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My vote is on Malleus because as the crown prince of briar valley he would also obviously have gone through training to defend himself. Besides that he is incredibly strong as shown by camp Vargas 2, the magistone collecting chapter as well as

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When he collapsed the walls of the mineshafts to make it a maze. He also seems to not be very affected by most physical attacks from what I've noticed so far. Leona might win with a lot of luck and technique, but Malleus has the better chances.

Not discrediting Leona, he's the highest spot but unfortunately malleus is a big screw you dragon.

Who would win in a (magicless) fight?

I'm not awake enough to thoughts but I'm love this v much

my ambiamorous ass wants my five boyfriends bc i went to college on a saturday, so here's me spending my weekend with them 😳😳

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calling them over to play jenga, chess, and other board games on the carpeted floor while keeping snacks + dinner ready bc this finna go on for a while.

throwing namak para into leona's mouth while he lies down on the floor and calling it mini-basketball; it is the only form of basketball jamil loses at.

having kalim sleep on your lap while you cuddle and kiss him bc his rich lifestyle shows on his body- he's fluffy and soft and did i mention fluffy. like really fluffy.

jack cheats at chess and you let him while leona sulks- he doesn't want his own juniors to play dirty at a good, interesting game. ruggie calls him out on his bullshit while snuggling into your tummy. kalim steals your namak para like the stealer (ref to an smau) he is. jamil just wants to sleep next to you in peace.

jamil wins jenga all the time, while you win at carrom (luck is on your side). kalim is the boss of monopoly sorry. leona is extremely frustrated by that. ruggie is honestly a 50/50. jack is only good for moral support sigh :( he's such a big dumb boi (affectionate)

when you guys go to bed, you're sleeping on top of leona because he legit doesn't let you sleep anywhere else. jamil and kalim are on either side, while ruggie sleeps on jack. it's just a pile of limbs.

namak para is very tasty. like it's nice and crunchy. sorry for the amount of tags :(

note for moots: this is a minor excerpt from the self-insert fic i'm writing [@dove-da-birb, @azulashengrottospiano, @queen-shiba, @inkybloom-luv bc i told y'all about it]

YAY REQEUSTS ARE OPEN!!

I saw twst characters x oc are okay, so I can request Sol Oberon x Malleus (the link to the post is on my pinned, I'm on mobile sob) going on an icecream date?!?! (Take my oc and do whatever hehehehehe 😈😈)

JSBSHSHSBHS HI

I am so hoping you enjoy this sjbsbabsb here's your soleus content!! Ahabshsbs I got so excited to write this when I saw this!! <333333

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Respite of summer's heat

The gentle breeze rolling over the fields, through the forest and towns on sage Island since that morning was a wonderful contrast to the recent increasingly hot weather. Nevertheless it wasn't quite enough for most students and after seeing their altered behaviour patterns and a question to someone more knowledgeable about the average human, a suggestion was given by Lilia to our resident dragon fae.

"How about inviting your beloved for some ice cream in the city?" He suggested, which seemed like more than a sound idea to Malleus, who chose to swiftly write them a small invitation, before folding it into a paper dragon and having it fly to them with magic. It read the following:

"My beloved moon-born rose,

Would you honour me with your company to a local frozen treat shop in the afternoon? I wish to spend time with you on this day as summer approaches, so that we may enjoy the splendid weather with one another.

-Yours eternally, Malleus Draconia, Crown prince of Briar Valley <3

P.s. Lilia has told me humans occasionally sign letters to their beloved with hearts, I am hoping I understood it and that this gesture makes you smile"

What a lovely invitation. He'd gotten far better at writing them since the Halloween incident. Courtesy of the prefect gently teaching him, of course, as well as help from silver, when he did not currently suffer from his narcolepsy or if he wasn't busy with his own classwork and training. No sooner than when school let out however, it was go time.

Malleus waited in front of Sol's classroom, greeting them with a small smile.

