nightstand hitting your face. You summoned all the strength you had left to turn your head towards the source of the light, coming face to face with Jamil Viper, who had a concerned look in his eyes and was holding a serving tray. The tray included a small water pitcher, a glass, and a bowl of soup with a piece of bread sticking out of it. As you tried to speak, Jamil shushed you and placed a warm hand on your cheek.

"Shhh, Al'akh Al'ashghar. Your throat is too dry due to your body being dehydrated from the poison in your system." Jamil grabbed the glass off the tray and filled it with the water from the pitcher before using his other hand to lift your head gently and placed the glass to your lips, "Drink slowly. Can you do that for me?"

With a nod from your weakened head, Jamil slowly fed you the glass of water; the refreshing liquid soothing your cracked throat. Once the glass was empty, your throat was still sore from being dry for so long but you were able to speak softly.

"What...happened?" You asked.

"I have inspected the food and drinks, and everything appeared to be fine. However, upon examining the cups that the drinks were served in, I found traces of a quick-acting poison on the rim of your cup. I am unable to comprehend why someone would poison you and not Kalim. The only assumption I can make is that the intention behind poisoning you was to get you out of the way so that the perpetrator could have an easier chance at getting to Kalim." Jamil exhales before lowering the hood on his head. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you, Al'akh Al'ashghar, I should have been more careful."

"G...Grim?" You asked in a hushed voice.

"Don't worry, I contacted the Adeuce Duo and had them pick Grim up and return him to Ramshackle; they are going to take care of him until you get better. From what I learned, the poison is going to remain in your system for about 2 weeks." Jamil reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle, opened it, and took one pill out before holding it up to your lips, "This medicine is going fight the poison, but it's gonna make you sleepy. Here, take this and I will feed you your dinner and you can go back to sleep."

You look at the pill before opening your mouth and allow Jamil to place the pill in your mouth and follow it with another glass of water before he feeds you the soup, bread, and one last glass of water before he makes sure you are comfortable before leaving the room. You looked at the ceiling for a while before the effects of the pill took hold and you closed your eyes and drifted off into an unconscious state of mind.

Every day, you wake up when the sun rises, and Jamil brings you breakfast. After feeding you, he helps you take a shower in the attached bathroom, dresses you in fresh clothes, and gives you another pill to take. You fall asleep again until your classes are over. Kalim and Jamil then come to visit you, telling you about their day. Jamil later forces Kalim out of the room and stays with you until dinner time, when he brings you food, feeds you, and gives you another pill. You fall asleep once more, and the cycle repeats itself the next day. Despite this routine, you have not gotten stronger, and you know that the time frame of Jamil's estimate of the poison remaining in your system has passed.

While your body has not improved since the night you were poisoned, your mind has become sharper and you know how to count. Since your time in this room, you have counted 14 sunrises - 14 days - 2 weeks.

Even if your count was off, a conversation that you overheard yesterday confirmed your count and made you even more suspicious about what really was going on here:

Your eyes were closed as you attempted to fall asleep without the aid of the pill since Jamil was taking too long to get back in the room when you heard two people talking outside the door; you slowed your breathing and tuned into conversation.

"They came back again, today." A Member of Scarabia said.

"You made sure to send them away, correct? I don't want them around my Al'akh Al'ashghar." The sound of Jamil's Voice came in response.

"Yes, Vice Housewarden. We explained that the Prefect was rested and should not be disturbed... Sir, they get getting angry with the delays; other members of different dorms have been coming to see him and we have been turning them away per your request, however, they are getting annoyed and we even had to stop a possible fight. They are starting to say that we should return to Prefect to Ramshackle and..."

"No." Jamil cut him off, "My Al'akh Al'ashghar will remain here, with me, where he is safe. Soon enough, those annoying insects will forget about him and will stop coming here. Once everything is put into place, I will move on with what I have planned. Now, you are dismissed and let me know if Kalim needs me. I need to tend to my Al'akh Al'ashghar & I do not what to be disturbed if it's not important."

As per your recollection, that particular day kept playing back in your mind, leading you to contemplate other things. It all started with the night you were poisoned. Jamil, the one who invited you, had informed you that the poison was found solely on the rim of your cup, which was different from everyone else's. While others were served drinks in golden cups, yours was silver, and it was easy to distinguish it from the rest. This struck you as odd since it was the first time you were served in a different cup while attending parties and dinners in Scaraba. You couldn't help but wonder why Jamil had given you a silver cup while everyone else drank from golden ones.

The second strange thing was the fact your body was still in the same condition from 2 weeks ago, showing no improvement and still weak as ever; you needed someone to aid you and Jamil refused to allow you to see anyone else who were not him or Kalim, even then, he barely allowed Kalim to see you.

The third issue that concerned you was the disappearance of your cell phone. A week after your poisoning, you asked Jamil if he had seen your phone. He explained that he had kept it in his room because he did not want the constant ringing to disturb your rest. However, when you asked him to return it to you so you could talk to your friends, he dismissed your request. He said he had already informed everyone that you were okay and refused to give it back. After that conversation, every time you asked Jamil to return your phone, he refused to discuss it.

Upon analyzing all the available information, you arrived at the conclusion that Jamil was intentionally keeping you weak to prevent you from leaving Scarabia and maintaining control over you. However, you lacked evidence to support this claim. You had some time to ponder on this when Jamil arrived with your breakfast and a glass of water, with the intention of making you take a pill. Jamil assisted you in sitting up, served you breakfast, and instructed you to open your mouth to take the pill. He placed the pill in your mouth, but before you could drink the water, there was a knock at the door, prompting Jamil to leave the room to attend to it.

This was the moment you were waiting for.

After spitting the pill out of your mouth, it landed on your bed. With the limited strength you had, you managed to hide the pill between the mattress and the headboard under your pillow. Just then, Jamil walked back into the room and made you drink some water and swallow the pill. Fortunately, he didn't notice that you didn't actually swallow the pill. Jamil smiled at you and gently laid you back down before taking the tray and leaving the room again. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift back to sleep.

You woke up after an hour or two to find that Scarabia was still empty of other students. You realized that your body felt lighter than before and you summoned the strength to lift your hand from under the blanket, which worked. This confirmed your suspicion that Jamil was using pills to keep you weak and tired so that you couldn't leave him. It was clear to you that your mission now was to pretend long enough to regain your strength and escape Scarabia when everyone was asleep. However, it was easier said than done. Then again, as the Prefect of Ramshackle, you had to find a way to get back to your life and away from Jamil.

It had been a week since you embarked on your mission, and by some means, you had managed to avoid taking any more pills. This was either because Jamil was constantly distracted or you had tricked him. As your arms grew stronger, you began throwing the pills out the window into the vast sea of sand. However, you held on to the very first pill that you had spat out, as you intended to give it to Progressor Crewel for analysis. Your body was now strong enough to execute your final plan, but for that, you needed to wait until nightfall.

The sun was finally gone.

The Halls of Scarabia were cricket silence empty.

It was time to move.

Removing yourself from the bed, you grabbed the hidden pill and placed it in the pocket of the Scarabia Outfit that Jamil placed you in earlier in the day. Shoeless, you crept over to the door and placed your ear on it it make sure no one was in the hall before you slowly opened the door, slipped through the crack, and closed the door behind you softly before you started looking around to see where you were in Scarabia. The door should not be too far away but you knew if you broke out into a sprint right now, Jamil or someone else was going to find you.

Exhaling, you started silently stalking through the halls of Scarabia like a phantom when you stopped in front of Jamil's Room; you knew that your phone was in there but you knew it was too much of a risk; Jamil was Kalim's Protector and he had better hearing that you. If you tried to enter his room, he was going to catch you and only Sevens know what he would do to you after finding out you caught on to his plan. You needed to get out of Scarabia, you could come back for your phone later.

You kept moving until you were right next to Scarabia's Main Opening, that was when you booked it down the path and through the mirror, ending up in the Hall of Mirrors before you took a sigh of relief. You turned your back on Scarabia's Mirror before you made the long trip back to Ramshackle: Sleeping in your own bed, Seeing Grim and the Ghosts, Talking to your friends again... That is all you want at the moment.

If only you knew the reaction of a certain Vice Dorm Warden when he found that you were gone when the sun rose.

[TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART THREE]

@universallyweaselwobblermuffin - Outro? Please?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Crowley not so subtly begging Papa Asim for donations :3c

Ah, yes 😌 A tale as old as time… Nobody let Jamil overhear this—

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

“Night Raven College is greatly honored by your presence, Mr. Asim!!” Crowley warbled as he flitted around his desk, wine bottle in hand, and right up to his guest. "Please, allow me to pour you a drink!"

Mr. Asim and Kalim were seated in luxurious chairs (something Crowley had specially procured for this occasion), cushions silken and stuffed with the down of baby birds. The businessman was draped in the finest fabrics with expect stitching, brilliant peacock greens, blues, and golds bright against his white hair and rich skin.

He beamed—his smile so much like that of his son—and held up his glass in a hand heavy with sparkling gems. "Most hospitable of you, headmaster. I'll have just a nip, thank you."

"My pleasure!!" Crowley purred, tipping the bottle over. A stream of deep garnet liquid filled Mr. Asim’s glass halfway. The aroma of finely aged grapes and mulled spices filled the headmaster’s office.

“Smells good! Can I have some fruit juice too?” Kalim asked.

“Errr, when you’re older, Asim-kun! For now, you may have sparkling water.”

“Gahahah! Listen to your teacher, Kalim. The man’s job is to keep you safe while you’re at school.”

“Awww… Alright, dad!”

Crowley tended to the boy, then poured himself his own drink. He made himself comfortable back behind his desk. Swirling the wine in his glass, Crowley eyed the (very wealthy) man across the way.

How much cash was stuffed in the inner lining of his suit? How many credit cards could fit in a single wallet? Was one wallet enough to contain all of his financial assets? Surely not.

Family Day was a means of cultivating good will with students’ relatives and netting donations. If he played his cards just right… Crowley licked his chops—he could practically taste the thaumarks now.

Mr. Asim took a healthy swig. “So! Tell me, my good man. How’s my boy been doing this year?”

The headmaster practically jumped to answer the question. He had prepped himself for this, taking care to prune his feedback of any mention of subpar, just-barely-passing grades.

“Ah, yes! Asim-kun is very cheerful and friendly. He’s one of the few in the student body willing to lend an ear and a helping hand to his peers! Truly, a ray of sunshine in the dark, a cool sip of water in the scorching desert!”

