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Words Unsaid 9, before it starts

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Hi hi everyone! Today I'm incorporating my fav event! I hope you guys like this as much as I enjoy writing it!! Leave a comment or reblog to tell me what you think! I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts so far!

!!!Spoilers for the Al'ab Nayira event!!!

Part 1 Masterpost Part 8

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When Kalim had returned and was wandering through the park to find both Jamil and Inky sitting with one of his tigresses he beamed. They were getting along so well! Inky seemed to be laughing about something and Jamil had a little grin on his face, how lovely!

"Jamil! Inky! Guess what! Al'ab Nayira! The Yasamina River Fireworks Fest! We're hosting this year! And my family says I'll be in charge of making rounds and greeting guests this year!" Kalim said, excitement clearly evident in the tone and slightly higher volume. It startled Inky a little. She blinked, trying to make heads and tails of what Kalim, who came over as well to pet the tigress and love on the old girl a little, had just said before turning to Jamil.

"What festival is that? Is it famous here?"

"Yes, it's a big firework festival and a rather popular tourist attraction, it's held annually and every year the wealthy families of Silk city rotate and someone else hosts, it seems it's the Asims' turn this year."

"Fireworks? Really? Are they pretty? I want to see them one day!" There they were again, the little stars in her eyes that Jamil thought were pretty. He wished in that moment to spend the festival with her, even if he was still in denial about his feelings.

"Very! Oh I know! Inky! Why don't you join us? My family said I can invite guests, so what about you and Grim? I'm sure he'd like it here too, considering there'd be a lot of tasty food and stuff!" Kalim suggested, not a bad idea, but Jamil would have to deal with Grim, though he'd noticeably become milder recently.

Unfortunately for Jamil, Kalim had managed to invite four more people to the festival, technically two, those being Cater and Lilia, but they had received a plus one each. On the day of, Jamil had learned that Cater had invited Trey and that the Malleus Draconia would also be attending, not to mention that apparently Lilia had come down with something after his last meal the night before. He swore under his breath he'd grow grey early, if Kalim hadn't already managed to make it happen and he'd somehow deluded himself into not noticing.

It wasn't that terrible at least, but Grim fell into a Canal among arriving and a small history lesson about the building of Silk City and its economy by Kalim and Jamil ensued. Cater was already snapping pictures as well. Everyone else seemed stunned as well as the conversation drifted to the fact you could see the Asim family's house from where they were.

"Woah! That place is.. totes huge! That's your house Kalim?" Cater asked, more than stunned, which the Asim heir confirmed and Jamil added that it was a landmark of the city and that any taxi driver would know where to go when you told them that the Asim estate was your destination.

"It's kind of unbelievable.. hey prefect, you don't seem all that phased by this, why's that?" Trey said in a low voice, then questioning that Inky, who had been quietly listening, someone not of this world, was so unsurprised.

"Oh that's because I was here last week for an afternoon, Kalim was nice enough to get me some nicer clothes since mine were thrifted and after frequent use.. kinda busted" She answered honestly. "We weren't inside though, I was outside with Jamil when Kalim was talking to his parents"

And that was even more surprising but not dwelt on for long as the cars came to pick them up. Well, it wasn't cars, it was a car, a 15 meter long custom made limousine with massage chairs and fridges apparently.

"Jamil, can I sit next to you during the ride..?" The prefect semi-whispered to the Silk City boy.

"Hm? Oh yes.. sure, if you would really like to, I don't mind.", was his reply, though he sounded more enthusiastic than his quiet wording may suggest. So for their ride they did sit next to each other. Inky, in her comfortably listening to music fashion, slightly leaned on Jamil when the car went around a roundabout and didn't realise she was still leaning his way. And Jamil didn't care to move her since the slight weight didn't bother and she seemed comfortable, kind of like a sliver of that morning last week.

When they arrived at a park, the one with the tigress from, again, the other week, the others were even more impressed. At first it was by the beauty and then it was because it belonged to the Asims. They walked a while until they reached the Asim residence itself. Again, Cater and Trey, as well as Grim and somehow Malleus as well were sort of astonished. Though they did compare the roofs to turnips, onions and pumpkins, and Inky guessed it made enough sense. It was then suggested they go inside and Kalim dropped the bomb on them that he'd had traditional Scalding Sands clothing prepared for everyone in advance. That was a welcome surprise and now everyone was very excited, even Inky was. It showed in the pitch of her voice, as she did speak a little more. She may be on the quiet side but she had a lot of thoughts that she voiced when comfortable and appropriate.

Upon actually going in to change they were greeted by a huge ballroom and Cater immediately took Trey for a spin, though Trey was more just getting flung around slightly they both had fun. Malleus had a grand time watching but left to change first out of them all. Kalim was just outside keeping Grim company as Grim and him had no outfit to change into, as grim was too small and Kalim was to wear his dorm uniform. Back in the little ballroom Inky was watching Trey and Cater and she wanted to twirl around too, though she wasn't all that good at dancing as she'd never done it before. She didn't want to mess up in front of people she liked and thought were cool so she stood and watched with a very obvious expression on her face. After Trey and Cater left to change it was Jamil that cleared his throat next to her, which made her look over. He was holding out his hand for her to take.

She hesitated, "What if I step on your toes or fall?" But Jamil only shook his head at that.

"I don't mind. You.. do want to dance a little.. yes?" He attempted to reconfirm, wondering if he'd read her wrong and his offer was ridiculous, but his thoughts were interrupted when she did take his hand. He pulled her close, beginning to guide her slightly with light squeezes from his hands and vocal cues like which way to step. She was clumsy, but it was nice, and they were so close. She really enjoyed it all. So Inky smiled, right up at him when she had slightly gotten the hang of it enough to not have to look at her feet, only to find he was already looking at her with a small smile, a fond look. And that only made her smile more as they stilled and drew a little closer, blush spreading on Inky's cheeks. She couldn't hide it from Jamil. She didn't need to. Jamil drew closer, they were so very close until the steps of servants approaching echoed and Jamil withdrew, taking a step back but not letting go of her hand yet.

"We should.. we should change" he said in a quiet voice. He didn't want to, not yet when they had been so close. They were so close he could've- no, no he shouldn't think about that right now! He had to change!

"Y-yeah.. we should.." Inky responded, in a sort of disappointed tone. Was she hoping Jamil actually would..? No, can't be, not him. Sure she may still care for him and wasn't scared of him, but love him? After his Overblot? Absolutely not. No way. So begrudgingly they both separated to change into their respective new clothing.

The first to go back outside were Trey and Cater, followed by Malleus who all had only positive things to say about the outfits and their intricate patterning.

Next was Jamil, who had said he felt like he was truly feeling like he was home now that he could wear traditional clothing and he looked incredibly handsome. And then finally Inky emerged in her new attire, silently opening the door and slipping out, clearing her throat gently. "I'm done changing..!"

Inky came out in a more feminine version of what the others wore, silk and fabrics colored in deep blues and purples adorning her body, tied and wrapped to resemble a dress. The silken belt adorned with charms, tassels and bells drew attention to the natural waist, which was a nice detail as her usual clothing hid her more curvy figure. Another fabric was tied around her hips, small coins dangling from it, an intricate firework pattern weaved into the silk made it all the more beautiful. She wore the same type of petal-sleeve vests the guys wore, only smaller and slightly looser. If only to show off the silken tube-top she'd been given to wear underneath, also a deep blue. Under her skirt she was given a similar type of legging to the guys as well, only hers ended slightly higher, around mid-calf. Her shoes were slightly different, they had an actual t-strap to keep them in place and a small, comfortable heel. Anklets adorned her ankles much like the jewels adorning her golden wrist guards and hands. Her hair had been braided and put up nicely in a half up, half down do with the silk head wrap braided into it partly. Her makeup was done too, her eyelids shimmered and her lips were glossed, she looked stunning.

Jamil's eyes widened, this time he stared at her. He couldn't believe that she looked this gorgeous right now. Not that he didn't think she was pretty before but this, this was a whole new level. He was convinced the beautiful princess from the old tale of the Sorcerer of the sands had walked out of the estate. His heart beat out of his chest as the slightest hints of red rose to his cheeks as he absolutely struggled to keep his composure. He swallowed thickly, picking his jaw up off the floor when he noticed she was looking at him with a slightly flushed expression. To the untrained eye she was looking at the whole group but no, she was sort of.. staring at Jamil as well.

"Woah! Prefect! You look, like, totally gorge in that! It looks like it was made for you!" Cater commented, totally wowed by how much she looked like she belonged in those clothes.

"I was under the impression that they *were* made for us.. was I mistaken?" Malleus asked, to which Trey shook his head.

"What Cater means is that there was a lot of care and attention to detail on what would suit her was put into putting that outfit together. It's a compliment to the one who picked it and the one wearing it" He explained, to which Malleus nodded. And Kalim agreed, fangirling over how she looked right at home in those clothes.

"Right Jamil?" Kalim said at the end of his little rant, turning to Jamil who had not said a word. In truth the words were hardly registering in his head but he nodded, still taking in the sight in front of him.

Thanks to the others he was able to actually regain his composure and explain a few things like the history behind the bells on the clothing and how he'd feel more comfortable if he'd had to wear less bits and bobs but he was Kalim's staff and thus had to dress up a bit more.

Eventually they decided to take a photograph together, to give it to Lilia afterwards. Inky moved in with the others, taking her spot next to Jamil. Surprisingly their two outfits went rather well together, it looked like it was almost intended. They all looked wonderful together though.

After that came idle chatter and more surprised classmates as the Asim family had apparently over 10 treasuries, which was quite impressive. Turns out that was where Kalim had gotten his magic carpet, something that was about as valuable as a national treasure. A little later they separated from Kalim, going on their way so Jamil could play tour guide for the day.

The first thing they did was visit the venue for the festival, where Jamil told the legend of the festival. Apparently the princess had fallen in love with a, well, street rat, and that a genie had flooded the skies with lights that flickered and sparkled and burst into colours. The onlookers were so very impressed that they commemorated the day in a festival. In that moment Inky thought. She thought if the fireworks celebrated love between two people, would she have a shot at attending this festival as Jamil's lover one day? Such would be a wonderful dream, to kiss beneath the colourful night sky. She got so caught up in imagining that, she didn't realise Jamil was continuing to speak, or even that they were setting out to leave. It was only when Grim had run back quickly after the group had advanced in their walk slightly she was made aware that they were leaving.

"What was that about prefect?" Cater asked when they were together again. While the prefect did answer, Inky looked sort of flustered about it.

"I have ADD-Daydreaming-Syndrome, sometimes I just fade out and daydream, it can be triggered by a train of thought or just happen randomly. The issue is I can't snap myself out of it and I only know it happened after the fact. Sorry.. it's weird I know." She explained, slightly looking at the floor with pink cheeks.

"No no! It's totally cool! Just didn't know you had it, prefect! Thought something was wrong there for a second..!" Cater said. It was then that they arrived at Camel bazaar, a market full of food stalls and beautiful objects and clothing, it was colourful and it all looked very amazing. Apparently it was busier than usual, so there'd be a high chance to find many nice yet unusual things that day.

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Kalim: Good morning!

Silver: Good morning too, Kalim. May I ask what brings you here so early?

Kalim: MC promised we would hang out today! *grins*

Silver: Um, but... they're busy training with Malleus right now.

Kalim: Oh, is that so? That's fine! Can I watch?

Silver: ...

Silver: Yes, that won't be a problem.

Malleus: You're quick on your feet, dear, but you'll need to move even faster if you want to land a hit on me.

MC: I have a quick question, Dada: has a human ever managed to hit you?

Malleus: *chuckles* No.

MC: *stops in their tracks and looks at him with a stern gaze*

Malleus: *amused* What's wrong, dear?

MC: Fighting you would feel like trying to strike at thin air.

Malleus: *chuckles* Indeed, it would, but you would have a significant advantage over your peers.

MC: ...

MC: Then wouldn’t it be wiser to have Sebek or Silver as my practice partner?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I'm hurt to learn that my dear child no longer wishes for me to be their mentor.

MC: That's not what I- Never mind. *smiles* Let's just continue with the training.

Malleus: *chuckles*

Kalim: MC~!!!! *is running towards them*

Silver: Wait, Kalim!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Did you invite him?

MC: Yes, but he's too early.

Malleus: Should I send him back to Scarabia?

MC: That would be unnecessary.

Kalim: Haha, sorry! I thought it would be okay!

MC: Apart from interrupting our training, you didn’t do anything wrong.

Kalim: Oh, but I was planning to watch you.

MC: Why?

Kalim: Because-

Kalim: ...

Kalim: I think it’d be cool to see how you fight.

MC: ...

Kalim: *seems to have fallen into a trance*

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* Would you like to know what weapons I use?

Kalim: I would appreciate it if you tell me.

MC: Well then...

Jamil: They're skilled in combat and can handle a variety of weapons. I had a feeling they would be useful. *smirks*

Jamil: With Kalim, I'll be able to understand their routine, and when the right opportunity arises, I'll use it to implement my plan.

Jamil: *chuckles* I hold no ill will towards you, but you will be the reason Kalim can no longer remain at this school.

MC: ...

Silver: ...MC? Is there something wrong?

MC: ...

MC: Do you know anyone at this school who can perform hypnosis?

Silver: I'm sorry, but the students here don't reveal their signature spells, so I don't know if anyone can do that. Why do you ask?

MC: I'm simply curious; that's all.

Silver: ...

Silver: There must be a problem.

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I love your idea for Hanahaki! Like you said, it's always so tragic and dramatic and angsty (and who am I kidding, I'll keep reading it), but your take on it is so refreshing!

For the event, can I request Ruggie with 15, Trey with 1, and Jade with 18? Romantic; fluff and/or suggestive, please?

And if I completely misunderstood how to request properly, I'm terribly sorry. 😬

So excited to see more of your work!

part 2: jade leech x gn!reader ruggie bucchi (15); trey clover (1) [separate] x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, suggestive [wc} – 2,500+ each prompt 15: “Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?” prompt 1: “Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?” note - both ruggie and trey got real long, so i will post jade's snippet separately later! a floral inconvenience

Dahlias – In pre-Colombian Mexico and Guatemala, wild-growing dahlias and their tubers were seen as a food source. 

Ruggie has been absolutely miserable for the past week, as one would be when they have mysterious large, red flowers sprouting out from their mouth and head. It also didn’t help that all the other second-years, especially the twins, were giving him a hard time. 

“Hey, hey Jade! You know plants.” Floyd was currently picking at the flower that Ruggie just spit out, undeterred by the spit on it. 

“I bet we can figure out who Sharksucker likes if we figure out what flower he’s spittin’ out. What kind is it? 

Jade leaned down to study the intense red, ray-like petals, poking at the central disk of yellow florets in the middle. Ruggie was NOT a fan of how interested Jade was, attempting to lean out of the twins’ grasp. 

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I certainly haven’t seen it on any of my hiking expeditions or in the botanical gardens.”

Ruggie yelped as Jade plucked a flower from a particularly sensitive spot behind his right ear. 

“Ow! Watch it man!” 

Rubbing his ear, Ruggie glared at Jade, who was still looking curiously at the flower bringing his arm down for Azul who also seemed eager to identify the flower. 

“I certainly don’t recognize it either, looking up similar flora, there aren’t any that are quite the same as this one.”

Ruggie could just make out under Azul’s breath, “Imagine all the money we could make if we say we discovered a new flower!”

He scoffed at Azul, rubbing his eyes from mental exhaustion. The twins and Azul weren’t the only ones interested in his hanahaki. 

“It’s a really pretty flower, Jamil! Do you think we have any like it in the gardens back home?” Kalim eagerly asked, trying his best to lean in without disturbing Silver, who’d fallen asleep on his shoulder. 

“Hmm, no I don’t think so.” Jamil looked mildly interested, holding a hand to his chin. “The Asim gardens have a variety of exotic and rare flora, so the fact that we don’t recognize this one is certainly interesting.”

Jade chuckled, “So, it would be easy to narrow down the person of Ruggie’s affections, yes.”

“Why are you all suddenly so interested in my love life?” 

“Why, we’re being benevolent, of course!” Azul replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yea Sharksucker, it must be reeeeal annoying to puke up flowers all the time. Besides��” Floyd gave a nasally laugh as Jade continued his sentence.

“—wouldn’t it be nice to have some assistance getting rid of his annoying sickness? After all, with your background, you’re not the most eligible bachelor around.”

“Okay, first of all fuck you—” Ruggie jabbed a fork in his direction. 

“Not interested, but thank you.”

“Second of all—ew no, gross—second of all, you guys aren’t exactly the most pinned for guys, even with your family money.”

Riddle let out a laugh, nodding in agreement. “Certainly, no price in the world could make up for your personalities.”

“Aww, come on Goldfishie.” Floyd pouted. “You don’ wanna go out with me? Why? I don’t meet your mama’s standard?”

“Why you—”

“Hey guys!”

A chipper voice interrupted a reddening Riddle, who looked like he was ready to launch himself over the table to strangle Floyd. Ruggie perked up to look at you and Grim perched on your shoulder, carrying a lunch tray with some coffee, a bowl of oatmeal, and a singular powdered donut. 

Adjusting the tray in your hands, you let Grim jump off onto the table as you sat. You grabbed the donut with your freed hand and reached your arm out to Ruggie.

“Hey, I got you a donut, powdered’s your favorite right?”

Oh. Oooooh powdered was indeed his favorite. So were you. By the Seven, he thinks that you’d be his favorite snack. You were so cute. Your lips looked soft, plush. He wondered if you took a bite out of the donut if the first thing he’d taste was you or the sugar. 

Opening his mouth to reply, Ruggie found himself instead choking, a tickling sensation developing in the pit of his stomach and growing up his throat to his mouth. He gagged as various shades of bright red blooms fell out of his mouth and onto the table. Specifically, onto your tray as you sat directly across from him. 

Ruggie could make out the stifling laughter of his peers . He internally groaned, looking at your tray, now covered in red flowers. Riddle tapped his shoulder, offering him a cup of warm tea. 

“Here, it should help soothe your throat.” 

Taking the cup, he started drinking what he thought was honey lemon tea, soothing his throat. 

Across the table from him, you let out a soft cough, drawing his and the other’s attention. 

