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katskitoshi · 9 months
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"JUST WANNA BRAID YOUR HAIR!" with TWISTED WONDERLAND
synopsis: you really wanna braid your dearest, pretty boy boyfriend's hair!
characters: leona, jamil, & vil x gn! reader
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leona kingscholar, dorm leader of savanaclaw.
leona was obviously asleep on your lap, and from the position he was in, you had easy access to his very messy hair. its not that you wanted to necessarily style it, it's messiness was part of its charm. you just wanted to fix his braids since they were annoyingly loose.
you begin to undo one side, then start re-braiding it. the other side is much more tangled and its inevitable to not accidentally pull his hair a bit. as you're half-way through the second one, you feel a wrist tightly grab your hand, stopping you in your tracks.
"never noticed you woke up, leona." a soft scoff left leona's lips before loosening his grip on your wrist, but not enough for you to continue braiding.
"with you pulling my hair so hard, how could i not?" he yawns, "anyways, what are you doing with my hair anyways?" "re-braiding it, it was about to come undone."
leona rolls his eyes and removed his hand from your wrist, allowing you to braid his hair. as you continue, leona drifts back to sleep after a soft kiss on his forehead from you.
jamil viper, vice-dorm leader of scarabia.
you watch jamil cook in the kitchen as his hair flies around. even in its ponytail, it manages to get in his way. at some point, when he's not busy with cooking anything, you call him over to you.
you tell him to turn around and he gives you a questioning look. "why?" you roll your eyes and chuckle. "could you just do it? please?" jamil sighs and turns around as he's told. you get up from your seat and walk directly behind him.
he tries to turn his head back, but you tell him to keep looking forward. his shoulder tense, confused by your plans. jamil finally relaxes as he feels your fingers comb through his hair a few times before braiding it.
jamil realizes you're helping him, and flusters slightly. "there ya' go, millie! now it's easier for you to cook." you put your hands on your hips and smile at your work.
he lets out a small smile and chuckles. "thank you, dear." he gives you a little kiss on your cheek before making it back to the kitchen.
vil schoenheit, dorm leader of pomefiore.
"-no." "pleasee?" "no." "pleaseee?" "[name], no." "come on vil! pleaseeee~?" vil sighs and rubs his temple. he looks down at you and your pleading face before sighing again.
"fine." you thank him and push him down on his chair then straddle his lap. after days of convincing, vil has finally let you braid his hair! you start by undoing his already done braids and tilting his head up so you can have a better angle while you do it.
vil stares at you in all your ethereal beauty as you begin to re-braid his hair. the soft, determined smile on your face makes makes him blush. surprisingly, you're not as bad as he thought.
your hands delicately weave through his hair, braiding it and putting it in his neatly tied usual hairstyle. you get off his lap and turn the chair he's sitting on to his mirror.
he turns his head around, admiring your work. he gives off a light chuckle. vil gets out his chair and pecks your lips. "you're actually pretty good at this. gut gemacht, liebling."
"gut gemacht, liebling" translates to "well done, darling."
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sprite-writes-fanfic · 3 months
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Hi, I'm appearing again, if it doesn't bother you I would like to make a request to Leona (you can already see the favoritism) And Jamil, in which the reader, despite having several suitors and admirers, chose them as her boyfriend, please (my boys need to receive love)
Hello, welcome back :} I can do that!
Word Count: 1301
CW: Reader is AFAB but pronouns aren’t really used, as always you are referred to as ‘you’. No warnings, just fluff! :)
Being the only female in an-all boys school, you could say it was rough. Not only did boys pick on you to make you out as ‘weak’, but there were some with a weird hero complex, and some who just wanted you for romantic reasons or worse… You didn’t wanna think about it, but Grim?
Grim could make a profit off of this.
Oh the smart and powerful Grim… He was selling your stuff behind your back such as; old pencils you couldn’t use anymore, old clothes you had thrown out, even your tissues! Who was that obsessed with you to buy it?! You’d be a little surprised. While he was at it, he was also trying to find you a rich boyfriend! When you found out, he’d make up excuses of, “Well we have money now for clothes and food! Aren’t I smart?!” He slept on the couch that night.
Well, remember how I mentioned he was trying to find you a rich boyfriend? Well… The next morning there was a bunch of suitors in front of the Ramshackle, and you nearly wanted to strangle Grim when you realized he was trying to put you through some damn speed-dates!
While Grim was yapping on and on to the ‘contestants’, you managed to slip away out the back window, hurrying off to escape the madness.
So much for a relaxing weekend.
Now you found yourself sitting in the school library, at least you’d find some peace there. As you sat there, a familiar voice would come from behind you…
[Leona Kingscholar]
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“Oi, Herbivore.” The familiar gruff voice from Leona came up from behind you, the lazy lion leaning against you a moment, making you look back at him, “Hey Leona, I thought you’d be in your dorm.” You greet with a small smile, making him sigh.
“Ruggie basically chased me out. He wanted me to attend that damned dorm-leader meeting… Such a pain in the ass.” He’d growl, before peering at you, once resting his head on your shoulder, “What about you? You obviously seem to be here for a reason.”
“Grim.” You sigh, “That damned cat, I love him but sometimes he drives me up the damn wall! He’s been selling old stuff of mine to some secret admirers and then he was gonna put me up to speed-dating and bring ‘contestants’ to our dorm.” You rub your temples, “The moment I saw one on our front porch I nearly had a heart-attack. But… Well I’ll leave Grim to deal with them.”
You look over to see Leona’s gaze boring into your’s catching you off guard, he was really listening? You’d think he’d doze off by now… But I guess not. And the way he attentively stared at you, you could help but blush. “Hm…” he hums, thinking, “I have a solution.”
You gave him a look, wanting him to elaborate further, to which he only really leaned closer and nuzzled into you, rubbing his scent onto you. “Leona— What’re you doing?” You ask, face growing red, “Claiming you, no one will come near you if you're already claimed, right?” He asks, glancing up at you. “Leona…?” You furrowed your eyebrows, making him groan in a bit of frustration, “All I’m saying is if you were my mate, then nobody else would try to claim you.” He averted his gaze quickly, his own face slowly growing a bit red.
“Is this your way of asking me out?” You ask, now slightly teasing him. He gave a short glare, “So what if I am?” He grumbled, making you let out a soft chuckle, “Just ask normally.” You reach up and scratch behind his ear, making him melt against you. “But… It’s a yes from me.” You lean up and press your lips against his warm cheek, making a small purr noise come out of him. You giggled softly and couldn’t help but feel all warm inside.
Guess there was something to come out of this weekend, and you didn’t expect it to be a boyfriend.
[Jamil Viper]
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“Prefect?” Jamil seemed slightly surprised to see you, “Jamil?” You returned the same confusion and sat up. “What’re you doing here?” He asked now, making you shoot back, “Could ask you the same thing.” You gave him a playful smile, making him roll his eyes at you.