"Hello again, my moon-born rose, are you ready to head out? Or did my letter not reach you?" He asked, holding out his arm to escort her. With a firm but gentle grip she took it, nodding along.

"It arrived just fine, the little dragon was a lovely touch. I am ready to head out, I've been looking forward to this since I read the invitation earlier this morning..!"

That was how they found themselves on a quick flight to the city center, on which they may or may not have briefly disturbed an aircraft but clearly the humans and their flying tin-cans were at fault for being in *the* Malleus Draconia's way, as Sebek would probably have put it. Nevertheless they arrived safely at the ice cream parlour that had become quite popular lately. Cater was the one that mentioned it to Lilia but the latter was the one who suggested Malleus went there of all places. It was a lovely little place, a classic ice cream parlour like you imagine it. Luckily it was midweek and relatively early into the lunch rush, which meant there were plenty of nice seats.

The wait time wasn't terrible after ordering, at least it wasn't because Malleus just looked gorgeous because the sunlight was hitting him just right. It was reflecting in his green eyes making them shine more than usual, highlighting the smalles golden specks in them. Even for Malleus though the view was wonderful, oh how he could stare at them all day, Sol truly had his heart. From their black and blue hair to her red eyes, it was all just mesmerising to him, like the glow of a full moon to a werewolf perhaps, changing him, bringing out things kept hidden during the day. He couldn't help but take Sol's hand gently, pressing a small loving kiss to her knuckles.

Shortly thereafter their respective sundaes arrived, something fruity for Malleus and something tropical with lots of coconut for Sol. Perhaps a trip to somehwere with actual coconuts was in order, if Malleus remember the scalding sands hat them. Perhaps he could take them during a festival or harvest season to enjoy the many treats of the agricultural efforts that year.

Conversation flowed so easily between them, the two Fae who let the world pass them by as they enjoyed frozen treats during a wave of heat in the land. Though the heat did not phase them, it was still a more than delightful date. Especially when Malleus had managed to get spoonfed a taste of Sol's own sundae, but only one. In response a strawberry made it's way onto their portion. Back and forth they went, though Sol was more or less giving him the small waffle bits and things like that instead of actually precious parts of their iced treat. Malleus wasn't complaining but it was slightly unfair.

In exchange for that though? She listened to Malleus talk about a specific gargoyle until he was finished, even if there were plenty opportunities to interrupt. The couple wound up finishing their treats and simply walking around for hours, even after the seelie court princess's feet started hurting, because a certain dragon fae insisted that he'd be able to carry them, and he did, so gently and closely to his chest as if they were precious, all the way back to NRC and her room. He I tented to only hug her goodbye for modesty's sake but a chaste kiss quickly convinced him of something else. For a moment he couldn't help but kiss them, not if they had so wholly captured his heart, not if he loved them so dearly. And she loved him right back.

GWORL HALP I GOT POMEFIORE SBABSBSBDJSB

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Don't even care if it's ooc, which is a slay

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Idle but uptight chatter filled the room. Tonight was, for better or worse, a political dinner that Leona was somewhat forced to attend. Only somewhat because it was indeed his partner, Soru, who had made him go. They were, in fact, convinced this dinner would help with the economy around one of the borders of the Sunset Savannah. At least he was in attendance along with Leona, seated next to him too, so the oversized housecat would actually stay for the dinner. The adults were making important conversations when that nobleman's daughter, who was also in attendance, spoke right up to talk to Leona, out of boredom or whatever her motives were.

"So you're the second prince? You're hardly seen anywhere I thought you'd be slightly deformed or something like that.", she said, twisting her hair around her finger before continuing to speak "But you sir seem to be the opposite, you look quite good."

"Thank you. Your choice of dress is.. pleasant" Leona responded, rather reluctantly but politely. It was a woman speaking to him and he did receive a compliment. Though he usually did not care much for manners, tonight had to work. Why was he so set on it working out? Soru said they'd be his pillow for an entire day. For that, he'd even attend classes for a day.