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

The tea went down the wrong pipe. Ruggie started choking, Kalim frantically reaching over to pat his back. 

“Oh? Does the Little Shrimpy know this flower?” Floyd asked, he and his brother slithering over to sit on either side of you. Their eyes met briefly, then at Ruggie, both giving him a knowing grin.

“Dahlias? Yeah! They’re my favorite!” you answered, blissfully unaware of the predicament they’d just put him in. 

Ruggie wished he could be just as carefree.  

The other five slowly turned their heads to stare at Ruggie, each looking especially gleeful and teasing. 

“You don’t say?” Jamil drawled, smirking at Ruggie, whose state of mind was rapidly deteriorating. “We’ve never heard of it.”

You looked at Jamil in surprise. “Wait really?”

“Yes, these, dahlias you called them? They’re not from Twisted Wonderland.” Riddle had a mischievous smile, tipping the end of Ruggie’s cup before he could interject, making him choke on the tea again. 

“Aw really? That kinda sucks.” you pouted, twirling one of the loose flowers in your hand. “I love them, fun fact, did you know you can eat both the flower and the tuber?”

Ruggie would never admit it out loud, but your cute, excitable grin makes him feel all warm and giddy inside. He’d even give you his grandma’s homemade donuts if he got to see more of it. 

By the Seven, he’d give you his donuts. He really had it bad.

“Really? How fascinating! Isn't it Ruggie?” Jade asked, giving a closed mouth smile. The tone of his voice made it clear though, he and the others figured out you were the root cause of his hanahaki. 

Ruggle got up abruptly, snatching the donut from your hand (why miss out on free food?) and the breakfast sandwich he’d gotten for Leona. 

“I gotta go take Leona’s breakfast to him, I’ll see you guys later—”

“Wait, Ruggie!” Kalim cries out, startling Silver awake. “But the Prefect knows the flowers—”

“WOW I GOTTA GO! BYE GUYS SEE YOU LATER!”

Ruggie rushed out of the cafeteria, red petals flying behind him as he ran. The remaining 8 at the table stared after him, you in particular looking confused. 

“Is he okay?” You asked, looking confused and disappointed. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, perhaps we went a bit too far…” Jamil muttered. 

Riddle sighed as he nodded in agreement, “Yes. Don’t worry yourself about it Prefect, we were discussing something else, you didn’t say anything wrong.”

You hummed as you cleared off your tray of dahlias, taking small bites of your oatmeal. 

“Why’s he puking flowers?”

The group stayed silent, sharing knowing looks with each other. The twins and Azul in particular were smirking, while Kalim perked up. 

“Oh he has hanahaki, it’s like a love sickness.” Kalim blissfully replied, Jamil pinching his nose and sighing heavily. 

“Love…sickness?”

Riddle placed a hand on Kalim’s shoulder, giving him a stern look. “We had our fun earlier, but it’s not our business to share his medical information with anyone.”

He turned his gaze to you, making you shrink in on yourself. “It would be best to ask him yourself, Prefect.”

Floyd tsked. “Aww, that’s no fun! Don’t you wanna help Sharksucker? You do, dontcha Shrimpy?”

The twins leaned into your ears, like an angel and devil on your shoulder if the angel was just a devil with a halo and wings taped on. 

“Why, you care for Ruggie, don’t you dear Prefect?” Jade cooed, chucking at your pink cheeks. 

“Hehehe, of course they too, look at their blush!” Floyd giggled, poking at your right cheek. “Little Shrimpy isn’t a shrimp for nothin’!”

“And after all, only you can help him!” Azul came up behind you, startling you as he placed his hands on your shoulder. 

The trio chuckled, coercing you to listen to their honeyed words, feeding on your soft spot for the hyena beastman. 

Riddle shared a look with Jamil before sighing and walking off. Jamil followed suit, grabbing Kalim by the arm to drag him away before he too, inevitably, got involved in their scheme. Silver, now that he was bright and alert, similarly left, nodding at you. 

Here you were, alone amongst the “benevolent” Octavinelle trio, now regretting waking up early to get breakfast instead of just sleeping in.

Ruggie had been leaving trails of dahlias behind him all day, getting on the ghost janitors’ ire and lectured by Crewel specifically. 

“Loose flowers in a lab is the perfect example of a hazard to lab safety! Have you not gone to the nurse to get this taken care of?!”

He hadn’t had a fit since seeing you this morning, luckily. He had noticed you in the hallways in between classes though. Everytime your eyes met his own, you’d flush and rush away. 

“Ugh, one of the guys must’ve told them.” Ruggie groaned, slumped over as he walked over to the kitchens, feet aching from running around his shift at Sam’s and now Mostro Lounge. 

Azul had asked him to collect some perishable items that he’d purchased from a supplier, having it delivered to the school’s walk-in fridge until he could have someone pick it up. 

Jade and Floyd were supposed to be there, ready to help, but they were nowhere to be found. Ruggie shrugged, walking into the kitchen and heading to the fridge before he felt himself get yanked by his collar. 

“Hahahehehe! Be sure to thank us later, Sharksucker!”

“Fuhuhu~ Indeed Ruggie, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it later.”

“Oof! Hey!” Ruggie stumbled into the pantry, landing on something soft. “What the-Jade, Floyd this isn’t funny—”

“Mmph!” The floor beneath him started wiggling and groaning, startling Ruggie. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, his hyena genes serving him well as he yelped, looking down.

A white cloth was tied around your mouth while your hands and feet were bound by what looked like Floyd’s scarf. Ruggie’s ears and dahlias drooped down as he saw that your cheeks were covered in tear tracks. 

"Mmmphie! Mmmphie! Mmmph mmph mmph!" came out from behind the tightly-bound cloth.

“W-what? FLOYD! JADE! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!” He could hear the twins’ laughter from outside the door. Ruggie started pounding on the door with his fist, growling before freezing, hearing your muffled crying.

The hyena scrambled to turn on the light switch before returning back to your curled up form, gingerly untying the bound on your mouth. 

“R-r-ruggie!!” You bawled out, fresh new tears spilling out of your eyes as he undid the knot on your hands, then feet. 

“Hey, hey it’s alright Prefect, Y/N? I’m here—AH!” He yelped as you launched yourself in his arms, landing on his back, red petals flying . He stiffened as you shoved your head into the nook of his neck, hiccuping as you began babbling. 

“I’m sorry Ruggie!!!” Softly glowing dahlias started popping up from between his ears and vines growing down his arms as he spat out petals. 

“What’re you talking about? This isn’t your fault—”

“But it is! Azul and them said you were sick and that it was my faaaaault!” He froze, pulling you away to look at your teary eyes and snotty face. 

Gods you looked terrible. Red-faced, puffy eyes, and pout made you look like an ugly crier, not doing you any justice. Ruggie couldn’t help the squeeze in his heart as you reached back out to clutch onto him again. You were the cutest ugly crier he’d ever seen. 

“What? What do you mean—”

“They said that my crush on you’s been making you puke the flowers!” Ruggie’s ears perked up, and despite the growing blush and the resembling dahlias, he let you continue.

“Your crush?”

“My crush!!! It’s making you sick, a-and that I needed to confess to make it go away but-but-but-” You wailed, Ruggie allowing you to shove your head into his chest. 

“I was embarrassed! Then Floyd got mad a-at me and he and Jade tied me up and threw me in here.”

Ruggie hummed in response. It made sense now why Azul specifically asked him to collect the produce from the kitchen, instead of letting him manage the floor like usual. 

“They said I was ’ppose to be a present. I’m sorry Ruggie, I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of your head affectionately.  

“Nah, it’s not your fault entirely.” He tilted your chin to look up at him. “You are the reason I got the flowers, but not cause of your crush though.”

You made a questioning noise, blinking curiously at him. You looked like one of the kids back home after throwing a tantrum. 

“Shyehehehe! They didn’t say what the flowers ‘re from?” Ruggie laughed as you pouted, pinching his cheek.”

“What do you mean? Is it still my fault? And I basically just confessed! I’m crying in a closet, just confessed and you’re laughing at me!”

Ruggie’s laughter died down as he grabbed your hand, moving it to cradle his cheek instead. His ears perked up as he heard your soft gasp, his eyes meeting yours, blown wide. 

His tail wagged, despite himself. “It’s cause I like ya, Prefect. I like ya so much that it makes my stomach ache and flowers sprout from all over. I gotta hand it to ya, for a cute little herbivore, you sure got your teeth dug right into my heart.”

You scoffed, using your other arm to wipe your face clean. 

“The dahlias make sense now…did you at least try eating them?”

He let out a barking laugh, followed by your giggling. “I thought about it! I spat out enough of them that I got sick of the taste, besides…”

Ruggie could hear the rustling of his tail under his clothes as he wrapped an arm around your waist, grinning wider at the gasp that left your mouth as he yanked you onto his lap. 

He pressed you against him until your bodies were flushed against one another. Heat pooled in the pit of his stomach as he gazed up to your flustered face. Ruggie nuzzled his head into your chest, feeling your rapidly speeding heartbeat. 

“Ruggie…” You tangled your hands through his hair, making him groan as you gently pulled his head back and rubbed the backs of his ears. 

You leaned down to graze your lips over his, giving Ruggie a heady whine as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“Shyehehe~ You’re awfully clingy for a poor little hyena like me, you sure I meet your standards?”

Despite his attempt at humor, Ruggie was sure that you could hear the apprehensive tone in his voice, your eyes softening. 

Instead of pointing his insecurity out, you answered his question with a deep, open-mouth kiss. He groaned into your mouth, returning your kiss with desperation, as if you’d disappear in his grasp. 

Ruggie’s hands wandered along your sides, slipping underneath your shirt and tracing your spine, causing you to shiver in delight. You pulled away from his lips, causing him to let out a displeased growl before shifting into something closer to a purr as you left wet kisses along his neck. 

Feeling your teeth softly dig themselves into the crook of his neck and chest, Ruggie rolled his hips into yours, delighting in the moan that left you. 

Just as you started suckling, no doubt leaving a mark, his world turned upside down as he suddenly fell backwards onto the ground of the college kitchen. 

“Ow, shit!” Ruggie winced as the back of his head smacked into the hard tile flooring, you splayed over his body. 

“What is wrong with you two? When I said get them into a room together, I didn’t mean—oh my!” Azul squeaked, glasses skewed as he saw the two of you. Ruggie developing a dark red hickey and you with your shirt nearly half off. 

“Aw, see it worked out!” Floyd chirped, delighted at the turn of events. 

Jade chuckled, taking his phone out to quickly snap a photo. 

“W-what, hey! Don’t go taking pictures!” Ruggie cried out as the both of you scrambled to get up and tidy yourselves.

Jade smiled innocently. “Oh? Don’t worry, I’ll only share it with the other second years, just to win a bet.”

Ruggie narrowed his eyes at Jade. “Alright but how much did ya bet? You’re gonna split it with me right—”

The four men winced at your shrill shriek. 

“RUGGIE?! NO!” 

Zinnia – A purple zinnia flower symbolizes spiritual exaltation and honoring the divine. It also symbolizes love on a soul mate level.

Pink cosmos – In the Victorian era, cosmos flowers symbolized joy in love and in life. Dark pinks ones should be given to a romantic interest.

The latest unbirthday planning was going well. Since spring had just arrived, it was tradition for the first spring unbirthday party to have the desserts be made with the seasonal harvest. Riddle was especially happy to hear that Trey would be making strawberry and apricot tarts for this party. 

Trey was especially excited to try his hand at his mother’s sugared lavender cupcakes, a family recipe that she insisted on keeping out of his hands until he guaranteed her an in-law. 

Luckily he’d managed to convince her by telling her that the cupcakes might help him dazzle a certain someone. She was quick to mail him the original copy with the promise of a visitor during the next break. 

Now if only he could find the recipe card. 

“Hmm, I thought I brought it down from my room…hey Cater?”

“Yeah Trey?” Cater answered in a sing-song voice. 

“I can’t find my mom’s recipe card.” Trey groaned as he rubbed his face. “She’ll kill me if I lose it, can you go to my room to check if I left it on my desk?” 

Cater winked and gave him a finger gun. “Sure thing Trey! Cay-Cay in on the case! Brb!”

Trey nodded as Cater left the kitchen, now focusing on preparing the jam and frosting for the strawberry-lemon cake, which was cooling on the counter. He was so focused on making the jam and whisking the cream cheese frosting, he failed to notice a certain someone sneaking up behind him. 

“Boo!” 

Trey hummed, looking over his shoulder to look down at you with your arms out and teeth bared. “Oh, hey Y/N, you’re here early.”

“Aw booooooo! You were supposed to get scared!” You pouted at the taller man, pulling at his arm as he laughed at your little tantrum. 

“Haha, scared? Of you? Hardly.” Trey winced and held his arms up in defense, still laughing as you started to pound on his arms and back. 

“Ow, ow! Okay I concede!” He grabbed your hands, holding them over your head as he leaned down towards your face, smirking. 

Trey hovered his face over yours, enjoying your pouty blush. With a teasing lilt, he cooed, “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. Or else you won’t get a treat later~”

“Hmph, maybe I’ll just steal some later. What are you gonna do? Punish me?” You replied in an equally teasing tone, stepping on your tiptoes, making yourself just talk enough to brush your nose against his. 

“Mmm, don’t tempt me, I just might—”

“Hey Trey I found your—whoa! What did I just walk into?”

The two of you rapidly distanced yourselves from each other, Trey nearly knocking over the bowl of jam and you tripping into the table chair. 

Both of you answered Cater with a louder than needed, “Nothing!” as your faces turned the same shade as the strawberries he was baking with. 

“Riiiiight, uh, Trey I got your mom’s recipe card!” The ginger looked between you two with an absolute ecstatic grin, making eye contact with Trey and wiggling his eyebrows. 

“I can come back though, if you two need a moment—”

You interrupted, “No, it’s fine. I promised Ace and Deuce I’d help paint the roses.” 

Trey looked at you wistfully as you tidied yourself, pulling out a bouquet of dark-pink cosmos from your bag. 

“Here, you like these right? I thought you could use them to decorate the cake ‘n stuff.”

Trey smiled and accepted the bouquet of admittedly stunning cosmos, ignoring Cater’s open mouth smile and silent squealing. 

“Thanks, I’m sure they’ll go great with the cake, I’ll see you later.”

His eyes wandered up and down your body as you left the kitchen, waving your fingers as you gave a playful “Bye~”

Trey replied with his own enamored “bye” as he waved after you, a lovesick grin on his face as he watched you leave. 

Eyes still on the doorway you left through, it took a few moments and Cater waving his hand in front of his face to get his attention back. 

“Helloooo? Wonderland to Trey~” Cater sang, snapping his fingers in Trey’s face. “You’re a lil out of it, got something juicy you wanna share with me? Come on! Give Cay-Cay the deets!”

Trey rolled his eyes, swiping the recipe card from his friend’s hands. 

“There’s no ‘deets’ for Cay-Cay to know, not if he wants me to make him a spicy fruit cocktail for today.”

Cater hummed as he watched Trey resume building the strawberry-lemon cake, gesturing for him to grab stuff from the pantry. 

“Now, help me grab the lavender from the pantry, and get some more flour, I’ll need it for the cupcakes.”

“Sure! Speaking of flowers…” Cater leaned over to whisper into Trey’s ear, “why’s your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

Cater let out an uncharacteristically giddy cackle as he watched Trey drop the clean bowl he’d grabbed, whipping around to stare at him with wide eyes. 

“You saw those?” 

“Yeah, zinnias right?” Cater called out as he collected the items Trey requested. “Little Y/N’s favorite~ You want to tell me where you got so many?”

“Uh, the botanical gardens, where else?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, the gardens.” sneaking up from behind him, Cater plucked a light purple colored flower from the back of Trey’s neck, who hissed at the sudden prick. 

“Not from hanahaki popping up on your body, tooootallyyy!”

Trey groaned out loud, attempting to look behind him for any other blooms. “Damn it, I thought I got rid of them. Are there more I can’t see?” 

“Nah, you’re fine.” Cater waved him off, looking around the hard-to-reach places for his friend. “It was just the one.”

Trey sighed in relief, thanking Cater as he placed the bag of lavender petals in his hand, “Good, it was a pain to get them out of my hair, let alone my mouth. They’re really bitter you know?”

“O-M-G, Treeeeey!” Cater gasped, throwing himself against his friend. “That’s, like, a supes easy fix! Just confess, you already have the flowers to give!”

“Ha, I know, I plan to later.”

“Plus, with the way you two were allover each other earlier, there’s no way they won’t say yes—OMGWAITWHAT!”

Cater shook Trey by his shoulders, while the latter attempted to steady the bowl of dry ingredients in his hand, guarding it with a vigor akin to a knight and their liege. 

“OMGNOWAYWHENHOWAREYOUGONNADOITINFRONTOFEVERYONEAREYOUGONNADOITINPRIVATECANIRECORDCANIPOSTITTREYTREYTREYTREYTREY—”

Trey smacked his free hand on Cater’s mouth, effectively silencing him minus a few muffled sounds. He breathed out a heavy and deep sigh before slowly replying to Cater. 

“If I take my hand off your mouth, will you quiet down?”

Cater gave an enthusiastic nod, eyes twinkling. Trey could feel the grin against his hand, and reluctantly and slowly removed his hand. 

“...So when did you find out? When did you decide to confess?!” The ginger asked giddily, watching as Trey resumed his task at hand, preparing the ingredients for the lavender cupcakes. 

“A week ago, I overheard Ace and Deuce talking about the Prefect coughing up a bunch of pink cosmos, they were arguing over what tea would help with their symptoms.”

Cater made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, pointing at the cosmos you’d given to Trey earlier, placed carefully on the counter. 

“You mean—”

“Mm-hm, those are probably their hanahaki, grew up with those in my mom’s garden, she used them as garnishes on cakes, especially wedding ones.”

Trey smiled fondly as he reached to grab one of the small flowers, rubbing the soft petals between his fingers. “A bit after that I started to find zinnias in my bed, coughing them up and everything. I think the nurse probably put two and two together after I went to see her.”

He shrugged as he grabbed his mother’s recipe card, twirling it in his fingers. 

“I figured, why wait? Mom always said that it was these cupcakes that snatched Dad up, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at them plus she wouldn’t pass down this recipe without a partner in the picture.”