“Well it’s rather simple, to help Kalim pass his next test, I’ve taken the liberty, as always, to help him pass.” He explained, and to be honest, you weren’t surprised, Jamil’s life really does revolve around Kalim after all. “I see.” You say, “I’m just here to escape my damn cat and his stupid plans.” You sigh.
Jamil’s curiosity was spiked and he couldn’t help but ask, “And what was his plan?” You let out a groan and rubbed your temples, “To get me a rich boyfriend so living would be easier, but I have to focus on studying, and plus, I don’t want my love life to be picked out for me.” You vented out your frustrations and sighed. Jamil was silent for a moment, this was his chance to spend more time with you of course…
“You and Kalim have the same class right? History class? You have an upcoming test… Why don’t you come with me and I can help you both study for it?” He offers, and honestly, you were a little surprised he’d offer. Oh well, you did need to study, a little studying never hurt anybody, “Sure.” You stand, “Let’s go study.”
A long study session that almost felt torturous, Jamil was a harsh teacher, and he wouldn’t give up on you until you knew the answer. Man, you didn’t expect it at all, but hey, at least you and Kalim felt a little smarter. During a small break in studying, you and Kalim got into talking while Jamil went to grab you guys some snacks.
You were talking to Kalim about the whole Grim finding you a ‘suitor’ situation and Kalim seemed to light up, “Oh! Well you and Jamil like each other, why not date him and tell Grim you already found someone!” You paused, and so did Jamil who was just walking in, both of your faces growing red. “Kalim.” Jamil said sternly, the grip on the tray of snacks and tea growing tighter.
Watching his reaction and quick to not really think about it, as you didn’t want to see Kalim get yelled at, you were quick to say, “Yeah— Maybe we should.”
Silence. Pure silence.
Jamil’s flustered face stared at you for a moment, before Kalim was quick to laugh and stand up, “I’ll leave you two to it!” He says all giddy, dancing his way out of the room, leaving you and Jamil alone.
It took a moment, but finally one of you said something, “So… Is it true?” You ask, “Do you like me too?” Jamil sighs, “Yes, I do.” He says finally, setting down the tray and sitting beside you, “I just… Couldn’t find it in myself to tell you because I am aware that my job with Kalim doesn’t leave me a lot of time to myself.” He says softly, “And I feel like you deserve someone who can give you that time…”
You smile and shake your head, placing your hand on his, “Jamil, you’d know we could always make time for each other, right?” He looked a little unsure and so you’d reassure him, “I know Kalim wouldn’t mind if you took some time off from time to time so we can spend some time together.” You smiled, leaning in, “So how about it? Can we give it a try?”
Jamil was silent for a moment before he leaned his forehead against yours, smiling fondly, “Yeah… I’d like that.”
Waaah, sorry guys, Leona’s was a bit shorter, I couldn’t find a whole lot of inspiration with his, but I still feel like becoming a couple would be pretty laidback with him anyways. Also the cute idea of Kalim blurting everything out was too silly to pass up. Hope you enjoyed! Cya next time!
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Jamil Viper fluffy headcanon
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Jamil would be really hungry for touch.
Even if he doesn't realize it himself at first.
Your touch would feel really nice.
Jamil would really love that.
He would be the type to express more affection in private.
Holding hands in public would be a thing.
Otherwise, Jamil would save touching private moments.
Unless he was jealous.
Then public PDA would be the thing.
Jamil kisses would be very needy at first.
He would want your attention to be only on him.
But over time they would become much gentler.
Jamil would like to spend a lot of time with you.
That would calm him down.
It feels like his room has become your room too.
How did you get permission?
Well… sometimes magic would be useful ;)
You often slept together.
Snip snap snappy snap.
(And this is the sound you hear when you cut the NSFW parts out of the fanfic)
Jamil would be a variable big or small spoon.
Sometimes she would need your love.
And that there would be someone in the world for whom he would be number one.
And sometimes he would like to give you more love and appreciation back.
Jamil would also love for you to play with his hair.
And he would definitely want to do your hair too…
(If you had hair)
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random-twst-things · 1 year
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Mc/Y/N/Yuu and Jamil in the scarabia kitchen cooking:
*spider starts to crawl down the ceiling*
Mc/Y/N/Yuu:....there's a spider *points to it*
Jamil: *looks* SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME DO EVEN DO!?
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: KILL IT, DUH
Jamil: WHY ME!? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SAW IT FIRST SO YOU KILL IT
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: YOU'RE THE MAN!!
Jamil, suddenly in a dress: since when...?
Mc/Y/N/Yuu, under their breath: damm, magical possessing pricks *grumble: jdjjanaknska*
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Author's note:
I swear I love him but it's not possible to NOT make fun of his fear of roaches and bugs even when he has magic 😭
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ginneko0 · 1 year
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House play...
Playing house in kindergarten with diasomnia boys. Where:
Y/n: wife
Malleus: husband (with a successful job)
Silver: son
Lilia: mischievous woman who kidnap kids and then raise them with love.
Sebek: puppy (who bark every one besides Malleus)
A/n: if anybody want to write or add up things here, don't hesitate to blog or comment my friend.
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natewriteslol · 9 months
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Scarabia getting Jealous
Warnings: gender neutral reader
Kalim:
-It’s incredibly difficult to get Kalim jealous, I mean he’s not stupid but he is quite oblivious to a majority of things.
-So when you’re partying in Scarabia, seperating to get a drink whilst everyone is dancing something caught his ruby eyes. A man had come and caressed your shoulder, his posture and face looking sleezy.
-Maybe it was just a friend! But you didn’t look like you knew him...
-So that caused him to just go up and take you away from the entire situation since you looked uncomfortable. But the man did not want to leave you alone and was persistent
- “What do you think we’re doing we were having a conversation, you brat?”
- “Do you, know who I am? You must be confused but I am dorm leader, Kalim Al-Asim, apart of the Al-Asim family and host of this party. If you could just please step back from my wonderful partner that would be great!” Kalim explained, but his tone didn’t sound like he was sharing a fun fact
-It sounded like a threat.
- “C’mon Y/N I’ve gotta show you something!” Kalim giggled, steering you outside, toward one of the balconies of the Scarabia dorm and as soon as you stepped on Kalim let out a whistle, taking you away from the sandy terrain on a magic carpet.
- “I’m sorry for being so abrupt I just...I got a little mad watching that guy be all touchy with you” the white-haired boy said looking off into the distance.
-You giggled at his slight pout before questioning, “Kalim, are you jealous?”
- He sighed before he looked at you, “...A little- don’t be mad at me!” he begged, waving his hands.
-You laughed at him, picking him up by his shoulders, “Kalim there’s nothing for me to be mad about, and nothing for you to worry about,” before planting a soft kiss on his nose.
-One thing about you is that you always knew how to make people feel better :)
Jamil:
-He’s always been used to having things taken away from him, so Jamil was definitely afraid of losing you to something or someone.
-You both may have not been exactly dating just yet, but you were far too close to just be labeled as friends. Jamil attempted to neglect his feelings, yet he couldn’t help but get hot blooded over the display in front of him.
