#Jamil Oneshot

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There's a Big Surprise! ~ *Jamil Viper*

Summary: Kalim is throwing yet another party when Jamil was hoping for an actual day off. Now he has to be there because you’ve been roped into being the headlining act. He has to protect you, you know!

Pairing: Jamil Viper X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2187

Warning: Jamil is going through it

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel

Now, Jamil knew he was supposed to be relaxing. He was home for the holidays and his parents gave him the day off to take time himself. And he really did try. He went shopping with his sister for a couple hours and walked around the palace gardens. But he couldn’t relax. Something was bothering him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

He then knew something was up when you came rushing to him with the biggest smile on your face. “There you are! Kalim and I have been looking all over for you!”

“Why? What’s wrong? Has something happened?” He asked, frantically. Of course something happened. Kalim could never stay out of trouble. But getting you involved in it? That was one line too far. He needed to fix this right now!

Instead of answering him, you handed him a piece of paper. Upon further inspection, he realized it was an invitation. Kalim was throwing another party. And you had him all worried for nothing!

“A party?” He asked, his earlier worry gone from his voice. He rolled his eyes as he handed the invitation back to you with a huff.  “Wow, there’s a big surprise! I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

You frowned. “But didn’t you see the bottom? The special guest part?”

His gaze flicked to the part of the invitation you were pointing at. There at the bottom, it announced that a special guest was invited to sing. His eyes widened at the name.

“You?! You’re singing at his party?”

Nodding, you hugged the invitation to your chest. “Yes! Isn’t it exciting? He asked and I couldn’t say no. I can’t wait for tonight! You are coming, right?”

Initially, Jamil intended to decline. He still had the day off. He could hide in his room and pretend he never saw that irresistible sparkle in your eyes. But the way your excitement lit you up like a firework, well, what could he say?

“I have to. Kalim will get into trouble if I don’t.”

That wasn’t what he wanted to say. Especially seeing you deflate at his words. He wanted to take it back, but you put a brave smile back on your face.

“Oh, well, yeah, I suppose. But I’ll still see you tonight, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Good. I’ll see you tonight.” And with a shy wave, you raced back to the palace, probably to get ready for tonight.

Letting a long breath, he shook his head. This was going to be a long night for him, he just knew it. He might as well get it over with.

If Jamil thought he was restless before, he was way worse now. All he could think about was you singing at the party. How did Kalim rope you into it? What were the stipulations with this agreement? Why didn’t you run this by him first, so he could tell you this was a bad idea?

That last question gave him pause. Why did you need to tell him about what you were doing? You had your own life. He didn’t have to interfere with it. But why did not being told that you agreed to sing at Kalim’s party bother him so much? He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was frustrating. So he tried not to think of it, even though the question kept swirling in his mind.

As the hour for the party’s start drew nearer, Najma was laughing at him.

“You look like a wreck.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, a frenzied edge to his voice.

She shook her head with a chuckle before sitting him down at his desk and grabbing a brush. While she brushed through his tangled hair, she explained. “You look like you’re about to punt Kalim to the sun and like you’re about to throw up at the same time. I’ve never seen you this crazed about one of his many parties, like ever. So what’s the deal, huh?”

He shook his head, causing her to whine in annoyance as he continued to mess up his hair. “It’s nothing. Just drop it, Namja.”

“I can’t! I want to know what’s going on in that big brain of yours.”

With a huff, he muttered, “It’s just, Y/n is going to be singing tonight. And I don’t like it.”

She paused for a brief second. “You don’t? I thought you’d be overjoyed to hear them sing. I’ve heard them once and they’re amazing!”

“I mean, yeah, I’m curious. But I don’t like how they didn’t tell me they were going to be singing at the party.” He shoved his face in his hands. “And then I feel guilty for thinking that because they don’t have to tell me shit. They can do whatever they want! But I still don’t like this.”

“Oh… I get it now.” Namja snickered as she tied his hair back in a low ponytail.

He opened one of his eyes. “What?”

“You’re jealous.”

This caused Jamil to explode out of his desk chair, almost knocking his sister to the ground. “I AM NOT! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!”

She burst in hysterical laughter and pointed at him. “YOU SO ARE OH MY GOD! THIS IS AMAZING! I never thought my big brother would be jealous over a person, least of all jealous over Kalim!”

“NAMJA!”

Shaking her head, she wiped a tear from her eye. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But it’s true. I never thought you’d be jealous. And you’re so cute when you are.”

As she pinched his cheek, he groaned. “If you’re not going to help, just leave.”

“Fine.” She sighed. Before she did, she added, “I’ll go help Y/n get dressed. They’re going to look so cute so you have to be there tonight, alright? I don’t want any of our hard work to go to waste.”

Once his sister left, Jamil flopped into his bed, messing up his hair that she just fixed. Now he had to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe, he was jealous. And that thought scared him half to death.

It didn’t take long for him to be back on his feet and right in the middle of the receiving room of the palace. At least he got to see some of his friends from school. Kalim sent invitations to everyone at NRC to celebrate the beginning of the holidays with him and his friends in the Scalding Sands. So he said hello and exchanged pleasant small talk.

However, anxiety tickled the back of his mind. Where were you? Were you still getting ready? Were you hiding away, practicing for your little performance? Or were you hiding from everyone, scared out of your mind, and trying to talk Kalim out of it?

Wherever you’re at, he needed to be there.

Again, the thought surprised him. He didn’t need to be where you were. No, he needed to be where Kalim was, to keep him safe. But he had no idea where he was. So he stayed in the receiving room, keeping his eye out for Kalim or you.

“ATTENTION EVERYONE! MAY I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?”

Jamil glanced over to the back of the room. While he was keeping some rowdy party guests from causing too much trouble, he missed Kalim entering the room. Curious and anxious about what he had to say, he turned his full attention to him, arms folded over his chest.

“HELLO EVERYONE! FIRST, I WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING TO MY LITTLE PARTY! IT’S ALWAYS SO NICE CELEBRATING WITH GOOD FOOD, GOOD MUSIC, AND GOOD FRIENDS. AND SPEAKING OF GOOD MUSIC, I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE WE HAVE A SPECIAL LIVE MUSIC EVENT! IF YOU WOULD ALL PLEASE FOLLOW ME INTO THE MAIN BALLROOM…”

And with that, there was a mass exodus to the ballroom, with Kalim in the lead. Jamil tried to catch up with him, but there were too many people in the way. So much for a little party.

The ballroom was dark and covered in dark, thick drapes. The back section of it had a curtain over a makeshift stage. That must be where you were going to perform. Goosebumps prickled his skin and a chill washed over him. It was too late to stop him or you. All he could do now was watch.

Kalim hopped up onto the stage and spoke into a microphone. “EVERYONE! PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER AS I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE Y/N L/N!”

The curtain rose. There you were, in a stunning outfit, smiling brighter than the stage lights. You looked absolutely astounding. He couldn’t help but stare, not realizing his jaw had dropped slightly. Carefully, you walked up to the mic, introduced yourself again and introduced the song you began to sing.

It was perfect, as if it was made for your voice. He thought he never wanted to hear another song again, unless it was sung by you. You were practically made to perform.

“Enjoying the show?” Kalim popped up beside his shoulder, scaring him half to death. He chuckled as he shut Jamil’s mouth, which made him even more flustered.

“How did you rope them into this?” He asked instead.

“They asked. Besides, who am I to turn down such a beautiful voice? They’re like a siren, you know?”

He didn’t answer.

Kalim just shrugged. “Well, they’re not my siren. Their heart belongs to someone else.”

Jamil glared at him, which only caused him to laugh.

“You are so easy to read, my friend! Tell them how you feel after the show! They’ll appreciate it, I promise.” He patted him on the back before making his rounds with his guests.

Instead of following him, to make sure he didn’t get into any trouble, Jamil turned his focus back to you. He didn’t know what it was, but you had some kind of pull, some kind of attraction that just made you so mesmerizing. It was like your voice sailed through the crowd of people just to pierce his heart.

He was hooked onto every word until the curtain closed after you took your bows. As soon as the curtain dropped and the lights raised, he was snapped out of the spell you cast. He realized he hadn’t seen Kalim or heard him in awhile, so he decided to go looking for him. Hopefully he didn’t get into too much trouble. As he went looking, he still couldn’t shake the last remnants of your performance. It was like a residual effect from your siren song, and it had him in a vice grip.

“You were amazing! Absolutely amazing!” Jamil heard Kalim’s voice practically squeal from a back room. Without thinking, he entered to see Kalim and Namja crowding around you.

“Why thank you, Kalim.” You caught Jamil’s eye and you smiled brightly at you. “And what did you think, Jamil? Did I do good?”

His first thought was you were still glowing from being on stage, looking even more radiant than you usually did. His second thought was if he kept you hanging on for an answer for too long, you’d think he didn’t like it. So he quickly cleared his throat to answer.

“You were wonderful.”

Your smile only got brighter at his words and you pushed through your friends to get to him. “Thank you so much, Jamil! That actually means a lot, coming from you.”

“O-oh?” He didn’t mean to sound as flustered as he did and he hoped you didn’t notice.

Unfortunately, Namja did. Beckoning for Kalim, she said, “Alright, we’ll give you two some privacy. Come on, Kalim. I’m dying to try some of those hors d'oeuvres you picked out.”

“Oh? Oh, OH! Yes! We’ll be back!” And with that, they practically raced out of the room, slamming the door behind them.

You laughed as Jamil cursed the both of them in his head. However, he short-circuited as you took his hand. “I’m really glad you came to see me tonight, Jamil. I was really nervous about singing in front of all those people, but upon seeing you in the crowd, I wasn’t scared anymore. So thank you, so much.”

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know what to think. What should he be thinking? What should he do? His mind was completely blank and it was making him panic.

“And, since I’m still high off of adrenaline from performing, I have enough courage to do this.”

And then you kissed him on the cheek.

If he was brain fried before, he was completely out of brain cells now. When you pulled back, he stared at you dumbly with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Too much?” You asked, a little embarrassed and disappointed.

He shook his head quickly, pulling you closer. To hell with being careful and trying to figure out his feelings for you. He wanted you closer.

“Not at all.” And with that, he kissed you on the lips. And he smiled as you kissed him back.

[universaln0b0dy]

Monster [Twisted wonderland x reader]

[Summary]: What if there was someone that could Overblot at will and control it? Well you as a magicless student can. You absorb the Overblot around you and use it. Lucky for you it has nothing to feast on, so you also won't loose your mind, because once it's used up, it's used up. You kept that hidden from everyone, but now your lover is in danger and you will protect him.

[Note]: Not grammar checked- (Leona, Floyd and Rook)

Leona:

Azul overblotted, that was clear. His giant octopus form being the biggest proof. Your eyes wander around as you try to find a way to stop him, you had done this two times already, it shouldn't be so hard to do it a third time after all.

Everyone around you was fighting and you wanted to fight too, but they would consider you a monster once they saw what you could turn into. You watched Leona, he was someone you would consider "more than best friends", though you didn't have the guts to ask him if he felt the same.