They continued to eat, though most of the conversation making was left to Soru, simply because the young lady their age seemed to be trying to make moves on Leona. He didn't appreciate them, neither of them did. It wasn't like they were officially dating in the public eye, Leona just really didn't want to deal with that mess yet. Though whatever was happening now sure didn't help, since the flirting between the guest's daughter and him was not a mutual thing. Through sheer coincidence and perhaps foolish ideals on the noble's end of the line she kept saying all the wrong things, it was honestly quite embarrassing. Initially there was a press conference after this in a room adjacent to the dining hall they were using. The one they were in right now was larger to accommodate more people. He'd leave if the young lady continued, but that would leave Soru behind. In that moment, for whatever reason, be it a dust particle or someone, like ruggie, talking about Leona, he sneezed.

"I'd say king of beasts bless you, but I believe he's already done so." She said to him. "Listen, your highness, how about you and I take a walk together after dinner?" She asked, which he denied, but she didn't want to take that no for an answer it seemed.

Unfortunately that seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. He got up wordlessly, picking up Soru and throwing them above his shoulder.

"I was trying to be polite and let your sad attempts at flirting slide but no means no and I am not interested. I already have a lovely partner with which I am leaving. Good. day." He said, clearly through gritted teeth and bared fangs, taking long, proud and quick strides that reeked of aggravation.

He didn't care that he would be walking through a room where the press was waiting, not even when he threw open the door and in a single moment of uncalculated and rash thoughts, took a mic and with a stern voice he spoke into it.

"Listen up, this here is my partner and I don't want to be with anyone but him..!"

Sweet as those words were he did get smacked in the back by a slightly raging Soru, who could not believe that he just did that in front of a live camera feed before running off. It was so out there that Soru even brought it up again in his bedroom right as he laid down on them with basically his whole weight. He groaned against her stomach in response.

"'m not taking any more of that crap. People who don't take no for an answer should get bent." He almost growled. Really all he wanted to do now was hide in his lover's arms and maybe he could do that. Just until both of them realised the giant media scandal that was building up now, thanks to Leona's rash actions. I mean, who'd have guessed that Leona Kingscholar of all people would suddenly show up with a lover, nevermind one that seemed to be nonexistent, seeing as there were hardly any records of them at all.

HSBSHSBABD JAMIL MY LOVE I FUCKING CAN'T HE MAKES ME CRY IN THE BEST WAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ABSBAJDBAHSB

stars in the night sky || jamil viper

jamil has lived his life in a big city, unable to see the night sky. it's time to drive him out (and maybe make this a date?), and show him what the stars really look like.

a/n: the jamil viper birthday event is here!! [i forgot, my bad fr, thank you so much inky for reminding me, i rushed this in like 10 minutes bc i at least had a few drafts]

word count: 583 words

jamil viper birthday event [taglist closed!!]

“have you ever seen the starry sky? like, without the streetlights somewhere nearby, i mean.” you asked him once, sitting on a thin picnic blanket on the sand dunes, looking up at the sky. the lights of silk city shone behind the two of you, casting an ethereal glow on your face as you waited for an answer, and he earnestly replied he hadn’t. “There isn’t much time to do all that,” he starts as he shifts around. “serving the al-asims keeps us all busy.” 

sitting in the passenger seat next to you as you drove under the night sky in the desert, both hands on the wheel and posture stiff and alert, jamil can’t help but feel scared? excited? curious? for what you’ve planned. let me do the planning, he almost begs you in his mind, but you are not kalim, and your plans have rarely gone awry. in fact, he notes dryly, the only times your plans have gone awry is because either ace or grim refused to see reason. 

as you stop the car near an inland sea and pull out two chairs and a barbeque grill (where did you even get that? the answer is sam’s store, by the way), jamil merely watches you silently, sitting on one of the chairs as you start up the grill and make something for the two of you to eat. “it was a long drive,” you start, turning the food you were preparing on the grill seamlessly, and jamil swears he couldn't fall any deeper in love. “you must be hungry, huh? you’re practically drooling at the food here. does it smell good?” 