Some beastman from Savanaclaw stood, blocking your way from walking as he talked about the patches littered across his letterman jacket. Jamil knew he was a star athlete for basketball in Night Raven, but he couldn’t stand the look on his face.
-He knew you were looking for a way out, so when he wizzed pass, turning around to get another view of the situation for a split moment and you saw his long hair you bolted, yelling his name
- “Like I said before, I’m running late now move” you said to the guy as you sped up, ““Jamil, wait up!”
- As you caught your breath he looked at you with a solemn expression, “So who was that? Do you know him?”
- “Not really, he just stopped me when I was on my way out, why do you ask?” He couldn’t get mad at you, besides he couldn’t say anything exactly, so what could he say?
- “Don’t hang around him, he’s bad news and has terrible hygiene, Y/N,” he said, trying to make an excuse so that you won’t spend time with him. But with the light blush that decorated his cheeks and a slight fidget which made him touch your hand, you could tell something was up.
- “Jamil…are you jealous-?”
- “Absolutely not, don’t bring those accusations to my character, Y/N” he said, upset and waving his hand around but you still laughed at Jamil’s actions. But he knew something for sure, he had to make you his soon. 
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schoenht · 8 months
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In Every Lifetime
PINKITY DRINKITY !
《 previous | masterlist | are you lost babykrill 》
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a/n: YAYAYAYAY ACT THREE bought myself more link click merch today NYAHAHA anyways i read no longer human but junji ito's version and. Wow. Thank god i didn't buy it. I was. Yeah i had to sit there for a few to process and then had to listen to double face to calm down bc. Yikes. I loved the novel but the manga just felt so. Idk ??? I don't recommend it to just anyone but yeah. It was smth and usually i like horror and junji ito but that just made me feel gross 😭 i can stomach uzumaki and tomie but that book. Yeah no. I can rant about it if someone asks LMAOOO /hj
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REMINDER: taglist is open! you will be tagged on the reblog however bc tumblr gave me a mf limit BYE but if i cannot, I'll try and tag you on the comments !!
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Y/n: Okay, we need to cut the veggies next like that huh? Seems easy enough.
*Jamil notices you are about to reach for the knife by the sharp end without looking. Because you were more focused on reading the cook book*
Jamil: Y/N!
*cue Jamil grabbing your hand to prevent you from getting hurt*
Y/n: ?!
Jamil: Please pay better attention next time and be careful!
Y/n: Right...Sorry...
Kalim: *gasp loudly*
Jamil and Y/n: !?
*Jamil and Y/n looks over to notice Kalim at the door, staring at them, taking note they are holding hands*
Jamil: ...Kalim, it's not what it looks--
Kalim: *goes off running while shouting out "JAMIL AND Y/N ARE DATING! THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION!"*
Jamil: *his face is red as a tomato now as he buries his face into his hands to hide his embarrassment*
Y/n: ...Sooo...We're dating now huh?~
Jamil: Y/N...DON'T YOU DARE FIND AMUSEMENT FROM THIS.
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rs-wonderland · 9 months
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Could you do a Jamil Viper scenario of Jamil and his girlfriend holding hands at lunch?
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"Jamil i told you, i can hold my own things!" You said in protest as he took your school bag to hold it for you. Jamil doesn't really spend to much time at school with you, mostly bc he was running after Kalim. But since Kalim was having his club activity, you and Jamil decited to have nice lunch together.
"I know you can, but i insist." He said with a smiles. When you two arived at caffeteria and got your lunch you decited to sit on one of the tables that was in the back.
"Im so hungry, you know i don't remember last time i got to eat in peace." You said as you start eating your lunch. Jamil just stared at you with a smile. As you looked at him he quickly turned his head away.
"You know its not a crime to stare Jamil." You said in a teasing tone. He blushed softly as he turned his head to look at you and sigh. "Tch, i wasn't staring i was just." He took a second to finish tring to find the right words. "I was just admired you, thats all." You roled you're eyes and smiles back at him.
After couple off minutes, you looked at Jamil. You were both eating in peace, having your time off from babysitting Kalim and Grim. You looked around and than back at your lunch, reaching to hold his hand.
"Hmm, what are you doing?" He asked, you quickly moved your hand to your lap. "Nothing." "You wanted to hold hands or?" He asks in a soft tone while taking your hand in his.
"I don't mind at all, you can always hold my hand." He said continuing to eat his lunch. You just smiled and nod softly.
"Ohhhh~ Jamil, Y/n!" You both heard Kalim yell as he runs up to you two.
"Eh-! Kalim, what are you doing here?" Jamil asks in a annoyed tone. "You said you have some 'club activitys'."
"I know, but we finisht early and i was hungry so-" Kalim stops talking and then looks at you two holding hands and starts to giggle softly. "Oh! Did i ruined you moment? Haha im sorry."
You blushed softly at his words. "You know, i can always come back later so you two love birds can finish you're-"
"Kalim!"
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3cremepie3 · 7 months
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Slither 2
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Synopsis - Jamil and you continue your relations which stim from blackmail and manipulation.
A/n - Read part one for more context. Pls reblog if you enjoyed and finally read my tags please this fic is heavier then other I wrote.
Warnings - drugs, intoxication, objectification, manipulation, unprotected sex, saliva, sadism, sir kink, harsh language, degradation, slapping, oxygen play
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“Ahh fuck,” he groaned. Jamil was currently painting your face for what you felt like was the thousandth time. To put it frankly you were tired of it. You had sucked his cock plenty to the point where you were starting to enjoy it.
You were left all dirty like a slut but you weren’t being used like one. Jamil had plenty to blackmail you with. He could have you do anything. If he wanted you to service someone else you would. But he hadn’t made a second move yet. And you he was as slippery as a snake so you were scared to put it frankly. You looked back up at him by now he was done cumming and his eyes were no longer a gape.
So you stared at him he had given you a set of rules not to break. But staring was not a part of them. “What are you looking at me for like what you see,” he smirked. “Of course, I get to see the real you like this, not the fake one that passes me in the hallways.”
“Not the fake one that cooks for me whenever I come and hang with Kalim. But the one that calls me what I am when you cum down my throat.” So you’re telling me that you’re enjoying this,” he asked.
“I’m more than enjoying it.” By now your shyness was slipping away your embarrassment gone with it. “Jamil i need more than your dick in my mouth. I need you.” He was silent for a moment before opening his mouth to respond.
“JAMIL WHERE ON YOU I THINK SOMETHING IS ON FIRE!!” You heard Kalim scream his name. Jamil’s soft expression shifted to a panicked one. “We’ll continue this later Y/n.” He blurted out while fixing himself.
You sighed still kneeling in the closet. You used your sleeve to wipe the cum and tears off your face. One good thing about the fire was the fact that you were able to slip out without notice.
You walked to the mirror chamber and then back home where you got a good rest. Grim slept on top of your head. He kept tossing and turning probably having some kind of nightmare. It was enough to wake you up completely. For a while you sat in bed trying to sleep again.