“Hmm, that certainly sounds like him.” Mr. Asim thoughtfully stroked his bushy white beard. “Never has been the type to keep to yourself. Gregarious one, he is. At home, Kalim chats up everyone: the locals, the servants, the animals we keep, his siblings. The ability to communicate across different groups is a valuable thing.”

“I wholeheartedly agree!! And Asim-kun is so good at it,” Crowley gushed. “He reaches out to others regardless of their dormitory—why, I’ve seen him inviting staff members and reclusive Ignihyde and Diasomnia students to his get-togethers!” (The headmaster fondly recalled the delicious foods he had stuffed himself with at a recent Scarabian banquet.)

“He’s beloved by members of his dorm. They couldn’t ask for a better person to lead them. His enrollment alone has done so much good for our school!” Crowley paused dramatically, then slyly added, “And, of course, Night Raven College is most gracious for the generous donation received upon your son's transfer. The newly renovated Scarabia dorm is greatly enjoyed by all.

“Alas!! Our school seems to have fallen on hard times as of late. We experienced big commotions on campus between winter break and the cultural festival…” Crowley lamented, holding his head in his hands. Sorrowful sobs punctuated his sentences.

“If only a kind benefactor would spare us a few million thaumarks for repairing and expanding our facilities! F-For the benefit of the children, of course!”

"Mm?" Kalim cocked his head for a moment—then his face lit up with realization. "Oooh, you’re talking about when Jamil—”

“N-Not now, Asim-kun!!” Crowley hastily silenced him. Sweat beaded on his brow. “The adults are talking!”

Mr. Asim set his wine down and leaned forward. His expression became serious as he laced his bejeweled fingers together, eyes narrowing into ruby slivers. At once, his presence was less like that of a jolly neighbor and more like a powerful sultan, ready to command with the wave of his hand.

Crowley gulped. This man was no pushover.

"How is Jamil doing?"

"Viper-kun? " Crowley scrambled for composure. "Th-This meeting is about your son, so I don't see why... I don't know if I can divulge information on other students...!!"

"He is my son's attendant and closest confidant. I should like to know how he fares.” Mr. Asim turned to his son. “Kalim? Your thoughts?”

If he spills the beans, it’s over for me!! Not just no donation, but my reputation—Night Raven College’s reputation—forever tarnished in the eyes of the public!

“N-No,” Crowley said quickly, “I-I can provide a report if that’s what you want!!”

“I want to hear what Kalim has to say first. Go on, my boy.”

The headmaster’s face fell. One testimony from Kalim, and all of his efforts to flatter Mr. Asim would have all been for naught.

“Dad…” Kalim’s face was uncharacteristically flat. “About Jamil, he…”

It’s over.

“Jamil’s been having a hard time at school! But I didn’t know that until really recently. It turns out, he was really upset and hurting, and he couldn’t tell me about it.” Kalim’s eyes drifted shut. “I feel like… I’ve failed him as his friend.

“I want to be the person he can come to if he wants to be heard. I want to support him. Then I thought, ‘maybe the problem is me’. Maybe I’m not that kind of person in Jamil’s eyes. Maybe I’m not good enough yet.

“So… I made a promise to myself, dad! ‘I’ll get better, so one day Jamil can feel good about coming to me’.” Kalim beamed, the sunshine taking up his entire face. “That’s my goal!”

"Hmmm."

Crowley had entirely deflated into his chair. A prayer to the Great Seven was on his lips, begging for mercifulness.

Mr. Asim suddenly smiled, cutting the tension. "That's good to hear."

Crowley bolted up, talons digging into his seat's arms. "I-It is?!"

“There are some things money can’t buy. I could hire the best tutors in Twisted Wonderland—in fact, I did at one point!!—but there are lessons you can only learn through first-hand experience. I wanted Kalim to have those kinds of opportunities, so I sent him to this institution.

“Birds kept in cages never learn to fly on their own." Mr. Asim nodded firmly, placing a hand over his son's. A belly laugh bubbled out. "The world will open up to you if you open your eyes to it and are willing to change with it.

“I'm happy that you were able to come to understand that during your time here. You’ve matured so much, Kalim. You're well on your way to becoming a dignified successor."

"Wow, you really think so, dad?"

"Yes, I see that the future is in good hands."

Mr. Asim stood and reached into his suit. Crowley's heart stood still when he produced a gold-plated fountain pen topped by enormous diamond and… a rectangular pad of papers.

Jackpot: his checkbook.

“I'd like to invest in that future,” Mr. Asim continued with a laugh, “and in this fine, reputable establishment. Name your number, Crowley, and you shall have it.”

“R-Really?! ANY number?!” There were practically thaumarks dancing in the headmaster’s beady little eyes.

Crowley seized Mr. Asim’s free hand and gave it a vigorous shake. “Thank you so very much, sir!! I can guarantee you that these funds will be put to good use!”

[hathay]

dancing with jamil lil drabble gave me the idea of dancing with sebek, im sick let me indulge, so bare with me🥰

(by the gods kasdan do NOT read this)

just imagine y’all practicing dancing for some reason, each person on their own, but sebek notices how you are so completely off at points. as one of malleus’s highly held retainer he cannot just sit by and let some human continue their pitiful dance without it being corrected. with that he’d go to you and declare he just absolutely has to teach you the correct way to do the dance, you’re simply shamefully bad at it. just,,, don’t point out how beyond whatever his words say, when he takes your hand into his, and he places his other on your waist, how red his cheeks start to grow. i would also advise against pointing out how the tips of his slightly pointed ears are growing red, as well as how he seems to be avoiding your gaze rather diligently. it’s not blush he plainly would state, he’s just embarrassed at how much you lack the ability to dance, he supposes he has no other choice but to help someone in need.

he would correct your footwork, totally NOT stumbling over his words as he gazes down at both of y’all’s feet moving together, his breath hitching as he realizes the situation he put himself in. sebek would be internally scolding himself because how could a fae such as himself become so flustered by simply teaching a human, of all people, to dance!! he only seems to blush more as this goes on, his voice raising to tell you he ISN’T BLUSHING, it’s definitely just cold where he is teaching you how to dance. then it hits him like a train all over again, he is teaching you how to dance. you are barely a foot apart, your hand resting in his, he’s practically stopped breathing due to the feeling of how perfectly your hand fits in his. your hand on his shoulder is just another reminder of the proximity of you both. his stoic attitude falters for a minute as you both lock gazes, his widening a bit at the realization that he wants to be able to be in this situation with you more, this close to you more. asking him aloud if he is alright will just cause for him to attempt to regain his composure, stepping back and claiming you will resume lessons (one’s he literally just made) to better your dancing tomorrow, after all, he doesn’t want you to wear yourself out, you don’t have his stamina he proclaims. in his flurry to leave you can’t help but notice him extend his fingers out, flexing them, then bringing them back into a ball. the feeling of your hand in his still lingering, a showcase of his guarded and up righteous self starting to unravel, and you completely at fault. though, he doesn’t seem to mind. pride and prejudice style fr

[writingfool001]

I Already Found My Happily Ever After Part 3

Author’s Note:  If I ever write about female readers, they will be strong. Also, you are tall in this one because there isn’t enough tall reader materials. Also, I don’t know how I did after writing Kalim’s section since I was having some difficulty with it, but here it is. 

Request: Nope

Pairing: Kalim, Rook, & Lilia x Female Reader

Warning: Female Reader, pronouns you/your, strong character, characters may be a bit ooc, bit of angst here and there, fluff.

Part 1 (Riddle, Leona, & Azul) Part 2 (Jamil, Vil, Idia, & Malleus)

It was a joint school get together or basically what prom would be with several academies together which was an upside for you and your lover. You barely have had the time to see each other since both of you go to different schools and your school would rather affiliate themselves with the Royal Sword Academy than Raven Night College. 

When the event was announced, the headmistress advised everyone to be on their best behavior and if anyone from another school tried to force themselves, you had full permission to take care of the problem or find an instructor. Yeah, your headmistress had zero tolerance for assholes. She also mentioned that it was NRC's turn this year to  

You met up with each other at the event and your lover was dressed handsomely as he stood out in the crowd. You both decided to have a nice night, wanting to enjoy the time with each other. He complimented you on your attire and gave you a kiss on the cheek before escorting you to the main hall where the event was being held. 

At some point, you stepped away to use the restroom and right as you were on the way to return, a figure stepped into the middle of your path which made you stop. 

“My humble apologies, but I couldn’t help ignoring your gorgeous self and was wondering if I could possibly have this dance as your date.” He started bowing and held his hand out. 

“Sorry, but I’m here with someone,” You decline politely, stepping around him to continue on your way and only get a couple feet away before he spoke again.  

“What could be better than dancing with a prince and possibly your future true love?” He said, causing you to freeze as others paused and watched the interaction.  

“What could be better than that, you ask?” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Dancing with my betrothed.”  

“Who could he possibly be? Possibly from RSA?”  

“Nope, he goes to NRC.”  

“A villain?! Are you mad?”  

“Nope, I’ve always loved the villain more than the hero. Perhaps all the other girls, fawning after you, will take up your proposal.”  

You walk off, leaving many people’s jaws on the floor as you made your way over to your beloved who saw you publicly humiliate some prince. 

Kalim 

He wasn’t really paying attention because he had his breath taken away once he saw you and noticed you were walking towards him, breaking out of his small trance, before excitingly approaching you and showering you with kisses then telling you how he has missed you. He held your hands, enveloping them in his warm grasp. As his thumbs brushed over your hands, he felt the faint texture of your ring that you wore and thought back on how this all came to be with you.  

He remembers sitting in on a meeting of his father and another man, the head of a well-known merchant family, who were discussing his future and who he would be wedded to. Earlier, he asked his father about the man he was going to meet, he was told that he was also a well-known merchant and had a family with two children around his age. He was somewhat listening to the two adults converse before hearing the door slam open and a young girl appears, furious. 

“The audacity of adults, especially you,” The girl furiously stated before pointing at the man, sitting opposite of his father. “You’re in here deciding my future when I have no say in this. I may be your daughter, but you’ve taught me to fight for myself and I refuse to be given away to the highest bidder!” 

The girl stormed out and her father got up to go after before apologizing to his father for the interruption then ran off to chase after you. He realized that what you said was true and ran after you, ignoring the call of his father. He realized the unfairness of this and wanted to clear up to hear what you wanted. He ran around the palace, passing servants and his family, and was about to give up before seeing the same little girl sitting beside one of the tigers that his family had. He slolwy approach as the tiger acknowledged his presence and wrapped their tail around her then the little girl looked up to see him, eyes puffy from tears. 

“What do you want?” she questioned with a harshness to her voice before Kalim brought his hands up in a surrendering gesture. 