He was struggling, after all it seemd like Azul used all his pent up anger against him. You wouldn't blame him, Leona was the one who destroyed the contracts after all, that didn't mean you liked it.

Ace threw an attack which Azul dodged with great elegance, causing it to hit Leona. Such a simple mistake caused him to be smashed against a wall.

You suck in your breath and Azul takes this chance to overkill. You see him move in slow mo towards Leona, you would never reach him in time, not in this form.

You don't even notice you have transformed, you don't notice the heavy steps behind you, you only focus on Leona in hopes of making sure he wouldn't be damaged more than he was at the moment.

Your fist collides with Azuls face. You still couldn't use magic, but your physical abilities were higher when average.

Azul staggers, but no one looks at him, everyone looks at you, you the magicless student that just over blotted. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING? CONTINUE FIGHTING!" You screech. Everyone starts to continue fighting and you look at Leona.

He stares at you in horror and you feel your heart throb. You probably had ruined all your chances with him you ever had..........

Floyd:

No one knew how you two got together, but one thing was for sure he would run into the flames for you, you of course would do the same. As soon as he heard that you were stuck in Scarabia he came running and at this very moment, Jamil's Overblot he stood next to you willing to fight. You both made a good team, but even the best of teams had a hard time against Jamil.

"FLOYD WATCH OUT!" You yell as you see one of the magical attacks charge towards him. He dodged it, but he wouldn't be able to dodge the second one, you knew that.

You had tried to keep your Overblot form hidden to the best of your abilities, but you threw all of that out of the window as soon as you realised that Floyd could get hurt. You transformed mid jump, taking the hit in Floyd's stet. It didn't hurt as much as you thought if would, though that was probably because you weren't a normal human at the moment.

Jamil looked at you in horror as you stand in front of him. "How about with someone your own size?" You mutter out, charging forward. Everyone who saw you both fight would call this a fight between giants, but you didn't care about that. You had revealed your biggest strength to Jamil and because of that made yourself vulnerable. You had to make sure you wouldn't get controlled by him.

You bit your lip, if he managed to get you your friends wouldn't have to fight one, but two Overblots. Why hadn't you thought this through?

Jamil caught himself pretty quickly, the others still stared. They looked at you as if you were a monster. Okay, you were. You sigh heavily, before charging towards Jamil, your thoughts only focusing on Floyd.

Hopefully he would only be angry at the fact that you didn't tell him and not consider you a horrible monster....

Rook:

He was an eccentric bastard. Maybe that is the reason you liked him so much and it surprised you hs hadn't picked up on your crush on him for now. Maybe he was too focused on Vil to care about your itty bitty crush on you.

You look up at the gigantic monster, before focusing on the smaller figure. Just a few minutes ago everyone had been enjoying the festival and then someone over blotted. Vil the most composed person you had ever met had over blotted and not even Rooks endless love for him were able to stop him.

You tried your best to dodge the attacks and if you hadn't loved him you would have probably slapped Rook across the face, because he had nothing but compliments for Vil.

You didn't worry about the attacks that were send Rooks way, after all he had no problem dodging all of them. You look at the others, would one ov them need your help? Ace was pretty damaged the same went for the rest of your friends.

You were seriously contemplating about whether to turn into your Overblot form or not, Vil was horrible to fight after all, even worse than Jamil. Your legs already hurt from all the running you did.

Maybe that's why you weren't fast enough to dodge the next attack. You were kinda waiting for the magic to hit you and something did hit you, but it wasn't magic.

"Mon dieu, Trickster are you alright?" Someone coughed out. You open your eyes and look into Rooks, he seemed to have pushed you out of the dangers way, taking most of the damage.

"Why did you do that?" You stammer out, your cheecks flushing red as he was still on top of you. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you like someone?" He joked, laughing brightly. You couldn't help but admire him, if you had been hit you probably would have passed out.

"Oh Rook, you shouldn't have done that. Now I have to protect you." You try to playfully mumble, but it sounded more like: "oh, ... shouldn't done.... protect you..." But the blonde smiled with a knowing grin. He rolled away from you leaving you to do your business.

You didn't know why you expected him to not know about your Overblot, but it made you happy to know that he still seemed to like you despite that.....

[olivyh]

What if one day Jamil got so tired of doing everything for Kalim that he wishes that he could have more time for himself? And then for the next few days, someone's already helped him finish his chores, schoolwork, and other tasks (i.e bringing stuff to the teachers, preparing food for banquets).

Jamil's confused. Who could've done this? It couldn't be Kalim. But it also couldn't have been his darling s/o, right? Sure, they bring him a bento and small gifts everyday but that's normal. Until one day while bringing him his fixed school uniform, Jamil hypnotizes a student and asks him who was helping him behind the shadows. Lo and behold, it was indeed his s/o all along. Now, Jamil is rushing over to Ramshackle, and what does he see? S/o cooking a delicious pot of curry that Jamil loves. Cue Jamil proposing to S/o on the spot.

A/N: Jamil nation is back!! Midterms are almost up, which means (hopefully) a little more productivity! I've been struggling with some mental health stuff recently, so my works aren't as polished as i'd like them to be ;;;;;;

Jamil practically collapses onto his bed, his limbs feeling as though they were being held down by weights and his eyelids drooping pathetically as he tries to muster any amount of strength to at least get cleaned up after his busy day. The man feels as though he's covered in a layer of sweat, grime, and grease from all the running around- from having to cook breakfast and lunch for Kalim, to chasing after Floyd during practice (with no time between the end of it due to the mer deciding to climb onto the net and effectively rip it off the hinges and a lengthy explanation to the nurse and his twin brother), to rushing across campus to grab groceries to preparing for another party followed by cleaning it off...

Jamil groans and sits up despite his body's pleas for him to rest. His muscles ache as he weakly pulls out the charms in his hair- albeit a little rougher than he would normally be. He hardly has the energy to take out the birds and place all the accessories on his bedside table, opting to simply slip out of his hoodie and pass out with a tanktop and the lower half of his dorm uniform. He falls onto his back, the tension in his shoulders unrelenting even as he tried to relax, a wave of frustration cascading over his mind and making his heart clench until it nearly aches. It's only a matter of time before his eyes unwillingly slip closed, sending him into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, he awakes without the blare of his alarm. He gasps and shoots up, scrambling for his phone as he climbs out of bed (when did he get underneath the blankets?) and reaches for his hair accessories (did he put those away last night?). He hastily casts a quick spell, watching as the magic swirls and effortlessly braids his hair back in his usual style, the few loose strands picked up by the boy as he tucks them behind his ear. He tries to ignore the slight tremor in his hand as he attaches the charms, tossing on his (washed?) blazer.

Jamil Viper knew himself well, he knew what he could and could not do, he knew his limits, he knew and carefully planned his every action and event to the minute, careful to not leave any loose strings that could come back and bite him.

This continued through the next week- suddenly all of his chores were finished, coming back to the dorm exhausted and mentally preparing to deep clean the kitchen or the common room only to find that it had already been done. Kalim's clothes were folded as well (the heir had been confused as well, having been asleep in his room while his clothes were left in the laundry room). He even noticed that much of his homework was done (albeit sloppily around the edges) and he would come back after practice to see that the cupboards had been restocked with groceries for the next week.

Jamil felt as though his head was going to split, he tugged at the end of his hair and bit his lip as he attempted to study, mind racing with the possibilities. Could someone be trying to replace him? Trying to get closer to Kalim? Did they have it out for him? He swore that if Azul had anything to do with this he was going to corner that bastard and take his broken glasses as a reward-

"Jamil? I was told to take this to you-"

"Hm?" He looks up, only for his eyes to widen s he takes in his now repaired basketball uniform- torn from Floyd grabbing it too hard and effectively ripping it from the collar down the center. He was humiliated having to walk back to the dorm essentially wearing it as a vest rather than a jersey.

Feeling a surge of annoyance, finally at his breaking point, he stares the student down, eyes narrowing as he feels the familiar surge of magic through his veins, tingling from the crown of his head to the tips of his fingers.

"Who put you up to this?" He demands, taking a step closer to the hypnotized student. The blank red-film eyes stare back at him as the students' jaw hangs open uselessly.

"The Ramshackle Prefect," Jamil stops in his tracks, dropping his magic as he scrambles for the door, his bare feet slapping against the cold tile of the Scarabia as he rushes to the mirror.

He mentally berates himself- how could he be so blind? Jamil also feels a stab of pity that worms into his heart and makes him want to curl up. Had he unintentionally put that pressure on them? How could he not see the stress?

Looking back on it, he does remember how their movements were slowed, how their eyes held that slightly droopy look that he absolutely adored when they were laying beside each other in the late hours of the night, the way Grim glared at him when he stopped by their table for lunch (granted, the cat-like creature was prone to such childish actions, but he should have noticed how protective the monster got over the prefect).

The cold stone of the pathway to Main Street bites at his exposed feet, and he wishes he had bought his sandals to protect his feet. He trips over sticks, stubs his toes on rocks, and rushes through the bushes that cut through the forest on the way to the dorm. The chill of the air bites into his exposed skin as his lungs burn from running so far so quickly.

Once he finally arrives at the dorm, sweaty and out of breath, he catches a whiff of something that makes his heart pound even faster in his ribcage.

They were making his favorite food.

He swallows and raises a shaky hand to knock on the door. The sweat that had clung to his skin like a film began to chill in the night air, making him involuntarily shiver despite the warmth that blossomed in his stomach.

Jamil could barely catch their shocked expression to see him standing on their porch. He's sure he looks like a mess- his bangs clinging to his sweaty face, sweatshirt in disarray and basketball shorts exposing his legs despite the cold weather and, of course, his dirtied feet from the trek to the dorm. He envelopes them in a hug, ignoring their weak protests and complaints about getting sweat on them.

He backs away for a moment, cupping their face in his warm palms and gazing into their eyes as he takes in every feature- from the spice that had somehow ended on their cheek to the way their eyes crinkle when they smile at him.

He had practically lost control when he presses his lips to theirs, trying to convey all of his twisted feelings for them in one simple action- never enough, he'd believed. He could kiss them every second of every day and it would never amount to the amount of joy they gave him, the love he felt whenever he was in their presence. Every kiss was a different unspoken phrase, the words caught in his throat despite how slick he normally is with his prose.

'I need you' The kiss on their eyelid said.

'You're too kind' The peck on the tip of their nose.

'I want to keep you safe' The brush of his lips against their forehead.

'I don't deserve you' His lips ghosting over the soft curve of their cheek.

"Marry me," He mumbles, finally pressing a firm kiss to their lips once more.

They chuckle nervously as Jamil gasps softly, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he backs away, realizing that he had said the final one aloud.

They grip his hand and give him a once-over, sending him that warm smile that he wished he could hold all day and night- selfishly hoarding it and keeping it to himself.

"Wanna come in? I'm making dinner."

They don't have to ask him twice.