But sleep didn’t come to you even after counting sheep. So you decided to go smoke. You had gotten your hands on a surprisingly rare thing on campus weed. Ace had some leftovers that he had to get rid of before Riddle found out. So he gave it to you now you had the perfect thing to take your mind off today. You sat on your back steps taking a couple of drags. You closed your eyes inhaling in the air.
You haven’t smoked since you came from Earth This felt so good nothing could ruin the moment or so you thought. Your eyes opened to Jamil standing in front of you. If the weed hadn’t relaxed your senses you would’ve screamed. “When did you get here,” you asked. “A minute ago you probably didn’t hear me since my footsteps are silenced.” Sorry, I had to run out earlier the kitchen was on fire,” he explained.
“Yeah, it’s okay I believe you.” And I have an answer for you Y/n but you may not like it.” Really what is it, Jamil?” You stopped smoking and he grabbed your joint from you. “I need to smoke before saying it let me take off some of the edge.” He sat down next to you taking a couple of puffs you watched as he formed shapes in the air. Even a little heart which amazed you. “ I thought you were innocent how do you know how to smoke so well?”
“I’ve been doing it since forever how else will I deal with Kalim?” Ha right about that,” you laughed. “But hey my joint is getting low can I have it back?” No,” he replied. “We can share.”
“How are we gonna do that if you’re hogging it?” Just shut up and open your mouth.” Huh,” you wondered. You were confused so you didn’t listen. He leaned in closer his hand gripping your jaw open. His mouth blew smoke into yours and you instantly inhaled it.
For some reason, you felt much higher now than a second ago your eyes barely able to stay open. They fluttered open quickly when the gap between you Jamil and the smoke was closed. You couldn’t believe it he was kissing you after a month of no contact with anything but his dick.
His tongue invaded your mouth that was slightly agape from shock. He broke apart from you a string of drool from your dopey mouth hanging. “I’ve been holding that back for so long, he groaned.
“Can you do that again? Your ask was his command this time you leaned forward after taking a drag. Your hands rested on his chest and his shoulder while one of his trailed down your back.
Your eyes watched as the smoke disappeared. The joint was practically over but you never wanted it to end. You guys kissed one last time before the remainder of the joint was gone. You froze for a minute staring back at him.
“Y/n let’s finish this in my room.” What do you mean by finishing Jamil? Because these past times haven’t been finishing for me.” I mean that we can go all the way Y/n if you’d like.”
“Of course, I’d like to.” You sat up reaching your hand down to him and he grabbed yours. You guys walked to Scarabia with your arms linked. You were glad for his support because you were starting to get dizzy.
“Wow, that kush was strong. I feel like I can fall asleep right here,” you yawned. “We’re close to home stay up.” Mmkay.” After what felt like forever you arrived at Scarabia. You snuck in through the vault and into Jamil’s room.
You had never been in there before but as you suspected it was clean. You collapsed on the bed the relaxation taking over your sleepy eyes. Jamil looked back at you after locking his door shocked to see you already asleep.
“We’ll look who can’t handle their joint.” He laughed while stripping your layers of clothing off. He did the same to himself before he got down on his knees for the first time. He spread your legs and slipped in between them your legs now resting on his shoulders. “Hmm, so this is the cunt I’ve seen all over your Twitter. It looks even needier in person look at it dripping. And all from a little kiss too you’re pathetic,” he snickered.
If you were fully conscious you would protest but you were on cloud nine. Your body reacted at the slightest touch so when Jamil’s tongue slid up your thigh you quivered.
When his tongue reached your clit giving you the relief you’ve been begging for weeks you shook. He was precise in his attack eating you as he had already pre-examined your body. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head pulling his pretty nose into your clit.
Your impatient body ground against it chasing your high. You felt like you were going at a thousand miles an hour. You wanted to treat Jamil the same way he treated you. But to your surprise, your drug-filled mind was tricking you.
You were moving slowly in Jamils point of view. “I find your desperation cute you just can’t control yourself huh? Don’t worry I’ll control this pussy for you.” His hands gripped your legs into a mating press so he could have better access.
“Jamil!” You moaned as he spit a fat glob of saliva on your pussy. Your eyes closed on themselves and squeezed together as you began your ecstasy. He began to practically make out with your pussy. Your toes curled as he sucked on your heat. “So how does it feel now that your dreams are becoming a reality Y/n?” It feels sogoood! Fuck.” You yelled as he continued while never letting any of your juices escape his tongue.
Tonight he wanted all of you so why would he waste your perfect whore juices? “Mmm right there.” You directed his head closer to your throbbing hole. It needed to be filled before it overflowed.
But your inexperience caused your theory to fail you still came even with his tongue inside of you. His movement back in forth caused you to cum harder than you ever did before. After your orgasm, you were left speechless. But Jamil’s tongue had a lot to say.
He continued to eat you until you came over and over. You quickly lost count due to them being so frequent. “Fuck,” you screamed. “You better shut up unless you want everyone to know how much of a whore you are.”
“I would love that honestly as long as they know who’s making me feel like this,” you teased. Jamil’s cheeks heated up he didn’t know how others would feel if he stepped out of his great image.
He was too busy with you to focus on your volume. He watched as you bit your lip to refrain from your moans. “Look at you,” he cooed. “Melting into my hands like you should be.” I wonder what’ll happen if I do this?”
He inserted two fingers in your dripping wetness. You arched your back in surprise. He used that as an opportunity to slip his hand behind you. Now you sat on his lap your legs were spread and your head was on his shoulder.
His fingers worked on stretching out your insides. While his other hand grazed your nipples. Your body pressed closer into his. “Good, I can reach you better that way.” He pulled you into a kiss which felt even more suffocating than your forced orgasm.
“I’m cumming again,” you squeaked. “Shouldn’t you thank me for making you feel so good?” Yes, thank you, sir! Ahh, I feel so good fuck. I’m gonna mmm!” I’m that instant you spilled all over Jamil. He hit your sweet spot just right.
“Thank you, sir, thank you so much,” you chanted. That’s my perfect girl cumming just for me.” You kissed his neck as a thank you for his praise. “Wow even after all that you still want my dick. You’re insatiable.”
“Yes I need you, Jamil,” you whined. “Okay get in the bed ass up.” You followed his commands getting on all fours and arching your back. His hand crept up your spine and then around your neck. He didn’t start and he still had a vice grip on you.
“Are you ready for me?” He asked while lining up with your hole. You looked back after feeling his cock twitch. “You don’t have a condom?” No why would I need that don’t you want to feel me? All of me Y/n?”
“I mean of course I do but what if?” There’s no what ifs don’t worry I’ll pull out.” Your feelings were not reassured but he just felt so good rubbing against your clit. He looked too good to stop in the moment his cheeky smile didn’t need to disappear.
Your smile left your face as he stretched you out. You cried out as you stuffed your face in the pillows. “Damn, your so tight fuck are you bleeding?” It’s okay it’ll all feel good soon.” You heaved his grip on your neck remaining.