“I just wanted to check up on you,” He responded, “Do you mind if I sit?” 

Seeing you nod, it took a while before you both started talking and then he apologized for having sat at the meeting with your father without noticing you not there. All you told him was that it wasn’t his fault, you just didn’t want someone to decide your future and marry someone you didn’t love nor stop Kalim from being happy. He was surprised you thought about this, especially when you both were barely 11. He then brought up that he agrees with you and tells you that he wants you to be happy, bringing up your fair point that by the time you both were older, you would probably have your own ambitions. You continued to talk and came to a deal with each other that you both made sure that your fathers would respect. 

You both came back, to both fathers, while holding hands and telling them that you both would betroth, but if either of you wanted to out, you could break off and go your separate ways. Mentioning that the supposed marriage would be out of love rather than convenience. From that day on, your family would visit during breaks and summer as well as the event when they were invited.  

During your visits, you would spend time with Kalim and forget about the whole betrothed thing as your relationship began to blossom. You told him about the outside world and the places you’ve gone with your father as he listened to your stories, painting vivid pictures in his mind. During the summer, you were introduced to Jamil, and you introduced Kalim to your sister. Occasionally, you would help him with homework from his tutors and show him some of the magic that you’ve learned so far which helped spark his interest in learning magic. He came to you and wanted to learn more from you, even though he had the top tutors to teach him. He has seen how you interacted with his siblings and how you adjusted to paying attention to so many. He would show you around the palace and the animals that his family owned. He had come to realize your fondness for tigers which resulted in you both napping with them in the afternoon occasionally. There was a fondness that started to grow in him whenever you two were together and he had come to love your dazzling personality, hoping that you shared the same fondness for him. 

His family was hosting a party and there were many who attended, including your family. Everyone was having a grand time, dancing, eating, and socializing, and Kalim was taking turns dancing with his siblings who could. As he noticed you not in the crowd, he looked towards the dance floor to see you expertly dancing, it was as if you lost yourself in the music and let the music guide your steps. He stared in awe before slipping into the dancing crowd and twirled you around once he reached you. He notes the surprised expression turned to a caring one before you both danced together in sync with each other. He began to lose himself as his attention was fully on you until the next thing he knew was him being shoved to the ground as he heard his mother scream. 

Immediately looking up to see you holding someone’s wrist as they tried to bring it down, hoping to injure you enough to get to Kalim. You knocked the knife out of their hand before shoving them back and used your magic to protect him. Right as the intruder pulled out a sword and charged to attack, you caught the weapon your sister threw at you before engaging in combat. Kalim watched as you gracefully fought back, not letting this person find too many openings to attack you, then knocked their sword out of their grasp then decided to engage in hand-to-hand combat as you were injured. Your attacks were precise yet flowy, it was as if you were dancing with this stranger. Kailm was then surrounded by guards as you held the intruder in a chokehold, hoping to knock them out, as they were struggling before falling unconscious. Once you made sure your opponent was defeated, you handed them over to the guards before you started to collapse, and Kalim rushed to catch you. 

He looked at his hand to see if it had the familiar crimson on it, he called for guards to take you to the infirmary. He watched as they carried you out, keeping pressure on your wound. The party ended as you both spent the night, resting in the infirmary. As you slept with bandages around your wounds, he realized you could have died tonight right in front of him and missed out on the rest of your life as well as the possible life you both could share together.  

When you woke, he was clutching onto you for dear life and crying while telling you that you shouldn’t have risked your life for his while getting snot all over your shirt. When you told him that he had more people to live for rather than you, he immediately shot it down and told you that No matter how brave or happy he may act, he couldn’t spend any single moment without thinking of you. He told you of how you balanced him out and completed him as well as you continued to see him, even though you could have broken the engagement between you two off. He remembered your gentle smile as you comforted him and apologized for worrying him as you both kept each other in each other's embrace. It was after that your engagement became official. 

A couple months later, he brought up about attending Night Raven College, he remembers you being concerned about him going as well as his safety and attempted to suggest him to go to perhaps Royal Sword Academy, unknowingly to him that you were trying to give Jamil a chance to grow, but he was persistent, and his father agreed, not to mention, as well as made a heavy donation to his son’s chosen school. Part of you think that he decided to go because Jamil and you went to school while he stayed home to learn. You were there to wish your lover goodbye before the ghost carriage came to pick him up and watched as he said goodbye to his family then he turned to you. He took your hands into his and kissed them lovingly before telling you that he’ll stay safe and will make sure to stay in touch with you then showered you with kisses. 

For the past two years, he would text you, may it be random night talks or good mornings. He would look at your magicam account to see how you were doing and cheer you on in your hobby. He would tell Jamil how much he misses you before Jamil would have to stop him from flying to see you. You would both make study calls, and you would help him the best you could, only to have him text you later so that he passed his test. He would send you gifts, and it would get a bit out of hand to the point you’d have to tell him to slow down, and you didn’t need a chandelier in your dorm room. Even though you both had distance between you two, it still felt like you were close to each other. 

Now, here you were, dressed lovely and within arms distance of him. He was happier than usual and kept his hand in yours for the rest of the night, only letting go when either of you had to grab something or go to the bathroom. He snuck you out and took you on a carpet ride, like you used to before. He brought your hand up and kissed your ring that you wore multiple times throughout the night. He didn’t care if he would get lectured by Jamil, he was here with you for a night.

Rook

He swoons as he watches you strike the boy down easily with your sharp tongue and kiss the back of your hand then up your arm. He guides you towards the dance floor like the ring on your finger and looks back on your relationship. 

His family was visiting a friend of theirs and most children were finding ways to occupy themselves. Rook’s older siblings were hanging out with the older kid while the younger hung around his parents. Rook, being 10, was exploring their extensive garden that had different plants, it reminded him of a forest. He skillfully ran through the greenery with the hints of colors in tow. There was a point where he stopped for a rest as a figure caught his eye. Quietly moving into the bush, he watched through the small opening of the leaves.   

He sees a young girl in black sitting on a bench, scribbling in a small book and pausing whenever she looks closely at some flowers. She was entirely focused on what was in front of her, leaving the world. He watched silently before a glint caught his eye then heard a thud next to him. He turned his head to see a throwing knife, impaled his hat, sticking against tree and right as he was about to move, a voice interrupted him. 

“I know you’re there,” you said, not looking up from your book as your pencil continued to move against the paper. “Show yourself or else I won’t miss on purpose this time.”  

He pulled the knife from the tree and put his hat back on top his head before standing up. He stepped out of the brush and stood to his height as you raised and turned your gaze towards him, silently examining him.   

“You must be part of the Hunt family.” You said, putting your book and pencil down on the stone bench before standing to your tall height. “I forgot there were going to be guests today.” 

“You know who I am?” He asked 

“Yes, my parents speak highly of your family so I would rather make sure not to make enemies. Besides, I’d rather not accidentally have to kill you then feed you to my pet plant to hide the evidence.” 

He looks back at the plant that you were studying to a carnivorous plant, one that he has only heard of and read about in books, and that sparked a long conversation between the two of you, one that resulted in the beginning of your relationship. 

When his family visited again, he went to explore the garden, not caring about the gloomy weather but hoping to find you again and see you sitting in a gazebo with a crystal ball on the table. Right as he stepped forward, he was immediately pulled into the air as his vision was suddenly upside down. He watched as you step closer and look with a small smirk as he hung upside down.  

“I thought you would have seen that obvious snare, Rook?” He simply smiles before letting out hearty laughter and congratulated you on catching him off guard then helped him down. This often happened whenever his family visited; you both spent the entire time together while occasionally both sets of parents would watch from a distance. 

Most would find this type of relationship strange, but to be honest, Rook was a strange one and you intrigued him. He enjoyed your attention to detail and how adventurous you are when it came to your morbid hobbies and interests. Not to mention your specialization in botany as well as fencing. He saw you as a breathtaking enigma that has lured him into your clutches with your charm. No one really knew when you both started dating, it just happened. 

When Rook was around the age of 15, there was an evening when his family hosted a gala that had guests dancing and socializing while dressed to the nines. He socialized with a few people before spotting your family enter and then his eyes set on you. You were dressed elegantly in black. 

He excused himself and approached you before seeing that you got asked to dance by another fellow close to both your age. You accepted and were guided to the dance floor as Rook decided to join the dancing circle. Again, he socialized with his passing partners and asked if they enjoyed the party while keeping an eye on you, dancing gracefully. After a couple pass, you spun into his arms and greeted him in french which he greeted back as well. Another thing of your relationship was you both spoke in french a lot to each other as if it was your secret language.  

“Are you enjoying the party so far?” he asked, looking up slightly at you, as the world blurred while you both danced. 

“Yes, quite an interesting event, but I think I scared some of the guests.” You respond, remembering some of the past dancing partners this evening. 

“They’re only scared of your beauty and the aura of mysteriousness around you.” 

“Do I scare you, Rook?” 

He gracefully stopped and dipped you with sincerity look in his eyes and a small lovesick smile adorning his face. 

“Of course not, you only draw me closer to you.” 

You both waltzed the night away, dazzling your audience with your grace and skill. He then showed you around the Hunt household and even the garden. Later that night, the Hunts offered your family some rooms to stay and your parents did not refuse. As you were about to go to bed, you saw a familiar messy set of blond hair outside of your window then approached the window that had the perfect view of the garden. 

“Most would scream and panic when seeing someone outside their window in the middle of the night.” You said once you opened the window. 

“We both know you are not most people. Most don’t have extensive training like you.” 

“You are a strange one, Mon cher.” 

“That I am, but Mon amour, you do quite love the strange.” he said, gently taking your hand and kissing. 

“Why do you haunt my window this night?” 

“I’m certain that I could not live with the thought of a life without you in it. So I have come to ask, would you marry me in the future?” 

He showed you a beautiful yet simple ring before you chuckled and accepted it. Both sets of parents were delighted to hear the news of your engagement, knowing that you two were perfect together. Nothing really changed between you two, you were both still showering each other in love and acting like a lovey dovey couple. You both would chat through a crystal ball or by phone during the school year. You met Vil who you would have tea with whenever you visited and he questions how you ended up engaged to Rook, only for Rook to say it was with his charm. Whenever Vil and you would hang out with each other, Rook has an overload of beauty in front of him, he doesn’t regret introducing you both to each other. 

He introduced you to some of his fellow classmates and was delighted to see you socializing with others, even striked up a conversation with Malleus. As the same as the countless nights before, you both danced around and forgot about everyone else in the world, only wrapped in each other and enjoying the night.

“Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?” Rook asked with his usual lovesick expression before kissing you lovingly.