“it does,” jamil responds, looking away. darn you and your emotional quotient, stupid [name], they have to keep looking at him when he decides to be relaxed and stupid and seventeen for once, and, oh no they’re coming here why why why

“eat! and praise my cooking skills, please, i know i have them, ace and grim are just shitty at giving compliments overall.” 

“i somehow expected that from ace, but grim too? it’s a shame you don’t have an honest roommate.” 

“well, grim technically is a cat with the mentality of a toddler and the appetite of a black hole. still adorable though, can’t deny that.” 

jamil chuckles as he takes his first bite, and his eyes widen as spices flood his mouth. there is a distinct lack of salt, but no matter, that is minor and easy to remedy. the other spices, on the other hand… “did kalim tell you about the spices we use in our food?” he asks as he swallows, silently extending his plate for more. “you’re missing a bit of salt, by the way.”

“huh? oh, noted! and yeah, kalim did mention some spices, but i figured the rest out on my own. buuuuutttt, look up. that’s the main event, after all. can’t drive all the way out into the middle of nowhere and forget to see that.” 

looking up, jamil exhales with wonder as he leans back into the chair, noting the brightness of every star visible. “there are so many,” he breathes as you hum in agreement somewhere behind him, chewing your own share of food softly. “it’s wonderful. thank you for bringing me out here, [name]. i appreciate it.”  

“everyone deserves a break once in a while,” you murmur from the chair next to him, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his- smaller, softer, gentler. “especially you, jamil.”

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So GOOD AJSBSNNANS I WILL STEAL ALL THE HOODIES TO END UP LIKE THAT PFFF

hoodies and t-shirts and various other clothing || jamil viper

as revenge against you for stealing his hoodies during the winter, jamil steals your shirts. or tries to, at least.

a/n: we are late! but who cares tbh :P [inky does bc she spammed me] i'll prolly make up for the backlog on saturday or sunday!!

word count: 336 words [ugh it's so short]

jamil viper birthday event [taglist closed!!]

“look, you cannot keep doing this,” jamil starts with a sigh as you burrow yourself deeper into his quilt, occasionally peeking out. “no, look at me. Stop stealing my hoodies. i only have so many, you thief.” jamil sighs softly with a smile at your evil chuckle under his duvet, and he pulls it off of you as you gasp dramatically, covering your chest with your hands and crossing your legs as if you were naked. “give me back my hoodie.” 

“no.” you said as you stuck your tongue out, trying and failing miserably at getting the duvet back. “you’re always busy doing something, even without kalim, so i’m replacing my boyfriend. away with ye, fiend!”  

“fiend?” jamil gasps in the same way you did as you roll your eyes underneath him. “fiend? my word, the prefect of ramshackle has a horrible tongue, unleashing such vile insults onto their lover with no remorse. perhaps they deserve a severe punishment,” jamil huffs as he attempts to hold your wriggling limbs still and climb on you. “now, let us decide on your punishment.” 

“this isn’t my punishment?!” you whined underneath jamil as you kicked his back, or tried to, at least. “get off!! you’re heavy as hell!!” jamil refused to dignify your whining with a response as he dramatically put his finger on his chin, pondering what to do. “jamil!!”

“i have the perfect punishment!” he exclaimed as he jumped off you, walking evilly (is that even a thing? can walking be made evil?) towards your closet and pulling out a few shirts. "one shirt for every hoodie."

"what?! why??! that doesn't even make sense, how are you gonna fit in?!"

“i will find a way, shush.” 

“you find a way out yet?” you ask the raven-haired boy sitting on your bed as you cut him out of your shirt. “you owe me a fucking shirt.” 

