⭐️To See the Stars in Your Eyes ⭐️
Disclaimer: I don’t own Twisted Wonderland, Disney, or any references that are from Disney films.
(A/N Hoping to manifest my baby’s birthday card with this 🥺)
Scenario: Reader takes Jamil somewhere special for his birthday
You were determined to make Jamil’s birthday special. You wanted to make him light up the same he did when he danced. You wanted to see that genuine smile on his face. That soft breathtaking smile—Okay, okay you had to focus if you wanted to get anything done for Jamil.
Once you had forced yourself out of your daydreams of Jamil, you put together a plan. It took days of research and field work, but it was worth it. Your plan was finally coming to fruition today.
As a lover of celebrations, it was no surprise that Kalim threw a party in Jamil’s name for his special day. While Jamil did enjoy the attention he received (even if he didn’t want to admit it), parties weren’t really his thing. Having to micromanage huge scale parties all his life made him lose a bit of his excitement for parties. The novelty of it had waned off. What he had really wanted was a moment of peace. But, the day was practically over, so what else was he to do? His birthday celebration had come to an end and it was time to go back to the humdrum of life…or so he thought.
One moment Jamil was walking back to his room to rest for tomorrow and the next, he was being dragged by the Ramshackle perfect through the mirror portal, claiming that they had a surprise for him.
The two of you ran through the hallways of Night Raven College. You passed through the lecture hall, the cafeteria, and the classrooms. You had zipped through the courtyards and soon, were out the main gates of the school.
Having enough of this confusion, Jamil demands, “Where exactly are you taking me?!”
Instead of a proper response, Jamil hears a “Do you trust me?” Those were words he had often heard from Kalim. Words that had always promised crazy shenanigans from the wealthy heir. But, he had no reference point of what those words meant coming from you. You were good to him, but he hadn’t known you for that long.
“Do you trust me?” you ask again. Jamil had always wondered if such words should really be directed at him. Somehow it had always felt like those words were for someone else, someone not like him. Perhaps, a princess or some sort of noble. But, both you and Kalim had never cared for such things. In fact, if he were so bold to claim, he would say that you always treated him like royalty. You were always complimenting him, giving him small random gifts, and offering help him whenever you could. Maybe, it was a ploy, but he couldn’t help wanting to believe it was real. To trust you was something he wanted to do.
So, softly and shyly, he finally says, “Yes.”
You beam at his words and now, Jamil finds himself in the wildest taxi ride he’s ever been on. No wonder, you only paid this “Mr.Tod” 2 madols for the ride! The toad-man could not drive to save his life.
There were crazy turns and he almost hit a house! When the taxi went downhill, the three of you were flying up in the air for a good minute or so. Somehow he had felt more safe being a thousand of miles up in the air on the magic carpet than with Mr. Tod driving this vehicle.
By the time you two had arrived at your “destination”, Jamil suddenly found himself empathizing with Azul's fear of flying in their PE lessons. But, you had simply smiled and thanked Mr.Tod for the ride. “You can always count me, kiddos!” the toad-man cheerily said before driving off to who knows where.
One thing Jamil could credit Mr. Tod for was his speed in driving. He hadn’t realized it then, but Mr.Tod had managed to get you two down the mountains and into the center of the town in less than 5 minutes. (Though, Jamil had an inkling that man had had to have broken a couple of driving rules with his speed.)
There before you two was the lighthouse of the town. Jamil had only passed by it in his 2 years on this island, but looking at it now, Jamil could see why the lighthouse was the town’s pride and joy. It was a beautiful tall pillar of light that looked over the town and its river systems.
“Want to look inside? The town chief lent me the keys,” you asked him, jingling the keys in front of him. Jamil had always known that the townspeople were generous, but he didn’t realize that they were THAT generous. Perhaps, a certain crow fae could take a page from their book.
But, he was curious about what was inside, so he allowed you to lead him in.