Lilia 

He playfully chuckles as you approach before kissing you gently and escorting you away, teasingly mentioning to you how you could have let that poor boy down easier since you were already taken. You thought you were engaged to this old man? Nope, you’ve been married to him for a while. 

During his time of service, he would occasionally catch glimpses of you as you went about your duties as he did. From what he’s heard from the other guards, you were very skilled both physically and magically as well as having few people who you could call close friends. The fear he would hear in other guards’ voices whenever they mentioned approaching you, piquing his interest and curiosity wasn’t going to let it kill this bat fae. 

At first, he would observe you from afar, maybe during training, meal time, passing by during duties, and such. Your first interaction between you two was during a sparring match both physically and magically. As he fought, he was in awe as you moved with precision and smoothly, almost gracefully, yet packed a powerful blow behind your attacks. He also learned how stubborn you are, especially when refusing to yield, which was another thing he loved about you. 

He volunteered or traded with someone else to get paired with you on patrols and would strike up a conversation with you any chance he could get. His interest began to grow, and he would occasionally question the fluttering in his stomach when he would see you. The feeling grew as you both spent more time together as he fell more for you over the years. 

There was a war starting and you both were sent to lead troops separately on the battlefield. This was not the first time that you two were separated during times of war, you both kept in contact using a locket and would leave each other message for a certain period of time. Messages were left and answered as chaos and ruin continued while you both fought for your kingdom before you both returned to be in each other's arms. There were nights where Lilia thought about you and how he hoped for the end of war, wanting to get back to you.  

Towards the end of a war and he returned to the Briar Valley, he heard that you were fatally injured when you pushed through the enemy’s line to give your men the upper hand and recently passed out before immediately racing to your bedside in the infirmary to see you laying there, still and peaceful. Tears began to somewhat fall, as thoughts flooded his mind about how you may die and leave him here alone, and he gently took your limp cold hand then held it as he prayed for you to be alright. It was around this time he realized that using violence would end in death. During the time that you were out, Lilia would always stop by and spend his meal times with you while telling you about the day's events. He brought up how you both would be receiving a medal and about how they were going to try to have a ceremony without you before he and the royal family said no. As he was about to leave, he decided to stay with you and climbed into the bed before kissing your cheek goodnight then fell asleep. 

There was a point at night when he felt a hand run through his long hair and your voice speaking softly before he opened his eyes to see you smiling down at him. You greeted and told him that a splash of color would look good in his long black hair before he took your face into his hands and kissed you passionately, as if he’d never see you again. There were more tears in his eyes as he held you close. It was at that moment he realized that it was probably time for both of you to retire and he should marry you. 

You both had a small wedding with a few colleagues and the royal family attending before you both went on a honeymoon, traveling around. Right when you both got back and thought you were going to have a peaceful retirement, the queen had a baby and you both were appointed as the young prince’s caretakers. It was an interesting time for the both of you, was the least to say. He remembers hearing your laughter when Malleus accidentally burned his bangs and how you reassured Malleus that he was going to be okay whenever he started crying. Lilia watched you interact with Malleus and how motherly you were with him, teaching him and showing him enough love, helping to raise him into the man he was today. You also had to be the one to cook and keep an eye on Lilia if he was in the kitchen. 

As Malleus was older, Lilia realized that he wanted your little family to grow, which ended up with him coming home with a baby wrapped in his jacket. You interrogated him, as Malleus held the sleeping baby, and he told you how he found the poor child alone during his stroll in the forest. Right as you were about to go deeper into it, you both heard a cry and looked to see the child begin to cry as Malleus tried to comfort him before looking at you with a panicked look. You sigh softly before gently cradling the child in your arms and begin to soothe him as Lilia begins to sing a lullaby, slowly soothing the baby before he looks up at you and clutches onto you then snuggles against you. That surprised Malleus and you as Lilia laughed. After that, you both named the baby Silver and raised him as your own with the help of Malleus. Only for a couple years later to welcome Sebek to the family. For a time, you were the softer yet firm one out of Lilia and you helped Lilia realize the two boys weren’t the soldiers that you both commanded on the front line. Lilia realized you were right and started being more laid back but continued to show silver parental love and raised him to who he was today.  

You eventually got to meet Malleus’s betrothal and was introduced as his second mother. By the end of the night, you told her all the childhood stories about him as Lilia comforted an embarrassed Malleus. You both became close friends. When Malleus started attending NRC and Lilia went with him, you stayed in Briar Valley until Silver started to attend NRC until you decided to go keep Malleus’s fiancé some company which she appreciated and used the excuse to teach her more about her future duties as queen. The queen saw through your excuse and the only condition she gave you was to return in emergencies.  

Both you and Lilia made sure to appear younger to not raise any suspicion, Lilia and you would game with each other a couple of times a week or he would just randomly appear to spend time with you. He also keeps the same locket you both communicated with, and it has a picture of you in. If anyone outside of Diasomnia catches him looking at it, he would say you were his betrothal which you told him to refer to you as, in case anyone asked about you. Malleus notices the lovesick look in Lilia’s eyes whenever he sees your picture in the magical history textbook. You would occasionally hear serenading outside your window to see your beloved, floating with a rose in hand. 

He often looks back on the countless years you both spent together raising your little family and chuckles to himself as he recalls one of the many funny memories of your time together. He escorted you towards your boys and introduced you to his friends and classmates. Eventually, he escorts you back to Diasomnia and you both dance with music echoing through the dorm 

[my-1heart]

I… I love flowers!

my-1heart Valentine’s Special (2)

Jamil Viper x GN Reader

Notes: it’s kinda a mess!! Reader loves flowers, gets teary eyed because Jamil cares, flowers!!

Jamil’s day, everyday, was practically the same.

- get up and get ready

- prepare breakfast and Kalim’s lunch

- get Kalim up and ready

- have breakfast and head off to school

- drop Kalim off at class and go to his class (repeat until lunch and after lunch)

- have lunch with Kalim

- possible club practice

- head back to the dorm with Kalim and start chores

- start dinner

- have dinner and get Kalim ready for bed

- once Kalim was asleep, start homework

- go to bed

Rinse and repeat as much as necessary.

However, today a new task was added. Finding flowers for his partner.

Valentine’s Day drew near and Jamil wanted to at least see the selection for their gift.

Luckily, Kalim had a sudden club meeting today, which gave Jamil roughly an hour to go and look before heading back to pick him up.

Walking into Sam’s shop, he was surprised to see that Sam had a decent selection of flowers. Perhaps it was because of the holiday that was right around the corner… or perhaps it was because some dorms needed flowers. He wouldn’t ask though, he has too much to do and to little time to mingle.

“Hey, my little imp. Looking for flowers are we??” Sam suddenly spoke, startling Jamil a bit.

He looked over and nodded.

“My friends on the other side tell me it’s possibly for someone special. Have I hit the nail on the head?” He asked, to which Jamil cleared his throat.

“My dorm’s house warden was looking for something to spruce up the dorm a bit for his party. Anything that falls perfectly in with the holiday.” Jamil responded.

“I see, I see.” Sam replied, beginning to ponder just a bit.

Jamil had massive hope that the answer sufficed enough as to not give it away. Sure you guys weren’t dating secretly, but it would be a hassle if almost everyone knew and bothered either of you about it.

“Red Camellias would do nicely with your dorms style.” Sam spoke, grabbing a few for reference.

Jamil looked at the red flowers and immediately felt they had been perfect. He nodded and placed an order for a small bouquet to “test it out”.

Sam placed in the order and waved Jamil off as he left. The flowers were to be ready tomorrow by lunchtime.

Jamil walking back to pick up Kalim, had begun to let his thoughts wander. Why flowers? Someone would ask.

Jamil would never really give them a respective answer because that answer could not and would not put in the emotions he felt when you had first been gifted flowers by him.

The fact had been, he felt guilty for being so busy. Jamil had came across some flowers that had been blooming in the courtyard and well, he plucked a few to give to you.

And when he saw you by the Scarabia mirror, he thought now would be a better time then ever. Handing you the flowers, he could barely get out a small apology before you began to get a little teary eyed.

“Were… these not to your liking? I apologize, I didn’t have the time to go get you an actual bouquet.” He apologized, to which you frantically shook your head.

“I… I love flowers! Any flowers really!” You cried, cradling the flowers with care.

“Then why are you teary eyed?” He asked, gently wiping your eyes.

“It… meant a lot to me that you still held me in your thoughts even when you were so busy..” you mumbled.

“You’re so silly, you know that? I have to apologize for being so busy.” He apologized again, you shook your head again.

“There’s no need for apologies. Any moment I can have with you, means the world” you smiled.

Jamil adverted his gaze from yours before inviting you to Scarabia for a bit. Which, you happily took his hand and walked into his dorm together.

That memory forever stuck to him as he remembered the flowers he plucked for you that day…

Red Camellias

A symbol for passion, and love. A true interpretation of how he felt for you.

February 13, 2023 7:46 AM

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours in the Moonlight: Guileful Nightfall - 7. Memories

Summary: Talking to Kalim about the entire situation at the Scarabia clan might be just what the doctor ordered. But it also might just lead to more questions regarding his relationship with Jamil. Either way, getting to know the leader of the clan hardly seemed like a bad idea.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1525

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I’d barely gotten through the doors to the Scarabia clan before my hands were being grasped tightly by Kalim's cooler ones, “Y/n! I wondered when you would get here! Were you able to get everything you needed to taken care of?”

I blinked at him in surprise before nodding as I recalled the excuse I’d written down on the paper, “Yeah… Yeah, it wasn’t anything too difficult, just something that needed to get done.”

I smiled at him slightly, awkwardly pretending like I definitely hadn’t just been getting assistance from another clan and had been handling something more along the lines of laundry instead as he grinned at me.

 “Great! I was worried when we all woke up and you were gone, but then Jamil found that note you left.” I lifted one shoulder in an awkward half-shrug as Kalim paused, leaning forward as he scanned my face carefully and caused me to lean back slightly. 

I was coming to the conclusion that Kalim had little in the way of personal boundaries, but also that he seemed to mean little to no harm. 

After a brief moment, he smiled again and leaned back, “Good, I was worried. You seemed kind of out of it last night at the end of the feast.”

At his words, I felt my eyes widen and he laughed brightly. Letting go of one of my hands to wave his around airly, “Ah, Don’t worry! It wasn’t really obvious or anything. It’s just that I’ve been told that I have a really good read on people before.”

I smiled at his happy words, nodding slightly even though he’d completely misinterpreted my surprise. 

If he didn’t know why I’d been acting oddly and had even been concerned, then he must not have realized Jamil had hypnotized me, which raised all sorts of questions.