[nekombers]

SLEEPING BEAUTY !?

an alchemy experiment with grim and the heartslabyul duo goes wrong and causes you to go in a deep slumber and the only way to wake you up is with a trues love kiss! but who is going to be your Prince Charming in the situation to save you from this distress!?

“ uhm guys.. I don’t think this is how the spell is supposed to go-”

“shush henchmen! once I create this new spell that will completely have everyone swayed , I’ll be on the news everywhere! and be loved! - ” grim proudly began exclaiming—

he placed his paws in his hips and gave you a grin, before ace came in ; “ahem, I think you meant to say us. ” ace gave grim a small glare before grim completely ignored him and went back to stirring what rest inside the cauldron.

suddenly a sweet intoxicating smell started coming from the pot, �� it’s almost done, heheh” grim said before taking in a big whiff of the scent which start descending from the cauldron. “ good! now we need someone to taste test this before proceeding to plan.” ace said, his goggles began fogging up with steam and he just used forearm to pushed them up.

“ y/n! would you mind taste testing this before we drink this up?”

“ excuse me? why not ask deuce!? ” you cried out, taking a few steps back before feeling something below bump into you. swiftly turning around you saw deuce spread out on the floor asleep.

“ I would but as you see he’s been drained like that from painting the roses ever since last night… thanks to our beloved housewarden. plus surely this shouldn’t effect you since you have no magic " stirring more profoundly than the last time, ace brought up a big spoon of what was the ‘spell’ and placed the spoon on your hand carefully.

“ c’mon, no need to be scared! or else you’ll be more of a scaredy-cat than grim!” he watched as you brought the spoon closer to your mouth, and you just nervously looked back at the weird substance which laid in the spoon.

“ hey! i heard that, ace!” grim said, as he began taking over of the stirring of the pot, but still keeping an eye on you as you were about to put the spoon in your mouth.

suddenly you found yourself gulping it down and you slammed the spoon on the table, gasping for air.

“ as much as how sweet it smells, it’s horrendously bad in taste.” you continued, but a few seconds later your head started getting fuzzy and you found it hard to stay up and still.

“ y/n!” the voices you heard calling out your name soon became too quiet too hear and everything went black.

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“ yes, yes this is certainly indeed very bad. ” crowley said nodding, he observed your sleeping body closely before clapping his hands together. the sudden clap, made the two boys and the cat jump in fear.

“ did they kill her..?” deuce asked, still frightened by the sudden chaos which awoke him from his sleep.

“ us? this is completely grims doing! he wanted to create a new spell!”

“ argghh.. you were in it too ace.” grim yelled back at ace, while the two boys kept arguing the headmage just shook his head.

“ you didn’t create a new spell, by all the things you’ve said you put in it; you created a sleeping spell; which can only be cured by a true loves kiss.”

earning the attention from the three, they all looked at each other before replying; “ s-so you mean a kiss can fix all of this..?” ace questioned again, flustered he couldn’t help but look back you, sleeping peacefully in the bed.

“ you two better be glad there weren’t no injuries involved. even if it’s completely harmless spell, I expect you three to fix this mess. now if you excuse me.. uh I have important matters to get back to in my office.. I suggest you all should come to an agreement soon.. ” crowley coughed a little after mentioning his ‘busy’ schedule before soon making his leave.

leaving the deuce and ace duo and grim in shock standing.

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by the time lunch time came around, the three say quietly without saying a word at the table.

“ so about y/n.. uhh, what’re we gonna do?” ace then placed is head down in the table while staring back at the other two waiting for a response.

“ you heard the headmage.. we have to give her… a.. a-” deuce struggled to say the word, his face began turning a shade of red almost resembling their own housewarden’s hair.

“ oh come on. it’s just a kiss! how am I suppose to keep up with my school work without my henchmen-.. uhm, I mean how lonely it’ll be without her at the dorm..?” grim gradually got quiet after his change of words and again silence made its way again.

grim suddenly stood up in his seat , “ wait, don’t tell me you two haven’t kiss a girl which why you’re too embarrassed to kiss y/n!” grim stated, no response came from the two boys and suddenly grim began laughing.

“ h-hey! i have totally kiss a girl before-”

“ in your dreams!” grim couldn’t keep his laugh in any longer which made ace feel flustered before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“ well! if you won’t be any use of getting my henchmen back and at it again, I’ll find one someone who will.” grim began marching out of the lunchroom ignoring the two boys who were speaking out to him across the room

then the two boys got up and rushed after to find grim before he told anyone anything.

..

“ my my.. floyd, would you look at that?” Jade said, watching the scene unfold infront of them.

“ awww~ something must’ve happened to shrimpy if she needs saving with a kiss..” a smile creeped up on the boys face which received a chuckled from Jade.

“ I’m sure Azul would love to hear these beloved news.”

“ why can’t we just keep this ourselves..?” Floyd frowned in return to his brothers words. watching Jade stand up, he did so as well.

“ Because it’ll be fun this way..”

Jade smiled while making his way out of the cafeteria with Floyd right behind him.

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“ GRIM! YOU DONT NEED GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE. IM THE PERFECT FIT FOR THIS.” ace yelled across the hallway, deuce only trailed behind him; still flustered to speak out about the matter.

“ eh?! even if I wanted to, you two would take decades before even kissing y/n” grim shouted back at them, huffing before continuing making his way across the long halls of NRC. suddenly he came to a stop and felt himself bump into something.. someone.

“ what’s this about kissing my dear potato, you say?” a voice spoke, grim rubbed his head where he hit himself while bumping into the stranger.

grim than looked up and saw the dorm leader of pomefiore standing before him. “ hey, you almost stepped on my tail!” grim said, before taking a few steps back to meet vil’s gaze.

“ do continue speaking-”

“ as if! I’ll find some other non tail stepping prince to awake my henchmen from slumber!” grim huffed once again before taking his leave.

“ oh? slumber you say..”

..

“ hmph, as if I’ll let that self centered pretty boy kiss my henchmen. but still, no worries.. the mighty grim is here!” grim said, puffing his chest out a little proudly.

being interrupted by his own yawn, he paused. “ eh.. y/n could use saving tomorrow.. I’m worn out from all the chaos.”

he found himself turning and heading back to ramshackle for the day.

unaware, he went to sleep not knowing the news of y/n’s deep slumber spreading throughout campus.

..

“ GRIM! ” a voice in the background could be heard screaming.

“ ngh… tuna-"

“ GRIM! OPEN UP!” the knocks only seemed to get louder as time slowly went by

letting out a small growl grim made his way up and walked to the door, pulling on it to open it. just to see the heartslaybul duo standing there

“ .. ace.. deuce.. what to you want-”

“ EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT Y/N! THEY’RE TRYING TO FIND HER TO GIVE HER THAT KISS!” ace technically yelled at grim who was quickly awakened properly at hearing the news.

“ HUH?! how did they find out!?” a group of footsteps could be heard making its way closed towards them and they turned back to see—

“ well that would be my doing..” before them stood Azul, who was accompanied by Jade and Floyd, a smug look was on Azul’s face as he gave the three a smirk.

“ so.. now that the fish is outa the net. mind telling us where I can find my precious y/n..?” azul asked, still having the same look on his face; waiting for a response which was interrupted by another group.

“ pardon the interruption but I’ll need you to move aside, azul. ” that voice belonged to no other than the house warden of heartslabyul.

“ h-housewarden!” both deuce and ace said in unison as they nervously lowered their faces from their superior. “ I’ll be needing you two boys to show me where y/n lies, or it’ll be off with your heads.” riddle said as he waited for the two boys to reply. grim still shocked by the sudden appearances then closed his eyes and sighed.

“ there is only one thing we can do now..” grim said in a fake sigh.

both the heartslabyul duo looked at grim while both housewardens stared back at him as well waiting for a response.

“ RUN!” grim suddenly shouted, as he was quick to shut the door on the faces of azul and riddle who were merely almost hit by instead were greeted by the floor.

while the other two boys were still in the ground, shocked by the impact. Jade and Floyd were quick to act, opening the door by force and running behind the duo and cat who had escaped from the window..

unknown to everyone’s behalf, someone was already on the way to see you. as they’re the most powerful person who lies in the school, it was child’s play to find you.

just the most powerful fae there is..

..

making it back to the grounds of nrc, they made a stop to catch their breath.

“ w-well, good bye to being an honor student..” deuce manage to gasp out, still panting from the run they made.

“ grim! ace! deuce! ” a rather cheerful voice called out to the three. gathering strength to look up, they were met by no other than the housewarden of scarabia, who of course was accompanied by jamil viper.

completely forgetting the situation, grim was rather happy to see the two.

“ kalim! agh, can you believe what just happened to us!?” grim exclaimed but no reply came from the two.

“ snake charmer ” a calm voice said. grim quickly widen his eyes and saw that both of his friends were under jamil’s command.

“ huh!? ” grim suddenly shouted as he gathered himself and stood up on his paws.

“ ah! sorry grim, but when it comes to y/n.. there’s no holding us back” kalim just smiled back at the cat. not waiting any longer grim ran out and left his friends behind.

right now, his only goal was to reach the nurses office before anybody else tried something.

as soon as he was getting close to the room, he found himself bumping into yet another person.

“ well, just the person we were looking for..” grim recognized the sly voice and just as he expected. he found himself between both leona and ruggie.

“ just go ahead and tell us where’s she at” leona told grim, the expression on his face told grim everything.

“ as if! I won’t tell ya!” grim said, as he launched forward to make an escape he almost was caught by Leona’s strong grip.

the hairs on his body stood in fear. just as he reached the nurses office he heard someone scream “ she’s in there!” and tons of footsteps were seeming to be approaching him.

grim stood on guard at the door. a bit intimated by everyone’s presence.

seeing everyone was just gonna knock right by him and make themselves go in by force grim said what he thought were his finals words.

“ m-maybe in another life I’ll be the most powerful creature to exist..”

he leaned back and close his eyes waiting for impact, but suddenly the door behind was opened. he looked up from the ground as his back still lied there on the floor.

“ thank you very much.. malleus.” suddenly a familiar person’s voice spoke softly.

grim’s eyes widen along with everyone else’s as they saw both malleus AND the prefect at the doorstep.

“ oh- huh?” you were confused by everyone’s presence who’s expression’s still were in shock.

“ d-did malleus draconia end up kissing her !?” someone cried out as everyone waited for a response. “kiss? what’re y’all talking about?” you questioned, your faces expression was enough to have everyone else confused like you.

“ no kiss was needed. a little bit of magic was used to awake her from the slumber she was placed in.” malleus finally spoke, as you just nodded along with him. “ yeah no kiss was needed.. can someone explain?” you asked, tilting your head in questioned. though before anyone proceeded to say anything, tons of sighs were let out.

malleus took your hand and started walking, as everyone still laid in shock. the words that came out his mouth was enough to set realization upon the people there.