After what felt like forever he bottomed out inside of you. His balls dragged across your clit with each slow thrust. The bed shook as he put his weight into each movement. The sound of harsh slapping began to echo throughout the room.
His free hand grabbed your ass cheek and spread it. He spit which rolled down to your broken-in hole. “Jamil it hurts,” you groaned through the pillows. “But you were just so cock hungry what happened. Look at you all bark no bite,” he chuckled.
“I guess I’ll be nice even though you’re just a fuckhole.” He pulled you up by your neck onto his chest so he could hold you close. His free hand went to rub your aching clit. He sped up his pace he still was going slow but now he was taking such painful drags with his cock. Maybe he wasn't as sadistic as you thought.
“How are you gonna tell me not to cum in you if you’re grilling me like you can never let go?” He breathed heavily in your ear. You could tell by his sound and expression that he was feeling the pleasure you were. “Is it like you talked about on Twitter Y/n, he asked.” No Jamil your way softer than my Twitter doms I would’ve already been a brainless mess with them.”
“Who’s to say I can’t make that happen?” I doubt it your natural ability is to nurture,” you teased. “I’m tired of everyone putting that caring shit on me.” He slapped your face firmly. “You dirty fucking whore did you just get tighter,” he questioned.
You wanted to hide your face in your hands but he slapped those away. “You especially should know how far I can go,” He whispered.” Now say sorry.” He demanded slapping you again.
“I’m sorry sir,” you moaned. “That’s right dirty bitch now take my cock like you fucking should.” His arm locked your legs into a mating press. “Don’t you wanna be my cum rag Y/n? Your pussy isn’t letting me go.”
“What if - mmff,” you groaned before getting slapped repeatedly. “ I think you meant yes sir. You should be appreciative I’m touching you or do you want to go back to being my human throat sucker?” Your brain was melting you should never let him treat you like this but damn it’s like he had a power that caused you to act a certain way.
“Yes sir cum in me please fill me up I need all of you even your semen.” Jamil was close you could tell because of your cut-off of oxygen. His hand was still around your throat this time it wrapped around tighter. Instinctively you tightened up against him causing his cum to flood in you.
He continued to thrust inside of you through his high. You watched in your own blissful last breath as his eyes rolled back. What a beautiful sight you saw before you fainted with so much pleasure.
“Oh come on I wasn’t that brutal.”
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doormousedreams · 1 year
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BACK ON MY BS AGAIN HELLOOOO
Jamil taking care of a Poisoned MC??
Tw for obvious reasons
I'm loosing my mind over this
So let's say you regularly hang out in sacrabia after the overblot incident, and just about everyone there gets along with you well and really enjoys your presence, especially Kalim.
On the other hand, Jamil pretty much despises you. You were already basically flaunting the whole "prefect hero" thing, and now you're spending extended time at his dorm? Acting as another mouth to feed and clean up after? He's so annoyed.
You, on the other hand, have a crush in Jamil. And are constantly trying to do subtle things for him. Like cleaning up, Cooking when you can, helping out around sacrabia in general
Jamil notices, and he hates it. He thinks he's being treated like some bomb waiting to set off any minute, by you and the rest of scarabia. He knows he did something wrong, he knows he could've hurt a lot of people, including himself, when he overblotted. But that doesn't mean he's going to just up and do it again. He doesn't need your pity.
Buuttt, little by little he starts to tolerate you.
One day, some way or another, you eat some food before Kalim just because you know how cautious he has to be and want to make sure he's comfortable, and also to make sure Jamil won't have to.
And surprise surprise!! It's Poisoned.
As soon as you start showing symptoms, Jamil is already on it. He's got an anitode ready, your head is in Kalim's lap and Jamil has to hold your nose so that it goes down smoothly.
Jamil starts to realize how panicked he is on the inside, despite not showing it.
Your stomach feels like it's being stabbed violently, and you're curled up and basically immobile. Kalim is panicking and crying, and Jamil is trying to calmly explain to him that you're going to be fine.
Jamil and Kalim end up helping you to a guest room and get you settled in the bed while the poison antidote takes effect.
Kalim stays by your side basically the whole time, and even though Jamil is trying to continue his afternoon where it left off, your condition is nagging him.
Eventually he goes back to your room as it gets dark, and reassures Kalim that he can go to bed, and that you'd be alright.
He stays for a moment after Kalim leaves.
"How are you feeling?" Jamil asks, walking to your bedside and pressing a cold, callused palm to your head to check your temperature. You whine in pain, and Jamil feels a small twinge of dread in his stomach. His face is passive as ever as he gently moves your face, opening your eyelids to look at the blood vessles, opening your mouth to make sure it wasn't miscolored, various other tasks to make sure the antidote was working. You hardly register anything he's doing, and it almost scares him to see you so weak. So pained.
He should be annoyed, right? You carelessly did something for the ever oblivious Kalim, and poisoned yourself in the process. You just ended up being another responsibility to shoulder.
But he's also so scared. Your pained breaths increase as you roll to your side, curled into a fetal position.
"It hurts..." You whisper. The words are pitiful, and they sharply pull at his heart. He sits on the bed, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing his cool palm to your head again, and this time, you lean into the touch.
"Do you want me to hynotise you?" Jamil asks, gently. He doesn't know why he asked that, let alone why he said it so tenderly, but you crack an eye open for a minute before shutting it tightly as another intense wave of pain washes over you. Jamil rubs your back soothingly as you curl into yourself more.
"It's just to put you to sleep, and help you sleep well. You won't hurt as much as you are now, I promise. It's just till morning." He clarifies. You're silent for a moment, besides your deep, controlled breaths as you try to work through the pain. And then you nodd.
"-please. please."-is all you manage to get out. Jamil is relived. He cradles your face with both hands, facing you towards him, but your eyes are shut tight.
"I need you to open your eyes, prefect." He says, softly, tenderly. When you do, he's quick to use his unique magic. He's never felt more relived when you start to settle, and calm down under his gaze.
"You will sleep well and undisturbed until the poison passes." He says, and just like that, you're asleep in his arms. He suddenly realizes how close his face is to your own, but he doesn't reel away like he would have before. For a split second, he thinks about kissing you. The thought is like a splash of cold water, and he sits back up again. He doesn't want to leave, so he sits in the chair that Kalim had left behind.
He stayes by your bedside the whole night.
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pandoa · 10 months
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the color purple
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you and jamil have ice cold sweets of blue and red together on the beach's shore
~jamil viper x gender neutral reader~ word count: 1.5k words
written entry for @merotwst and @cvlutos's Jamil's Summer Contest! pls do enjoy! and also check out everyone else who entered too using the tag!
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“What kind of popsicle stand only has two flavors?” You said, bewildered, holding up a blue, frozen treat you had just gotten from a nearby vendor—gazing at how the sweets shined and reflected underneath the sun. It had only been moments since you’d purchased it, however, as you continued to gaze at the sugary snack, you began to notice how the popsicle had already been melting under the heat of the beachside shore. 