But something told me that I needed to broach this carefully, so instead of mentioning anything about that, I nodded, “I think I was just tired. Touring your clan was a lot to take in after all. It’s an amazing place.”

He all but beamed at my words, tugging me by the hand that he still held and starting to walk along with me. 

We headed towards the stairs like he was taking me someplace in particular, “Thanks! My dad paid for all of it. He isn’t here, but if you ever get to meet the Al-Asim clan, he’s their head!”

I nodded slightly, “Are they far from here, or…?”

I trailed off, but Kalim nodded vigorously, his earrings swinging wildly as I felt myself smile at his exuberance, “They’re in a different district, but you’d really like them! The clan is full of really nice people and is a fun place. Jamil’s family is part of that clan too! We grew up together after all.”

There was something about Kalim that struck me as incredibly innocent and kind-hearted. It made me want to trust him even with what had already occurred at the Scarabia clan and my friends' warnings fresh in my mind.

But his words also confused me, and I found myself tilting my head to the side, not sure if I should voice my questions or not. 

Kalim seemed far more open than Jamil, so if I was going to learn anything, it seemed more likely to come from Kalim, but I also didn’t want to cross any lines.

I at last smiled at the young man next to me with a slight bit of awkwardness, “I don’t want to push or anything, but, why did you leave the Al-Asim clan? If you don’t want to tell me it’s fine, I’m just-”

I was cut off by his head shake, a relaxed smile on his face, “That’s okay, I don’t mind at all. We left to see more of the world.”

I blinked in quiet surprise at his words, but he continued. Turning to look down the hallway with a soft smile that spoke of nostalgia and fond memories, “Jamil always used to talk about wanting the freedom to travel when we were young, so once I got old enough, I told dad I wanted to see the world and take Jamil with me.”

He looked back my way, that same smile still on his face as I listened to him quietly, “He agreed and even thought it would be good for me. He’s the one who recommended that I form a clan when I found a place I liked.”

He turned, leading me into the room where I’d first met both him and Jamil before sitting down on a cushion on the floor and smiling up at me. Patting the cushion next to him just like he had last night with a bright smile as he finished, “And that’s how we came to be here.”

I sat down next to him silently, a smile on my face as I came to a very simple realization. 

Kalim was in no way a bad person. In fact, he might be one of the very best people I’d ever met when it came to raw, innate goodness. In no way did he intend to take over this area or cause some sort of power struggle. He’d come here to help fulfill his friend’s wishes.

“Here you are,” Both me and Kalim turned at the exasperated voice that came from the doorway to see Jamil looking our way with a slight frown.

He was the one who still confused me. I could understand being wary, and he seemed to have almost as much, if not more, pull in how things went within this clan than Kalim did. What I couldn’t figure out was why Jamil had hypnotized me.

Looking back, both times had been to ensure I stayed longer than I’d intended. But why on earth would he want me to stay here?

Was it just to keep an eye on me or something else? Or perhaps he was worried about what I might report to Crowley?

I didn’t see why that would be the case though since, so far, the only suspicious thing that had happened was him hypnotizing me.

I frowned slightly as I watched him and Kalim interact. Kalim seemed so happy to be just chatting with Jamil, while Jamil seemed exasperated.

And in some ways, I could understand. Spending time with someone as exuberant and upbeat as Kalim was bound to get tiring at times, but if they were friends, I would’ve thought Jamil would be used to it by now.

Kalim turned my way with bright eyes, causing me to brace for whatever it was he was about to say. I wasn’t worried, but I also wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.

“Say, Y/n, how did you come to be here?” I blinked at his words, which did follow our previous line of conversation but were still largely unexpected. 

What surprised me more, though, was when Jamil nodded and looked my way with sudden interest. Tilting his head slightly as he spoke, “I’m curious about that too. If you don’t mind, how did you come to be involved with the vampires and the clans?”

I shifted slightly, glancing between the two young men before sighing and giving up with a smile. It was a perfectly fair question, especially considering I’d just asked Kalim about his past. It was just an awkward topic as well.

“I, uh…. Well, vampires started following me around, and then I kind of ended up making friends with one.”

 I started awkwardly, only for Kalim to lean forward with sparkling eyes, “Oh! Who was it?” 

Jamil shot him a look almost immediately, muttering his name in a warning tone that had me shaking my head with a smile immediately, “No, it’s alright. It was Vil. I guess that was a little over two Halloweens ago…” 

Both young men nodded at my words, Jamil sitting back in an almost thoughtful fashion, “I’d wondered how the two of you knew each other.”

Kalim nodded, glancing first at Jamil and then back my way, “Vil’s a nice guy, though. I was so happy to hear that he’d formed a clan.”

I smiled slightly at his words, nodding slightly and knowing there was no way I could ever tell him exactly why Vil had formed the Pomefiore clan. 

Just based on what I’d seen so far of Kalim, the knowledge that the Pomefiore clan came into being because of Rook and Epel being suddenly changed into vampires as a ploy to force my hand would probably crush him.

“Yeah… After that, I ended up becoming the Hunter working under Crowley because there was no one else really suited or open to the job after Rook, the previous Hunter, became a vampire,” I summarized the rest carefully. Keeping any mention of how we’d been tricked by Crowley or anything else out of the explanation.

There was no need in saying anything upsetting, and I wasn’t sure how much I exactly wanted to share with Jamil. He was friends with Kalim, but I still couldn’t trust him. Not after he’d hypnotized me for no clear reason.

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“Mistress!! Can I stay in your room tonight!!” Kalim cried that evening, latching onto your arm. 

“I would advise against that.” Jade said, glancing at his twin who had been in a particularly bad mood the entire day. 

Floyd snashed his teeth together, his eyes taking a crazed look,  “I’m staying with Shrimpy, tonight.” 

He was not going to entertain any other options. 

Not tonight! 

Kalim pouted, “But it’s been awhile since I was able to stay with our Mistress!” 

Jamil gave a longsuffering sigh, “Kalim, you’ll get your chance again. Perhaps we should be radical and let her pick.” 

Everyone pretended not to hear that. 

Kalim just pouted further, “But it’s been almost a month!” 

Leona yawned, “Oi, I don’t know why ya’ll are arguing! I shall sleep in her room tonight!” 

“NOT A CHANCE!!” several hybrids yelled at once. 

Malleus blinked at this new development. For some reason that evening, most of your hybrids got into an argument about who was going to stay with you that night. 

So, you didn’t mind any of hybrids being in your room? 

He glanced at you who made it a point to keep silent on the matter. He had never witnessed hybrids willingly wanting to stay with their human masters. Even sitting in a dark room for days on end was preferable to staying with whoever was his master at the time. 

But here, there were hybrids fighting over it? 

“Sea Lion, you always, always cuddling the Shrimpy!” Floyd growled, “Day and night just about! You're the reason why the rest of us barely get any time! You get her in the day, dragging her into the den for cuddles. Why should you get an all night cuddle too!” 

“Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Wanna throw down?!” Leona flexed his claws. 

Floyd cracked his neck, “You lookin’ to get squeezed?” 

“Let’s not fight.” Azul spoke before adding, “I’m sure we can all at least agree it will be either one of you tonight, but only if you promise to let someone else have a turn tomorrow!” 

Although Kalim pouted, the rest agreed that it was coming down to Floyd or Leona. The only problem was that neither was willing to give ground. 

“It’s been getting colder! She keeps me warm and besides, as a coldblooded fish, are you sure you want your Mistress to wake up freezing tomorrow morning?” smirked Leona. 

“And with you smothering all over her, are you sure you don’t want your Mistress to wake up baking tomorrow morning?” Floyd shot back. 

You really hesitated to say anything when they got like this. You learned ages ago that siding with one or the other would only make things worse. They needed to duke it out between themselves, so they would all be satisfied with the results. 

You gave a yelp when Floyd suddenly appeared at your side and picked you up, “I’m taking Shrimpy tonight! You can wait until tomorrow! If you try me, I’ll wreck your den! I’ll destroy that couch you love so much, and then where will you take your precious little naps?”  

“Hey!!” You weren’t sure if that was in reference to him picking you up or the threat of destroying your den. 

“Oh my….” Jade murmured. His twin was worse off than he thought as he watched Floyd march off with you. Everyone had frozen, but then jumped as they heard the door to your room slam. 

Leona growled and held his head before marching off to his room. 

Azul’s eyes widened, “That worked?” 

“Wow…” Kalim murmured. 

“What is wrong with your twin this time?” Jamil snapped at Jade. 

“Fufufu, oh same as usual…” 

— — — —

The next morning at breakfast, you and Floyd were the last ones to wander down. 

“Good morning, you little guppies!!” Floyd cried with a freewheeling laugh. 

Malleus blinked. This eel literally did a 180 in a span of a night. 

“Enjoy yourself?” Jade inquired. 

Floyd nodded, “Yep!! I hugged Mistress Shrimpy allllll night!!” 

“You didn’t get too cold, did you?” Jamil asked you quietly. 

You gave a reassuring smile, “Nah, it was quite pleasant. Just added another blanket and we were good.” 

Kalim wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind, “But you are a little chilly.” 

“Am I?” 

“Not to worry, I have made tea in preparation for this.” Jade gestured to the table. 

You smiled, “How thoughtful of you!” 

Meanwhile, Leona was glaring at Floyd, who was busy bouncing from the kitchen to the dining room table and wasn’t paying him any mind. 

“Collect your eel, will you?” Leona barked when Floyd rushed by him for the umpteenth time. 

Azul calmly sipped his tea, as he flipped the page in his book, “Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t have any say over them. Those eels do as they like.” 

“I’m sitting by Shrimpy!” Floyd called out from the kitchen. 

Malleus speared a bite of his breakfast into his mouth as he watched quietly. So this was normal behavior for them? You smiled at him as you sat by him. It didn’t take long before Floyd was on your other side. 

“How’s your morning going, Malleus?” you inquired. 

“Very well, thank you.” 

“Any plans for today?” 

“Hm, well, I do have that book to get through. It’s very interesting that I keep rereading the previous chapters. I hope to make a little more progress through the rest of the book. The photos are a delight and the text leaves a vivid impression. The author of this book series really understands the beauty and how to present it.” 

You beamed, “I’m glad that you like it so well!” 

Malleus gave a smile before your attention was taken by another. 

True to his word, Malleus did retreat to the west den that has quickly become his own to bury himself into his book. When next he looked up, it was almost lunchtime. He stood and stretched. Perhaps a quick walk around would do him some good. 

When he exited the room, he didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, he realized that he bumped into you. You stumbled back, but with his quick reflexes, he reached out and grabbed you around the waist. It took a moment before you could get your bearings. 