The end of the spiral stairway brought you two to a single wooden floor room. In its center was the light of the town. A large window at the end of the room gave a bird’s eye view of the whole town. It was late when Jamil’s party had ended, so by now warm rays of the sunset were pouring in from the window. It was a sight to see. Jamil could see the small houses from below, its people getting ready for the night, and the vast blue of sea that surrounded the island. But ahead, Jamil could see the towers of RSA. He hated that school, but its buildings were nice enough to not be an eyesore.
He had a view of something like this back in the Asim Mansion, but this was different here. This wasn’t his home. He wasn’t known as a servant here, but as a student of NRC. It was different. It was good.
He heard some light shuffling behind him and turned to find you sat on top of some blankets surrounded by numerous paper cranes.
“Ah, is that the legend about the 1,000 paper cranes?” he asks.
Awkwardly laughing, you answer, “Yeah, I want your wish to be granted. I’m like 20 cranes off, so please bear with me.”
Jamil had thought of sentiment as rather sweet. They were like the wishing stars in the starsending event, but with more effort. Personally, he wasn’t sure if these things really worked. But in the off chance that they did, Jamil was willing to take all wishes available to him. After all, the genie granted wishes. Jamil sits down on the floor with you and grabs a few of the colored pieces of paper that you had. “Let me help, my little genie.”
“Ehh, but that ruins the purpose!!!” you whine, a bit flustered from the pet name.
“The legend never said that only one person had to make all 1,000 cranes.” You relent and the two of you start making the last of the paper cranes.
The room is silent except for the soft sounds of paper being folded. It is peaceful. Jamil finds your presence quite comforting. You pass him pieces of paper from time to time and for brief moments your fingers meet. The touch is warm and ecstatic.
Soon, the two of you were done and the room was filled with more various types of paper cranes. There were red ones, yellow ones, blues ones, green ones, black ones, pink ones—all sorts of colors. There were also ones with patterns. Paper cranes with balloon designs, snake designs, geometric designs, heart designs, you name it.
“How long have you been making these?” he asks. There was no way you folded 980 cranes that quickly.
“For a while now. I’ve just been making them whatever chance I got. I’ve been working on them way before I found out I wanted to bring you here.”
“You wanted my wish to come true that badly…”
“Yeah…”
You both had to look away from each other. Both, too flustered to face each other.
You awkwardly cough and pull out this small box from a corner in the room. “I brought some snacks in case we got hungry. There was a festival going on in town a few days ago, so there were some sales going on.”
You open it to reveal a couple of mooncakes and some almond cookies. “I figured with all the food at the party, we wouldn’t be too hungry, so I didn’t really get too much.”
Food was a good distraction for the tenseness between you two. There were always these strange moments between the two of you. Jamil really couldn't put a finger on what it meant, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.
After eating for awhile, you speak again. “So, are you enjoying yourself so far? The main event was the stars, but they’re not really here yet. I hope I’m not boring you.”
With some thought, Jamil says, “…I like being here with you. It's a nice change of pace from the school. It’s calming to say the least.”
“I’m glad. I didn’t really get to talk to you a lot today because of the party. I was hoping to make it up here,” you say as you lie down on the blankets.
Jamil follows suit and the two of you look up at the ceiling. “I like talking with you too,” he admits. The two of you spent the rest of time talking about sorts of things. Schoolwork, classmates, upcoming events, random shows, and any funny stories.
Finally, it is dark and stars have come out. The light of the lighthouse is a bit blinding, but it makes it easier to see the sight around you two. Everything is so vast. The dark ocean and dark skies blend together as one. The stars and the lights from the homes still up, sparkle in between that darkness. It was beautiful.
Today was Jamil’s birthday, but that didn’t mean that days after wouldn’t be special. There would always be pretty sights to see every other day. There would always be someone special to share these days with. Jamil smiled. He had gotten what he wanted for his birthday.
As you drank in the sight of Jamil being basked in light of the town and his eyes filled with awe in wonder at the night sky before him, you whispered,
“Happy birthday, Jamil.”
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(A/N I hope you guys liked this. And to answer any lingering questions, yes, Mr. Tod is based off Disney’s Mr. Toad.)
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