“ just keep in mind that, I was the one to wake the sleeping beauty. i feel more than accomplished to have had the chance to have such feeling bestow my lips..” a small but sly smirk arose from malleus as he made his leave.

little did everyone know, the magic to awaken the sleeping beauty from her slumber did lye between a true loves kiss.

valentine

[hpalways]

hey! i really liked the last twst headcanons you posted, they felt so in-character to me. can i request hcs for how leona, jamil, and vil (separately) would take care of a physically weak s/o who is prone to getting sick? thank you🫶

a/n: thank you so much! im glad to hear that!

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Leona, Jamil, and Vil (separate) x gn!reader

Description: headcanons on how leona, jamil, and vil would take care of you as someone who is prone to getting sick

LeonaKingscholar

Leona would be a surprisingly attentive caregiver despite his gruff demeanor. He would make sure you take your medication on time and would always check on you to see how you're feeling. He may be lazy to all else, but for the things he truly cares about, including you, he would exert his every energy for.

He would try his best to cheer you up when you're feeling down, and if you need to rest, he would make sure you're comfortable in bed and bring you books or movies to keep you entertained. Of course, in a roundabout way, he wouldn't want to make it seem like he cared too much.

When you're feeling better, Leona would take you on walks around the school or the forest to help you regain your strength. It almost feels like you would be walking around with a leashed pet, with him stuck to your side.

He would never do anything to make you feel inadequate about your position and your sickness. He would not talk down and instead talked to you as every other person, because he believed in equal levels and fairness.

"Ya feelin' stuffy in here, [Name]? Let's get out and into the sun."

Vil Schoenheit

Vil would be a very meticulous caretaker, making sure that everything is clean and organized to avoid any triggers for your illness.

He would also be very strict with your medication schedule and would make sure you take all the necessary vitamins and supplements to boost your immune system.

Vil would be very gentle and comforting when you're feeling down or in pain. He would read to you, play soothing music, or simply hold your hand to make you feel better.

He would also try to find alternative remedies and therapies to help you feel better, such as aromatherapy, acupuncture, or herbal medicine. Each day he would come in offering tips and advices.

"Oh dear, do not try and sneak out of this. Come here and take your medications, [Name]. Now."

Jamil Viper

Jamil would be a very nurturing caretaker, always making sure you're comfortable and well-rested. He would bring you tea or soup and would cook healthy meals to boost your immune system.

He would also be very empathetic and would listen to your concerns and feelings, trying to offer comfort and support.

When you're feeling better, Jamil would take you on little adventures around the school, showing you his favorite spots and introducing you to his animal friends. He would also teach you some of his favorite spells to keep you entertained.

"Do not worry. We will get through this, through the pain. You want my hand to hold? Here."

[munv]

HIP HOP!

Twisted wonderland writing event!

Will be open soon, make sure to put in requests for the series before it closes! Characters are basically turned into lil bunnies

LATELY at night NRC students have been seeing little bunnies around the campus, some have reported stolen personal items as well!

Crowley has taken it upon himself to assign you to investigate the matter with your trusty partner grim, now as detectives it’s truly a surprise as to what you find out!

Your friends have become little bunnies! How will you take care of the matter??

HEARTSLABYUL

001 . RIDDLE

002 . TREY

003 . CATER

004 . DEUCE

005. ACE

OCTAVINELLE

006 . AZUL

007 . JADE

008 . FLOYD

SCARABIA

009 . KALIM

010 . JAMIL

SAVANACLAW

011 . LEONA

012 . RUGGIE

013 . JACK

POMEFIORE

014 . VIL

015 . ROOK

016 . EPEL

IGNIHYDE

017 . IDIA

018 . ORTHO

DIASOMNIA

019 . MALLEUS

020 . LILIA

021 . SEBEK

022 . SILVER

Event will start soon!

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[honey-milk-depresso]

don't mind me asking how to kiss Jamil because I don't have the guts

🐝: @kanatos-wonderland ,I will entice you with Jamil if you do mind (of course you would-)~

⋙l o a d i n g…

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┏ ⋙YOU GOT TO KISS THE SNAKE (JAMIL VIPER X READER) (1) ┛

Part 1, Part 2 (coming soon!)…━━━━━☆

“This man, I swear…” you muttered in frustration to yourself, feeling the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Black, braided hair glistening under the light, embroider with gold and shimmering hair bands that held his hair in a ponytail. He was just so pretty; beautiful dark skin, charcoal grey orbs that shone with such enigmatic aura, sharp eyelashes and all used to form a relaxed, handsome expression, you could look away from the Scarabia vice dorm much to your dismay.

“He’s just so pretty…” you groaned, stuffing your face into your arm as you blushed.

Jamil lifted his head to see your tired entity and blinked.

“Tired?”

“Go away…” Not knowing what to do, you let out a protesting groan, which proved you worse when he let out a soft and smooth chuckle that made you swoon internally.

“Whatever, Y/N. Make sure to get some rest,” Jamil placed a hand on your head and rubbed it gently and soothingly, smiling when you leaned very subtly into his touch.

He stood up, walking away. How you wished you could just wrap your arms around his torso and permit him to stay by your side, burying your face and take in his scent of aromatic spices and sweet flower perfume…

“Y/N!” You were startled by a cheery outburst, thoughts cut off by a joyous Kalim skipping towards you with a bright grin.

“Hey, Y/N! Have you seen Jamil?”

“Er… he was here a few seconds ago… I think he went back to his dorm…”

“Oh, okay!”

Kalim was ready to head out, but he paused as he observed how dull and gloomy you looked, and he decided he’d stay here with you for awhile in hopes of lifting you from the dumps.

“Hey, you okay?” Kalim jested with a concerned smile, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he bends down to meet your eyes.

“I… well…” you murmured. Were you thinking of Jamil for at least two nights? Maybe. Did those thoughts of him made you sleep? Definitely not. Being caught up with intense romantic feelings for such a pretty guy just sucks. It really sucks. The thoughts of ever confessing to Jamil made you all tingly and warm, before it drowns you in a hopeless void if you were to ever do such act.

“It’s Jamil.”

“Oh, what about him?”

“I can’t do it.”

“Can’t what?” Kalim raised an eyebrow as he draws his lips into a pout.

“He’s just- he’s so- he’s-“

“You like him?” Kalim uttered out straightforwardly as you blushed profusely.

“K-Kalim?!”

“I mean, I had the feeling you do every time you mention him, when you hang out with him, when you look at him, hear him, and you get this look in your eyes I don’t know how to describe but it’s like really noticeable to me and-“

“O-okay! Okay! I- Kalim, I- I do kind of like Jamil..”

“I think you like him a lot.”

“ANYWAYS..” you did not expect Kalim to be this observant around you, let alone just read your emotional state like an open book. That boy is just full of unexpected surprises in the most unexpected way possible.

“I just don’t know how to bring it up to him… “

Kalim looked even more baffled. “Just tell him.”

“I can’t!”

“Why?”

“I- I’m scared to even tell him an inch of how I feel, Kalim!” You blurred out the truth with exasperation.

“Scared..? Y/N, I’m sure you don’t know this, because Jamil wouldn’t say it straight to you either, but he’s really into you! Like, he talks about you, what you did that day, he thinks you’re pretty… actually wait those were secrets between me and him-“

“K-Kalim… p-please have mercy on my heart…” you clutched your hand tightly at your chest as you hugged your stomach with the other with a furious red dusting on your face.

“I can’t keep a secret like this in such a dire situation… which in that case…”

Kalim pumped his fist up high into the air, smiling with triumph and with confidence.

“We’ll just have you two go on a date!”

“W-w-what?!”

“Just the two of you getting your feelings across with no worries! That’s what I’ll do! Set you two up on a date!”

The silver haired boy was smiling proudly to himself with the idea he came up with. You, on the other hand, looked like you were knocked out of air.

“I’m gonna start planning, but Y/N,” Kalim’s lighthearted smile turned into a serious expression with garnet eyes looking at you with firm emotions.

“You have to tell him. Otherwise, you’ll drag on until it’s too late.”

You gulped, your heart started to beat faster without you knowing it and knowing why.

“Oh yeah, and you gotta kiss him, too!”

“Kalim!”

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[s-i-m-p0]

How they wake you up with the overbolts

Riddle roseheart

♡ bro wakes up at 6 AM sharp everyday

♡he needs help

♡ he let's you sleep for a hour till 7

♡ when he wakes you he lightly grabs you're hand and kisses softly

♡ you wake up if it tiggles and laugh/giggle slightly

♡ if you dont wake up: he pount, leaves the room, returns with a rose (dethorned) and just brushes it against your face

♡ the pollen woke you up

♡ loves to see your sleepy smile

Vil Schoenheit;

☆ again a 6AM person

☆ after he finished his make up and you're still asleep (at 6:30) vil decides to wake up since you show no signs you'll wake up you're self

☆ he's couched next to you brushing a clean make up brush and lightly tickle you're nose

☆ It always works since you rather sneeze or giggle and go to wipe you're nose

☆ if not in a relationship... God that's a different story...

☆ he burst through the door the moment he's dressed and dolled up

☆then he would throw a ice packet at you and scared you awake

☆it's worse when rook wakes you, he stands by the side of you're bed taking pictures and writing notes till you wake up, so terrifying

Jamil viper

▪︎this man wakes up at 6:40 and he dresses in 10 miunets to wake up kamil

▪︎ he wakes you up by opening the curtains and letting the heat of scarbia dorm envioment wake you

▪︎ my god its nice and cold at night but in morning no; perfume,deodorant, spray on works to hide you're sweat smell (even a few miunets after showers)

▪︎sp when you leave scarabia dorms you spray all the deodorant amd perfume you can

Leona;

~he may be still asleep and even if you're awake he's not moving.

~ you need more the 4 people! To get this dead-weight off of you

~ you're always waking him up.

~ but! When he does wake you up he just pounces of you crushing you're ribcage in the process

~no mercy

Azul

~ alright azul is a 7AM person

~ but somehow you always sleep in and bleh

~ when azul wakes you he's reading a book about sea life or stacking coins on youre head with Floyd and jade laughing in the background

~ you had a few red circular mark on your face the first time he woek you up

(I can't do another's:p )

[ravenlking]

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 beloved lovers they are, how would their lips kiss you?

gender-neutral warnings: none genre: fluff a/n: please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

Spiderman Kiss

Kalim often watches movies, with his status as the heir to the Al-Asim family, it was easy to purchase one of his likings and watch it the moment it comes out. Spiderman draws his attention, making because of how the superhero swings with his webs and flies around the neighborhood, something like how he does on his magic carpet.

He immediately raced to Ramshackle on his magic carpet, cheerfully calling your name. He watches as you make your way outside, a mischievous glint in his shining eyes before flipping him and the carpet upside down, trusting it to hold him.

A surprised squeal left your face as Kalim gently cupped your face before bringing it to his face, lips touching each other, the sensation like fireworks.

"That's so dangerous-"

"Hahaha! Let's do that again!"