“Forgive me, Miss. L/N, I should have been watching where I was going.” He spoke, looking down at you, “Are you alright?” 

You looked up at him, having unconsciously grabbed his shoulders for support as you righted yourself before pulling away with a laugh, “Sorry about that. That’s my line, actually, but I never actually hear you.” 

Malleus dropped his arm from around your waist before holding his chin in thought, “Ahh, fae do not make any sound unless they want to. Perhaps I should start making a little bit of sound. Apparently it's annoying to everyone that I do not make any. Azul once remarked that I should wear a bell when I accidentally scared him quite badly.” 

You rolled your eyes, “A bell is a bit much. But no worries. We are all used to it right about now. First time we literally ran into each other though.” 

“Indeed. Did you need something, Miss L/N.” 

“Well, first, I’ve told you, no need to be so formal and second, lunch time!” 

“Of course, Miss Y/N and I was just about to make my way down there. I shall be there shortly.” 

“Cool, see ya!” you waved before bouncing off. 

Malleus stood for a long moment, his idea for a quick walk gone. He slowly raised his hand to look at his palm. That was the first time, that you had touched him, even if it was accidental. 

So what was this warmth that still flowed though his palm and arm? 

None of his other masters had ever inspired such a feeling. 

So what power did this child of man have? 

Part 16

[merotwst]

THOUGHT OMG

JAMIL’S EATING UH SOMETHING

WHAT IS THAT SOMETHING?

NOT IMPORTANT

JUST SHAHW

“Jamil~ can I try?”

“Fine, come here—“

And then you kiss him and he’s a mess that is being held together with a hoodie ‼️

Or something I ajhssjja was eating ice cream and had the thought <3 very common thought but adorbz ;3

WAHHSSH NO CUZ HE'D EITHER GET HIS WITS TOGETHER (barely, btw) AND GIVE U A BLANK STARE THEN ACT COCKY ABOUT IT (and possibly steal kisses from you as well as 'payback') OR HE'D BE THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE AND DIE INSIDE AND HIDE UNDER HIS HOOD UEUEUEUEUE URE BRILLIANT ROOKIE ILY

[jetsamsoul]

Litsening in ˖°

A/N: this is not a 3some fic!! Kalim is evesdropping ^.^!!

tags: Jamil x gn!reader x Kalim // kinda cuckholding, voyeurism, mentions of bdsm, blood (kalim bites his cheeks)

wc: 1.2k

Muffled moans and wet slaps infested Kalims mind, his ears and cheeks flushing red as he pressed the side of his face against the wooden door in front of him. It wasn't his fault he was here. His original plan was to ask Jamil if he wanted to try a new recipe Cater gave him during club. What he wasn't expecting was to hear you and Jamil having sex.

To Kalims luck, the hallways were empty. No one would see how helpless he looked, leaning on the door to hear all he could of you and Jamil. His body pulsed with each whine or groan he heard. Knees bumping together, Kalim leaned forward, pushing his hips into the thick wood that separated him from you two. Just the simple friction from that had the boy weak. With each thrust of his hips, a new idea formed in his mind on what was happening in the room. Were you blindfolded? Thrown into skimpy lingerie? Restrained by smooth ropes? Or by Jamil's bare hands? It didn't sound like he was being gentle. Did Jamil let his hair down? What positions was he contorting you into? Each pound felt rough, almost demanding of each whorish whine coming from you. Vivid images flooded Kalims mind. He couldn't focus on one thing to think about. The simple idea of you two fucking in front of him excited him. Why did Jamil need you all to himself? Why can't he have you all to himself? Why can't he have Jamil all to himself? 

Kalim bit his lower lip, holding back from moaning out loud. No one can know what's happening, what he's doing out here. That he's pathetically rubbing his hardened dick on Jamil's dorm door to receive pleasure that no one else will give him. A hand lifted to massage his nipples through his shirt. His other hand pressed against the doorframe to support his weak body. The housewardens chest raised and fell rapidly from holding his breath, afraid you or Jamil would hear and stop. What would he do? Would he care? Considering how loud it seemed, he wondered if it was on purpose. 

"Fuck...'y feel good?" Jamil huffed, pressure from his movement making the bed squeak beneath you both. He groaned, pushing his bangs out of his way swiftly. 

"y-nhgh yes..feels so good.." Kalim muttered to himself, his head dropping down with a whiny exhale. The hand that had been holding onto the door frame moved down, grasping Kalims clothed cock. He could tell precum was spilling out, a wet spot already forming on his pants. His hand rubbed his length, the rest of his body leaning onto the door for support, his ear still pressed closely against the door. "Jamil,,hah..louder..nh.."  

As if he had heard Kalim from his bed, Jamil moaned loudly as his thrusts sped up. Kalims body twitched, his mind going foggy the closer he got to his climax. Jamil's voice was inaudible to Kalim by now. only curses and a series of words making it to his head. Kalim began to thrust his hips into his hand, his eyes wincing shut. 

Kalim made sure to keep up with Jamil's pace, slowing and speeding up when he heard him do the same. He even began to moan in unison with you, as if he could feel everything you were feeling. He was jealous that he wasn't able to be in Jamil's room. That he was stuck doing it all himself. Not being serviced like he usually is.

The sounds of you and Jamil blended with Kalims quiet moans, his dick twitching in his hand. He quickly shoved his hand past his boxers, taking his soaked dick into his bare hand.

While desperately stroking to finish, he bit his lips shut so hard he thought they might bleed. With one final push and a shamefully loud moan, he released into his hand and on his boxers. No longer able to hold back the relieved sounds of pleasure he had held in so well. You climaxed just as soon as Kalim, your moans drowning him out. Your climax was followed instantly by Jamils. He buried his face into your neck, breathing heavily through his teeth as his cum dripped and poured down onto your stomach. 

Jamil's eyebrows furrowed at the messy sight he created, sitting up as he recovered from his high. "Fuck..let me clean you up.." he quickly expressed, moving his position to let you sit up as well. With one last heavy sigh and a kiss on your forehead, he stood up to grab a towel meant to wipe you down. 

Kalim flinched up, pulling his hand out of his pants the moment he heard Jamil seemingly getting up from his bed. He worriedly checked his surroundings, his mind finally clearing up as he processed all of what he had just done. Minutes passed like seconds, the sound of a door handle snapping Kalim out of it. A gasp left his mouth as he backed away from the door as it opened. Jamil was on the other side, eyes widening at the sight of Kalim. His brows furrowed as he stepped out of the door to shut it, knowing you were still naked on his bed. Kalim shamelessly tried to peek in the room as well as he could before the door shut, his eyes shooting back up to Jamil when he heard the door shut. 

"Kalim. What are you doing here? Why are you at my door like this.." 

Kalim gulped, words taking far too long to come out and explain to Jamil. Pulling himself together and remembering why he was originally there he responded as cheerful as usual, 

"Ah! I was just going to ask if you were getting hungry! Cater showed me this recipe I want us to try out! Were you..uh” he held back a grin. “busy?" 

Jamil's eyebrows furrowed with frustration, replying through gritted teeth. "Yes, I was busy. I was finishing up a few tasks that I could complete alone. But I suppose it is about time for me to start up dinner prep. Isn’t it?" Jamil looked Kalim up and down, suspicious of his flushed appearance and offputting question.

Kalim pouted, frustrated that he knew it was a lie. He knew what Jamil was doing. Or rather, who Jamil was doing.

"Ah..I see!.." Kalim smiled, "do you need any help? I can give you the recipe and help collect ingredients~!" He swayed closer to Jamil as he spoke, taking his phone out to open his messages. 

"Fine. That’s fine, give me a few minutes and I'll come get you from your dorm room." 

Kalim nodded, turning to begin the walk. 

"Alrighty~! I'll keep an ear out for you, Jamil!"

Jamil raised a brow slick with discomfort from the housewardens remark. Watching as Kalim waved goodbye to him as he walked further and further out of his sight.

 Kalim smiled to himself. couldn't have Jamil figure out that he had been at the door much longer than a few moments. If Jamil never found out, he could listen in as much as he wanted. 

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[jienem]

Sypnosis: in which Reader's lover fallen ill due to a curse he made years ago. Reader set on the journey to come to the past hoping to find some clues regarding to the curse and save him.

Warning: A little yandere side on Jamil's part | Reader is gn.

Original post

~ 🦁🐉🦇🐍~

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Leona Kingscholar was a fearsome lion demon, known throughout the realms for his ruthless demeanor and commanding presence. Clad in a sleeveless, midriff-baring garment adorned with armbands and bracelets wrapped around his forearms, he exuded an aura of power and danger. His left arm bore a striking black lion tattoo, a mark of his prominence within the demon society. Both demons and humans alike feared his presence.

Leona's brother, Falena, was equally ruthless. Together, they crushed human armies for amusement and disrupted peace among the lands. Despite their shared rule, Leona harbored a deep-seated resentment towards Falena. He despised how demons often favoured his brother over him, Thus Leona grew envy and hatred for his blood brother.

One day, he met you in a cabin near the mountains. The rain poured relentlessly hard from the outside causing only a small flickering light inside the cabin. Leona's emerald eyes glinted in the darkness while you lay on the floor, eyes completely widened in surprise. He was already irritated from an argument with his brother earlier and lashed out by leaving and sought after his favourite hiding spot. The sky didn't seem to be also on his side and leaving him no choice but to find some shelter thus he met you, his frustration was evident as he glared at you.

Your reaction, however, was unexpected. Unlike others who cowered in fear or fled at the sight of him, you faced him head-on, your expression calm and defiant.

"Who are you?" you asked, your voice steady.

Needless to say, Leona was intrigued.

"Interesting, why haven't you crawled out yet?"

he retorted, ignoring your question. He strode towards you, forcefully tilting your chin up with his fingers and noticed your eyes held an abundance of life in them. Something stirred inside him and made him laugh in irony. How laughable that you still held so much hope when no one else seemed to be around except for the two of you. He paused his laughter and smirk.

"A helpless herbivore," he mocked. "Do you think you can run away in your state? Or do you even know how to run away?"

Leona laughs once more and let go of his hold on you. He placed them on the side of his face and hips as he continued to laugh. As he laugh, you looked very much annoyed with him and wished you can smack him in the face.

Without thinking, you slapped him across the face. The cabin fell silent as Leona stood there, stunned, a red mark blooming on his cheek. His emerald eyes locked onto yours in a fierce stare-down. You glared before realizing what you have done. You angered your past lover when he was ruthless in that era.

"You-!" he began, fury flashing across his features.