“alright.” 

“we’re going shopping tomorrow.” 

“.سأعطيك كل شيء يا حبيبي"

“if you said something corny, i will kill you.” 

“i would never.”

jamil says "i will give you everything, my love.", by the way.

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scars to your beauty || jamil viper

prompt: reader tracing the scars on jamil’s back and arms and kissing each one of them softly. 

a/n: yay, another one up!! i finished 1 100-mark assignment weehee 7 more to go >:(

word count: 249 words

jamil viper birthday event [taglist closed!!]

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper as jamil bares his back to you, hunched, looking weak and small and in need of protection, protection you were willing to provide. jamil sighs as he shuffles on the edge of his bed, the silver glow of the moonlight shining on his tawny skin. “‘m serious, jamil. you’re beautiful.” 

“i know it’s something you’ve heard too many times, and i’m so sorry to be so generic,” you continue as you place a warm hand on his cold back, and you smile as you feel jamil relax into you. “but you are so beautiful, and i don’t know enough words to describe how you look to me.” 

“i- i really don’t know how to feel about that, [name].” 

“bad memories of that compliment?” you murmur against his skin, kissing his shoulders as you trace the scars on his back gently. “how did you get so many scars? you were a child. you still are. 17 is not old enough to look like this and be able to smile.” 

jamil doesn’t answer, and you don’t bother to pry. he will tell you when he’s ready, you suppose. in the meantime, you'll do your best to support him and make him feel loved. 

“because my love for you in higher than words, i have decided to fall silent.” you murmur after a few minutes, jamil humming. “it’s a poem from my world in your tongue. the poet was nizar qabbani.” 

“i feel the same about you.”

something slow and soft ig?

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This SENT ME hdbabsbbsbsbs I was already giggling when I started reading this but now I'm just laughing my butt off I achg- ehsbabsbsbsnsb

the best pun award goes to… || jamil viper

shitty puns to deal with studies. threats are made.

a/n: i finished my second 100 mark assignment y'all TT^TT how do I finish 5 more this week if i get home at 8 in the night + have exams next week sobbing [i will manage ig]

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jamil viper birthday event [taglist closed!!]

“Are you chocolate? because I'm cocoa-nuts about you.” 

“[name], astagfirullah, stop.” 

The library was silent, as most of nrc’s students had gone to the now up-and-running port for the weekend, and that meant that only you and your ‘hubby’, as you called him to tease him, were left covering Monday's test syllabus surrounded by tomes. 

He hadn’t given up trying to explain to you the process of magestone creation and why exactly trade embargoes were put on the scalding sands roughly 400 years ago, but you’d long since given up trying to understand, instead turning to shitty romance puns in an attempt to “seduce him very sexily because lingerie is expensive”. 

“All you knead is a little of love, and you will rise.” 

“What.” 

“No wait, that was really shitty. Uhhhh… okay, how about this? You will forever be my significant otter.” 

“I don’t want to be your significant other, let alone your otter.” 

“You promised me no breakup threats!!” 

“I rescind that. That otter pun was horrible. -12/10.” 

“Damn, okay, uhhh… okay! How about this one? I will never desert you.” 

“... Is this because I’m from the fucking Scalding Sands?” 

“I’m reaching for shit okay!!” 

“Glad to hear you admit it.” 

“You’re so hiss-terical.” 

“Even worse. -40/10.” 

“Not like you can make puns anyway.” 

“You haven’t let me try. Let me think…” Jamil quietens as you wait expectantly, bouncing your leg. “Ah. Ahem. I adore your cheesy puns because then I get to say brie mine?” 

“Is that… is that a question or an attempt?” you asked, trying not to laugh. 

“That’s it, I’m breaking up with you.” 

“MEANIE! YOU SAID NO BREAKUP THREATS!!” 

“What if it’s not a threat?” 

“Then I’ll bite you. Sit your ass down and let me finish.”

sexy underwear is expensive. puns are free.