Nose Kisses

Cuddles are a must in your relationship, so it came to no one's surprise when they saw their dorm leader and his significant other curled up in the Scarabia lounge. It practically happened on a daily basis (which makes Jamil's job slightly easier whenever he needs to find his irresponsible dorm leader). Kalim inhaled your scent, rubbing his nose on yours before pulling back. Watching your eyes widen with surprise made him laugh.

"Aww, you look adorable, my treasure!"

Cheek Kisses

No matter when or where, the moment Kalim's eyes catch sight of you, he'll immediately drop whatever he is holding and dash toward you. It doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a serious conversation with Riddle or running away from the Leech teens. He will briefly shout an apology to an exasperated Jamil but continues on his mission. A grin is set permanently on the cheerful boy's face as he bears hugs you, peppering cheek kisses all over your face.

He'll hop off the moment he senses you're about to fall before holding your cheeks and peppering them with kisses. Bonus if he's wearing lipstick because this boy is determined to cover your perfect face in his lipstick, showing off to everyone how gigantic his love is for you.

"Sorry not sorry!" Kalim grins before kissing you again on the forehead this time.

Neck Kisses

Sometimes, it astounds Jamil with how carefree you are, how unafraid of the potential of someone sneaking up behind you with malicious intent. Like today, only it isn't someone with malicious intent (or did he?)

Jamil smirked as he came closer to your still figure reading a book, a gentle smile on your face and the repetitive flips of the book made the atmosphere warm and comfortable. He held in his breaths as he crept closer before launching a kiss on your neck. You reacted instinctively, squealing and whirling around to meet your smirking attacker - none other than your darling boyfriend, Jamil Viper.

"Sorry, my jewel." Jamil didn't look that apologetic. "You were just so adorable, I couldn't resist."

Forehead Kisses

A sign of gratefulness and a quiet "thank you" from the tired boy, who wanted nothing more to crash on his bed and sleep for the next thousand years. However, fate wasn't on his side because he was dealing with Kalim's messes the entire day. From the time he woke up (Kalim cooked and blew up the kitchen) until not even five minutes ago (Kalim messed up the orderly layout of the treasury room), Jamil was constantly exhausted beyond belief.

It feels as if the weight of the world had been lifted when he finds you cleaning and cooking dinner for you two, setting up a nice dinner date in the balcony window. Jamil gives a heavy, loud sigh of relief before standing next to you, admiring your work. The chicken looks perfectly cooked and the vegetables glistened under the evening light. Jamil wants you to know that he loves you for doing this, popping a light kiss on your forehead before sitting down and eating his food.

"Thank you so much."

French Kisses

Sometimes, all Jamil wants to do is kiss you until you're red and breathless. He just wants to taste your intoxicating you, learn every part of the cavern that is your pretty little mouth that makes such addicting noises. Jamil tugs you closer, every inch of your bodies pressed against each other like you were a puzzle piece clicking together just right. As he kisses you, he inhales the scent that is so delectable and so uniquely you. Jamil Viper just loves you and wants to show it in the best way possible. And if you so happen to end on his bed, well...he'll simply smirk and continue.

"Shall we take this somewhere more...private?"

[luminous-letters]

Random TWST Scenarios (Jade, Jamil, Leona and Jack)

"Love is a funny thing, sometimes," Jade Leech sighed, before donning his usual ear-to-ear grin. It was terrifying, how his teeth seemed to glint underneath Mostro Lounge's dim light. "Oh, how eager you were to let me in."

"You were such a fabled hero, a champion," he let out an audible 'tsk'. "And now look at you," he leered at your disheveled form. Scratched and bruised and bleeding from your earlier encounter with Floyd.

"I...I trusted you...!"

"And you were a fool to do that, dear," he drawled out the last word, insulting you. "You've entertained me. That, I could give you."

"But unfortunately, you've become boring," he shuffled from behind the desk, his fingers, dextrous, pulled out something. A metallic object, shining under the light.

It was a gun.

"I suppose I could fulfill Azul's request now. It's been delayed long enough."

"I thought you were no fool," Jamil sighed, cupping your cheek with his hand. "But clearly, I've overestimated you."

"I didn't expect you to be much more stupid than him," he laughed, staring at your eyes. Once bright irises were shrouded in a demure scarlet.

"You were promising, to be honest. You even brought those three here," he waved off to the three figures, joined with his crowd of puppets. "Who knows all I had to do was tell you a few nice words and you'll give in so easily. Hah!" he laughed again.

"Now then, serve me," he snickered, watching you mindlessly tumble and pace about. Taking delight in your helpless, zombified state.

"You're as low as the dirt beneath my feet," Leona sneered, circling around you as a predator would to its prey.

"As dry as bones in the sand, such is your fate," he grinned.

And in an instant you saw and felt everything— the gathering of particles in his palm, the feeling of dryness in your throat, the painful cracks and blisters on your skin, turning into dust.

And then nothing.

"Jack, can we has cheesburger?" you begged.

The car swerved to the nearest fastfood joint.

"Fine, you can has chesmburgmer," he chuckled.

[lynnie-ee]

White lies and study dates.

╰┈➤"Having a crush on the busiest man of the entire school wasn't easy. Desesperate times call for desesperate measures, they say; and the prefect now understands why.”

╰►Gender neutral reader, oneshot, 2,2k words.

╰►Note: English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake!

╰►Masterlist. (requests open)

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"Ah, I didn't understand a single thing professor Trein said in class."

  (Y/n), prefect of Ramshackle, sighed tiredly as they walked out of their classroom, with Grim next to them, while Deuce and Ace walked behind with a similar expression of sorrow. Their eyes carefully gazing the Pop Music Club members that were near them.

"Maaan, I swear he does it on purpose, it's impossible not to fall asleep during his lessons." He groaned, waiting a few seconds until he tried to hit discreetly Deuce's arm.

"O-oh right! Crewel classes are so difficult-"

"We're talking about Trein, dumbass!" Murmured annoyed Ace.

"Yeah, of course...! Trein's class is the most difficult that we have, so confusing..." The blue-haired boy tried to fix his mistake.

"It's so sad that (Y/n) gets the worst grades out of us, my pooooor henchman..." Grim sniffed with a dramatic demeanor.

The prefect looked at their group of friends, disappointment written all over their face, thanks to their performance. But it was soon replaced by shock, as they suddenly felt someone sneaking an arm to their shoulders.

"Ah~ Are you feeling distressed by Trein's class, (Y/n)? I'd help you, but I wasn't the best at the subject in my first year, haha..." Cater said, trying to come up with something that might help the prefect, or at least cheer them up.

"Fufu~I did great at History of Magic, but I don't think my method of telling stories would work with others humans. I tried it once and they didn't believe what I said! A pity, really." Lilia barged into the conversation, and even when he tried to look saddened, a tint of mischievous could be recognized in his voice.

"I'm so sorry I can't help you either, prefect! Last year I couldn't understand anything by myself in that class..." Kalim apologized, genuine worry in his voice, as the first-years glared at him with interest. “If it wasn't for Jamil, I don't know what could have happened to me. He's the only reason I approved my assignments."

"Oh, but what if they hold back a year because of this? We'll miss you, prefect..." Ace mumbled with melancholy.

Everyone stood there, dissimulated looks being placed at Kalim's figure.

...

...

...

"Oh! I know what we can do!" The Scarabia housewarden abruptly said, a cheerful smile brightening his face.

"Really? Can you help our unfortunate magicless little friend here?" The red-haired first year continued, placing one of his hands on the prefect's shoulder.

"Yeah! I've got the perfect plan!"

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Jamil hated Kalim's plans with all his heart.

Every time he came up with a new idea, HE ended up being responsible for them.

Every. Single. Time.

Kalim wanted to throw a party? Jamil was the one in charge of the preparations. Kalim wanted to study something new? He was at his side to tutor him. Kalim wanted to go shopping in the city? He had to join him to make sure that he stayed safe.

  And boy, he was tired.

He already had so many chores to do even without those extra tasks, it was almost a miracle that he was able to manage his duties as vicehousewarden and his own school work, as time wasn't something abundant for him.

And he didn't need to add anything else to his already long list of things to do.

"I don't have time." He shut down Kalim as soon as he approached him.

"Pleaseee, you're the best at tutoring and they reeeeeally need help!"

"There are freshmen with good grades, they can ask their classmates."

"But they probably won't be as easy to understand as youuu..." The dorm leader said, a new idea going through his mind. "Besides, do you really want someone else spending so much time with them? It wouldn't be good for you."

Jamil suddenly looked at Kalim with urgency, an alarmed expression on his face.

"Kalim! We said you would make no comments about that!”

"And I won't say anything! But it could be a good opportunity for you."

The vicehousewarden remained silent.

"It would make you look cool."

"I don't care."

"You do."

"Kalim-"

“Maybe if you use the time you spend tutoring me?”

“And you think you’ll do fine with no help?”

“Of course.”

“No.” He sighed again. “I’ve got enough with school duties and preparations for parades, I don’t need-”

“Then I won’t make more parties!”

Jamil gazed at the dorm leader; a suspicious look being directed at him.

“You literally threw a party when Grim scored a 30 instead of 20 on a test, and you’re telling me you’ll stop with all of them?”

Kalim thought about the situation for a few seconds, he really enjoyed being able to celebrate and eat delicious food with all of his friends, but he had to sacrifice those moments for Jamil to have more free time to spend with the prefect.

“Of course.” He nodded, his usual cheerful smile on his face. “If it's for you to be with your crush, it’ll be alright!”

“…Please stop referring to (Y/n) as my crush.” The vicehousewarden asked plainly. “But if I don’t have to cook so much, I could help them to improve their grades, I guess.”

“YESSSS.”

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“Uh? Jamil said he could tutor me?” A confused prefect stared at the housewarden of Scarabia, his natural enthusiastic demeanor being even more noticeable as he smiled at the Ramshackle student.

“Yep! It would be very bad if you failed Trein’s class, so Jamil’s help will be enough for you to score 100 on every test from now on!”

“I don’t doubt it! Thank you very much, Kalim.”

“No worries~ Just make sure to stop by at Scarabia today, after class. See you later!” The second-year student smiled once again, as he started to walk to his next class.

“So, you actually got Jamil to help you? Very nice, prefect. Now, how do you plan on acting dumb for as long he tutors you?” Ace questioned, after he got out of his hiding place, inside of a nearby classroom.

“I’ve got no idea…”

After the classes of the day were finished, a nervous first-year student walked through the mirror of Scarabia, a small bag filled with their notes and books for the class.

"Hey, come in. Let's go to my room." Jamil pointed as soon as they arrived at the lounge of the dorm.

"Oh? Really? I thought we'd study here."

"That's an option, if you want to be interrupted every two seconds and have distractions left and right."

"But I wouldn't like to intrude on you; we can go to the library if it’s better for you.”

“Don’t worry, I’d rather stay here in case Kalim or any other students needs my help."

After 30 minutes of studying, (Y/n) felt their head was going to explode. It was rather difficult to pretend to listen to Jamil when all they had on their mind were the elegant and subtle moves he made as he flipped the pages of his books, the concentration on his gaze as he explained a rather complicated subject, and not to mention the way his lips moved graciously as he spoke the right words to explain things easily.