Before he could react, you turned and bolted towards the door. Leona launched himself after you, the air growing cold with his anger. he caught you easily. Yet, as he prepared to drag you back, you bit down hard on his hand. The unexpected pain made him flinch, and for a moment, his grip loosened. In that brief moment, you wiggled free and left.

He never saw you again.

🐉MA҈L҈L҈E҈U҈S҈ D҈R҈A҈C҈O҈N҈I҈A҈🐉

In a realm where fear and power, Malleus Draconia reigned as the most dreaded Fae dragon demon. Malleus ruled with an iron grip with his trusted lieutenant, Lilia Vanrouge, by his side - a cunning and ruthless bat who was very loyal to Malleus. Malleus' name echoed in whispers, even among deities, who spoke of him as a legend. He began His conquest by slaughtering human armies and wove massive, thorny barriers around the lands, as a warning to those who opposed him. Years prior, Malleus suffered a tragic loss when his parents fell victim to human greed, he watches how they died leaving him behind with a growing fury that was beginning to show.

He was invincible yet at the same time he was not.

Malleus had an unfortunate encounter with the Knight of Dawn who was unexpectedly strong, one he didn't account for causing him to withdraw from the fight and go to the human realm. Staggering onto the floor, he lifted his hand that held the wound and for the first time in his long life, he saw his own blood.

"Is this the end of me?" he wondered aloud. The thought was supposed to fill him with dread, yet he felt only a strange numbness. His vision blurred, and through the haze, he saw a faint light in the distance. With the last of his strength, he transformed himself into the form of a child, hiding his horns and masking his true identity.

As you approached, your steps quickened, and soon you were by his side. "Tsunotaro/Hornton!" you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of relief and worry.

Warm hands caressed his head as you carefully lifted him, cradling him in your arms. The touch was gentle, filled with a tenderness that seemed foreign to him.

"You're safe now," you whispered, your eyes meeting his. "I'll take care of you."

In that fleeting moment, Malleus felt a flicker of something he hadn't felt in centuries.

Your kindness, and your warmth soothing voice.

He fell in love with you at that moment.

🦇L͓̽I͓̽L͓̽I͓̽A͓̽ V͓̽A͓̽N͓̽R͓̽O͓̽U͓̽G͓̽E͓̽🦇

Lilia Vanrouge was the right hand-man to Malleus Draconia. He was a formidable presence on the battlefield, known for his unmatched skill and undefeated record. Demons often wondered why he was so steadfastly loyal to the Fae demon, but Lilia always responded with a chuckle and a distant look on his eyes, leaving their questions unanswered. The truth was too heavy to be put into words.

One day, during a mission, a sudden downpour forced him to seek shelter in a nearby cabin. As he entered, he noticed you sleeping peacefully inside, completely oblivious to the world around you.

"Oya, a human?" Lilia murmured, his voice tinged with curiosity and amusement.

You stirred, slowly opening your eyes and groggily taking in his figure. As your eyes widened in recognition of his presence, Lilia chuckled. He waited for you to run or even scream, but he was a little baffled when you didn't.

"Why aren't you running away?" he asked, genuinely intrigued.

As he strode towards you, you backed into a corner, your body trembling slightly but your gaze steady. Lilia could see the a tiny fear in your eyes, but there was something else—an emotion he couldn't quite place.

He chuckled again, convinced you were like all the others, paralyzed by fear. The sooner he finished this, the sooner it would be over for you. But as he stared into your defiant eyes, his interest began to wane. Killing you or letting you live, it was all the same to him. You seemed to be an ordinary human, an innocent bystander. Despite his ruthlessness, Lilia could still discern the innocence of villagers compared to the armored soldiers who dared to challenge him and his king.

"Scram before I kill you," he growled, expecting you to flee.

You flinched, finally showing the reaction he had anticipated. A smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped back to give you space. You hesitated, clearly torn between about something else. He noticed your hesitation and waited, curious to see what you would do next.

"Are... Are you okay?" you asked, your voice trembling yet sincere.

Out of all things, Lilia didn't expect the words coming from your mouth and was baffled by your question. He frowned and stared at you in disbelief.

"Hah? What's with that question?"

"You seemed to be in a lot of pain."

Lilia was momentarily confused. He glanced at his body, but there were no visible wounds. "Are you joking with me right now?" he snapped, irritation creeping into his voice.

His irritation grew, and his eyes began to glow ominously in the dim cabin light. Before he could confront you further, the door burst open, and a group of bandits stormed in. Lilia fought them off, dispatching them one by one until the cabin was silent once more. When he turned back, you were gone.

The encounter left him more puzzled and angry than before, your strange concern lingering in his mind. He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and stepped back out into the rain, his mission was still unfinished though he had to admit,

His curiosity was piqued.

🐍J⊶A⊶M⊶I⊶L⊶ V⊶I⊶P⊶E⊶R⊶🐍

Jamil Viper was a servant, a role he despised with every fiber of his being. Born into a lineage of servitude, he served the Al-Asim family, a low-ranking demon forever overshadowed by his masters. Bitterness simmered in his heart as he watched his young master, Kalim Al-Asim, bask in the praise for achievements that were, in truth, Jamil’s own.

When he was finally alone after from a long day, the snakes in his hair hissed, their whispers filling his ears with sinister suggestions. He grinned maniacally, nodding in agreement with their silent musing.

"Ahaha... HAHAHA! Let's do that."

Jamil accompanied Kalim Al-Asim into an abandoned village nearby, the air thick with an eerie silence. They had received a note earlier that some of their fellow demons had been captured by humans, and now they were searching for them among the buildings and overgrown pathways. Kalim without a second thought, quickly urge the two of them thus they ended up here.

As they moved through the streets, Jamil's mind churned with racing thoughts. He turned his back on Kalim, whispering an enchantment under his breath, his fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air. This was a trap for Kalim, a plan to finally rid himself of the young master who had stolen his praise and glory. The snakes in his hair hissed approvingly, sensing the impending betrayal.

But suddenly, their mission took an unexpected turn. A knight of the Royal Sword, clad in gleaming armor and wielding a weapon, appeared out of nowhere. The knight charged at them, his blade gleaming in the dim light.

"You demons are going to pay for what you did!" the knight roared, his voice echoing through the empty streets.

Jamil and Kalim both attack the knight. They switch back and forth before the both of them were hit. Kalim merely has small wounds while Jamil took a brunt most of the attack. As much as he hates to admit, the years of servitude cause him to automatically protect kalim much to his dismay. Jamil was furious. He was about to whisper some enchantment when he notice his wound would not regenerate. Kalim noticed the same as he glance over at Jamil, worry was written on his face.

"Hahaha! What do you think you demons!"

"Tch, this isn't over just you wait!" Kalim yelled as he summons his unique magic making the Knight distracted.

They retreat, but was separated in the way. Injured and disoriented, Jamil walk until he couldn't. He rest for a bit before being discovered by a child, whose eyes wide with fear. Before Jamil could react, the child shouted for the villagers, their voices rising in alarm. Panic surged through him, and he forced himself to flee once more, his movements clumsy and desperate. He barely made it to a secluded area before collapsing, the world spinning around him.

This was not part of his plan. He had been so close to success until the knight appeared. Without a word, Jamil transformed himself to hide his identity, appearing as an innocent child. He stayed still on the floor and couldn't move. How laughable the plan was. It didn't do anything for his longed wish for freedom. He stayed still, waiting for his wounds to heal. After a while, he heard footsteps approaching and stayed silent as he wait. He readies himself by planning to flee once again until he heard your voice.

"Jamil!"

He opened his eyes to see you, relief washing over your face. You ran to him and gently caressed his head.

"You're okay now," you reassured him, picking him up. Jamil was frozen in place, glaring at you inwardly.

How dare a mere human touch him.

He lifted his hand, inches from your neck, his mind racing with dark thoughts.

'What will be your expression when I hurt you?' he wondered, grinning evilly. But then he looked into your eyes.

You stared down at him as you carried him, smiling with relief, tears glistening in your eyes.

"Jamil," you whispered softly.

He stopped. Something about your genuine concern and tenderness made him pause. You carried him to safety, caressing his head all the while. He closed his eyes, thoughts swirling in his mind.

'Ah, I'm going to kidnap you after I recover and make you my trophy pet,' he thought to himself, a twisted smile forming on his lips. Yet, for now, he allowed himself to be carried.

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Authors note:

I'm going to make a part 2 after this thank you for taking your time reading this, I appreciate it very much

[yuurei20]

Idia Fact Sheet (No Book 6 Spoilers)

Note: This character sheet has no spoilers from the Ignihyde Dorm chapter because spoilers are the worst. There are references to JPN-only things like Idia's dorm uniform card vignette, etc, as usual.

(Ranked 7th in a combination of seven different character-ranking surveys by the jpn server held throughout 2021)

Idia rarely leaves his dorm room, attending classroom lectures via a tablet. He says he “never wanted to be housewarden”, insinuating that he was appointed to the position against his will.

In Book 5 we learn that Riddle has been housewarden of Heartslabyul longer than Idia has been of Ignihyde, so it is safe to assume that he did not become housewarden until his third year.

Illustration notes: "Stronger flames. He makes this expression sometimes when he gets excited. Like when he comes across a strong enemy in a video game, or when things are going according to plan. Most people won’t see this look at first; not until he’s grown close to them. Surprise.”

When provoked Idia becomes extremely upset, much like the character upon which he was based, but he cools down again very quickly. He also slips into outdated internet slang when he speaks with passion.

The name he uses most widely online is “Nekura Samurai”, and his closest online friend is “Muscle Red”. We learn in card vignettes that “Muscle Red” is actually Lilia, but neither student is aware of the online-identity of the other.

Despite his extreme dislike for talking to people face to face, it is surprisingly easy to goad him into becoming talkative, especially about his hobbies and interests. Idia seems to have great disdain for tradition (ref: homescreen and beansfest).

Idia is very protective of Ortho, an android he built himself and programmed to act as a little brother. When Idia was kidnapped by a ghost looking to marry (and subsequently murder) him, Ortho was the only student willing to try and save Idia’s life. Ortho joined Crowley in blackmailing the rest of the characters into helping.

Idia spends the vast majority of the “Wish Upon a Star” event fulfilling his tasks to the bare minimum while constantly, audibly hoping that it will be cancelled. When this ‘wish’ comes close to being fulfilled, he witnesses Ortho’s disappointment and turns around to invent the Stargazer gear for Ortho that saves the entire event, even participating in-person in accordance with a bet he lost to Deuce.