“Oh, Trey!” Cater clasped his hands together as he squealed, “You want help? I get some of the froshies to finish up the tarts and cake, so you can focus on those! Like, don’t even worry about it boo!”

Cater winked gave Trey a half-arm hug. “I’ll make sure they follow instructions to a T! All I ask for in exchange is the exclusive right to snap the first pic of the brand-new school couple, capiche?”

True to his word, Cater was quick to round up a handful of freshmen who he’d found goofing off instead of painting roses. They were more than happy to take over Trey’s baking, after he gave them strict rules and a talking too on what to do, in order to not be snitched off to Riddle. 

Thankfully, the cupcakes weren’t difficult to make, what with his experience in the kitchen. He’d cut the recipe down by half so that he’d only make four, medium sized cupcakes. In fact, the most difficult part was making sure that he ground up enough lavender to turn the glaze a soft purple, which complemented the zinnias he’d placed in the small basket. Using the plush flowers as a cushion, he placed the blooms of your cosmos in between the gaps, creating a beautiful, pink and purple presentation. 

He was sure you’d love it, carefully hiding the wicker basket, covered by a white tablecloth, underneath the table. 

Later, Trey smiled as he looked around at the dorm members enjoying the party. His cake was a big hit, and Riddle in particular was enjoying the flower themed desserts, specially the daisy-shaped fruit tarts. 

“You’ve outdone yourself this time Trey!” Riddle praised him, “It seems that everyone has particularly enjoyed the sweets this time around. Well done, I’d expect nothing less!

Trey chuckled bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. “Thanks Riddle, be sure to praise the freshmen too, that group over there helped out a lot as well.”

Riddle nodded, his mood in high-spirits as he walked over to the group Trey gestured to. Trey raised his head to look over the crowd of red, white, and black for Cater, who was currently adjusting his slice of cake for the perfect angle. 

Grim was also with him, hungrily waiting for Cater to give him the okay to make the sacrifice of scarfing down the sweet dessert. Perfect.

Trey briskly walked over to him, basket in hand, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Cater perked up and nodded before calling out. 

“Hey Acey, Deucey! Com ‘ere real quick, Cay-Cay needs ya for a super-duper important task!”

The pair perked up mid-conversation with you, nodding at you and rushing over to Cater per his request. Trey walked over to you, though he could make out Cater asking the duo for assistance with a Magicam post. 

“Hey, Y/N.” You smiled up at him as he approached, wiping the tart crumbs from the corner of your mouth. Trey had the impulsive to lean down and lick the mess off of you himself, though he shook it away. 

“Hey, what’s up Trey!” You clasped your hands behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels, unaware of the petals. “You did great with the desserts, I noticed you didn’t use the flowers I gave you on the cake though…are they not edible?”

“About that…I actually wanted to show you something else I did with the flowers,” Trey held his hand out to you soft smile growing bigger as you laced your fingers through his. 

Trey led you to an isolated corner of the rose maze, stiffening slightly as you wrapped your arm around his, relaxing as you leaned in. The small basket was being carefully guarded against his right side, being carefully cradled like a precious stone in a gold necklace. 

The two of you remained in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence like an old, aging married couple on a stroll. The image made him smile. 

I wasn’t but a few minutes later that you’d arrived at a secluded white gazebo, roses and vines crawling up the sides. It was just far enough away that the sound of laughter and chatter from the party was but a faint white noise, giving Trey the perfect ambiance needed for his plan. 

“Take a seat right there, I got something for you.” Trey gestured to the stone bench, a fitting heart-shaped backrest further setting the mood. 

“Oh? Alright.” You took a seat, still looking up at him with a curious expression. “Is it something in the basket?”

He let out a soft chuckle, “Why don’t you close your eyes and let me surprise you?” 

You squint your eyes in suspicion, scoffing as you obey.

“Fine, if I get another spoonful of vanilla extract though—”

Trey barked out a laugh. “I told you it was bitter! Now keep those eyes closed.”

“It smells sweet! It’s made of vanilla!” You huffed, flinching and then relaxing as you felt him place the basket on your lap. “That’s not the worst thing even, I’m still angry about the oyster sauce donuts!”

“Okay that one was your own fault, you saw me do the same thing with Ace and the chestnut tarts, remember? When we first met?”

You smiled fondly, as did Trey though you couldn’t see it. What Trey could see though were the cosmos blooming along your exposed nape. He let out a soft cough, spitting out a lilac zinnia. 

“Hmm, yeah, I do.” He wiped his hands clean, gingerly placing the zinnia on the bench next to you, uncovering the basket and grabbing one of the still pristine cupcakes. 

“Okay, here—” Trey took the sugared lavender stem and held it up to you mouth. “—open up and say ‘aah’~”

“Pfft—okay, aaaah~” Grinning, Trey placed the stem on your tongue and watched as you slowly chewed. 

“Well? How’s that taste?”

You hummed. “It’s sweet, flowery…it tastes like the evening tea Riddle has before bed…soooo lavender?”

Trey hummed in affirmation. “That’s right, now take a bite of this.” He unfolded the wrapper off of the cupcake, holding it up as you took a small bite. 

“Mmmh! Trey!” Your moan of delight caused a pleasurable shiver down his spine, less than pure thoughts filling his head. “It’s so good, it’s lavender too? Is it a cookie…no wait, a cupcake!”

“Heh, good guess, I have one last thing for you to taste, ‘kay?”

He watched as you eagerly nodded, mouth open for the next treat. Trey leaned down, hovering his lips over you own, noticing the light purple glaze still on your bottom lip.

Feeling his breath over your own, you stuttered out, “T-trey? What are you—mmph!”

Trey gently, but firmly pressed his lips to yours, licking the glaze and swiping his tongue along your lip as you opened up to let him in. Your hands reached to tug him by the lapel, returning his kiss with eagerness and tugging him closer and closer, gasps leaving both of your lips. 

Still hands were now wandering, gliding up your thighs and along the curve of your back, deciding to settle on the backrest. Trey found himself leaning down to match your height, knee settled in between your thighs. 

A beguiling groan rang from between your mouths, from who you didn’t know, then another as Trey’s tongue met your own. Then a gasp as you felt his hand hook underneath you as he lifted you to curl against his body, left hand still cradling and rubbing soothing circles at the small of your back. 

Your back was so far arched, chest meeting chest, that you moved your hands from their steel grip on his lapels to instead wrap around his shoulder and neck as he dipped you further to feel your body press into his. 

Trey licked your lower lip again, positive he could still taste the sweet lavender on your lip, causing you to whine as he instead took your lower lip between his teeth and tug. Breaking the kiss to observe your red face, gasping breaths, and half lidded eyes. 

He has to say, of all the cakes, cookies, and pastries he’s made and tried over the years, you were by far the sweetest, and most divine treat he’s tasted. Trey decided that he needed another taste to confirm as he lips met yours for another passionate kiss.

[cvlutos]

TWISTED WONDERLAND: HOST CLUB AU

♡ President: Vil Schoenheit — The “Prince Charming” Type

The definition of perfect, with such eloquent words and perfect charm that has all the men and women swoon. Irresistable and so kind and sweet to all around him. He's quite elegant and alluring. They say that his beauty has no bounds, yet behind closed doors, he is a ticking time bomb.

Followed By:

Rook Hunt — The “Unique” Type

~ Unofficial Member, but another constant, that is rather suave yet odd. With a few dedicated customers, that come for him and him alone. Even if he's rarely in the host Clubroom and off doing whatever it is he does. No one's even sure that they've seen him outside of being around Vil.

Epel Felmier — The “Innocent” Type

~ Host in Training, and is attached to the hip with Vil, due to him being the next Host President when Vil graduates. Epel is becoming a host because not only was he causing trouble but had quite the fan base, which Azul practically begged Vil to take him because of the money he would draw in. Which he was correct about.

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♡ Vice President: Azul Ashengrotto — The “Cool” Type

Suave yet cunning. Ready to cash in a check and make a deal anytime. Yet so charismatic, that before you know it you find yourself drowning in his charm and almost cold exterior. Yet in private he’s just a blushing bride.

Followed By:

Jade Leech n’ Floyd Leech — The “Devil" Types

~ Unofficial part of the Host Club, but seen around constantly, sometimes entertaining the guests, for a limited time and with higher price. They love stealing other hosts Clients.

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♡ Kalim Al-Asim — The “Loli-Shota” Type

Truthful to all he is. Super energetic and such a sweetheart, so willing to entertain and share. Time with him is always a party and seems absolutely grand. Yet it seems that a snake lurks behind his back.

Followed By:

Jamil Viper — The “Mysterious” Type

~ Always by Kalim’s side and is often cold. Yet has rare moments of him being kind when he thinks he’s alone. Which brings the people to see both him and Kalim often. Since he rarely takes on clients due to him being quite busy.

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♡ Malleus Draconia — The “Strong and Silent” Type

Intimidating yet graceful. Clients flock to him in droves, desperate to merely be within his presence. Not much is known about him besides the fact he loves to play the violin. [Though he has a habit of not showing up, either accidentally or purposely]

Followed By:

Lilia Vanrouge — The “Allusive” Type

~ A member of the Host Club by mere association to Malleus, only comes to either take the place of Malleus clients if they'll have him, or he'll find random clients he finds interesting and bother them for the day. The entire day.

Silver — The “Princely” Type

~ A prince surrounded by peasants, people practically throw themselves at his feet. He's your natural type host, sweet, honest, kind. If he in any sense takes up your time in a rude way, he'll make up for it. [He has often fallen asleep on his hosts, and they absolutely love it.]

Sebek Zigvolt — The “Dedicated” Type

~ Another Hosts-In-Training that accidentally became a host but merely wanted to be a client for Malleus. [The others noticed that Sebek had a small fanclub and urged Malleus to ask him to join. Sebek obviously said yes] Sebek is a interesting host, he doesn't have a lot of clients, half the reason he scares them off, but the ones that do stay, even if he's awkward he treats them kindly.

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♡ Idia Shroud — The “Otaku” Type

He's a rare host that people rarely get a chance with and most the time they only get magazines or photos of him and practically go feral when he's in person and absolutely love his introverted nature.

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♡ Riddle Rosehearts — The “Noble” Type

No one knows how or why Riddle is a host, but within a week of being a host, he had built quite the fan base. He's quite respect, earnest, honest, and kind to a certain degree. With perfect posture and always orderly, people love his overall collective air.

Followed By:

Trey Clover — The “Husband” Type

~ Trey is a host that's also busy and out and about, but always spoils his clients with baked treats. Always thanking them for being patient and complimenting them. This also extends outside of the Host Room, if he recognizes you, which he will, he's is kind and sweet, fixing your collar or your hair, and doing all the things a husband would.

Cater Diamond — The “Influencer” Type

~ He is everywhere at once and quite literally in all the Host Club’s Drama. But he's also a client hopper, sometimes he'll stay with two different clients for weeks before dropping them and getting two other clients. He's real sweat about it so no one takes offense when he's finding different clients.

Deuce Spade — The “Loyal” Type

~ Another Hosts-In-Training and unlike the other Hosts, he'll go out of his way to see a client of his, so he probably takes in very few and sticks to maybe four or five different clients and gives each of them 100%. He's such a cutie that everyone adores him and he has quite the fandom that love his utter loyalty.

Ace Trappola — The “Heart Breaker” Type

~ He's also a Host in Training, and similarly to Cater, he client hopping and client stealing, just taking up random clients that he likes and that he'll maybe see again if he really likes them. He purposely takes Riddle's Clients, and many treat it as an honor to be picked by him.

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♡ Leona Kingscholar — The “Rebel” Type

He's never in the Host Clubroom yet the second most popular. He never shows up for anything and most his fans sustain by photos or magazines of him. But when he's there, there's a entire rush of students trying to see him, the halls are packed and stuffed like sardines that listen to no one but Leona, who can merely wave them all and in a instant they leave.

Followed By:

Ruggie Bucchi — The “Sneaky” Type

~ Ruggie is also an unofficial host, that more often then not is telling others about which hosts.will be in the Clubroom and which hosts won't, he's sorta of chaos control, that keeps the host room from being overrun daily. Few people come to see him and whenever they do, their moments are spent running chores with him and not like the usual host do.

Jack Howl — The “Wild” Type

~ Hosts-In-Training but originally Host Clubroom Security. Which he stills does, standing by the doors, often scaring people away from breaking any rules. How he became a host, no one knows, but they simply know that people love his Justice driven personality and swoon when he speaks.

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And You,

♡ [Name] [Surname] — The “Natural” Type

It's unclear whether youre the host, attendee, or client but that you're in the Host room quite frequently. People love the natural air around you and you don't feel like a larger than person and your treat everyone equally. So there's always the lurking fans that being you gifts whenever they see you and when you accept they run off blushing. Still no one is sure if youre a host, a simply attendee, and or client, this has been an ongoing discussion but your bring in money, so why does it matter.

NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE

Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Night Raven College. The NRC Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Night Raven College's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.

ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY

With Royal Sword Academy, another school for the rich and famous, that prides themselves on talent and righteous acts above all else. Who heard secrets and whispers about you and constantly try and convince you to join RSA. They could also possibly trying to create a host club just so you'll come to their school.

NOBLE BELL COLLEGE

Noble Bell College, with Rollo Flamm, who visits NRC under the guise of work but is viewed as a Malleus’ and or Your Client. No one is sure why he comes, but he's paying and respectful so no forces him to leave.

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[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!”

[unpredictable-probabilities]

“I Do”: The Long-Term Deal || Chapter 4: A Truth Long Overdue

Summary:

On their first day as an "engaged couple", Azul begins to act upon his plan of distancing himself from Jamil.

However, Jamil has other ideas...

Word Count: 4,353

Notes:

For Day 1 of AshenViper Week 2024!

Prompt: Trust/Realization

Word Count: 4,353

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Azul slowly woke up to a stiffness in his neck and shoulders. It would appear that he had fallen asleep on the couch. How did that happen? Usually when he fell asleep unexpectedly it would be at his desk in the middle of work.

He blinked himself awake and realized that he was leaning on Jamil’s shoulder, and Jamil’s head was resting on top of his.

His heart dropped to his stomach and he felt as if he had dived to the coldest part of the Coral Sea.

He jumped away and stood up, backing away from the couch.

Jamil instinctively jerked up from the sudden movement, blinking his eyes open before looking around and squinting at Azul. "Wha…? Where…?"

“S-Sorry.” Azul cleared his throat, feeling his face warm. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. You could have woken me up and slept more comfortably in your bed.”

"Ah, don't worry about it. I fell asleep without realizing it too," Jamil reassured him. He stood up and awkwardly shifted on his feet. "Are you gonna be busy today?"

Azul stood up straighter, recovering as the topic switched to something he was much more comfortable with. “I have to actually start planning the birthday gala, especially now that the board will be even more insistent on holding meetings with me after last night. You’ll be getting your things from your apartment, right? I can ask Floyd to help you. He and Jade would be coming over today, anyway, to help with the planning. Jade and I can plan while you and Floyd go to your apartment. When you get back, we’ll get your input and finalize the plans. No doubt they would expect you to be there at the gala, and you should be part of deciding how it goes.”

Jamil smiled in amusement. “30 seconds into waking up and you're already rattling off work plans even on a Sunday?”

Azul raised an eyebrow. “And you spend all your weekends relaxing?” he asked skeptically.

“Fair,” Jamil chuckled. “So I'll take Floyd with me to my old apartment to get my things. Don't trust having him around for the brainstorming?” he quipped, making his way to the kitchen.

“It’s not that,” Azul followed him. “I just think it’s better if you take him with you in case any other thugs are waiting at your apartment. The two thieves have been caught, but it can’t hurt to be careful.” He approached the shelves and took the kettle. “Would you like some tea?”

"Sure, some green tea would be nice," Jamil answered, opening up the shelves to look at the ingredients. "I'm gonna make us some breakfast squares... Care to eat with me?" He pointedly glanced at Azul on that statement, almost like a silent pressure to get him to say yes.

Azul hesitated, but he didn't want there to be a long conversation about it. "Alright," he relented. He put the kettle on and didn't say anything else. With Jamil now living in his house, he had to be even more mindful about keeping his distance.

"...You don't have to force yourself," Jamil said as he grabbed a bowl of eggs and milk and a baking pan. "I know what the twins said about making sure you eat, but you and I don't have to treat it like an obligation. I'd like to invite you to eat with me, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Sorry, no, it's just…" Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "There's a lot on my mind," he muttered as he prepared the teapot and two cups. "But that can wait until after breakfast." He offered Jamil a smile that would have convinced anyone else, but Jamil had always been more perceptive than others. "Do you often cook for yourself when you travel?"

"Of course," Jamil nodded, choosing to go along with the topic. On the counter, he began to prepare the scrambled eggs. "Though I also indulge myself with the local restaurants here and there. I'm curious, are there any inspirations behind Mostro Lounge when you first made it? Like, what got you aiming for a classy dining lounge? Is that just the style of architecture the Coral Sea has?"

"Not at all," Azul said, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed as he waited for the kettle to boil. "I did a lot of research before coming to NRC; I learned that people have a positive association with that type of atmosphere, and they're expected to pay a lot for it. It was just as well that Octavinelle’s uniform matched the type of establishment I wanted to build. My mother owns a restaurant, so I already had significant knowledge on how to run a food business.”

"Oh,” Jamil perked up in interest. "Did you help out at her restaurant when you were younger?"

Azul nodded. "I did. She was always patient with me, and I learned a lot from her.”

“That's kind of adorable, taking after your mom in the catering business,” Jamil said as he poured the scrambled eggs into the frying pan.

Azul's face heated up in embarrassment. "Adorable? Since when did you say such things about me?"

"Is it wrong to call an adorable thing adorable?" Jamil shrugged innocently. "It's just nice to hear that you and her sound really close. I bet she's really proud of you."

Azul fell silent. His mother had told him that very sentiment in no uncertain terms, which was why he felt dread in the pit of his stomach about lying to her soon about his fake engagement.

The kettle whistled and took his attention. He turned off the stove and began transferring the hot water into the teapot where the teabags were.

"How about your relationship with your parents?" he asked Jamil. “I hope it has improved since graduation.”