What kind of skincare routine did he have? What about his hair? It shouldn’t be possible that he naturally had such beauty, but then again, he looked so perfect even when he did the most mundane actions, the prefect keep wondering if-

“(Y/n)? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” He suddenly interrupted their thoughts, an annoyed expression on his face that didn’t seem genuine at all. “For you to come asking for help and then ignore what I tell you, quite bothersome you are sometimes…” The vicehousewarden sighed.

“Ah, sorry, I got lost. Could you repeat the last point of the lesson? I remember I couldn’t hear professor Trein that day because Grim kept demanding me to buy pastries after class, he wouldn’t leave me alone until I got him some candies from Sam’s store.”

“Fine, but pay attention. You’ve got an exam about this in a week, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think we’ll have enough time to cover all the contents, maybe we should focus on-”

“We’ll study everything, don’t worry. Let’s continue, then.”

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It was obvious to some students that the prefect of Ramshackle and the vicehousewarden of Scarabia had a special way of treating each other, even more for the members of his dorm.

However, after two weeks of studying together, everyone knew the kind of relationship they had.

After all, Jamil wasn’t someone recognized for a cheerful attitude or being especially nice to others, yet he looked so unusually delighted every time (Y/n) was in the room, it was clear for other students to understand the situation.

Yet, none of them seemed to be brave enough to take the next step, until that day.

  “So your classes with Jamil actually helped you? Share your tips with us prefect, don’t be shy to tell us.” Ace teased the prefect, as they observed with a pleased face the result of their test. 

A beautiful score of 100 was written on the top of the paper. 

They only let out a satisfied chuckle, as they put the exam inside the folder they had for History of Magic, filled with their notes and previous exams.

“Now that I remember, maybe we should get ready for P.E class, Vargas said we’re gonna have a practice with other classes today, and you know what that means...” Deuce interrupted the conversation, an alarmed expression on the first-years’ faces, who already knew how difficult was going to be the class that day.

“We better hurry up before he makes us run extra laps, let’s go.”

They made their way to the gym, but as soon as they reached the door of the room, a sudden agitated look could be seen on the prefect’s face.

“I forgot my folder at the cafeteria, I’ll go get it in a second, wait.”

They ran through the hallways until they arrived at the cafeteria, feeling confused as their folder was nowhere to be seen.

“Were you looking for this?”

(Y/n) knew that voice.

Great Seven, please tell me this is a joke…

They slowly turned around, only for them to see an angered look from the vicehousewarden of Scarabia. They could easily notice the tension on his body, and the frown that occupied his expression.

He still looks kind of cute, though…

Although it could have been better if he hadn’t been holding their previous exams in his hand, of course.

“So you’re telling you asked to tutor you, saying that you were almost failing Trein’s class, and made me put effort and time on something that WASN’T EVEN NECESSARY? Your lowest score was an 85, (Y/n)! Most of your exams are between 90 and 95!”

The prefect could only smile awkwardly at him, as they slowly reached Jamil to take the exams and folder from his hands.

“In my defense, I never scored 100 points before our study sessions, though…”

“(Y/n).”

“Sorry, sorry! I just didn’t have any other option!”

“Option for what?” He questioned, still with an irritated scowl on his features.

“To spend time with you-! Ah, I know it might sound dumb to you now, but you were so busy all the time, I didn't know how to get to be with you without anyone else interrupting... I'm aware that I made you waste your time by teaching me, I'm sorry for that."

Jamil didn't answer immediately.

He stared at (Y/n), wondering why would they make an excuse like that just to spend time with him, maybe...? No, probably it wasn't that.

Although a small voice in his head was hoping that it was because they felt the same as him.

"Why? You're welcome to Scarabia all the time, you know that."

"It's not the same." They answered, a faint blush on their cheeks. "When I get invited by Kalim, there's always a lot of people in the room...And I'd rather be only with you."

Soon enough, Jamil's face felt suddenly warm because of his bashful state, along with a surprised look as he stared back at the prefect.

“You are so dumb sometimes.” He mumbled, the frown coming back to his expression. “If you want to spend time with me, just tell me. It’s not that complicated…”

“Really?!”

“…Yeah.” Jamil mentally sighed, reminding himself that he should feel more annoyed at the prefect’s antics. But he didn’t.

“Perhaps you’d like to go outside the school this weekend, then? We can go watch a movie or visit a cafeteria, whatever you’d like to do.” (Y/n) quickly suggested in their sudden rush of confidence.

“Well, considering that now I don’t have to tutor anyone, I guess I have time.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

The Ramshackle student smiled widely, briefly kissing the cheek of the vicehousewarden as they bid him goodbye, running to their next class.

Jamil stood in the middle of the hallway, still feeling embarrassed as he lightly touched the spot they kissed a few seconds ago.

Maybe he was the one who actually learned something from the prefect.

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[thesunshineriptide]

hi hi! i love your series on twst characters in our world sm <33 could i request them realizing that this is what it felt like when you were sent to their world? and probably gaining (even more) respect for you? bc being sent to a new world is terrifying and kinda painful and really, really weird??? and the fact that mc just,,, went with it with only a little bit(?) of psychological damage is wild. there's not too much to say so it can be as short as you like :3!

What I’m hearing is that you want more angst and I am very happy to deliver. I’m two seconds from doing whumptober at this rate fkshdk

I ended up doing it in a oneshot format instead of regular headcanons, I hope that’s alright. This also wasn’t as angsty as anticipated but I might go back and do something similar that’s more angsty at a later date 🤍🤍🤍

The Wrong Side of Paradise

Characters: riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, vil, rook, Idia, malleus, Lilia

Cw// mild angst, mental health issues, sad vibes, hurt/comfort, arguing, yelling, fighting

For people who crave order, it’s incredibly hard to let go of everything you know and be thrown into something different. For the fantastical, being trapped in the mundane is torture. For the optimistic, knowing there’s no way you can return home on your own dashes hopes like bitters in a drink.

It’s been a week since their arrival in this new world, and everyone had finally had their breakdowns. Some sooner than others, some slower. The group of (mostly) teenagers sat quietly in their friends living room, silent in contemplation as soft classical music played. Their TV had a fireplace screen saver, in an attempt to make them feel more at home, since they had no fireplace, and it only worked a little. The ambient noise was a comfort, but when one would catch the screen out of the corner of their eye, they could no longer delude themself into everything being fine.

“I miss Ortho.” Idia finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper but the silence made it carry.

Some turned to look at him, others forced their gaze to the ground.

“I miss Silver and Sebek,” Lilia lamented, leaning toward Idia where they sat on the ground.

“I miss my idiot freshman.” Riddle admitted, fidgeting with his hands. He would never dream of doing either under normal circumstances, but he was simply as far away from his rules and his mother as he could be. What was there to stop him?

Floyd sighed. He was sitting cross legged on the floor, with Jade sitting on the couch behind him and Azul beside Jade. Floyd leaned back against Jade’s legs, looking tired, “This discussion is a bummer. Can’t we talk about something better?”

“Better? We’re stranded in a world, money-less, homeless, magicless, and with no concept of what this world is like outside of this house. What could possibly be a more important discussion than talking about it?” Jamil snapped, eyes narrowed on Floyd.

“Are you lookin’ to get squeezed, sea snake? Cause I could use some stress relief~”

“Enough.” Leona said firmly, blinking an eye open to look between them, “They’re both right. There’s no point in moping around, we gotta do what it takes to survive.”

“Easy for you to say, Kingscholar. You never cared about your life before, and it’s not like your kingdom will notice the spare prince missing.” Vil spat, gaze icy and hard.

“Guys, we shouldn’t fight about this.” Trey tried, attempting to reason.

Leona and Vil began to argue loudly while Floyd began crawling his way over to Jamil, who was climbing higher and higher on the couch in an attempt to get away from the former eel.

Malleus coughed to get their attention. This failed, however Riddle did notice and took action as well.

“ENOUGH!” He shouted, all eyes now on him, “Malleus has something he’d like to say.”

“Malleus as something he’d like to say.” Leona mocked in a high pitched voice while rolling his eyes.

Malleus paid him no attention, “You know, it seems as though there is one person who may be able to understand this plight we’re in that we haven’t consulted.”

Everyone looked confused before Malleus sighed and pointed in the direction of Yuu’s room.

“The prefect? But-“ Kalim began before cutting himself off, “Oh…”

The room went back to silence as they all looked away from each other, faces burning with shame, “Is this how-“

“What’s going on?” Yuu asked, stumbling from their room while rubbing their eyes, “I heard shouting, is everyone okay?”

They looked the most tired of everyone, despite being the one person asleep at the time.

Riddle’s face went red with embarrassment, “I apologize, Prefect, it was an attempt to- ah, prevent a fight.”

“You guys are fighting?” Yuu asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Again, I apologize-“

Yuu began to laugh, looking delighted, “No, no, this is good. I’m glad.”

“You’re…glad? That they’re trying to kill each other?” Idia asked, looking very worried.

“Not the killing each other part but,” they took in a deep breath and let out a little sigh, “You all haven’t been acting right for a week. And fighting each other is kind of the NRC pastime, so in my book you guys fighting is a win.”

The group went silent for a minute. Ruggie began to laugh, then so did a few others.

“I guess you’re right, Herbivore.” Leona admitted, chuckling just a little.

“It’s how we show affection.” Floyd added, finally snagging Jamil’s ankle and pulling him to the ground. He put him in a headlock, laying half of his bodyweight on the poor vice housewarden, who struggled.

“Help me-“

“Floyd, be gentle with Jamil, please.” Jade said, hiding a smile behind his hand, “you know how fragile humans can be.”

Malleus beaconed Yuu over, who sleepily grinned at him, “What can I do for you, Hornton?”

Malleus’s face fell for a quick moment at the mention of his horns, but returned when he remembered the nickname, “We we’re discussing how…difficult it is to adjust to living here. Without magic.” He said quietly, “I thought you may understand that issue best of us.”

Yuu looked soft, eyes melting into sympathy as they nodded, “Yeah, I do.” They said before turning back to everyone else, “I know exactly what it’s like. And I’m so sorry any of you have to go through this. Especially because of me…”

Kalim got up and pulled Yuu into a hug, “It’s worth it, Yuu. And besides, Crowley won’t leave us here forever. And even if we are…” he began, but let the thought die.

Everyone had an expression of pain or misery on their face. Most people were curled up with someone else. Vil and Rook were cuddled close on the couch, Leona and Ruggie were close to each other on the floor. Malleus and Lilia both sat right by the couch, leaning on it, while Azul, Jade, and Idia sat on it. Jamil and Floyd were forcibly cuddled on the floor, while Trey and Riddle sat together in an oversized armchair.

Yuu watched them from where their head rested on Kalim’s shoulder and smiled, “You won’t be stuck here. I promise. Even if I have to travel the world for a solution, I won’t keep you away from your homes.”