Idia’s desire to not disappoint Ortho is, however, fallible. In his ceremonial robes vignette we see Idia get goaded by Riddle into promising that he will attend the opening ceremonies, much to Ortho's delight. Ortho asks that they take a picture together in their robes, as Ortho had not been allowed to participate in Idia's opening ceremonies upon his enrollment in the school (just like the player and Grim, Idia and Ortho are enrolled as two halves of one student).

Idia gets as far as changing into his robes and reaching the school’s courtyard, but when a confused Malleus comments on his clothing (“I simply cannot understand the meaningless things humans do at times”), Idia panics, insults Malleus and retreats to the safety of his room without ever seeing Ortho at all.

Ortho follows up later to apologize for asking him to attend in the first place, assuring his “brother” that “We don’t need to go somewhere to be together” and “I’ll always be with you”.

There are only a few characters with whom Idia will communicate in person and only under certain circumstances, like Jamil and fellow board games club-member Azul. He is particularly uncomfortable around Kalim, Cater, Trey and Rook.

In his birthday vignette he is asked what dorm, besides Ignihyde, he would like to live in (a question asked of all the students in the second round of birthday cards), he answers “Octavinelle wouldn’t be bad, but I want to stay far away from those disturbing twins", insinuating he has issues with Jade and Floyd as well.

When Ortho requested that Idia design him a pair of legs that can walk on land (instead of levitate) Idia refused on the basis that “floating around is every guy’s dream”, “ walking is total NPC stuff” and “flying is for heroes”.

Floyd and Jade proceed to blackmail Idia into designing the legs for Ortho anyway (via an “interesting piece of information” they have about him), with Floyd underlining their point by gifting Ortho a pair of shoes for his birthday. This incident may have something to do with Idia's discomfort around them.

Idia had originally intended to join the Science Club, but it had more members than he’d anticipated and he switched to the Boardgames Club instead. In the official fan book, it is said that the club is a reference to Disney’s Hercules movie.

Idia dislikes the outdoors and physical activity extremely. (“Humans are the only creatures that do pointless exercise to consume the nutrients they have taken in! It's really stupid!" from homescreen)

In the Beansfest event, we learn he has set up a deal with Sam where he hides out in Sam’s shop until the end of the event. In exchange, Idia (under the alias “Mr. Smith”) designs one-of-a-kind bean-shooting weapons for players to purchase from Sam.

While constantly down-playing his abilities and knowledge, we learn in the Phantom Bride event that, if goaded enough, he will reveal that he actually thinks very highly of himself and his accomplishments (much to the surprise and awkwardness of Riddle and the other students). He can also become quick to insult and belittle others, leading to Ace’s comment of “he’s actually really cool…as long as he keeps his mouth shut.”

Rook refers to him as “King of his own room”, Floyd as “Hotaruika-senpai” (for firefly squid) and Leona calls him カイワレ大根 (kaiware daikon), for being shady, frail and tall. Despite this unflattering name, Leona tells us that “He’s got more power and brains than ordinary students”.

Idia has said he likes cats, will try talking to Lucius during history lessons and accidentally terrified Grim in his lab wear vignette when he mistook Grim for a regular cat. He is also fond of dogs, but has said he does not get along with dog people like Crewel.

Idia seems to have something of a complex with his hair, and his fear of others making fun of it in his ceremonial robes vignette and Book 5 seems to insinuate that it is unusual even for the Twisted Wonderland universe. He also expresses concern that people will recognize him as a member of the Shroud family.

Despite being only eighteen, he seems to be a household name in the field of magical engineering, and we learn that that he “can buy a gymnasium full of canned tuna” with just a single part of the various elements that make up Ortho.

From his voice line of “Tests are like games. The higher you score, the better you feel”, it seems that he might actually be an accomplished student despite his habit of staying up all night, absorbed in his hobbies.

At the very end of Book 5 Ortho reveals that Idia has received a large number of offers from various companies soliciting him for internships, including the VDC event’s sponsor, Olympos Co. Idia orders Ortho to delete them all, saying “I’m not going anywhere regardless…”

Rather than a magical pen, Idia uses a floating, skull-like drone in battles that also stirs the cauldron in alchemy lessons.

He is always wearing headphones in order to listen to music with the best possible sound quality and to shut out the world around him through noise-canceling. His favorite music is by a three-member girl group called “Precipice Moirai” whose members are “older than they look” (although, in Epel’s dorm uniform vignette, he says they look old while having the spirits of 17 year olds. This conflicting information is consistent on both the ENG- and JPN-servers, and may be a continuity error). It is speculated in the fan community that is a reference to the three Fates in Disney’s Hercules.

Idia’s favorite food is dagashi because “it is easy to eat while gaming”. Dagashi are cheap snackfoods that became popular in Japan during the Edo Period when sugar was particularly expensive. 

This site is great if you would like to learn more (bonus: if you have seen Spirited Away and ever wondered about the star-shaped food eaten by the soot sprites? Those are a form of dagashi, introduced to Japan by Portugal).

Potato chips and cheap chocolate are also dagashi.

Idia dislikes raw fish because of the smell, how it is eaten neither hot nor cold, the texture and how troublesome it is to prepare. Idia says that “block snacks” are good enough for him, as he is only interested in consuming the nutrition he needs to function, regardless of the form it comes in.

Dagashi comes in both sweet and savory forms. By “block snacks”, I would assume that twst is referring to something similar to “Calorie Mate”-brand snacks without using the copyrighted name. A common snack food in Japan, it is marketed as being an alternative way to consume enough calories to keep going when you don’t have enough time to prepare and eat a proper meal.

Some great artists for Idia fan-art and more (SFW, no story spoilers) Idia looking amazing

Idia and Ortho

Various Idia

Stargazer Idia and Ortho

Voice Idia is voiced by Uchiyama Kouki (内山 昂輝) whose other work includes Roxas from Kingdom Hearts II, Neku Sakuraba from The World Ends with You, Shigaraki Tomura from My Hero Academia, Soul Eater Evans from Soul Eater, Kamyu from Dragon Quest XI and Kirishima Ikuya from Free! -Dive to the Future-

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Confusion part 2 (Kalim Al Asim x Reader x Jamil Viper)

Genre: Romance

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As a claimed-to-be mother, you tried to take responsibility of making your boys happy and content but did you?...

"Mummy here here. You should sleep beside daddy."

"Mama sleep with papa"

Both of your arms ached as you lifelessly stared at the wall due to the pulling from before by your two kids. How could your children have so much strength when they both were barely 7 years old! However, you did not have the heart to stop them as their quarrel somehow, seemed cute to you and let just admitted you did enjoy the fun too with Kalim and Jamil trying to pry them off from you for some space and rest although Jamil was the one who seriously tried to help you. The dorm leader was too busy laughing over his kids' behaviour.

Both of them had so much passion for you to sleep with their own chosen man, leaving you engulfed in the same question as before. Who would Kalim and Jamil be to you in the future? Were the kids even yours? Could it be the traits they had were the same as you were your own proclamation? It was a miracle the two kids finally stopped arguing as Kalim suggest a very splendid idea, according to him.

"Let just everyone have a sleepover! The five of us!" His loud, exciting voice boomed through your eardrums as you digest his words and repeated them inside your head. Before you and Jamil who was flattered too, could even decline, the energetic ones beat you.

"Yeahhh mama will sleep with papa!"

"Yeahhh mummy will sleep with daddy!"

"It's time for a sleepover!" Both of the boys jumped frantically over the news.

"No- I-" Feeling hopeless and speechless, you turned to your last hope, the only candidate that remained silent in this situation, Jamil. He felt your gaze on him, seeking help. His eyes wander to the three who still cheered happily with the decision and he too did not have much power to reject the idea he silently agreed with. Just who did not want to spend more time with their crush when the opportunity appeared in front of you? Really he felt the worse by listening to his inner desire more than helping you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N but it's for the best." His charcoal grey eyes were trailing at his side while he folded his arms, giving the indication he thought about the sleepover seriously. This was when Jade's power was needed so you could know the truth about Jamil's heart.

That was how all of you end up combining two king-size beds on the floor in Kalim's room and the five of you end up sleeping together with the kids beside you while their own father was at the end of both beds. Your body was in an awkward position as you lay still without facing anyone. Although there was space between you, Kalim and Jamil, but you still felt nervous sleeping with them. How could you do this with the two most important members of Scarabia?

As you thought the day would end with just these mishaps, suddenly you felt uneasy and got goosebumps on your skin as you felt a tug on your cloth from both of your sides.

"Mummy"

"Mama"

"A goodnight kiss?"

You were bewildered for a moment when s/n and s/n pointed at their cheek before placing a kiss on that particular place lovingly as how you imagine a mother would kiss her sons. However, they seemed unsatisfied and the uneasiness you got behind the dangerous intention they held inside their eyes made you shudder for the upcoming request from your sons.

"You forget about daddy"

"You forget about papa"

"That's right. I want to get a kiss from you too"

Kalim uttered the words without a second thought as deep inside his heart, he did feel jealous when you always turn to Jamil for help rather than him. He knew he always tend to be a happy-go-lucky guy and yet he rather be possessive to make you his or he could be a badass for once. Could he be that to Jamil? His best friend? Nah, he rather shared you with Jamil as everyone deserved love right?

When Kalim so easily agree with everything the kids said but as you did not want to disappoint the boys, you slowly and nervously leaned towards Kalim's cheek. With mind trying to copy how a mummy and a daddy gave a proper goodnight kiss, you sneaked your hand behind Kalim's neck and brought his cheek towards your lips.

You intentionally lingered on the kiss for a while before you shyly released Kalim from your hold who the latter was also embarrassed by the unexpected handling of yours. His cheek felt warm and his heart was having this funny feeling of wanting more than a kiss from you.

"Hmmm why on the cheek? Papa, I think mama forgot how to kiss you goodnight. Mama is definitely being weird today. Show mama, papa"

"Huh-kiss-" Just what the future you teach your kids really when a kiss on the cheek was not enough. Jamil reluctantly went closer to you excitedly rather in guilt. There was only one place left if it were not for the cheek. He slowly inched towards you and stopped for a while to ponder about his decision before kissing the crown of your head with a blushing face.

You felt the worse thinking it was going somewhere more intimate and Jamil seemed to know about that as he teasingly smirked at you. That night, Kalim and the boys were very much sound asleep while Jamil and you kind of had a hard time with eyebags evidence under the eyes. It was all due to Kalim kept unconsciously trying to hug you in his sleep meanwhile Jamil tried to pry him off you.

You had enough of everything, really. Who did influent your little kids? The very next morning, you asked them and their answer did not shock you a bit.

"Who likes to pay a visit to our home?"

"Uncle Ace!"

No wonder...