Jamil momentarily paused, but continued frying the eggs before moving to the baking pan. He sighed. "Could be better, but not as bad as it was when they first found out about my resignation as Kalim's attendant. Even with Kalim and his dad's blessing, my parents didn't take the disruption to the Viper legacy well. We hadn't been on speaking terms for a while, but… Around my birthday last year, they sent me a text to greet me. We do small chats now, here and there, asking about how the other's doing, so yeah. It's sort of like reconnecting with old coworkers, in a way."

Azul was silent for a moment, then he nodded. “I’m glad to know that they’re not adamantly against your choice.” He arranged the teapot and cups on a tray along with the sugar bowl. “Have they asked you about… Have they heard the news about us from last night?”

Jamil shook his head. "So far, Najma and Kalim are the only people back home freaking out about it." He added the eggs then layers of ham, cheese, chives, and an additional covering of dough before the spices, then he glanced up at Azul. “Wait. Has your mom heard about it?"

“No. News from land travels slower underwater, and I’ve asked Jade to further slow down news about me. She might know some time this week or the next, though. And she would certainly want to hear from me before my birthday.” Azul went back to leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “We can expect her to want to meet us together by the end of the month. Are you sure you’re okay with that? Have you ever traveled underwater?”

"Underwater? No." Jamil shook his head and put the baking pan in the oven. "But I think I'll be fine. I can only hope she'd be okay with me. Even if this is fake, I'd rather avoid having another set of parents disapprove of me."

"You have nothing to worry about, Jamil," Azul reassured him, then something occurred to him. "Have you ever seen a cecaelia before? In their true form?"

"Sure, the Great Sea Witch's Statue on Main Street back at Night Raven. Why?"

"Well, the real thing looks a bit different from the statue. I… look different." Azul fidgeted with the cuffs of his sleeves. "My mother will expect me to be in my merform when we visit… But anyway, that's weeks away from now. We have other things to focus on first." He turned around to pick up the tray and walked over to the dining table. There will be time later to worry about Jamil seeing him in his merform.

Jamil followed him. "What sort of plans do you have for the coming weeks?"

"Preparing for the birthday gala, mostly." Azul answered as he placed the tea set on the table. "There isn't any…" he trailed off and suddenly straightened up as a mortifying realization dawned on him. "It's Valentine's Day in two days.”

"Ah, yeah." Jamil was placing cutlery and plates on the table, and he frowned when he saw Azul's face. “What're you worried for?"

"They'll be expecting us to do something, like a date or…" Azul looked at Jamil and blinked. "You don't look worried at all."

Jamil was silent for a moment before answering. “If Valentine's Day scares you, then what's stopping you from dipping out entirely? Does the press really matter that much?"

Azul furrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully. "You might be right. We don't have to do anything, we can just stay here. If anyone asks, we can say we wanted a private day to ourselves."

"Exactly. You're not required to make appearances for every special occasion; you're allowed to have a private life.” The oven dinged, and Jamil glanced at it before turning back to Azul. “Now then... shall we eat?" He took the breakfast squares out of the oven.

Azul nodded and took a seat. "Thank you for cooking. I'll do dinner tonight."

"Well now, a front-row seat to the culinary skills of Mostro Lounge's very own founder? I'd be honored,” Jamil said as he carefully placed the baking pan onto the table and took a seat across from Azul.

Azul raised an eyebrow. "You've dined in Mostro Lounge even back at NRC, right? My 'skills' are nothing new to you."

"Some of those dishes had been yours?" Jamil blinked. "I always assumed it was your employees' creations."

"Everything in the main course was my recipe," Azul said as he poured tea for both of them. "In the evenings I usually helped cook them, particularly when it's a busy night."

"Shame, then. If only I had known. I'll consider tonight as my first time sampling your works knowing full well who was behind them."

Azul huffed out a chuckle and shook his head. "You really have changed," he said quietly.

Jamil paused momentarily from transferring some food onto his plate. "...Can I ask what you mean by that?"

Azul followed suit in getting some food as he pondered how to answer; he hadn't expected Jamil to ask for an explanation. "I just meant… Back then you wouldn't have cared whether or not I was the one who made those dishes.” Jamil seemed to care more about things in general now, and it still caught Azul off-guard at times.

At that, Jamil let his gaze drop. "I suppose that's true. Is it too late for me to make up for it?"

Azul felt his shoulders tense up. "Why would you want to do that? There's nothing to make up for,” he managed to keep his tone casual.

"I did a lot of stupid things as a kid, that's all... And I can push past my ego to say that I was paranoid, too paranoid, and it got in the way of any meaningful connections I could've made back then. Granted, NRC didn't make that any easier, but..." He glanced up at Azul. "Running into familiar faces throughout my travels and seeing them past my own assumptions made me realize how little I knew about anyone. Even though the sketchy reputation you had back then was justified, I was pretty unfair with you and... hanging out with you these days made me remember that I did wish we could've been... friends, like you wanted."

Azul looked at him in surprise. “You… wished we had been friends? Why?” Even to his own ears his voice sounded guarded, bordering on suspicious. But could Jamil blame him? Even when they had become marginally closer in their Third Year compared to the year before, Jamil had never indicated wanting to be friends with anyone, least of all him.

Embarrassment flickered in Jamil's eyes but he continued speaking. "Just as you were intrigued by me, I felt the same way about you. You were smart and unapologetic about it, you were resourceful and always had contingencies upon contingencies and even in the middle of a disaster, you always remained steadfast to what mattered to you. I would never admit it back then, but I always respected you, Azul. I just didn't know how to trust you—or trust anyone, for that matter. It's something I like to think I got better at, but..." he shrugged. "I dunno."

Azul picked at his food with a fork and remained quiet for a few moments. Jamil had never spoken to him that way before, and now Jamil was suddenly saying all those sentiments out of nowhere. How was he supposed to react to that? This was not a Jamil that he knew how to talk to.

"How can you trust me now?" Azul finally met Jamil's eyes. "Especially with the ruse we're playing? What had I done now that I didn't back then?"

"Well... Firstly, you wouldn't be doing this ruse if it wasn't for me," Jamil replied. "So I can't fault you for that. Most importantly, you've been pulling strings to help me out, even when you had no reason to considering how much of an ass I was. Do you think it's a mistake for me to trust you now? Or... if you don't trust me, then I don't blame you. You don't have to. I just wanted to say how I feel about everything now, ‘cause younger me never had the guts."

Azul sighed and leaned back in his chair. The day had barely started and already it was threatening to overwhelm him. "I do trust you, Jamil. Do you think I'd live under the same roof as you if I didn't? I just… never expected to hear those things from you." He allowed the corners of his mouth to lift in a smile, his gaze softening. "It's an honor to have your trust, Jamil Viper," he said playfully.

"And it's a surprise and an honor to have yours," Jamil replied, his shoulders relaxing. He then took a bite of his food. "Mm. Trust point: No poison in our breakfast today. Go, us."

"You don't know that, you haven't tried your tea yet," Azul said with a smirk.

"Wow. Consider me terrified." Jamil picked up his cup and maintained eye contact as he brought it to his lips and took a sip.

Azul chuckled and shook his head, looking down at his food and beginning to eat

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A classic love song was playing on the radio in Floyd’s car as they drove to Jamil’s apartment. Outside, stores and restaurants were advertising all sorts of Valentine's Day gimmicks, from discounts to new products to dance nights. Decorative hearts were everywhere.

Normally, Jamil would have rolled his eyes at all of it, but today... well, his mind was set on other things. Potential. Opportunities.

Would it be too forward for him to try anything romantic with Azul while they were behind closed doors?

Perhaps. Not to mention that even though things between them had seemingly improved, he could tell that Azul was on guard about something, and he was afraid of driving him away.

"What's the matter, Sea Snake?" Floyd’s voice broke through his thoughts. "Ya got a frown there. You worried there'll be thugs waiting for us?"

Oh, right. He'd almost forgotten about that.

"You know as well as I do that the most dangerous thug in this city is the guy driving this car," Jamil replied. "No, I can handle thugs. I've been trained to be able to handle them since I learned how to write."

But his engagement to Azul? Nothing in his life had prepared him for any of that.

"... Just nervous about pulling off the whole partner ploy, I suppose,” Jamil continued. “I have no idea how to act like a lovestruck buffoon."

"You'll be fiiiine," Floyd drawled out. "Besides, everyone back at NRC already thought that you and Azul were lovestruck buffoons. So we know it already comes naturally to ya," he snickered.

"That's funny, you're not the first person to tell me something like that," Jamil frowned, recalling Ruggie's words before this all went down. "What do you mean? Why did everyone think we were 'lovestruck'?"

They stopped at a traffic light and Floyd raised an eyebrow at him like the answer was obvious.

"Azul was always talkin' to ya to get you to Octavinelle or even Mostro Lounge, and you let 'im. If it's anyone else pesterin' you like that, you walk out or hiss at them until they leave, especially after you Overblotted and tried to kill us in Scarabia," Floyd said casually. "But if it's Azul, you always let him prattle on. He's the one who always sat next to you in the cafeteria when basically everyone else was terrified of you. And then there's Bean's Day when y'all teamed up while I was chasin' ya," the eel laughed heartily at the memory. "And then who can forget yer dance at the masquerade in Fleur City? I didn't see it but everyone was talkin' about it even more than the deadly flowers. And then y'all were practically joined at the hip in our Third Year, working together in Alchemy and Flight Class and stuff. And some dudes who wanted to court Azul said you always glared at them whenever they tried."

"They were being rude, asking him out like I wasn't in the same room working on a project with him," Jamil protested, huffing defensively. "I guess we acted close for a couple of guys who never called each other friends, but I wouldn't call that being lovestruck. 'Lovestruck' would be…” he gestured vaguely with his hands. “Longing gazes, holding hands, saying sweet embarrassing words. There was no love to be had," his voice latched onto a wistful tone at the last part, so he cleared his throat. "So I gotta learn to act as if there had been."

"Oh there was definitely longing gazes, Snakey, from the both of ya," Floyd said without hesitation as the traffic began to move again. "And I'd heard enough of y'all complimenting each other in Alchemy and felt embarrassed myself," he shivered. "And if you want hand-holding, there are some pics of y'all dancing at the masquerade with your hands on each other. I still got 'em on my phone. Want me to post them on MagiCam to help convince the press? I can even make some hashtags."

"Why the insistence on these past incidents?" Jamil glanced at the merman. "What are you trying to say?"

"Y'all had it bad for each other," Floyd said casually. "Why do you think no one was surprised in our old groupchat when they heard you were getting married? And the googly heart-eyes are definitely still happening now. Jade just told me not to mention it during our meetings," he pouted.

Jamil fell silent, replaying in his mind the long list of moments with Azul that Floyd just told him.

He knew that Floyd was accusing him of sporting a crush on Azul all this time, and perhaps he didn't have the heart to deny it.

But more importantly...

"These heart-eyes… is Azul making them, too?"

Floyd snorted. "Yeah, Snakey. I'm surprised you didn't notice. You really watched over Sea Otter for years with that kinda blindness?"

Jamil could feel a steady beat under his ribcage. Floyd was many things but he wouldn't lie about that, and he certainly would never make stuff up about Azul.

He stared at the road ahead, his thoughts racing. "So... you don't think I need to change anything with the way I'm acting? What I'm doing is already convincing enough?"

"You convinced everyone at the party last night, right?" Floyd pointed out. "But if you wanna snog Azul from time to time I bet that'd be hella convincing."

Heat rushed to Jamil's face, and he was about to glare daggers at the eel, but he saw more posters promoting the impending holiday.

"... Do you think I should do something special on Valentine's?" Jamil mumbled.

Floyd looked at him curiously as they stopped at an intersection. "Like for the press? You plannin' a public date or somethin'?"

Jamil recalled Azul's expression that morning when he realized Valentine's Day was coming up.

He scowled and shook his head. "Never mind. I get the feeling he wouldn't like it."

"And… yer upset?" Floyd asked as the car moved again. “That he won't like going on a date with you?"

"No. Maybe?" Jamil combed a hand through his hair and exhaled. "I'm more worried about scaring him away."

"Scare him away? Why, you got somethin' spooky planned for Valentine's? How'll it be different from all the times you hung out back then?"

Jamil shrugged. "I dunno, he just seemed uncomfortable as soon as he realized Valentine's was in two days. Started going into work mode at the very thought of it." He fidgeted with the strings of his hoodie.

Floyd was uncharacteristically quiet for several seconds. "I think you should go for it, Sea Snake. Plan something special for Valentine's. Y'all obviously like hanging out with each other, so I don't think you can really go wrong with that."

"Won't he get bothered? It would look like I'm suddenly coming onto him after we just established a fake relationship." Jamil didn't want Azul to think that he was taking advantage of their situation.

"Are you thinking of jumpin' him or something? What's so bothersome about yer plan?" Floyd said irritably.

Jamil turned his gaze downward. "Maybe dinner. Just a private one in his house. I'll cook some food for us. Maybe watch something on the TV."

"And ya think that's gonna bother him?" Floyd raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe. I mentioned wanting to be his friend and making up for lost time, but…” Jamil still remembered how tense Azul had become in that conversation. “Suffice to say he didn't look pleased."

Floyd was so surprised that he turned to look at Jamil in the middle of driving, swerving just in time to avoid hitting a mailbox. Car horns sounded from behind them.

"You told him that?" Floyd sounded baffled, his eyes wide. "Like, using words? From your mouth?"

Jamil glared at him. "I'm capable of expressing such sentiments from time to time, you know."

"Holy shit," Floyd said with amazement. "Are you sure he looked displeased and he didn't just, y'know, have a stroke from the shock?" he laughed. "Anyway, if you wanna cook him dinner, then cook him dinner, man. Y'all live together, what's wrong with that? And you share a TV, too. And make sure he does eat dinner, mmkay?" he added pointedly.

Jamil huffed out a sigh. "Fine. It's nothing weird, right? Yeah, I'm just a guy preparing dinner and a movie for a friend. Who I'm in a pretend engagement with. For Valentine's Day." He groaned and lightly thudded his head against the headrest. "What if I prepare it casually? I don't have to announce it as anything special, do I?"

"Yeahhh. Just a normal night between bros. Who've been pining for each other for a decade and now live together."

This had Jamil jolting nearly out of his seat and staring at Floyd. "Pining?! Wh— How'd you—er— you don't know that!"

"I just told you everyone in our batch knows it, Sea Snake!" Floyd said impatiently.

Right, but that doesn't make their observations correct, Jamil thought, but he knew not to argue with Floyd about it any longer.

"Which movie are ya gonna watch?" Floyd’s tone suddenly switched to casual again.

"Not sure yet,” Jamil shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the thought of asking Azul to watch a movie with him. “Do you know if he's got any favorites?"

Floyd thought for a moment. "Oh! There's this new film called 'Red HQ'. It's a spy slash heist film. I saw it last week and it's pretty cool. I betcha y'all would like it. It's kinda like Scarabia's talent for forethought combined with Octavinelle’s resourcefulness. People get swindled, the swindlers get thwarted, stuff like that. It's available online."

"A heist movie? Azul likes that type of genre?" Jamil mused, unsure how much to trust Floyd's suggestion. "Has he seen it already?"

"Nah he hasn't seen it yet. Lately he's either been busy with work or hiding in his house to avoid the board. Jade and I saw similar movies with him back then, though. We like it because we see all the clever plans and stuff, and sometimes we roast the characters since we've come up with better ones when we were in NRC."

"Hah. Sounds like something you guys would do to relax," Jamil fondly shook his head. "And you're okay with me watching this movie with Azul without you and Jade around, if it ever comes to it?"

"Of course, man," Floyd said. "I'd already seen it, anyway. And there's lots of other heist films we can all watch together. Lemme know what you think of it!"

Jamil fell silent, staring ahead at the road. Was he really gonna attempt a romantic gesture towards Azul now? He hadn't planned it, but with everything Floyd said about Azul possibly feeling the same way…

He took a breath to calm himself, leaning back against the seat. “I really hope you're right about this one.”

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<- Chapter 3

(Masterlist)

[flaringfoxsoul03]

Oh, hey! Matchups!

Anyway, hi, I'd like a matchup for Twisted Wonderland if you have the time and energy.

Appearance: I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman. I have wavy black hair that reaches my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

Personality: I'm pretty calm, collected and hard-working for the most part. People say I'm intelligent, quiet, and polite. I can be sarcastic at times, although people often say it's hard to tell when I'm being sarcastic. I'm probably the most emotional unemotional person I know. I don't really show a whole lot of facial expressions, but I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for. I also tend to get overwhelmed easily, especially when I'm in really noisy places for prolonged periods of time (RIP ADHD and Autism). When people get to know me, they say that I'm a good listener and that they feel safe to speak their mind to me. I also have a tendency to overestimate my own capacity to do work, so I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out. Regardless, I still finish what I set out to do.

My favourite hobbies include reading, playing video games, listening to classical and lofi hip-hop, and making art. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours and the overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

I hope this is enough information for a matchup. Thanks for taking the time to read this

I am so sorry about the delay! Just a really bad bought of writer’s block I’m afraid. I’m better now, so allow me to get the show on the road!

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I match you with…

Jamil Viper!

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So this feels like a pretty good match to me. Not because this man is a sly genius, he’s the fool who’s fallen for you. Like I don’t mean this as like a one way street, you both are making decisions effectively together because you can see and hear him for who he is and not judge and he knows the struggles of some of your own flaws and accepts you as well. It’s just like this trauma bonding moment begging to happen and dammit am I making that happen? Hell yes I am!

Jamil has seen you around before and heard a plethora of rumors surrounding you, but initially meeting you in person is as bland as he expected it. Almost too bland, like you were purposefully trying to make yourself smaller and you just looked so done with the world while your other half student was off making trouble with Kalim, so he managed to get his master back on track and you distracting Grim elsewhere. He mentions dinner time for the dorm house of Scarabia in hopes you understand his hidden message. Thank your intellect for picking up on it, because your relationship with Jamil has opened up many new possibilities

He’s fabulous at handling your autism and ADHD due to the fact that I personally headcanon that Kalim is very much so on the autism spectrum and with how he is in general with many things, I would not surprised if he did officially get diagnosed with ADHD. Plus Jamil likes the silence and quiet more than he does with loud parties and frantic conversations that somehow make it over the blaring music. He appreciates the change of pace on what you need, mostly because he needs it too. Kalim just never seems to give up whatsoever on this party business. On top of that, Jamil is intellectually smart emotionally too, mostly thanks to idiots who would wish harm sneakily to Kalim in front of him. He never has a hard time telling when you’re being sarcastic after knowing you a bit, but he does occasionally struggle and will out right tell you about it instead of beating around the bush. He doesn’t see the point of just not having a productive conversation for both partners. The man will not hold any criticism back, he wants you to become your best self possible.