Lilia stood up, stretching his back for a moment before going over to the lamps and turning them off one by one, “I think it’s time we get some rest, my friends.”

The group let out a series of grumbles either for or against this notion, but Yuu merely laughed.

“Time to split up, I suppose. Whoever beats me to my room can have the bed tonight!” They announced, dashing for their room as the room began to darken.

Floyd, Jamil, Jade, and Ruggie all got up to run after Yuu, trying to beat them to the doorway.

In the end, the five that ran tugged the mattress to the floor and made a pillow fort, sharing it, while those in the living room did something similar with the couch cushions.

[olivyh]

I straight up thought this was a jamil blog at first. Anyways I'm going to make that a little more true.

Jamil x reader but I really liked the language barrier thing you did, so here's something like that.

The whole magical translator thing breaks. That's it. That's the fic. Do what you will from this point on.

A/N: It might as well become a Jamil blog at this point haha! I'm surprised at how many jamil lovers there are here (not that I'm disappointed, he's one of my fav charas!). I aoso just found a made-up language generator online bc I'm too lazy to come up with new words ;;;;; Also, I didn't know how to make this seem so, but all of the italicized lines are in Arabic! If you/your mc speaks Arabic, then it's in the twst universe's version of Arabic!

Jamil groans softly as sunlight seeps through the curtains which sway in the breeze and cast the room in dimmed reds and golds. The person in his arms shifts slightly, likely awoken by his sudden movement. He hushes them gently, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of their head, smiling softly when he notices how they bury their face in his chest and their grip on his waist tightens.

"Good morning, my love," He whispers, running his hand along their side gently as they giggle from the feeling. They shift slightly in his arms, gazing up at him with weary eyes, still glazed with sleep as they rest their head on his bicep, fiddling with the edges of his tanktop with their deft hands.

"Veex quekninv-" Jamil snorts.

"What does that mean?" He chuckles against their hair, only to pull back when their face is laced with confusion, eyebrows knitted on their forehead as they tilt their head slightly.

"Ftuh?"

"Baby, it's too early for this," He sighs, sitting up and stretching finally. His door is swung open and slams against the wall with a loud thud, making him let out a sharp gasp as the peace of the morning is broken by the heir of the Al-Asim fortune himself, looking much more distressed than usual.

"Jamil!" The other boy rushes towards the bed, panting softly. "Something's wrong!"

"What?" Jamil sits up, swinging out of bed with an agility only obtained from years of protecting the boy in front of him from assassins and intruders. He reaches for his magical pen, instinctively pushing the boy and his lover behind him as he glares at the doorway. "Stand back."

"No! Not that!" Kalim pulls his arm back, audibly gulping. "Something's wrong with the whole school! Nobody can understand anyone else!"

"W-what?!"

"Yeah! I tried to talk to Azul and-"

"Azul?!"

"Just listen!" Kalim shoves his phone in Jamil's face as the other boy tries to smother the annoyance that threatens to burst from his chest, a migraine already forming at the base of his skull.

"Azul?" From the speaker sounds a series of clicks and hisses. "Azul, this isn't fucking funny. I'm serious, stop trying to get Kalim involved in your-" More clicks, this time sounding annoyed laced with a long hiss at the end. Another voice joins the fray, this one Jamil can only recognize as his teammate's. Floyd's clicks are much quicker and louder, with more sharp hisses and chirps thrown in. "Just hang up."

"That's the mer language!"

"I know-" Jamil sits on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It was a prank."

"It's happening all over the school. I was only able to speak with Leona, but apparently the whole school is struggling. I can't uderstand Cater or Lilia at all-"

"Like they're speaking another language?"

"Yes!"

"Ftuh uko chea vachj juchinv? Ftuh'j veinv en?" His lover sits up, placing themselves beside him and running a worried hand over his arm.

"It's okay," He speaks slowly, trying to convey as much as possible to them. He makes a little 'ok' symbol with his hand. "The spell is broken." He points towards his magic pen, followed by a shake of his head as he stands, hrowing on his sweatshirt as he allows his magic to fix his hair.

"You think it's really broken?" Kalim asks.

"Why are you worried?" Jamil retorts, harsh even to his ears. He takes a deep breath. "You speak enough languages to understand everyone decently."

"B-but-" He gulps and shakes his head. "We can't understand them-" Kalim motions towards Jamil's lover, who stares at them curiously. "Shouldn't you be more worried?"

"Of course I'm worried," Jamil admits. "But it'll be back soon. We can understand each other fine."

Kalim nods before leavng the room with a soft apology. Jamil turns to the other student in the room, watching them button their shirt and adjust their blazer.

"My love," They mutter. "Good morning. Good. Tired. Cook. Dinner. Damn. Stupid eel." Jamil grins. A part of him feels elated at the prospect of them picking up his mutters, attempting to learn bits of his language. Another part feels guilty that he hadn't learned any of theirs.

"Understand?"

"Understand. Little." They make a small motion with their fingers as he chuckles, pulling them close by their waist and pressing a kiss to their lips, hoping to convey all his unspoken thoughts, words that have to wait until the spel is back in place. He pulls away from them for a moment, looking towards the open door and sighing. Jamil looks back to his lover and they nod, already rummaging through his drawers to pull out the clothes they started leaving there ever since they'd first started dating (a constant reminder that they always had a home in Scarabia).

He throws on his uniform, giving his lover a small wave as he leaves the room and allows them the extra time to get ready in private. Jamil takes note of the near chaos of Scarabia- some students speaking in one language only to recieve an answer in a completely different one. Some students had resorted to using over-the-top hand motions to get their points across, loudly shouting one word in their native language while acting it out in some odd impromptu game of charades. Out of the corner of his eye he takes notice of Kalim attempting to communicate with some of the students who spoke the same language as him (although Jamil noticed how much the heir was struggling, getting one language mixed with another and forgetting who spoke what). Jamil mentally prepares himself for the day ahead, knowing all too well that he would be heading back to his room at the end of the day defeated with a headache that could split mountains.

The boy couldn't help but worry about how the day would play out, repeating imaginary scenarios over and over in his head. The pit in his somach grew as he became increasibgly anxious about how him and his lover would communicate. Would it go as smoothly as it did this morning? Were they truly able to understand each other without a single word spoken?

As he puls out the cuting board, he couldn't help but allow his mind to wander to what could be, what could happen due to this spell.

Relax, he tries to tell himself, you're overthinking things again, the reasonable side of him argues. The other side, the one that needs to have every moment planned and every breath counted, tells him otherwise, taunting him as he slowly slices up the vegetables and places them onto a separate plate.

Warm arms around his waist pull him from his stupor as he jolts, tuning to see the student in question burying their face between his shoulder blades. Their grip on him tightens as he twists and attempts to embrace them, only to be met with their shy giggle.

"You-" He sighs, chuckling and ignoring the heat that creeps up his neck. He wants to ask them what would happen if someone saw (it was all an act, they both knew. Nothing would truly happen to him if someone saw just how soft they made him) but he knew it would all be in vain.

They separate from him for a moment, grabbing a knife of their own and helping him tear and slice the vegetables. The kitchen is filled with the soft sound of the knife hitting the cutting board, dull thunking in the silent room. Occasionally they would shift and bump their shoulder into his, making his head turn as their eyes would meet for a split second. So many words spoken in two languages, each one alien to the other person.

In that moment, those words warped through translation, spoken in the same breathless gasp that they shared when their eyes would meet and the others' lips would quirk in a small smile before continuing what the other was doing.

Soon they fell into a comfortable, silent pattern. Jamil would shift from one side to the other, and his partner would weave between him and the stove to reach something else. They would both be met with nothing more than shy brushes of the hand or the breezes that would graze the other's face as they would move a little too quickly.

Soon enough, they had an assortment of dishes for all the Scarabia residents, all lined up on the massive table that sat in the middle of the kitchen.

Jamil looks over to his lover as they smile, placing the final knife in the sink as they turn to him and smile so brightly he swore even the sun as it shone through the open window had dimmed in comparison. He smiles softly, holding their hand in his own gently and kissing the back (he hoped that communicated enough thank you's for all their help).

Their shy chuckle was enough to lift his spirits as he held them close, winding one arm around their waist (an action they once told him reminded them of a snake surrounding it's prey, something he was once embarrassed about, until he believed it to be a protective action more of anything).

Pressing a kiss to their forehead, the nagging voice in the back of his skull was silenced. They didn't need to speak the same language to understand one another, their routines and actions spoke loudly enough. Jamil wished he'd been more confident in that fact, a small part of him disappointed in his thoughts.

"Jamil!" A shrill voice called from the living room, making the other boy groan loudly. "I invited Azul over to help us understand our Mer students and he's on his way!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

[diavolosbaby]

Twisted Wonderland request. I'm in my 30s now so I'd be old enough to be a teacher but what if we stepped that up to a guidance counselor? y/n would be a crucial part in the overblot students' therapy. it doesn't have to be romantic just something that was on my mind

Being the NRC guidance counselor

Characters: overblotters

Genre: angst a bit? Reverse comfort, platonic, maternal figure more than friend or lover

Format: one big paragraph mess (just my thoughts on how’d it go)

Pronouns: they/them (gn reader)

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Being the NRC guidance counselor would include some things that aren’t exactly in your line of work. For example, deadly tantrums (the overblots). Crowley would hire you right after the first overblot and have an assembly introducing you. When you go up to speak and tell your intentions, no one really takes you seriously. But when Leona’s over blot happens and in such a public setting, people start getting tense. You want to help, so you send out a survey and have everyone fill it out. You look at the results and talk to individual students. In fact, you spoke to Azul before his overblot. He didn’t say anything concerning, but you knew better. He wasn’t being open. You didn’t blame him, he didn’t know you. After his overblot though you started noticing the pattern in the overblots. It was the house wardens. So of course your next target was Kalim. You stayed over the holidays to watch him and noticed him acting differently than how everyone had described him. Of course, since two new students always seem to be with the overblotters and they only started when they came along, you brought that up with Crowley. He dismissed it and you didn’t bother bringing up your suspicions to him again. He never listened. What threw you off is when The vice housewarden overblotted and not the housewarden. You thought this job wasn’t for you, investigating wasn’t the job for a guidance counselor anyway. No one would blame you if you looked for work elsewhere. You were almost going to throw in the towel, until a student willingly knocked on your door and asked if you had the time. You were ecstatic, they actually had problems they wanted to talk about. With you! That student was Vil shoenheit. You listened and you gave him solutions and similar situations such as his. He came in annoyed and left relieved. You thought it was going well, until he overblotted as well. You were in the dirt, you didn’t prevent anything. But hey, more people willingly come to talk to you now and you schedule weekly sessions with the students who overblot. You track their progress on growing as a person and offer them a place on campus if they just need to calm down. You talk riddle down, You reassure Azul, Vil, and Idia, you build up Jamil and Malleuses’ self identity. Even if Leona takes advantage of your office and takes naps there because he needa a “mental health break”. It was a mess at first, but you’re really helping. You can feel it. They don’t feel like going to you is a drag anymore, they go to you happily because they know you can help them.