So much for a cool down, you sneered. What was the point in buying a cold treat if it would just melt away the second it touched the atmosphere?
“It is a bit odd considering it only features popsicles.” Beside you, your boyfriend had reached out to your form, signaling for you to hand him your trash, as he flipped his braided hair away from his shoulder, “You’d think they’d invest in more choices to satisfy different customers.” Jamil spoke, voicing his thoughts on the matter all while guiding his eyes to his own strawberry flavored popsicle—the red of his treat contrasting with the blue of your own. 
“Yeah,” you continued, licking the blue popsicle in your hand in the process, “But, hey, at least we got something. The beach was scorching hot earlier; I think we deserve at least this much.” Squinting up to the setting sky, a bead of sweat then ran down the side of your forehead at the utterance of your words. You lazily wiped it away, making sure it wouldn’t collide with your eye, as you turned your attention back towards your boyfriend who seemed to be least affected by the heat compared to you.
It’s like his body doesn’t even sweat; it just sparkles— You observed, half of you envious of the young man and the other half adoring the sight before you. It was as if Jamil had always had the upper hand against you—whether he was aware of it or not—just by simply existing in the world as his effortless radiance caused pulses of your heart to skip and turn and churn into a rose-colored oblivion. Indefinitely unfair to you, but Jamil had found a certain smugness to his expression whenever he’d catch you dreamily staring off into space or fanning away a pink color from your face at his actions.
Jamil looked back at you, also eating away at the treat resting in his hand as the red from the popsicle already made its way to tinting his lips, “True enough.” A silence much too comfortable to interrupt then played between you two as you both made your way back to the shore you’d spent your day in, dipping your feet into the water as it caressed the sides of your ankles with the sea’s consistent waves. The day at the beach had been long yet exhilarating starting with you, Jamil, Kalim, as well as the first years deciding it would be fun to take a trip to the coast on your vacation off from Night Raven. You looked back at the day spent with your friends as the sun lowered from its place in the sky along with the many shades of pink, scarlet, and orange encapsulating it in the stratosphere. You looked back at the memories you had, the moments and seconds you’d spent that day, laughing with everyone around you, as splashes of saltwater flooded your mind in bliss. You saw as the volleyball you all had played with hours ago flew miles above your heads in your memories, the castles Ace and Deuce had built before its destruction by oceanic waves seconds after, and even the birds who’d dive down to your little group, attempting to sneak a small bite from Kalim’s food—all of it, you reminisced.
Although, as you continued savoring the sweetness of your blue popsicle on the coastline of the sea, you had come to find that there’d been one final thing missing from your trip to the shore before it would end, and that was—
“Ah—Sorry,” you noticed Jamil hesitantly apologizing as you jumped up in surprise, feeling a familiar hand softly stroke the side of your cheek. To your left, Jamil had suddenly been inches closer to your form than he’d usually been, appearing as dumbfounded as you, while a whisper of the breeze whistled through your ears alike. You watched the sun continue to set while golden rays of light reflected onto the waves of the beach and into Jamil’s charcoal eyes, ridden with nerves and hidden anticipation you could not pinpoint just yet. “You just had a little…” Jamil softly spoke with his hand still lingering against your now rosy face, “sand on your cheek.”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” your words began to fumble, struggling to maintain eye contact with the man, “Thank you.”
Another period of silence cut between the two of you as you both stood frozen still in the shallow water as if both of your bodies denied the melting heat of the sun. As more time had passed, a greater tension built up between you and Jamil, one filled with curiosity, anxiousness, nervousness, and adrenaline. It caused your stomach to freeze, your breathing to stop, and your heart to halt at the uncertainties that could happen next. You and Jamil were expecting something from one another. Something magical. Something fearful. Something you’d been wishing to do for ages. Something worthwhile. 
The main question you two had for each other, however, was what?What had you wished for from him? Or what had he wished for from you?
“This is really random, but…” you finally said, peering back at the second year’s now questioning face, heart gradually picking up its pace and beginning to race further than a marathon. “Have you ever felt what it’s like to be kissed by a person yet, Jamil?” 
A droplet of your popsicle then proceeded to slowly drip down the stick keeping it in its place.
“No… I’m afraid not,” Jamil replied, his usual composure still being maintained by his calmness—however, this time, with an increasing shade of pink that could rival the sunset in his cheeks.
“Then…” you stepped closer, making you two only centimeters apart, “Would you like to? Experience it, I mean.”
“I wouldn’t be… opposed to it.”
“Okay then.” You placed a delicate hand to his face just as he had done earlier to you, whispering, “Close your eyes.” At the utterance of your words, you could almost feel the flutter of his eyelashes as they closed shut, the final image being you closer than ever as he subconsciously guided his hand to your waist, engulfing you in warmth you’d take any day rather than the burning of the sun. Your lips quickly found each other, both eager yet unsure, as you slowly led him with every movement. Passionate yet gentle, smooth yet anxious, tender yet desperate—it was as if so little yet so many emotions coursed through yours and his touch alike with each electrifying moment. With the frozen treats now long forgotten, you continued placing slow kisses on Jamil’s lips as the blue and red from your popsicles dripped into the water beneath you. He tasted like strawberries and sweetness, dreams and a plethora of ecstasies.
Lips connected like two pieces of a flustered puzzle just as you raised a hand to run it through the silk locks of your boyfriend’s hair, causing him to lean into your touch, relaxed and satisfied. Was this what it was like to have the upper hand against a partner? To discompose the ever-suave Jamil Viper? You smelled the salt of the water around you, the sweetness of the melting popsicle in your hand, and the familiar scent of home you’d always catch every time you were ever near Jamil. You felt the refreshing chill of the breeze, the waves of water against your feet, and the feeling of him hugging your waist tighter as if you’d disappear the instant he’d ever let you go. Slightly opening your eyes, you saw a line of palm trees swaying with the wind, a pair of love birds flying in circles above you, as well as the relaxed expression of the boy in front of you as you kissed him. 
All things at that instant had just felt… right. Like you were always meant to be here at this exact time, at the exact place.
Perfection as it were in a movie.
“HEY!” The voice of your cat-like friend had then intruded the scene as you and Jamil instantly pulled away from each other, with you lightly touching your lips in a daze and Jamil attempting to recompose himself. “We’re about to head back to the—Wait,” Grim, who was now a couple feet away from you, paused, examining your appearances. “Did you guys get grape popsicles? Where?!” The young creature exclaimed with woe. “I thought they only had two flavors, dammit!”
“Grape?” you asked as a laugh escaped your mouth from your friend’s obvious questions, “Grim, what do you mean? Of course we didn’t have any grape—”
Jamil, however, shot his head up first at Grim’s questions and you second upon hearing your exchange with your familiar as you checked your bodies for any absurdities, immediately suspecting one main culprit.
You looked at Jamil, intently, thinking the same thoughts, “Oh, Sevens, no—”
Purple.
The lips of both you and Jamil, rather than the separate shades of blue and red you expected, were now purple.