Dude’s been a servant all his life, he’s gonna help you whether you like it or not. It maybe subtle or he’ll just do it right in front of you, he doesn’t care. He just changes his tactics if you ask him to not interfere, usually listens if the problem isn’t hurting you to a point. But he really does love that go-getter attitude, never faltering even though you’re just incredibly burnt out. He is going to make you take breaks with his signature spell if it’s getting to a point where he’s uncomfortable with how you’re treating yourself. But it’s a nice change of pace of just getting things done like he does compared to Kalim and his extreme experience with procrastination.

Loves your unique fashion choices. Not many people wear such clothing related to their ethnic origins in favor of wearing more modern clothes when on campus. He can appreciate the commitment and comfort that it brings you as he wears similar clothing regardless.

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And the follow ups are:

Trey Clover

And

Rook Hunt

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And that’s all folks!

~Fox

[shiemori-writes]

If your still doing requests, How would Cater, Kalim, Malleus and Jamil be like when their s/o gifts them a portrait of themselves that s/o painted?

✰—" because every artist need's a muse!"

the prefect decides to gift their lovely s/o a portrait!! how will the boys react?

characs: cater, kalim, malleus and jamil <3

includes: sfw, fluff, pining, pre-established relationship, and ofc, gender neutral reader as per usual!

notes: this was pretty fun to write! thanks for the request nonnie~! (also yes thats malleus' username) (he was using speech to text and it was too late to change it khehehe)

♡︎CATER DIAMOND♡︎

Growing up, he never really wouldve thought he'd have someone..Let alone a partner, care for him like you do, and now after he's seen how you see him? Heh, he might as well have fallen for you all over again.

Sheeesh you got him feeling all mushy inside mc! youre gonna be the death of him, you're too cute you know that?

He's uncharacteristically careful, quiet even for a few moments, wide eyed as he observes the little strokes and splashes of color you added, whether it be the emerald green you carefully painted for his eyes, the lovely ginger locks you gingerly (heh) painted across the canvas, or even just his smile, not the smile that he put up with everyone but the smile that he puts with you.

Once he's done observing though, he'd smile, he'd smile real big at you, the type of smile that never failed to make your heart flutter

Thanks you by tackling you into a hug, peppering kisses all over your face despite your giggly protests

He definitely posts it on magicam bring all ooey-gooey

(yk those couple posts? Yeah)

heh, after all! he has such a lovely s/o and he absolutely wants to brag about it

If you hear ace gagging in the background ignore him smh (maidenless behaviour)

He has the painting in his room now, a silent reminder that you'll always be here for him, and he greatly appreciates it <3

"—Hey, (name)-san, thanks, alright? no really,- I-..I really appreciate this, kay? You made cay-cays heart melt y'know!! You're the most cutest sweetest s/o ever!!! Hehe!! I'll post this later but..For now, I'll reward you with my affection!!!"

☀︎︎KALIM AL-ASIM☀︎︎

You decided to give it to your sunshine of a boyfriend once you were both done with classes, casually showing him the portrait inside your locker wh- OH GOD IS HE CRYING??? KALIMM-

Bros literally SWOONING (rook who?)

HIS BEAUTIFUL, PRETTY, ELEGANT GORGEOUS, LOVE OF HIS LIFE, HIS OTHER HA- ok you get the point

HIS?!?! HIS S/O PAINTED HIM?!🥺🥺🥺🥺 BWKDJAJD (NAMEEEEE) HE LOVES YOU SO SO MUCH!!!

Literally squeels and scream like a little kid on christmas when you gave him the portrait, guy fell in love with you all over again please his hearts doing jumps and he feels all mushy and just <33 his,,, his pwetty s/o 👉👈 painted him🥺

Thanks you by giving you lots of kisses!!! literally smothers u in his affection and hugs the life out of you (FLOYD WH-)

He immediately hangs it on his bedroom wall, gushing about you to jamil (help him)

it definitely cheers him up in his bad days!!

Like he could be doing the most mundane things and randomly think about your portrait, and hes smiling all lovesick all over again

Seriously, at this point jamil's heavily considering into moving into a different dorm because all Kalim will talk about for the rest of the week or so is prefect this, prefect that, blegh dear sevens jamil is TIRED

But anyways, kalim loves it, and love you even mooreee!!! He also hosts a party in your honor (jamil stopped him from doing anything more grand)

(I love him so much omg)

"—AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH (NAMEE)!!! I LOVE IT!!! *SNIFF* YOU PAINTED ME SO WELL TOOOO!!!! I love love love you!!!! I'll make sure to hang this in my room hehe!! oh and by the way!! im hosting a party later for you!! eh? what do you mean its not necessary? Only the best for my dearest jewel!!!"

ꨄ︎MALLEUS DRACONIAꨄ︎

this man, oh my sevens where do I even start? He already praises the ground you walk on, so boy-oh-boy does this work wonders for him! (sebek crying in the background is normal)

You guys were at your normal hang outs, gazing at the stars as Malleus held you close, talking about whatever is on both of your minds when you realized the portrait you did for him!!

Literally mid way of you talking you stopped bc of that and just went like :O !!!

(Malleus found it ridiculously adorable, he wants to kiss u stupid rn)

Curious to what revelation you had just witnessed, he watched as you grab something from your bag carefully

"My my,? What's this child of man? Fufufu~ I was not aware you would be bold enough t—!!!"

His teasing remark was caught in his throat once he saw your bashful grin at the painting of what seems to be,,...him..?

You handed him the painting as he carefully examined it, the details of his features that you took great notice of, his eyes, his horns..

You cleared your throat and explained yourself when you saw noticed how quiet he was, cheeks flushed

Breaking him out of his reverie, he finally processed your explanation and flashed you the most sweetest, sincere smile that made your heart go crazy bc he was so cute rn oml

He quietly pulled you closer, engulfing you in the most gentle hug ever, treating you like fragile porcelain as he inhaled your scent, chuckling a response to your gracious gift

"—my my, child of- no, (name), for once you have me speechless...You truly are full of surprises arent you,? Well..Anyways, I sincerely thank you, dearest. Your affections have reached me and I hope you know I plan on returning them ten fold. I love you, (name)."

᯾JAMIL VIPER᯾

Its no secret that you and Jamil are busy people, after all he was the vice housewarden and you were a prefect

Regardless of your busy schedule, you would always reassure him that no matter how busy you two would get, you'd always be there for him, whether it be through sticky notes, or little cute texts to get him going, he would cherish them all, but..

all of that pailed in comparison to what you had just given him now

He stared at the painting you had given him in awe, wide eyed and cheek flushed as he stroked every detail of the piece, from his golden ornaments to his eyes..or the way his smile was painted, you never missed a single detail about him and..and..and god you were just so, so amazing

He's definitely quiet for a long time, but once he's out of his thoughts he immediately smiled, a small curve on his lips as his cheeks was painted with a lovely red, gazing at you with the most fondest look he's ever given.

Pulls you close to him as he mutters a quiet 'thank you', trailing kisses around your neck as he buries his flustered face in the crook of your neck, he loved you very much

He hung up the painting a little while after, admiring the little detail's you had painted on him.

"—ya hayati..Thank you..I really appreciate it," he mutters out, voice gentle as he trails a kiss on your forehead, chuckling at how flustered you were, too. "Love you.." He said, voice laced with fondness as he held you closer, feeling your warmth.

"-Say, (name), there's a feast later in Scarabia..Mind joining? I'll cook your favorite, alright?"

end notes: hi hi!! sorry this took so long nonnie </3 hope you like it!!! My favorite parts to write was definitely jamil lol! i think it showed but anyways, thanks for requesting!

[writingseaslugs]

Scarabia Romantic Headcanons

Not even gonna lie; writing these headcanons just makes me simp over characters I have never simped for. So hope you enjoy this! Kalim is a cutie, and Jamil is just yum.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. Beta read by Grammarly and it’s trying its best.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia (You're Here) | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Romantic Headcanons

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is going to be another one who doesn’t realize he likes you for a while. For him, however, it’s not for lack of knowledge in the subject. He loves all of his friends and acts overly familiar with everyone in general. He’s simply more of a slow-burn kinda guy, where it’s going to take a lot of these interactions before his heart begins to skip beats for you. It’s nothing against you; he just needs to be close to someone before being capable of forming a romantic attachment.

Once he does realize he’s fallen for you, he won’t be wasting any time. He’ll go ahead and let you know, probably asking Jamil to prepare a fancy dinner and then taking you on a carpet ride afterward in order to confess. It’ll be romantic, sure, but the hopeful look in his eyes is enough to melt even the coldest hearts. Kalim already knows this, so when you say yes, he’s just overjoyed, and you’ll have to tell him to start directing the carpet again because he will lose focus and start crashing.

At first, it’s almost like nothing changes once you two start going out. He was always grabbing your arms and hands anyway before he even knew he liked you. Inviting you out, getting you presents. It’s what he does for all his friends. So it’ll be a bit hard for you to determine if he was actually serious when he confessed when he doesn’t change a single thing about how he acts around you.

Bring it up to him, and he’s going to laugh before grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. “Is that all? Why didn’t you say anything sooner? Jamil said I shouldn’t overwhelm you at the start, but if that’s what you want.” Be prepared for daily dates. Even if it’s a short one in the cafeteria. Jamil will be cooking for the both of you at this point (since Kalim refuses to let you eat normal cafeteria food while he eats gourmet meals from Jamil. You two have to be matching in your foods).

He’s also going to be having you as the honored guest at every party he throws. Just be sure to remind him to tone it down if you don’t want to be riding out on an elephant to the party where everyone is staring at you. You thought it was a joke when Kalim first suggested it until Jamil cornered you later and informed you he was very serious and you should let him know that you wouldn’t appreciate such an entrance. Unless you do, then you do you.

He likes his time spent with you but expects to be around other people constantly. He’s too social to be in his room all day; near late afternoon, he will happily go back to his room with you, sitting down and just talking about the day. He could listen to your voice for hours, even if they’re the most mundane stories. Still, during the day, just expect to be dragged around campus and greet just about everyone he remotely knows.

You’re going to be bombarded with gifts whether you like them or not. Kalim wants his lover to be pampered with the best things life has to offer, after all. He’s been to Ramshackle, and it’s not hard for him to tell that you’ve been struggling financially, judging by how all the furniture is beaten up. At first, it’ll be accessories or even stuffed animals. Grim adores it because Kalim will throw in the fanciest tuna money can buy and stock a shelf in your fridge for you.

After a while, he’s going to realize you might need more practical stuff. Sure having gold jewelry looks nice, but when you live in a hovel, it’s hard to feel luxurious. So he’s going to slowly be buying furniture to replace the old stuff. You are more than welcome to tell Kalim to tone it down, not everyone is good with always receiving presents (especially expensive ones), but he’s going to insist you let him do this. You make him happy just by being around him, after all, so he wants you to feel comfortable.

Kalim has always been the type of guy to grab your hand out of nowhere and lock his fingers with yours, even before you had a relationship, and that won’t be stopping anytime soon. He doesn’t even realize it half the time when he’s doing cute couple things with you. He just wants to be as close to you as possible. Leaving you with kisses all over your face is another thing he is totally unashamed to do. Give him a quick kiss on the lips if you want him to stop. He’ll go red, then laugh, telling you how cute he thinks that is.

Lots of sleepovers. Kalim really does enjoy being near you, and since night is the only time it’s just you two (not even Jamil will bother), he cherishes it. So he’s going to insist you spend the night with him, even keeping pajamas and extra uniforms in your size in his closet for when you agree. You’ll be under the covers with him like two little kids, talking and laughing until you’re falling asleep. Kalim is also a cuddler and will move in his sleep until he’s wrapped around you in the most awkward ways. Don’t be surprised when you wake up and he accidentally has a knee jabbing into your back.

Jamil Viper

Your relationship with Jamil is going to be one of the rockiest starts, in all honesty. After the whole overblot incident, he wants nothing to do with you. He still sees you as the one who ruined his plans, and he doesn’t take that lightly. Never mind the fact that he’s just a little bit grateful to you and your friends after helping bring him back from that state. He’s still going to see you as a nuisance for a while.

Jamil will slowly start to warm up to you over time. It’s hard to avoid you when Kalim seems so attached and is always inviting you over for parties. Go out of your way every time and offer help for Jamil. He’ll be suspicious at first and don’t even think about helping with anything that has to do with food. He trusts you as far as he can throw you, but that applies to everyone. If you want to help clean up, he won’t mind. As long as things go back where they belong, you’re more than welcome to help him with the aftermath of parties.

The more you help, the more he’ll grow to like you. He is stressed beyond belief with everything he has to do. Taking care of the dorm and Kalim, basically running the basketball club, there’s a lot on his plate. He’s going to find himself making more and more time for you, though, and even making extra food for you to take home to your dorm as thanks for helping him out. It’s going to take some time before those feelings blossom, so patience is a virtue.

Once he does realize it, though, he finds himself more relaxed in your presence and seeking you out more and more. He’ll even offer assistance when it comes to school work, as long as you don’t yap to other people exactly why your grades have skyrocketed. Your relationship is going to develop gradually until it’s just at the point where you two are seen as dating. That’s when he’s going to ask if you want to go steady with him (yes, he might even state it just like that).

He’s a very attentive boyfriend; having been watching over someone his entire life, it’s not hard for him to tell you exactly what you’re needing. Returning the favor is always appreciated but not expected from him. He makes you something to eat for lunch, then maybe bring a home-cooked meal or something from the Mostro Lounge (if you can’t cook) for dinner. He helps you with some homework, and maybe you help tutor some of the Scarabia students later on with what he taught you. He will be thank you and possibly planning on marrying you if you help get rid of 90% of his workload.

Jamil will make time for you through his busy schedule. At first, Kalim is going to be interrupting often, not realizing Jamil has his own life, but if you just text Kalim informing him you’re on a date, he’ll suddenly leave you guys alone for the rest of the day. As long as there’s something he can eat in the kitchen that won’t poison him, he’s happy. On days when he’s swamped and can’t really spend much time with you, he gets annoyed very easily. Maybe come over and help him cook by cutting things up and handing them to him. Go shopping with him, and make his mundane chore fun by being with him.

He’s going to become just as protective over you as he is of Kalim. If he thinks something or someone is suspicious, he’ll be on high guard. Advising you to perhaps not interact with that jittery freshman with shifty eyes. It’s absolutely not jealousy. He has nothing to worry about in that regard; he’s just worried that maybe someone would do something to you, distracting him, so they can get to Kalim. It’s all totally reasonable.

Be prepared to have Kalim gushing over you. He’s happy that Jamil found someone to make him happy, which means you guys now have to be best friends. Dates with the three of you will be more common. Sometimes it might even feel like you have two boyfriends, but Jamil shuts down the idea when you joke around with just the two of you. Still, Jamil doesn’t mind going places with you and Kalim. It means he gets to watch over his two responsibilities at the same time and not have to worry about the other.

Ramshackle might become his new sanctuary. It’s dusty and gross, and the furniture smells like mildew, but there are no expectations for him. When things get too much, he might show up at your doorstep to relax a bit. He probably won’t be spending the night, too worried about Kalim burning the dorm down in that situation, but he’ll be there for a few hours. It’s also the time he can be more affectionate towards you. PDA isn’t something he partakes in at all. Even walking to class, he normally won’t hold your hand, deciding you two would stand out too much. In the safety of Ramshackle, though? No expectations. No onlookers. He can just be with you.

He’s going to love it if you partake in his hobbies. Do you want to learn to dance? Say no more; he’s going to show you the beginner moves and make sure you don’t get injured (just don’t practice without him, he’ll worry about you snapping your neck doing a headstand). Do you want to come to his basketball games and practice? He’s going to show off a little more than usual, but don’t voice it. He swears he’s just taking practice seriously, but Floyd and Ace will notice the difference and tease him. If you help him clean up after games and practice, expect him to steal you away and leave you breathless with kisses in the closet. He’s hyped up from that adrenaline and feeling on top of the world still.

[toreii]

Glorious Masquerade spoilers #18

Malleus continues on with his angry rampage as thunder and lightning flash all around the area. Grim notices his fur is popping with static. Deuce says his body feels paralyzed from the magical power emanating from Malleus. Riddle warns that taking one step close to Malleus will send them flying.

Malleus’s power continues to increase and grow. Trein shouts at him that if he keeps this up, he’ll cause the flowers to propagate. Yuu screams for Malleus to chill out. Unfortunately, he does not as the flowers get closer. Silver implores Malleus to stop as it is getting too dangerous.

Malleus bellows that the weeds and that man will regret taunting him. Malleus releases all of his pent up anger in one last display of explosive thunder as the boys scream. As the dust settles, Grim is coughing and spitting, saying that the dirt flew into his mouth. The dust is so thick, he can’t see. Riddle is beside himself. He asks everyone if they’re okay. Deuce says yes, somehow they are. However, he’s shocked when he sees Malleus. Jamil comments that the power was so explosive, Malleus had to have fallen victim to the Crimson Flowers.

Silver is in disbelief. Sebek screams that it’s all a lie. He cries for his young master.😢 Suddenly, Malleus asks them what is wrong. Sebek is shocked. Silver can’t believe he’s safe. Malleus tells them as they can see, he’s still standing. Grim is pissed. He calls Malleus a troublesome guy, mad that he just frightened them. Trein says that Malleus was covered in flowers just a moment ago. He then tells everyone to look around Malleus.

The boys take a look around and notice the Crimson Flower is withering. Trein sighs. He’s relieved Malleus is safe, but chastises him for losing himself in his outrage. Trein reminds Malleus that he’s always saying Night Raven College students are always calm and gentlemen.