[xochitai]

There's a knock on the door in the middle of the night, and when he opens it, the person standing there is exactly who he thought it would be. "Can-"

"Yeah, yeah. Just get in here."

"Thanks!" He flops onto the bed. "It's always easier to sleep in your room."

"Can't imagine why." He mutters.

"Because you're in it!"

"...go to sleep."

[linkemon]

Arabian Nights (Kalim Al-Asim x Reader)

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ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟ-ᴀsɪᴍ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] - ᴀ ᴛʜɪᴇғ ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟs. ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ sᴄᴀʟᴅɪɴɢ sᴀɴᴅs.

ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ɪs ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴀᴅɪɴ ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇ.

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ᴄᴀɴᴏɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʟɪᴍ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴀᴍɪʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇɴɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴғɪʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴏʏs ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀsᴀ (ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ).

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

[Reader] looked around. The crescent moon provided enough light for her to see that her watch wasn't over yet. The guards patrolling the beautiful water garden passed by the pools and fountains, vigilantly scanning the area. They already knew her spell. She wasn't going to make the mistake she made when she first discovered she could do magic. When she swung something that looked like an expensive pen that fateful day, she had no idea what awaited her. Sparks of magic flew from the tip. She didn't know that what she stole was a magic pen. Over time, she slowly managed to master simple commands by watching others do it legally. She figured out everything by trial and error. But no one taught her how to become invisible. It was something that just came out on itself. She immediately tried it when trying to steal and it was a mistake. The salesman at the booth noticed her and she had to run away from the city guard. Since then she has realized a few things. This spell never lasted long. And once she used it in someone's presence, it never worked again. So now she was hiding on the roof of the Asim family residence, waiting to be able to leave it peacefully.

She opened the old and worn bag, examining the contents. Precious stones glittered in the dark night. Like the jeweled lamp. The girl smiled to herself. This will make her rich for several years. No more risking arrest. She stroked the largest of the rubies tenderly. Suddenly the stone fell from her hand. She reached out to catch it but it rolled across the roof and landed on the balcony just below her. She held her breath. The gem made a small sound as it fell onto the mosaic before sliding somewhere else. However, there was no indication that anyone was interested in it. She carefully poked her hea out, trying to look down. No voices came from the room. There were no lights on in it either. She bit her lip in thought. Maybe she should have left it where it was. On the other hand, it is better that no one knows that a theft has taken place for as long as possible. She took a deep breath and quickly climbed down to the balcony. She landed softly and moved towards the door. She cast a spell on herself. Caution never hurt anyone. She began nervously searching the woven rugs decorating the room. In the middle was a large golden bed with a huge red canopy. She looked under them. It was there that she found her lost item.

— Umm...Excuse me? — The voice scared her so much that she hit her head on the bed. She quickly crawled out from under it, wanting to escape where she came from. Unfortunately, a boy stood in her way.

By the looks of it, he could have been her age or slightly younger. His white hair fell slightly in front of his face, so he tied it with a headband. Red eyes stared at her expectantly. He was wearing ordinary clothes. The cream sweater fluttered slightly due to the night wind coming from the door to the balcony. The same one that, unfortunately for her, he had just closed. He must have been someone important. Gold bracelets and earrings, as well as small tattoos on her arms let her know about it.

What to say? Think of something! Her heart was beating like crazy. She couldn't run out into the corridor. She's already been through it once. The guard still hasn't changed. They will definitely notice her right away. She felt hot.

— Oh my! Sorry. I didn't want to scare you. — The boy walked up to her, grabbed her hand and touched her forehead where she had hit herself. — I guess you'll be fine.

Is he serious? [Reader] looked at him in disbelief.  

— I returned to the room faster because someone apparently broke into the vault. The guards told me to stay here. What a bore! — He threw himself on the bed.  

Oh no! That was the worst! She really should get out of here as soon as she could. Especially since she now knew who was in the room with her. There was only one person that age for whom everyone in the mansion would be on alert. After so many attacks, this was understandable. Many people were wanting to take his life. Kalim Al-Asim. The oldest heir to the vast fortune of a merchant family renowned throughout Scalding Sands. And although he had plenty of siblings, they were definitely younger than him. It had to be him.

— Will you play with me? — he asked, which completely threw her off her rhythm.  

— Play... with you? — the girl made sure, not fully understanding the meaning of the strange request.  

Apparently he hadn't realized yet that she was a thief. She couldn't risk rushing towards the balcony. Otherwise, he could have informed the adults immediately. She had to get her bearings.  

— I saw your bag and thought you were a cleaning lady. All my previous cleaners agreed to play with me in exchange for gems. — Kalim hugged the stuffed parrot. — So what will it be?  

She looked down and mentally cursed herself. In her rush, she forgot to zip up her bag. Maybe that saved her after all.

For some reason she felt a little sad. The boy in front of her had everything. Family, a roof over your head and warm food every day. And yet, despite this, he had no one to play with. So much so that he had to pay someone for it. Worse still, she was almost certain that the adult employees were taking advantage of his naivety to make money off of him.

She was about to reply that she didn't have time when suddenly something tickled her leg. She barely held back a scream as she spun around violently.  

— You can't! Sit down! — Kalim stood up and waved his finger threateningly.  

Meanwhile, [Reader] was shocked. She thought she would see a dog or another animal. But what she saw was an embroidered rug that flipped in the air and then rested politely at her feet. From time to time its fringes waved, trying to touch her again.  

— Is that a flying carpet?  

— Yes. — Kalim smiled.  

A sudden thought appeared in her head. So brilliant that she almost fell in love with it. This could solve all her problems.  

— How about we take a ride on it for fun? — She walked towards the balcony door.  

— But... I should stay inside today... because it's dangerous. — Kalim looked torn.  

She looked at him carefully. All his emotions were clearly visible. He certainly rarely questioned the rules. And if so, it's probably only unconsciously.  

— Just for a moment. Nobody will notice us. — [Reader] sat down on the carpet.  

The fringes waved eagerly.  

— I wouldn't want you to get hurt if it's not safe — the boy confessed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.  

[Reader] felt a blush rising to her cheeks. Was this supposed to be the great heir to the fortune? The rich and spoiled kid she just robbed? The idiot met her a few minutes ago and immediately trusted her. Moreover, he was worried about her instead of himself, even though she played the role of an ordinary employee. The bag weighed like a stone on her shoulder. She had no choice. She pushed away the uncomfortable thoughts. She had to get out of here. It was a priority.  

— If you're so worried about me, come with me.  

She knew immediately that she had nailed it. If he cared about others more than himself, he would follow her. She had met few such people in her entire life on the city streets but they did happen. They were usually the victims of theft.  

The boy took a deep breath and opened the door. He sat down right in front of her.  

— You should grab onto something — he said, grabbing the front fringes.  

— I'll give it a try... — [Reader] didn't have time to finish the sentence.  

The carpet moved so fast that it took her breath away. The air rush was amazing. Instinctively, she grabbed Kalim's waist. Otherwise she would definitely fall. She clung to his back, afraid to open her eyes. The soft sweater smelled of coconut. It was strange but quite pleasant.  

— Hey, there's nothing to be afraid of! — The boy shouted over the wind. — The carpet won't let you fall off.  

In response to his words, the fabric tickled her hand playfully. She swallowed and tentatively opened first one eye, then the other.  

The view was beautiful. A crescent moon reigned over them. They left behind the Asim family residence. The city below glittered with hundreds of lights. From above she could see the familiar, bright buildings. The market was bustling with nightlife. The dancers were organizing a festival. Dressed in traditional costumes, they entertained tourists. The music of flutes and drums filled the air. And beyond the walls stretched a sand wasteland. She saw an oasis and palm trees a few miles away. A few caravans were crossing the last stretches of the road with their camels. They probably came to celebrate or sell rare goods.

— Could you take me home?! she asked. — I'm done with my shift!  

It was an outright lie but she couldn't think of anything better.  

— Of course! — her companion shouted back.  

She showed him the direction. Home wasn't exactly the best description of where she lived. But she didn't know what else to tell him. A makeshift bedroom at the top of an abandoned building was the only thing she could afford. It almost never rained in this city. Luckily for her. Otherwise, she would often sleep among puddles because the roof was leaky. However, she had enough protection against the heat of hot days, which was more than nothing.

— Hold on tight!  

Before she knew what was happening, the top became a bottom. The magical vehicle did a somersault. Her stomach lurched into her throat. On one hand it was exciting but on the other it was terrifying.  

They landed on one of the neighboring roofs. [Reader] stepped off the carpet, feeling her legs go weak. Kalim quickly grabbed her around the waist, saving her from falling.  

— This happens after the first flight. — He grinned.  

— Listen, I… — the girl began, staring at her feet.  

How was she supposed to tell him this? Make excuses? Or maybe it's better not to? She should shut up and just go away. Except he was so honest... And now that she knew him, she was consumed with guilt. Kindness just poured out of him. He didn't deserve what she did to him.  

— I robbed you… — She held out her bag. — Sorry. We came here because I wanted to escape.  

— I know — Kalim replied calmly. It was like they were having a chat about the weather. — Unfortunately, I have to take the lamp because Dad likes it very much but you can keep the rest.  

The cheerful expression never left his face.  

— What? — [Reader] was absolutely stunned.  

— I figured you probably needed all this more than I did. — He smiled warmly and handed the valuables back to her. — Would you like to meet up for a carpet ride again?  

— After all this, you still want... — Yes, that's what he was like. This shouldn't surprise her. — Yes, of course. I'll be waiting at the same time tomorrow.  

— Cool. He hugged her goodbye, which gave her a strange, pleasant feeling. — I almost forgot. I haven't introduced myself but you probably already know who I am. — Kalim received an affirmative nod as he mounted the carpet. — I didn't ask for your name.  

— [Reader].  

— See you then, [Reader]. - With these words he disappeared into the darkness of the night.  

***

— Hurry up, Jamil. You have to show me the campus! — Kalim exclaimed excitedly.  

Happy as always. Even when there was nothing to be happy about.  

— You should unpack first. — His friend sighed loudly.  

The job will probably fall to him. As always. After all, that's what he was. Servant. Following Asim's family even when he desperately wanted to get away from them. Just when he finally thought he would have peace, his family's employers bribed the school so that their son could attend it. Not to mention the fact that he didn't fit here at all. And came two months after the semester started.  

— Where are you in such a hurry? — Viper asked, reluctantly following the boy.  

— I haven't seen [Reader] since she got into the Royal Sword Academy. She said she would wait for me in the courtyard!

Night Raven College rarely had visitors from a rival school. Usually only during sports games or music competitions. But that wasn't the strangest thing. Where could Kalim meet anyone new that Jamil didn't even know about? He knew everything about him.

— Why is this the first time I've heard of [Reader]? — he asked panicked, trying to catch up with Kalim.  

He had to find out who it was. No one could spoil his plans.