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a/n: breaking news! writer who has not even held hands with someone romantically attempts to write a kissing scene 🕺 (pls tell me u get why their lips are purple now tho-)
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bored-storyteller · 7 months
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Warning: none
Twisted Wonderland, Jamil Viper x Reader
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Brekfast
“It's not dawn yet, what are you doing here?”
His voice sounds like a gust of wind in the desert, powerful and sweet, warm and elusive at the same time. And look at you, busy holding back the yawns from sleep deprivation.
Yet today you weren't able to get there before him. Indeed, it would seem that Jamil was waiting for you, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest.
You feel like a trapped mouse as you hold the still warm bag in your hands.
“Good morning…” you manage to stammer. You haven't done anything wrong, yet being caught in the act agitates you, embarrasses you and maybe even scares you a little.
"Good morning." He's cordial, but you feel the pressure of things to do already pressing into his voice.
While he's already talking to you, he moves around the kitchen, taking ingredients and utensils to prepare the breakfast of his precious housewarden.
It's the fifth time you've sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning to leave that little bag in the kitchens knowing full well that the busy deputy would show up early, but up until now you've timed it beautifully and your identity has remained a mystery. At least that's what you hoped.
“It's very kind of you.” His voice is soft and formal as he cuts fruit into wedges, and his lack of attention to you kind of irritates and surprises you at the same time.
“Very kind…” he resumes “I'm sure Kalim would surely like it if you gave it to him in person.”
You're looking at his back, his face is hidden from you, yet you suddenly feel watched.
You blink in confusion, unsure of what's really going on between you and him in that room.
“It's not for Kalim.” You say, but you're not entirely sure it was necessary, or perhaps it isn't for the reasons he wants you to believe.
His cutting stops: "Oh no?"
He is smiling. You can swear. Or maybe not?
“It's for you, Jamil.” It doesn't matter if he's faking it or really ignoring your feelings, you know he wants to hear it.
Finally he looks at you, there's a slight smile on his lips, he's amused and maybe deep down there's a veil of poisonous sweetness, but it's not mean.
“What an extremely generous thought, and to think you've gone to such great lengths for someone like me-”
“Jamil.” You stop it. You have enough confidence to do it, because now you know he's acting. You don't know what face he's hiding, but the humble, compliant servant is a mask you're not willing to accept, and he knows it.
A grin rumbles in his chest: "forgive me, but it's the reality of the facts."
For a moment his eyes return to his work, time to fill a bowl with fruit and topping it with ingredients he knows, but now again her attention is completely and patently all yours.
“I did well then.”
“To do what?”
The fruit salad he has prepared is suddenly in front of you, waiting to be taken from his hands. You grab the cup with a wonder you don't know you have.
“Not to give it to him...” he replies to you, while he retrieves the bag that you brought. By unrolling the upper part, he peeks at its contents.
You're not sure what it is, but there's something different than usual in his gaze: maybe it's just a light, or a nuance, or the way his eyebrows fold differently.
“And…this is for me…?” You ask, still unsure what to do with that little treat you're holding.
He looks at you, an amused snort escapes his lips but his voice is as formal as ever: “This is just a small attempt to repay your extreme kindness towards me.”
The way he looks at you is as impenetrable as that small smile he gives you, and you wonder if you're just a little mouse drawn into the snake's coils.
“You're looking for trouble yourself, you know that?” There is laughter hidden in the folds of his voice as he responds to your thoughts.
He is close to you now, you can see up close his cold gray irises set in the feline cut of the eyelids. They have the color of cooled coal, yet heaven only knows how much those eyes burn with forbidden feelings.
“You got lost?” He asks you with an awareness that he doesn't even pretend to hide.
“No…” you murmur, but as you do he moves closer to you again, until his hand brushes your cheek.
The kiss he gives you is delicate, but too unconventional to be innocent. His lips remain resting just below your ear, in a barely perceptible, yet prolonged contact.
You never thought snakes could bite so sweetly.
When you can finally see him again there's a not-so-tacit satisfaction in his gaze.
“Can we eat together?” Jamil asks you sliding his slender fingers along your arm, until they gently encircle his wrist. You nod, because you can't give up.
Who knows how the dark asp will poison you. Do you really care, deep down?
Even if he pretends to swipe the way your hands end up squeezing together makes you think that maybe yes, you really are in its dangerous coils, but maybe they don't wrap you around to hurt you.
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Can you please do Janil with a reader that have a pet snake? To be more specific a ball python, they instead of attack when they feel threatened they curl up in a ball and they are actually small besides the name python
Jamil Viper
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Jamil feels sorry for your snake.
Because it really can't be "normal" at a place like the NRC.
Who knows where you would store it or how you could feed your little one…
Because Crowley wouldn't really pay you enough.
Jamil would definitely help you take care of your snake.
Sometimes Jamil would bring treats for it.
He would know a surprising amount about them and would be a big help.
Your snake would like him too.
Sometimes it feels like your snake likes Jamil more than you.
However, Jamil would not take the snake to the Sacrabia dormitory.
Unfortunately, Kalim would be one big stressor for your snake.
If Grim doesn't count..
Jamil would also be interested in why you wanted a snake.
And why did you choose this one.
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it-happened-one-fic · 3 months
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Rivals - Jamil
Author Notes: This fic was almost wholly inspired by how annoyed I got with Jamil while doing those fights in the Ignihyde chapter where you don't get to select your cards and just have to deal with what the game hands you. He was awful in those. I've always sort of liked the idea of Jamil and the prefect snipping back and forth at one another, so this was sort of fun to write. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ flirtation (kinda?? I guess???)/ Reader and Jamil bicker/ Spoilers for Scarabia and Pomefiore chapters
Word count: 1807 words
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You didn’t know exactly how you’d reached this point, but you were here now, and you certainly weren’t backing down.
The problem at hand was quite simple really, and it even had a name you could put to it.
Jamil. Jamil was the problem. Because at some point, the two of you had become rivals. 
Looking back, you were fairly certain it stemmed from the entire Scarabia incident during winter break. It was strange how you’d been able to forgive the other overblot victims for their crimes with only a few biting comments. But something about what Jamil had done had rubbed you the wrong way.
Oh, it was true; you completely understood his thinking and longing for recognition. And you even felt he deserved to be recognized for his many talents. 
But the fact that he, not anyone else, had been the one to drag you into that whole debacle was what really upset you. 
With all of the other overblots, it had been Crowley, your friends, or even your own feelings that had caused you to become embroiled in another dorm's drama.
But the situation with Scarabia, had been different. Jamil was the one who’d brought you to Scarabia and he was the reason you’d ended up involved.
Locked up, being worked to the bone, and eventually escaping before returning with help in the form of the Octatrio. It wasn’t an experience you would forget.
You had, to a degree, forgiven Jamil since it was true that he was dealing with years of stress and buried feelings. But you would always wonder what on earth had caused him to decide to hold you hostage when you wouldn’t have discovered his little plot if he hadn’t dragged you into the situation.