However, Sebek interrupts Trein’s lecture, wailing that the young master is safe. If anything happened to Malleus, he wasn’t sure what to do. Silver adds that Malleus must never again let his anger put him in danger again. I had Yuu tell Malleus they were worried about him. Malleus says that when he saw them panicking, he began to calm down. Idia tells Malleus it was a lifetime’s worth of anger. Azul says that his life is still precious.

Trein asks Malleus how he made the flowers wither. Malleus vaguely has no idea. He simply released his magical power with all his might. Trein points out that the leaves of the Crimson Flower are not only wilted, but some have even turned yellow from discoloration. There’s no doubt, something caused damage to the flower.

Jamil chimes in saying that he’s seen a similar thing happen in his hometown in the Scalding Sands. He explains that the temperature difference is huge between day and night. If someone forgets to bring in their plants they left out during the day, the plants frost overnight. He wonders if the withering is the same as what happened to the flowers. Riddle comments it’s possible with Malleus. He asks how often did the frost wither the flowers. Malleus cannot recall. Silver is at a loss.

Epel speaks up. He might know the cause. Malleus is surprised to hear that. He asks Epel if he truly knows what caused the Crimson Flower to wither. Epel replies yes. He says that when he was at his parent’s house, there were seedlings of vegetables he planted that had withered the same. As Jamil mentioned, the symptoms look like the flowers were withered by frost. But, upon closer examination, it’s not frost that caused this. The reason the seedlings died was caused by fertilizer burn.

Grim asks about fertilizer burn. Epel explains that over fertilizing causes the roots to rot, wrinkles, and other abnormalities. The Crimson Flower is also rooted. He shows Malleus the roots of the flowers, and Malleus notices that they have turned black and crumbled. Epel says this is why he thinks the Crimson Flower withered. Rook praises Epel for his great knowledge. As a fellow Pomefiore student, he’s proud of him. Epel laughs. His family are farmers, so he’s had a lot of opportunities to work with plants. Trein says it’s due to his sharp observation from real experience. He tells Epel he did a good job.

Trein continues by saying that the Crimson Flower avidly absorbed Malleus’s enormous magical power. As a result, it overfed and self-destructed. Riggie comments that it’ll be easy to get rid of the flowers. If the great Malleus-sensei releases that grateful nonstandard magic of his, then all of the Crimson Flowers in the town will wither. Grim agrees. Malleus replies that it’s not possible. Ever since he got exposed to the flowers in the auditorium, Malleus’s has had a lot of magic drained out of him. Everyone is shocked.

Sebek asks Malleus if his body is okay. Malleus says it’s not a big deal, but it takes longer than usual to activate magic. Back when they fell into the waterway, he tried protecting Yuu who can’t use magic. But, as he thought, Malleus couldn’t use his magic, and float as normally. It will take time to recover. His power is not enough to get rid of the flowers in the city.

Idia says the plant was initially aiming for Malleus in the auditorium. Azul adds that because of Malleus, he’s still able to move. A normal magician would have been drained of magic long ago being swarmed by so many flowers. Silver asks if they can work together since they can’t rely on Malleus’s power at the moment. Idia is stunned. He asks Silver if he’s serious. He states that Malleus posses magical power equal to that of a 25 meter pool. Then, Idia mentions a plastic bottle, but changes his mind and says it’s more like a lid?? Anyways, what he’s getting at is that their strength is only half of what Malleus’s power is. Even if they were to all come together, it’d be just a waste of time. (Idia, what?😂 What a wild imagination, lol)

Malleus expects that much of himself, but thinks it’s too much of a stretch. Sebek begs to differ. Malleus’s power is tremendous. They have no enemies!! Ridfle mentions they’re not competing, but there is a point. Epel laments that their only option is to continue weeding. Jamil doesn’t want to. It was hard pulling out the flowers by hand. It’ll be hard to contain the Crimson Flower with manual labor if it spreads throughout the city. The flowers will feast on them in no time, and their magic will be drained. Epel asks what they should do then.

Deuce speaks up. He says it’ll be quite easy if they just burn the flowers without using magic. Ruggie stops him right then telling Deuce he’s seen the flowers all over the city. If they do that, not only will the fire spread throughout the flowers, but the whole City of Flowers will burn down. Deuce agrees with Ruggie. Silver suggests asking for help from NRC or other people from outside the city.

Trein says that while they worry like this, magic continues to be drained from the collapsed students. If they don’t hurry, the students will loss their magic forever. There’s no time to ask for help. The future of young people cannot be robbed. Ruggie says he doesn’t care what happens to Royal Sword Academy. Idia adds that they’re paying for someone’s mistakes. Shouldn’t they just go home instead?

Trein is angry. He calls them idiots, and tells them to think so that they can take a stand. Royal Sword Academy students sacrificed themselves so they would be safe. To abandon them so easily… TREIN STARTS CRYING!!! He’s like “Where did I go wrong in teaching? …I’ve been preaching the importance of civility every day…” THESE BOYS ARE SO RUTHLESS!

Grim is surprised to see Trein cry. Idia tells Ruggie to apologize. Ruggie reminds Idia it was him who said those awful things. (It was the two of you! Both of you take responsibility!) Rook reminds everyone that the Crimson Flowers have attacked many people depriving them of their magic. Even though it’s the City of Flowers, the flowers will soon spread outside the city. Silver adds that if that were to happen, their loved ones will not be safe.

Azul agrees. From the bottom of his heart, Azul also doesn’t care about the students from Royal Sword Academy. But, he can’t stand to be indebted anyone, no matter who they are. Idia says it’s true. It may be annoying to be saved by those sparkling normies. Deuce also agrees with Azul. He does not want to be indebted to those guys.

Azul says it would be unbearable later on if RSA tried to charge medical expenses from them claiming “I saved you!” He implores everyone to think carefully. This will be a great way to sell favors to a large amount of mages. (Omg, Azul’s scheming face is back!😆) It’s a chance! They can’t miss this opportunity. Idia says Azul’s bad habit has appeared. His “It’s okay to lose for the sake of gain” strange idea. Strange? How rude! Azul says the only time he can make a decision is when he can expect enough recovery. He considers it an investment. Riddle can’t help feel relived as he says Azul always goes beyond.

Malleus says he feels the same. He won’t give up here. He can’t be satisfied until he punches Rollo Flamme for plotting against him. Of course, Sebek says he’s right. They can’t leave the city until that guy hangs his head at Malleus’s feet and begs for forgiveness. Silver also wants Rollo-senpai to reflect on his actions. To do that, they need to think about how to save everyone.

I picked the first response for Yuu. They feel like they’re about to get caught up in this mess when it comes to “saving”. The other option had Yuu say “I can’t think of anything…” Anyways, Grim asks Yuu what is wrong upon hearing their response. Azul chuckles, asking Yuu if they noticed. It’s too difficult to think. In order to exterminate the Crimson Flower, they need to wither it by feeding it large amounts of magic. But, as mentioned before, their magic alone is not enough. In that case, they need to compensate with someone else.

Malleus points out that there are only a fee safe mages in the city. Not to mention, there aren’t many people who are equally powerful like they are. They would need to gather hundreds of people. Azul is surprised that Malleus still doesn’t know.

Idia steps in saying that he’s certain Malleus’s magical power is amazing. After all, magic is power. He asks Malleus if he’s some kind of meathead. Sebek snaps. He yells at Idia questioning if he’s making fun of Malleus. Idia says not at all, afraid of Sebek’s wrath. But, ordinarily, if they can’t do something on their own, why not use tools? Using tools to change the environment in order to overcome inconvenience is a sign of intelligent life form.

Malleus inquires about the tool. Idia explains there something in the city that spreads magic all over the place. Malleus realizes it’s the Bell of Salvation. Idia says he is correct. Idia asks Malleus if he remembers what Rollo said when they were attacked in the auditorium. “Magical power filled the city by the 4th bell ring…” Usually, the bell rings three times a day. Rollo supplied more power during the 4th ring, and made the flowers grow rapidly.

Silver finally understands. He recalls that the flowers suddenly appeared in the auditorium right after the bell rung. Which means, the bell has the power to make the flowers grow with one extra ring. Idia explains that letting the bell ring more times blankets the city with magic. What will happen to the flowers that were grown with care?

Malleus replies that the city will be charged with so much magic, the flowers will won’t be able to withstand it and cause them to wither. The bell that triggered their growth will be the one to wither them. So, it’s not about using their own power, but the magical tool to supply the necessary magical power. Malleus says it’s certainly not an option he normally considers because he almost never runs out of magic. Deuce mutters it’s something he wishes he could say once.😆

Malleus says they should go to the Bell of Salvation and ring it. Trein says no. He wants them to stay put. Everyone is like “What?!” But, Trein tells them that he will be the one to climb the tower at NBC, and ring the bell. It’s safer where they are than anywhere else since the Crimson Flower has already been exterminated. Everyone should wait there until the bell rings. Silver tells Trein not to overdo it. Sebek asks him what he means by that. Silver points out that Trein has been leaning forward for a while now, probably to protect his waist. He mentions his father also has the same posture when his back hurts.(I sometimes use Lilia for my GM Idia card, and I’ll see him bending backwards to relieve his back aches😭😭)

Ruggie is shocked to learn this. It couldn’t be from pulling the weeds!? Trein tries to deny such allegations. Epel asks Trein why he is lying. He should admit it honestly. Rook says that teachers also have their sense of pride. It’s only natural they don’t want the students to look weak. Riggie concludes it’s all about showing off. He tells Trein he shouldn’t do things that aren’t even worth a thaumark.

Trein continues, saying that the Bell of Salvation is at the top of the bell tower. The Crimson Flower is infested between here and there. It’ll be a dangerous path. Malleus speaks up telling Trein that if he climbs the stairs in the tower while in physical pain, it will take too long. He’ll be overwhelmed by the flowers in no time. Malleus says to leave it to them. Azul adds that they are not afraid of danger because they learned from their great teacher, Trein-sensei.(Awww🥹) Idia, on the other hand, is getting a bad feeling realizing they’re fixing to climb the bell tower as a group.😆

Anyways, Trein says it’s reminding him of the tale of the righteous judge, and the bell ringer. Trein is certain the righteous judge worried over the bell ringer who would face disaster. But, in the end, he believed in his beloved disciple, and sent him out. So, the city was saved. As a teacher, Trein wants to stop the boys. But, he will trust them like that great man.

Malleus tells Trein he will not let him regret believing in them. Sebek assures him it will be okay, because he will protect Malleus-sama! Ruggie asks Sebek if he could care about the safety of others rather than just Malleus. Silver apologizes for Sebek. He says that he will protect everyone. Jamil replies he doesn’t care. He knows they mean to protect themselves. That’s what’s best. Riddle asks if he plans to stay with Professor Trein. He doesn’t blame the others if they want to, either. Idia nervously offers to stay behind.😂 But, Ruggie chews him out saying he wasn’t referring to a fellow housewarden.

Trein says that after he sees them off, he will head into town to rescue fellow magicians. Epel can’t believe he’s going into town overrun by the Crimson Flower. That’s dangerous! Sebek asks Trein what if his back hurts? He should lie down and rest. Trein feels like he’s aged by 10 or 20 years.😭

Trein says not to worry. Even if they can’t make it up the stairs to the tower, they can lure the flowers and kill them. However, Azul is very worried for Trein knowing he’s going to save the magicians in the City of Flowers. Since Azul cares so much, Trein calls Yuu and Grim. Since Yuu has no magic, they’re not at risk of being attacked by flowers. Plus, Grim is nimble enough to avoid the flowers. Trein tells them both to come with him, and rescue the people in the town. Huh? Him? Grim smugly says he isn’t sure what to do. On the other hand, Yuu replies to leave it to them. Trein says that he’s sure everyone will be grateful to them. As for Grim…

Deuce cheekily asks Grim if it’s okay for Yuu to outshine him. If he saves the city with Professor Trein, he may just be praised as a hero like the gentle bell ringer. Isn’t that right, Yuu? Jokingly, I had Yuu respond by telling Grim he was so amazing! Grim exclaims excitedly. If they keep speaking the truth, he’ll get embarrassed. It can’t be helped. He’ll assist Professor Trein and his henchman.

Ruggie sighs. The Bell of Salvation or the City of Flowers? Like everyone else, he’ll aim for the bell tower. Riddle thinks that’s great, but asks why he chose that team. Instead of shields, the probability of surviving is high with a large group of people. Jamil comments that it is an answer that does not disappoint. Idia adds he can appreciate Ruggie’s kind of self-preservation. It’s a hassle to climb that long staircase again, but he had the same idea. It can’t be helped, so he’ll go with them.

Jamil agrees to go too. He adds that if one person retreats from here, who knows what someone will say later on. If they continued to be ridiculed by that shady guy (aka Rollo), their honor as NRC students will be affected.

Deuce says he’ll also join the group in ringing the bell. It’s not in his nature to continue to get beat up. Even for the others who also got hit, Deuce promises to return the favor. Epel adds that he’ll make them regret luring them in a trap. He’ll destroy every single Crimson Flower, and make Rollo Framme, who was laughing so arrogantly, teary eyed.

Riddle praises Deuce and Epel for their words. As Night Raven College students, they need to absolve the humiliation they received. With their hands, they will drop the gavel on Rollo Flamme. Rook agrees declaring they’ll ring the Bell of Salvation, and bring back the beautiful City of Flowers.

Trein tells the boys to listen carefully. Rollo used the bell to increase the number of flowers. He couldn’t have been unaware of the threat. Trein is certain he’s up at the top of the bell tower guarding the Bell of Salvation so it won’t be rung by anyone else. Rollo is a brilliant mage, so he warns them to be very, very careful.

Idia assures there’s no way he can lose to a nostalgic mage who clings to a relic flower from long ago that has been extinct. Azul says not to look down on them. Rather, Trein should be considering what to reward them with when they safely return. Malleus vows to stop that guy’s schemes. He chuckles, wondering what to do. Malleus looks forward to meeting Rollo again.

To be continued in episode 4!!💖

[sara-scribbles]

can u write a scene where jamil falls for kalims arranged marriage fiancé? maybe some drama ensues?

Scalding Heart

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Jamil Viper/GN!Reader Other Characters: Kalim Al-Asim Word Count: 4,524 Summary: Your warm gaze sets his heart on fire Note: Two fics in a day? I can't believe it either, but since this was finished I decided why not post it. Not sure if this has enough drama, but hope you like it anon! I may have run off with this request when I was working on it. It's very bitter-sweet, which I think fits. Warnings: Some spoilers for chapter 4

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You’re introduced to Kalim as his future fiancé. Though your family does not boast the same amount of wealth as the Al-Asim family, they hold trade agreements with a number of businesses outside the Scalding Sands, which would be beneficial for any family who happened to join yours.

Jamil’s first impression of you is nothing of note. You’re just another pawn to increase the wealth and power of both families. Though you are polite and courteous on the first introduction, it’s nothing new that he hasn’t seen. After all, you were probably coached by your family on how to behave in front of your future spouse. Lest you bring dishonor on your family, he’s sure things will play out as both families hope.

Though Kalim makes no rejection to the arranged marriage, the families decide you should spend as much time together as possible to help foster a positive relationship. Thus you are moved into the Al-Asim household as a long time guest. Which also means Jamil will be seeing you more often than not as he is Kalim’s ever loyal servant.

And within the month you are in the Al-Asim household, Jamil observes three traits of note. Unlike Kalim who is enthusiastic and outgoing, you are on the calmer side. You express your happiness and joys aloud, but they are muted compared to Kalim. You are able to put many at ease with your gentle smile, warm laugh, and kind words. Whereas Kalim acts first without thought, you thoughtfully act, ensuring you put everyone into consideration.

Perhaps your personality is a good match for Kalim. Within two months, you’ve already taught Kalim some form of control when it came to his whims. He listens to your advice, and half the time takes it to heart. He even turns to you for approval when wanting to do something suddenly. 

If Kalim is the sun, then you are the clouds that roll by to give people respite.

Yes, it seems you’ve already learned to train his rambunctious master. A feat Jamil can’t help but be impressed.

So it comes as no surprise when he realizes he has fallen for your charm after six months.

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Jamil is busy preparing afternoon tea for Kalim when you enter the kitchen. “Hello, Jamil!” you greet with a dazzling smile.

At first everyone was taken aback at your casual greeting, but eventually they all came to greet you in the same manner. You managed to gain the respect of all the servants in the Al-Asim household in such little time with no effort at all.

“Hello,” he returns the greeting, keeping his facial expressions polite but neutral. “Did you need something? I’m just finishing up with preparing afternoon tea, if you could wait a bit.”

You wave him off as you head over to the cupboards. “I actually want to bake something. I sometimes dabble in the kitchen, and since Kalim found out, he’s been asking me to make a treat.”

Jamil doesn’t even have time to stop you as you’re already pulling out a pan and cooking utensils. He quickly comes over just as you take out a suspicious bottle from your pockets. The beige grainy substance looks like a spice, but he can’t be too sure.

“Unfortunately, only I can prepare Kalim’s meals,” he tells you, picking up the bottle and inspecting it. “As you can imagine, poisoning isn’t something we take lightly here.”

Instead of being offended by the implication, you merely chuckle. “Yes, Kalim did mention that you taste tested all his foods. I still want to make something for him, so how about you watch me the entire time to make sure I’m not adding anything poisonous?”

He regards you carefully as you meet his narrowed gaze with honest eyes. “Fine. What is this?”

You take the bottle from him, and twist the cap off. “Cardamom. I know you probably have the spice here, but this is a special one as it comes from a certain region that my family does business with.” Placing the tip of your finger in the bottle, you gather a bit on your finger tip and pop it in your mouth. “See. Not poisoned!”

Offering the bottle to him, Jamil sniffs the contents, which smells much like cardamom. He also tastes it just to be safe. Seeming satisfied, he nods. “What do you plan to make?”

“Nariyal ladoo. Since Kalim likes coconut juice, I thought it would be appropriate to make something coconut flavored.” You wash your hands before rummaging through the fridge for milk.

Jamil knows of the fudge-like sweet though he’s never made it himself. It’s usually served during festival times. “What do you plan to use?”

“Beside the cardamom, there’s milk, sweetened condensed milk, shredded coconut, and ghee.” You dump all the ingredients on the counter. “This is a simplified recipe I’ve been perfecting.”