It made very little sense for such an otherwise intelligent young man to make such an obvious mistake. It was almost like he’d simply wanted you to be there for some unknown reason.
And now you’d reached this odd relationship with Jamil, filled with snide remarks and the determination to one-up each other.
If you had to put a name on your dynamic with Scarabia’s vice-housewarden, then ‘frenemies’ would be the closest thing to accuracy that you could think of. Because you didn’t hate Jamil, but you certainly did bicker with him enough for the two of you to easily be categorized as foes. 
And it went both ways. You weren’t the only one who held irritation towards the other one.
Jamil hadn’t backed down in the slightest when it came to your interactions. And at this point, the relationship had swelled out of control.
And it had all started so simply too. Shortly after winter break had ended, you’d been paired to work with Jamil in a magical application test that involved defense and attack from the pair opposite you. Namely, Ruggie and Azul.
You didn’t think you’d ever forget the smug look Jamil had cast your way, “Don’t worry. Everything will go smoothly.”
Smoothly, the assuredly attractive fool had said. Perhaps it would have gone smoothly if he and Grim had both listened a bit more to your suggestions.
A tiny part of you regretted that you’d snapped at him as you shoved your soaked hair out of your face. It wasn’t truly his fault.
 Grim had been underfoot when he’d panicked and had definitely worsened the situation, causing Jamil to stumble over the yowling feline and pitched directly over into you.
You’d both landed hard on the ground, turned muddy by Azul’s torrent of water magic, and you’d looked at the young man sprawled across your lap with a huff of not entirely fair venom, “Smoothly, huh?”
Those words had been like a nail in the coffin that had been the potentially budding friendship between you and Jamil. Since then, all of your interactions had been almost exclusively filled with biting comments and impressive levels of snarkiness.
It was true that it wasn’t an entirely irrevocable situation. After all, Jamil had protected you during Vil’s overblot, and you’d saved him from bugs countless times now without ever having made a single comment on his fear.
But it was also true that there was little to no love lost between you and the Scarabia vice-housewarden.
Which was why you were surprised when it had been Jamil who had darted so quickly with such a panicked expression across the potionology classroom solely to put up a barrier between you and a potion that had gone explosively wrong in your pot.
You’d been tugged impossibly close to the young man as he made some form of magical shield that blocked both the explosion and the gooey liquid that steamed on its surface before sliding down into a gruesome pile on the floor.
As always, Crewel reacted in record time as he caused the offensive mass to simply disappear before whirling on your fellow potion-maker, demanding to know what had happened since it apparently had to be something to do with the flow of his magic.
You stepped backwards, exhaling a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding before looking up at the young man who was watching your classmate get chewed out by your shared teacher, “Thank you.”
Your voice came out surprisingly quiet and was met with a half shrug and a noncommittal, “Don’t mention it.” The young man glanced over, giving your person a quick scan that you’d seen him give Kalim numerous times when he was checking for injuries.
“Viper,” Crewel’s voice was sharp as ever and had both your and Jamil’s attention snapping over to him.
The teacher sighed, brushing his two-toned hair back as he eyed the young man next to you, “Good work. If you hadn’t reacted quite so quickly, I fear Y/n may have suffered great injury.”
Jamil inclined his head, having stiffened slightly as soon as the classroom’s attention had fallen on him.
“If you would, walk them to the infirmary, they will still need a check-up simply for safety reasons. Inhaling the fumes could cause them to pass out so…”
There was no need for Crewel to finish since Jamil was already nodding, efficient as ever as he grabbed your hand and agreed to do as requested, “Of course.”
A single glance was thrown your way before he pulled you along after him, out the door and down the hall, with him leading the way.
His grip was tight, you noticed, as you let him tug you along in silence as what had just occurred slowly settled in your mind. Perhaps Ace was right and you were danger-prone…. But then you really felt like the exploding potion would count more as bad luck. It wasn’t like you’d cause it after all.
“If you start to feel dizzy, let me know,” Jamil’s words snapped you out of our silent reverie, causing you to look towards him with slight surprise.
His words made sense, but…. Well, Jamil was seldom quite so gentle. Especially not with you.
“I… Yeah,” You faltered slightly, not sure of what to say to him. To be honest, you wanted to thank him again, but you also didn’t want to start parroting the exact same words. 
Past that, your mind was a garbled mess of slowly fading shock and confusion as to Jamil’s actions. 
It wasn’t really that odd that Jamil had stepped in to protect you. It wasn’t like he was so horrible or that the relationship between you two had become so vitriolic that he would wish you harm. It was odd that he’d looked so desperate when he’d run across the room, though.
And you wouldn’t have even known that was the case if his cauldron hadn’t been right in your line of sight when the explosion had happened.
You felt yourself get pulled to a stop and glanced over to see the young man in question looking at you worriedly, “Y/n… Are you alright?”
You blinked, startled, before you realized that being zoned out right after having a potion whose fumes might cause you to pass out explode right in front of you probably was concerning.
“Oh, yeah… I guess I’m still just a little shocked from the potion’s explosion,” You frowned as you thought back to the potionology classroom once more, “Do you reckon my partner’s okay? Professor Crewel didn’t send him to get checked up….”
Jamil snorted at your soft words, giving your arm a tiny tug as he started leading you towards the infirmary once more, “I wouldn’t worry about him. You should worry more about yourself.”
He glanced back at you, a glint in his grey eyes, “You are the one who nearly got hurt after all, not them.”
It was a step back into his usual commentary. Snarking at you about your innate ability to get yourself into risky situations. After all was deemed well, he’d probably be scolding you just like he had right after Vil’s overblot.
He let out a sigh as you looked at where his hand was still gripping yours, pondering why he was still holding your hand since you were obviously perfectly capable of walking and still lucid.
“We’re here,” He gestured to the door that was coming up on your left side, a smooth smirk working its way onto his face. “Try not to get into any more trouble in there, hm?”
And there was the smug tone you knew. The one that reared its head only when you were around, and he wasn’t putting on his old act of subservience. Two things that coincided to an almost suspicious degree.
“Sure.” You chirped out your reply before holding up your hand that he still held clasped in his hand, “But why are you still holding my hand?”
His eyes widened at the sight of your hand in his, and you grinned in triumph. You’d been right. He’d totally forgotten he’d been holding your hand.
He dropped your hand like it was on fire before realizing how incriminating that was and leaning forward, “Can't have you getting me in trouble for not taking proper care of the patient.”
His words only made you grin more because while they would be a fine comeback from most people; they were sloppy coming from him. Which meant one glorious truth. He was flustered.
So you did what you did best and fired back, leaning closer to him so that you were a mere hair’s breadth away, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Crewel you took wonderful care of me, Jamil.”
He made a face at you before stepping away, “Just take better care of yourself. I might not be there next time.”
He turned on his heel, walking away and leaving you standing there frowning to yourself thoughtfully. Because it was odd to have your rival be quite so concerned for your well-being. 
Wasn’t it?
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On valentine's:
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[A/n: they said maths gonna be fun 😶]
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