He watches your every move as you quickly and efficiently get to baking. You expertly measure and mix everything. The way you move around the kitchen shows your familiarity with working. In some ways it’s like he’s watching a performance with the way you mix, tap, churn, and roll. What is supposed to be keeping an eye out for poisoning turns into a keen interest in watching you work.

“What’s your favorite food, Jamil?” you ask, breaking him out of the trance.

Looking away, he suddenly feels warm. “Curry.”

You’re humming a nameless tune as you roll the dough into small balls before coating them in shredded coconut. “Any particular curry or do you just like all curry?”

“I don’t have a preference.” He watches as you place each finished ladoo on a nearby plate.

Once you finish, you hold the plate out to him. “Would you like to be the first one to taste it? Promise I won’t tell Kalim,” you say with a wink.

It is his job to taste anything Kalim eats, so he carefully picks one before popping it in his mouth. It melts in his mouth as it fills his senses with sweet coconut and the pronounced cardamom. The treat reminds him of when he was younger and would share store bought ladoo with his sister. However, yours are superior.

“That good, huh?” you ask, giving him a teasing smile.

Again he suddenly feels too warm. “It’s…not bad.”

You use magic to quickly clean up the kitchen before taking the rest of the ladoo. “I’m sure Kalim will enjoy them with the tea. I’ll see you out there, Jamil.”

Once you leave the kitchen, he goes back to preparing the tea. The taste of cardamom lingers on his tongue, and your smile lingers in his mind.

When he arrives with the tea, Kalim is already eating the ladoo with gusto. He sets down the tea and pours a cup for both of you. From the corner of his eye, he watches as you laugh at something Kalim had said. Once he sets the teapot down, he stands to the side as he waits for his next order.

“These are amazing, (y/n)!” Kalim quickly stuffs another in his mouth. “There bwetter than any I’ve ctasted before!” he praises.

“I’m glad you like them. It’s a special recipe I’ve been perfecting over the years.” Jamil watches as you take a graceful sip of the tea. “Jamil, why don’t you join us?”

He’s startled at your sudden attention. Your warm gaze is on him as you gesture at the vacant seat across from Kalim. “Yeah! Jamil, come try these!” Kalim agrees heartily.

Sighing, he takes a seat. “W-wait, you don’t hav-”

You wave him off as you pour him a cup of tea. “I’m not going to drop the teapot.” 

That isn’t what he meant. 

You’re precise in your pouring as you are in the kitchen. You set the teapot down and offer him the plate of ladoo. “After all, you supervised me in the kitchen, so you deserve a break too.”

He drinks the tea in silence as Kalim continues to praise your baking. You graciously accept the praise while looking a bit embarrassed. “You should bake more!”

“Well, I do have some other recipes I could try. As long as Jamil oversees my work, it should be fine, no?” Both you and Kalim turn to Jamil.

The dark haired youth sighs. “If I must.”

“Then it’s settled! I can’t wait to taste more of your baking!” Kalim exclaims.

That is how Jamil ends up supervising your baking every so often. Everytime you make anything, you ask Jamil to taste the finished product. Even when it becomes unnecessary as he deems that you are not a threat to Kalim, you continue to ask him to taste. You always give him a teasing smile saying you won’t tell Kalim that he got to try it first.

Perhaps his stomach does flip flops every time you smile at him in such a way. Maybe his heart feels a bit tighter when you laugh at Kalim’s jokes. And sometimes he feels his ears grow hot at your warm gaze.

You sprinkle each baking session with questions. You ask about his hobbies and interests. You chat about different cooking strategies as you learn about his talent for cooking. He even finds himself sharing recipes with you. He keeps his answers short and to the point. It’s better if he keeps himself at arms length from you. 

So even with your warm eyes and radiant smiles, he continues to offer a composed expression even as his heart thrums in his ears.

Your baking has drawn the attention of Kalim’s younger siblings. So your afternoon tea time with Kalim and Jamil turns into an affair of many small hands wanting a taste. You don’t seem to mind as you talk and play with them. You glow as you watch the younger ones enjoy each new pastry. For Kalim the more people the merrier even if everything devolves into chaos sometimes.

Jamil finds it hard to sit down and enjoy the tea, so he prefers to stand aside once more. With the many Al-Asim children rolling around, it’s easier to give them space. And perhaps he misses being able to sit down and have tea with you, but he does what a good servant must and stays out of the way.

Yet nothing can get past your watchful gaze. So while Kalim and his siblings are busy conversing, you offer Jamil a cup of tea and a pastry. You give him a smile each time before returning to the others. Though he isn’t one for sweets, he eats them.

It would be rude of him to waste your hard work.

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“Jamil!” You pop up suddenly, making him jump. He was busy cleaning up Kalim’s room and hadn’t expected you to drop by.

He finishes folding the clothes before turning to you. “What are you doing here? Are you looking for Kalim?”

“No, I was looking for you!” Grinning widely, you grab his hand and pull him out of the room. “I have something I need you to taste.”

“H-hold on!” He tries to keep up with your quick pace. Your hand is cool against his, he notes. They’re smooth with only a slight roughness. Hands that have not worked much. Compared to his calloused, rough hands, it’s like night and day.

You arrive in the kitchen where a pot is simmering on the stove. From the smell of familiar spices and the warmth, he already knows what it is. “You made curry…?”

Nodding, you’re already pouring a bowl. “Yup. I thought it would be something different from the usual sweets.”

He can’t help but tell you, “Kalim doesn’t like curry.” Your hard work is for not.

Setting the ladle down, you’re still smiling as you hold out the bowl. “Good thing I didn’t make this for Kalim.”

Jamil is at a loss for words. You offer the bowl, which he takes. He somehow finds a spoon in his daze. The scent of the curry fills his nose and reminds him of home. He takes a bite. The flavors burst on his tongue. It’s spicy with a hint of sweetness. It warms his entire body in an embrace.

You’re waiting patiently for his reaction. “This is…amazing…!” he says in awe. Each spoonful is heavenly and wrapped in flavor.

Seemingly flustered at his praise, you quickly busy yourself by grabbing a nearby plate filled with cookies. He hadn’t noticed them until now. Did you bake cookies as well as make the curry?

“I’m glad it gets your seal of approval. I should bring these out of Kalim.” You brush past him but stop at the door. “The curry is all for you Jamil,” you say before ducking out.

Jamil stares at the bowl of curry. He can’t believe you made this just for him. His heart flutters and his stomach twists. Your smile and warm gaze come unbidden to his mind.

He sets the bowl down as he realizes he’s in love with you.

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The invitation to Night Raven College comes at a good time. Jamil is ready to go before anyone can say anything else. It’ll be good to put some distance between you and his feelings, he decides. Plus he’s dreamed of going to NRC for a long time. This is his chance to stand outside of Kalim’s shadow.

So he leaves without much fanfare. The first two months without Kalim feel like a dream though he does find himself missing you. That dream is quickly interrupted by reality. Somehow Kalim enrolls into NRC despite never being offered; of course this was something the Al-Asim family did. Jamil can only bite his tongue as he knows he’s expected to take care of Kalim while he’s at NRC.

He can’t even be free at school.

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The first winter break, Jamil returns home with Kalim. Nothing changes except for the scenery. Even on his supposed school break, he has to work. You are noticeably absent from the Al-Asim household. He learns that while he was away, you had moved back home. He no longer sees you in the hallways or the kitchen. He doesn’t hear your bright laughter or see your charming smiles anymore.

You do drop by every now and then with your parents. While they converse about the wedding, you and Kalim spend time together without Jamil. The sudden change strikes Jamil in the heart, and he finds his resentment growing. He had almost forgotten that you’re arranged to marry someone else.

However one day during the break, you come over to the Al-Asim household while Kalim is away. Most likely he had decided on an impromptu carpet ride as he had no plans for the day. Jamil greets you when he hears you have arrived and are waiting in the sitting room.

“I’m sorry but Kalim is out.” He bows.

“No need to apologize, Jamil. I was supposed to go shopping with him, but I can always save it for another day…” You peer up at him as your eyes sparkle with an idea. “Unless you want to accompany me?”

He hesitates. It’s not like he has much work to do right now. But his heart still beats in his ears whenever he’s near you or thinks of you. It would be best to decline and have you return home. “I would love to.”

The pleased smile you give him sends his heart racing faster. 

The two of you wander the bazaar stalls. At first Jamil lingers a few steps behind you. However you continue to fall into step with him each time. Eventually you two walk side by side as you peruse.

“What do you think of this elephant toy?” you ask, holding up a stuffed elephant with tiny bells around its legs. It jingles softly as you shake it.

“It’s a popular toy these days,” he explains. Leaning closer, he whispers in your ear, “The stall at the end of the street sells it for cheaper and better quality.”

He notices you stiffen and hastily steps back. “R-right, l-let’s go there t-then.” You put the elephant back down and walk in the direction Jamil had indicated. He trails behind you wondering if he has made you uncomfortable.

You buy two of the dolls, wanting to give one to Kalim. “Najma mentioned she thought these were cute, so this one is for her.” You hand him the wrapped elephant in the small bag.

“Najma? She shouldn’t be requesting gifts from you.” He’s already planning to give his sister an earful when he gets home.

Shaking your head, you place a hand on his shoulder and give him a gentle squeeze. “She didn’t ask for one, Jamil. Anyways, this is a gift I want to give her. Please.”

He relaxes under your reassuring touch. “...Fine. Just don’t spoil her too much,” he warns.

Returning to shopping, you two continue to wander the stalls. You pass by many sellers calling out. “How about a beautiful necklace to match those lovely eyes?”

“I’m sure you’ll find some interest in our silks Or swords! We have many wonderfully designed weapons!”

“Good sir, can I interest you in some handcrafted rings? Perhaps a matching set for you and your companion? A promise ring perhaps?” a seller offers as he eagerly looks between you two.

Jamil balks at the seller’s suggestion. He quickly rushes past the stall

“Jamil?!” He stops at a nearby empty park and sits down on a bench. You manage to catch up as you lean down trying to catch your breath. “Y-you’re. R-really. F-fast!”

You settle down next to him. “Sorry…”

“Hmm? No need to apologize. Anyways, I needed a break.” Leaning back, you sigh. “This was nice.”

Having come back to his senses, he looks around. Somehow he had found his way to the park he and his sister used to play in. It’s empty at the moment save for the birds. “Have you been doing well?” he finally asks.

You nod. “More or less. I do miss you and Kalim though. Since you two got into NRC, it’s been lonely.”

The fact that you missed him makes his heart clench. “I missed your baking sessions. Also, I never did get to express how much I liked the curry you made.”

“I’m happy I could make something you like! It was a bit intimidating to cook for you. I was really nervous,” you confess.

“Why? You’re a good cook.” He meets your gaze that’s always filled with warmth.

“I’m more of a baker. Plus I’ve seen the dishes you make for Kalim. They’re simple but elegant. And the taste is on another level. Compared to you, I’m just an amateur.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not true at all. You’re skilled and if you work on it, you’ll probably be better than me. Perhaps I’ll be calling you master chef,” he teases.

You bite your lip as a smile forms on your face. “I hope I can cook more for you in the future, Jamil.”

“I’d like that.” You two sit in silence for a while before you decide it’s time to head back home. Jamil walks you home.

“So did you join any clubs at NRC?”

“I’m part of the break-dancing club.”

“You can dance, cook, and sing? What can’t you do?” you ask, lightly nudging him in the side with your elbow.

He pauses. “How did you know I sing?”

“Najma told me you used to sing to her when she was younger.” Grinning at him, observe him carefully. “Maybe someday I’ll get to hear you sing?”

He can feel his face grow hot. “N-not likely.”

“Aww, Jamil! Even if I make you curry again?”

“Yes, even if you made me curry,” he tells you with a straight face.

You continue to pout as you arrive at your home. It’s not as grand as the Al-Asim household, but it fits your personality, Jamil decides. Turning to him at the door, you continue to pout while giving him pleading eyes.

Before he can stop himself, he reaches out and pinches both your cheeks. “Don’t be so childish,” he lightly scolds, his dark eyes twinkling as you scrunch up your face.

“Owww!” He releases your cheeks, and you rub them gently while giving him your best scowl. “Rude!”

Chuckling, he gives you a bow. “Have a nice night.” Once you’re inside the house, he walks home swinging the gift bag with the elephant inside.

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The first year for Jamil ends without much trouble, though he feels even more annoyed with Kalim. Somehow the white haired boy has been named head of Scarabia. Jamil, of course, becomes the vice head. Though Kalim is empathetic and a hit with the Scarabia students, it is Jamil who ends up taking care of most of his duties as head.

It’s during their second year that Jamil hatches a plan. It’s something he’s been working on since the first year, and he’s decided to implement it now. It’s the perfect time he decides.

Or it was the perfect time until you suddenly appeared.

Kalim is the first to run over to you. Pulling you into a hug, he swings you around. Your laughter echoes in the dorm. “Why didn’t you tell me you were joining NRC, (y/n)?!”

Once he sets you down, you explain, “I wanted it to be a surprise. I spent the whole year studying. I’m glad I was able to make it!”

Kalim’s already pulling you by the arm. “I’ll show you around!”

You can only give Jamil a quick wave before being whisked away. A heavy feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. He ignores the feeling, deciding he can just figure a way to keep you out of his plans.

And just like Kalim, you become quite popular with the Scarabia students. You even seem to make a few friends with the other dorm. You bake for the dorm whenever you can, which all the students look forward to. The whispers in the dorm don’t go unnoticed by Jamil. The students gossip among themselves about how you are Kalim’s fiancé, and how it makes sense as you two are a good couple.

Jamil forces himself to ignore them as he works. You spend a lot of time studying, trying to catch up on what you missed. You don’t have much time for him or Kalim once midterms come around. However, he’s confident you’ll do well.

“That was rather difficult,” you muse aloud as you walk with Jamil back to the dorm. “I think I did well enough. How about you, Jamil?”

“I think I did okay,” he answers, his mind distracted.

There’s silence for a moment, before you speak up. “You’re very smart Jamil even though you don’t seem to be applying yourself fully.”

He keeps his facade even though he’s a bit panicked. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You start ticking off points on your fingers. “You do average in all classes. There’s nothing exceptional about your scores. Yet, I feel like you’re holding yourself back. But I assume you have your reasons.” You give him a pat on the arm before stepping through the mirror to the dorm.

Jamil isn’t sure how to respond. Besides a few other students, most didn’t notice him. Yet, you have been at the school for only a few months, and you seem to already figure something out about him. Perhaps it’s because you spent so much time back home. Though he’s grateful you’re not going to pry.

He’s already formed a plan on how to get you to leave for winter break. Knowing you, you would choose to stay if Kalim stays. He doesn’t want you around when he starts his plan.

You return home due to a letter sent by your family. Your parents are feeling unwell, so you decide to go see them. You’re too worried to even wonder why the entire Scarabia dorm is staying behind for winter break.

However, Jamil didn’t expect you to return once you made sure everything was fine at home. He sees your surprised face before everything fades away.

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Jamil awakens to the infirmary. He tries his best to remember what had happened, but his memories are hazy. His entire body aches but besides that, everything else is fine. Kalim is the first to greet him. His red eyes are filled with tears as he worries over him.

He can’t understand why Kalim would care after everything he did to him. And perhaps that’s what hurts the most. Kalim is willing to forget and forgive despite being brainwashed. Yet, Jamil can’t.

So once Kalim leaves the infirmary, he doesn’t expect you to come in right after. You’re hesitant as you walk over to him. Your usual warm gaze is filled with concern and something else. You take a seat in the chair by his bedside.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“My body hurts,” he confesses. 

You chuckle though you look tired. “I can imagine being hit with multiple spells would do that to you.”

He can’t look at you. “I’m sorry…”

“I know.” You’re quiet before speaking again. “Kalim told me what you said…and I kind of understand. But I’d like to hear your reason for not wanting to start over if you don’t mind.”

Jamil sighs. “I can’t just pretend none of this happened because once I go back home, things will be the same. My relationship will always be that of a servant to Kalim. And how can I just pretend all these years of resentment don’t exist? I can’t forget and I won’t.”

“I see… You have a lot you need to work out, and I hope you do get the peace of mind you deserve.” You give him a small smile, your gaze warm once more. “In other news, Kalim called off the engagement.”

“What?!” He almost sits up but falls back when his body protests.

You find interest in your hands. “Kalim said he felt that we’re more like siblings, and he doesn’t want me to be unhappy. I know our families will protest, but we both agreed it’s for the best.”

His mind swirls with questions. Did Kalim break off the engagement because he knew? Why did you agree? As these questions run through his mind, your touch on his hand brings him back to reality.

“I’ll admit this, I like you Jamil. But I don’t want to pursue this right now. You need time to heal and figure out some things. And I have some things I need to discuss with my family about my future, so I think this would be for the best,” you continue.

His heart aches at your words, but you’re right. Pursuing a relationship with you wouldn’t help him. He needs time to himself. Kalim needs time. You need time.

You give his hand a squeeze. “Who knows, maybe someday…”

Maybe when his wounds have healed and he’s at peace with himself, you’ll still be waiting for him. And even if you’re not, Jamil is glad to say you're burned in his heart.

[ira-hydrangea]

Since Orochi's power is to be able to manipulate humans and make them his puppets, imagine that Jamil, who has a power similar to him, use his powers on Kalim and make sure that Orochi take the blame.

Imagine that during the Scarabia arc, Sushi and Sashimi noticed how Kalim and Y/n are behaving strangely, like they were manipulated. They conclude that it's must be the work of only one person: Orochi.

I think Jamil didn't planned that a war between 2 food souls and a fallen angel and his puppets would take place in the dorm.

Jamil: Hey! Stop fighting! You will destroy the dorm!

Sushi: This traitor used his wicked powers on master attendant!

Orochi: I did not. How can't you see that it wasn't my doing?

Sashimi: So why master attendant was acting like she was manipulated!

Y/n: Sushi! Sashimi! Stop right now! Orochi is right. He didn't used his powers on me.

Sushi: But-

Kalim: Sorry, it must be my fault.

All: What?!

Kalim: I don't feel really well recently. I think Y/n caught my sickness. I'm sorry! I swear that I'll pay you the best doctors to cure you too!

*The food souls and Orochi look at Kalim with a judgmental look in their eyes*

Orochi: This man is more stupid and limited than I thought... Prajna.

Prajna: Yes Master?

Orochi*whispers*: Keep an eye on Y/n, and on this servant. His snake eyes hide something.

Prajna: Yes Master!

Now Jamil see puppet children everywhere he goes. Hopefully, no more people will get between his plans. Right?

Hoho~ It has been so long since I write a  story. More than 3 weeks? Let me test my skill with this one 😉.

Unexpected Outcome.

This is not something Jamil has in mind. That puppet is very annoying. If he knew this will only get in the way of his plan then he would wait a little bit more before doing something to Y/n. 

He knows your worth. With that so many food souls, he already predicted that at least one of them have the same ability as him but he didn’t think that Fallen angels will have it too.

“Tsk.”

He cannot do as he pleases now. That Orochi already sent his puppet to monitor him very closely. Sure he can still manipulate Kalim because he needs to tend to Kalim almost every day but Y/n is another matter.

Jamil looks at Y/n that talking with her food souls before his eyes glint with greed. He needs to evaluate his plan and change it. Y/n is still a valuable piece he needs. Especially with their power. If he manages to find a way to manipulate Y/n then the other familiars will be no problem. 

Just as Jamil smirk, his eyes accidentally meet with Orochi's cold eyes. They look at each other before Orochi moves his mouth. Jamil's eyes harden at this but he simply flicks his hair and leaves.

In the hallways, Jamil's eyes are cold. Remember what Orochi told him to make his blood boil. He proves it to him. He proved it to them. That he is worthy. Much more worthy than anyone. He smirks at this before a voice calls out for him.

“Jamil!” He looks behind to find you jogging towards him.

“Is something wrong, prefect?” He asks with his perfect acting.

“Is something troubling you lately?”

“Why did you ask that?”

“I thought I saw you grinding your teeth when looking at Orochi. Are you guys in the fight or something?” Y/n asks worriedly.

Jamil thinks about what answer he should give until an idea forms in his head. With a sad smile, he looks at Y/n and sighs.

“As expected. We indeed have a little dispute over something...”

“...Did you want to talk about this?”

“I would love to but...” Jamil look in a certain direction and make sure Y/n got his signal and just as that Y/n fell for his trick.

“Come with me. I know a safe place.”

When the prey willingly offers themselves to the predator. Who would reject it? Jamil's eyes turn malicious after knowing his plan is working perfectly.

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Prajna eyes lifeless eyes look in the direction of his master attendant with a very troubling eye. He cannot go against Orochi's order but at the same time, Master Attendant told him to go back to Orochi. Now he is faced with so many dilemmas. Thankfully, Orochi walked behind Prajna.

“As expected of that slimy snake. He would find a new way to use Master Attendant.” Orochi glare at the hallways where Jamil and his Master Attendant disappear.

“What should we do next, Master Orochi?”

“We cannot tell the other food sould because that foolish food still think badly about me so we can only use another slimy animal to handle that snake.”

“???”

“As much as I hate to do this but we need a help from that slimy octopus and eels.” Orochi furrowed his eyebrow. Clearly againts his own idea but at the same times, it the only ways left.

“...”

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Leona: You have a nice shower room. *got out of the shower wearing MC's bathrobe*

MC: *reading a book while sitting on the couch* Great. Now go back to your own dorm.

Leona: I intend to stay here for a while. *goes to snuggle up against them*

MC: *raises an eyebrow* Why?

Leona: Can't I just be with you without any reason?

MC: ...

MC: You're being suspicious.

Leona: *yawns* I'll take some nap.

MC: Leona.

Leona: *has already fallen asleep*

MC: ...

MC: At least wear something. You're still naked, you idiot.

Jamil: MC-senpai? *walks into their room* Professor Trein was looking for yo—

Jamil: ...

Jamil: *MC and Leona look intimate to him*

Jamil: I didn't mean to disturb you. Please excuse me. *immediately leaves before MC could explain*

MC: ...

MC: *sigh*

Leona: *has a firm grip around them*

MC: Why did I even have this guy as a husband?

Leona: *his ears twitching*

MC: ...

MC: *tries petting him*

Leona: *lets out a growl*

MC: Then don't. *putting their hand down*

Ruggie: Huh? So you're saying the two are actually sweet to each other?

Jamil: Yes. I've seen it with my own two eyes.

Kalim: Maybe they just need some opportunity to be alone together!

Ace: Er... I don't know. Didn't MC-senpai mention that they're asexual?

Ruggie: Yeah? Your point?

Ace: Do you really think they would be romantically attracted to Leona-senpai?

Kalim, Jamil, and Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: Damn. You've got a point there, Ace.

Kalim: But they're married. So there's still a chance, right?

Jamil: What would they love about him? His personality?

Ruggie, Jamil, Kalim, and Ace: *sigh*

[sourame]

I Saw request was open 🥺✨ can I have reader as yae miko from genshin impact X dorm leader and vice dorm Twisted wonderland

yes, yes you can lol

i rlly hope this is up to your liking , because I honesty havent written crossovers

yae miko x dorm and vice dorm leaders !

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

- a mysterious woman, but he loves her nonetheless.

- at first sight, riddle wasnt really fond of her. he thought she was just another who'd tease him. it didnt turn out that way, however.

- yae finds riddle adorable, especially when he shows a strong emotion of any sort.

- they aren't so different, and thats how riddle learned to fall in love with her.

"You are a strange woman, but that is why I have fallen for you. I do hope you return these feelings."

TREY CLOVER

- Hes always doing his best to treat her well. Really well.

- He'll do her hair often, and he's surprisingly good at it.

- Yae appreciates his small gestures, no matter what it is.

- They're pretty cool with each other, and cheek kisses are given often.

“You're gorgeous. I love you, and that will never change.”

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

-Yae knows he loves her, and leona knows it too.

- He denies his feelings, but it's painfully obvious he loves her.

- He'll kiss her in private, or in a room with not a lot of people

- As time goes on, he'll accept it. That he has feelings for her.

- They'll take walks in the Botanical Garden often, almost every day.

- His favorite place to nap is on her lap. It's comfortable for him , and Yae strokes his hair while he sleeps.

“Stay by my side, okay? You're the most important thing in my life.”

RUGGIE BUCCHI

- yae is an actual goddess in his eyes.

- everyday, she gets compliments from him. an occasional "you look beautiful today" from time to time.

- yae can't help but giggle when ruggie acts romantic. he'll get on one knee and kiss her hand.

- he is definitely into PDA with her. he'll kiss her in public, no shame. it's his way of saying "THIS IS MY LOVER, SHES BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HER"

“Im so lucky to date ya. We're gonna be here for each other, right?"

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

- even azul had to admit, she is the embodiment of grace.

- azul would but jewels for her, as a gift of affection.

- their kisses are soft, but deep at the same time.

- drinks? on the house. slightly uncomfortable? everyone in the monstro lounge is attending to it.

“I would give the world if it means I get to stand by your side. Your love means everything to me.”

JADE LEECH

- they are basically the same, so naturally they get along.

- jade would casually send her letters about how much she adores everything about her. her voice, her gentle gaze, not a single thing was left out.

- yae is one of the only people jade goes to for advice. he has his full trust in her.

“My heart only beats for you. Please continue to love me as much as I love you.”

KALIM AL ASIM

- a king and a queen, nothing could be better.

- of course, festivals and parades are thrown in yaes honor.

- jewels! diamonds! treasures! all for her.

- kalim has their whole life planned out, he loves her that much. he wants to get married to her.

- kalim is always inviting her out. every event. if kalim is out, yue is there too.

- yues shows her affection by giving him pats on the head or small kisses.

“ Let's go out together! I wanna show you how much you mean to me!”

JAMIL VIPER

- yue and jamils relationship is more casual, but they're still lovers.

- jamil takes her out on dinner dates often, or they hang out in a quiet place.

- jamil gets protective often, considering her beauty. if someone even glances at her in public, he has his hand gripped tightly on her waist.

“You’re precious to me. Dont forget that, okay?”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

- two beings of beauty, those two are a godly couple.

- makeup sessions happen on a regular basis .

- dates consist of really fancy dinner dates, or strolls in a park or something like that .

- vil kisses her hands , and usually is rewarded with a kiss back or a chuckle from her.

“The only one worthy to be at my side. your beauty compares to no other.”

ROOK HUNT

- beauty, grace and everything he’s ever wanted.

- honestly his ideal partner

- admires everything about her, especially the mysterious yet graceful part of them.

- he gives gifts almost everyday. they’re mostly flowers that she can put in their hair.

“My heart sings for you, my love. Us becoming lovers is truly a gift that I have been blessed with!”

IDIA SHROUD

- lowkey intimidates him, but in the good way??

- she gets treated like absolute royalty. idia would do anything for her.

- hes also a gift giver, they’re mostly sweets they can enjoy together.

- he’s a little clingy tbh, and always holds her hand or waist in public.

“Ah.. I can’t believe I ended up with someone so.. beautiful. I must be lucky, huh?”

( apologies for no ortho- im aware he’s canonly 16, but since he gives me “child vibes”, ill skip him for now. im sorry ! )

MALLEUS DRACONIA

- he’s such a gentleman.

- he gives hand kisses and soft kisses on the cheek often.

- he buys jewelry or other small gifts for her.

- once again, a little protective. keeps his hand on her waist when in public.

“You were meant to be mine, and I am glad we can enjoy our time together as lovers.”

LILIA VANROUGE

- basically on the same level. with the mindset and all.

- lilia will casually just come from the ceiling and kiss her.

- he plays with her hair often during cuddle sessions, maybe styling it a little bit.

- whenever lilia gives flowers, theres some kinda meaning behind them. 

“The way we were able to meet like this astonishes me. Lets stay together.”

[vanadeyeira]

Thank you to @curatoroffiction for the original idea!! I'd like to couple it with something I did as a child as well ^^ I would seemingly wake up out of a deep sleep and answer questions, but always fell back asleep moments later! If I was ever awake at all, at least.. 😅 I never remembered the situation so I don't know. Anywho~ here ya go!

Word Count- 1,017

Fandom- Twisted Wonderland

Characters Involved- Yuu - Ace - Deuce - Kalim - Jamil - Trey - Cater - Riddle - Leona - Idia - Ruggie - Jack - Epel - Azul - Jade - Floyd

Trigger Warnings- Mentions of murder, social interaction (Terrifying I know, but you can do it get that game Idia couldn't!), cussing- like a lot of fucking cussing..

Key- Narrator | thoughts | AN

Hello all, and welcome to Ramshackle; A dorm in which memories are made! If we look to our left, just into the commons, we see two idiots begging our Prefect. Poor Prefect.. let's take a closer look shall we?

"This dorm isn't ready for a damn sleep over" Yuu grumbled as Ace and Deuce kept begging "Just a small one?? We'll feed Grim for a week!" Yuu just looks at the boys as if to say, you fools know it's going to take a lot more than that, "2 months?" No response "..3 no 5! Months! And you get the couch!" "No shit I get the couch" Yuu proclaims, "Is that a yes?" Ace and Deuce ask simultaneously with so much hope welling up in their big puppy dog eyes "... Fiinee! But you have to help me make the fort before everyone gets here.." It was hard not to chuckle at the parade of cheers coming from behind Yuu as the climbed the stairs in search of blankets.

"YUU! I'M GOING TO GET SOME BLANKETS FROM OUR DORM!" "Ok ok, geez Deuce I know your excited but you don't need to scream" Yuu chuckled at the excited idiots before continuing their search.

On their way into their dormitory Ace realized "Wait, dude.. who are we going to invite??" "Invite to what?" Kalim asked excitedly "We are having a sleep over at Ramshackle!" Deuce stated with just as much excitement! "Leave that to me! I'm great at inviting people to parties!" "Awesome!" So the two continued on their way to get blankets and inflatable matrices.

Our duo managed to rope Cater, Trey, and Riddle into the fun as they made their way back to Ramshackle with as many blankets and pillows as four could carry, leaving Trey no choice but to carry two blow up matrices.

*Knock Knock knock* (Because who the fuck only knocks twice?? You weirdo get off my porch.. ok carry on 😅) Yuu opens the door to see five sets of eyes greeting them "Hello Heartslabyul, come on in!" Yuu greets curtly before turning their attention back to a semi started blanket fort. Everyone enters and begins setting up the rest of the supplies, no instruction needed thankfully. Around an hour later the group hears another knock at the door "I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS WAS GOING TO BE A SMALL SLUMBER PARTY!" "'Bout that.." Ace rubs the back of his neck sheepishly "-we may have left the invitations up to Kalim and Jamil." "May hav-" before Yuu could finish their sentence, there was another knock at the door "Coming!" Yuu said with fake cheer while glaring at Ace and Deuce. As the door to Ramshackle opened with eerie creeks Yuu welcomed everyone in with a hello and the guests name "Hello Ruggie, Jack, Leona, Epel, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Idia, wait Idia? Whatever- Hello Kalim, Jamil. Is that the last of you?" "Yes, I'm sorry Prefect I couldn't stop him" Jamil apologizes genuinely. "No worries, as least we have enough room!"

After Yuu ran for the couch, leaving just enough space for someone to sit by their feet, everyone else got comfortable in the blanket fort with an array of snacks, and a Prefect's desperate hope not to attract mice. With hours of games growing old, our not so little party has decided to tell scary stories! What's this? Our Prefect has fallen asleep? How sweet~ Let's see what unfolds!

"It all started late one summers evening-" "Oi Herbivore! Stop kicking me!" Leona interrupted before grabbing Yuu's feet and holding them still on his lap. Sleepily, "I'm an Omnivore.." Yuu mumbled trying to roll over, finding themselves stuck they let out an annoyed groan before quieting back down. "AS I WAS SAYING. It all started late one summers evening" Ruggie paused, insuring we wouldn't get interrupted again "when a group of-" "I'll kill you.." Yuu mumbled in their sleep "For fuck's sake.." Ruggie exclaimed knowing everyone's focus was now on the sleeping Prefect "Ex.. Excuse me?" Azul managed to question. Yuu sat up with a start, still sleeping and stared at Azul. Then turned their gaze upward, seemingly looking at nothing "Hey there he is!" Yuu stated seemingly pleased with themself "You can't escape me.." their grin and flowery tone turned sinister by the following sentence. Only to fall back to the couch and continue sleeping peacefully, an equally as terrifying sight. The room went silent for what felt like hours, but just a few moments after Riddle began "Who Prefect? Who won't escape you?" There seemed to be a chorus of shut ups following his question, clearly the others didn't want to know, Floyd however.. "Oh shrimpy! You're so silly!" "You won't escape me.." Yuu appeared to be staring straight at Floyd as they restated their previous sleep induced threat. All of that cheer and carelessness slipping away little by little as he desperately tried to figure out what was happening. "Should we wake them up?" "You're not supposed to wake someone up when they're sleep talking bro!" Ace exclaimed, much to Riddle's disappointment "Walking.. That's sleepwalking" "Or running!" Yuu cheered, bolting towards the stairs "Oh no you don't!" Leona quickly caught them by the waist almost toppling over with the sheer momentum of the Prefects dash. "Damn Grim what are you feeding this thing steroids?" Leona let out startling Yuu awake "Hey what's happening? You guys promised me the couch!" "Yeah until you tried to bolt up the damn stairs!" Ace and Deuce said in unison "What? Nuh uh!" Preftect exclaimed only to receive a sympathy of "Yes you did!" amung alternatives. "And you threatened poor Floyd!~" Jade announced, understanding the situation fully. "Now why would I do something like that?" Yuu asked "I don't know!" Floyd said defensively "But Shrimpy's mean!" That seemed to be the edge everyone needed to calm back down "Hey where's Idia?" Kalim asked "He left an hour in, something about 'a new video game wasn't worth this much interaction' or something like that" Riddle replied very matter-of-factly. "Are we just going to ignore what happened..?" Epel asked throughly lost "Yes, that being said I didn't promise you shit!" Leona quickly jumped back onto the couch taking up the whole thing. "What about my story.." poor Ruggie couldn't be heard over the laughter..

What an eventful night! I hope you enjoyed the sleep over! Come again for more fun in Ramshackle, and farewell for now my little demons~

Hope ya liked it! Feel free to comment if you want to hear Ruggies story!

[sandbees]

about the prank au. have you ever seen the April prank from teen wolf where stiles and Scott trigger their coach finstock the night before school. They basically put a box on his desk and when he pick it up everything in the room falls down (shelves everything) only to sit down thinking everything is uclear, next thing he know is the chair breaks and him screaming. there is a clip on YouTube from that episode scene.

Now imagine yuu doing this to crowley as payback. Another prank imagine like the last post moving everything 2 cm in octaville or changing all shoes to crocs in pomefiore.

I haven’t seen Teen Wolf, but the concept is interesting. 👀

Just imagine that Yuu somehow manage that would be the best prank they would have ever done. And to pull it on Crowley would be all the more satisfying.

They have it rigged up, and then set a camera and wait. After school, they have Grim get the camera and when he does, they watch and laugh as Crowley looks at all the fallen things; then sitting on his chair. And then he screams as he falls with it.

The best part? He never suspects them. I mean, who would suspect a small cat and a magicless perfect? Surely it must be one of those rowdy students from one of the dorms!

And yes, Yuu would probably go the extra mile to prank every single dorm. All the roses in Heartslybul are pink instead of white or red, the shoes in Pomfiore are replaced with crocs, every piece of furniture in Mostro Lounge and public areas of Octavinelle are moved by 2-3 inches. Jamil wants to die as every single door in Scarabia have buckets of sparkles over them.

For some reason, Savannaclaw’s pool is dyed yellow and the field where they play Magishift has the words “RSA IS BETTER” written on it. Idia sighs as he hears loud screaming from the speakers and his dorm mates screaming too. Diasomnia seems to be unscathed, however when Sebek starts yelling early in the morning about, “Who dare put thAT ON WAKA-SAMA’D BACK?!”, the students realize that someone put “kick me” signs on the back of their clothes.

No one would suspect of Yuu doing this just because of the sheer amount of time, money, and effort someone would have to put in this and Yuu is...magicless and also sort of broke. Yuu knows that, but to make sure, they dump themselves in water. They then proceed to tell everyone that someone put a water bucket over the dorm’s entrance and they couldn’t be bothered to go back inside to fix themselves up.

So, no one still knows who did the school wide prank, but people have their bets.