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HSHABSBSB WHAT ALL I'D GIVE

TO BE

UNDER THAT MAN

how to train a soldier 101 || jamil viper

even the fiercest soldier has a weakness. in jamil's case, it's you.

a/n: third-last ficlet of the series!! weeheehee reading all the comments and reblogs has been fun :D thank you so much for all za love fr!!

word count: 354 words

jamil viper birthday event [taglist closed!!]

jamil viper is attractive. you can attest to that , and so can other people, with the amount of people glancing at him while he works out in the asim family’s private gymnasium, male or female or otherwise (we respect all the genders out here). the problem was, he was so good-looking that he could be seduced by some of the definitely better-looking people out there with him (why did the scalding sands have so many good people wtf why are there no average-looking people). to combat that, you decided to conduct one of the riskiest missions of your life-

to slip underneath your boyfriend for kisses while he did his sets of pushups.

“ya albi,” jamil huffed as he came closer to the floor (and you), smirking as you kissed his nose, “you are thinking some nefarious things, and i’m not sure i want to be part of those.” 

“nope! nothing nefarious at all, jamii, what are you talking about? i’m the personification of an angel!” 

“yeah, the shaitan himself.” 

“rude. anyway, i wanted to do this thing i read about in novels where you’d generally slip under your lover who’s working out and give them kisses if they’re close to you.” 

“it’s definitely out of the goodness of your heart and love for me and not because some of the guards were staring.” 

“... i will neither confirm nor deny that.” 

“hayati,” jamil sighs, not stopping his exercise routine. “you’re my lover, you know that.” 

“doesn’t mean i can’t get jealous.” 

“of course. but they are my colleagues, and the younger asim’s servants. we’ve grown up together, and i assure you, none of us want to marry into each other’s families. we have enough burdens with one name as it is.”

“well, they’re staring, and i don’t like that, that’s it,” you mutter as you look away from the fondness in jamil’s eyes, suddenly too shy to be honest. “don’t look at me like that.” 

“you deserve to be,” jamil murmurs softly before he smirks at you and flops onto you, knocking the wind out of your lungs. 

“YOU MOTHERFUCK- I TRUSTED YOU! MEANIE!”

jamil (and leona) can ruin his own romantic moments.

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boobs or personality?! || jamil viper

asking your boyfriend if he dates you for your boobs or your personality.

a/n: @inkybloom-luv this is what i was telling you to wait for lolol

© @inkybloom-luv for the flying brick analogy

I am SOINLOVEWITHTHIS- WHSBSBABSBSB SORU AHDBABEBSBBE DBRHQJDBBDNSBDBS

Hiii hi hi hi!! For your 400 followers!! Could I request Jamil with the masquerade event, romantic and with these emojis (💃,🌌,🎆) please?

Fuhcigkg I cannot wait til you get around to these!!

hidden in the shadows || jamil viper

a/n: thanks for requesting inky!! hehehe we have a kiss scene 😈😈 i hope you like it!!

word count: 538 words

"you should dance with him," you heard malleus whisper gently as you watched jamil dance with one of the noble ladies at the masquerade, focused on 'not tarnishing the honour of the asim family'. "he does not have the heart to ask you to dance, for he fears you would choose someone else over him."

"i don't know," you murmur as you shuffle awkwardly, eyes still focused on jamil. "i mean, i'm scared he'd choose somebody else too. i'm not all that great."

"and yet, there is no one i know in all my years, nor in lilia's, who has seen 6 overblots and lived to tell the tale. i believe that there is much in you that you refuse to acknowledge, friend."

"and now!" an announcement screams behind you, startling both you and malleus, and the two of you look at each other and laugh silently. "ladies and gentlemen, those of you who haven't received a dance, the time is nigh! ask anybody on the floor to dance with you! rest assured that they shall not refuse you!"

"i believe it is a sign," is all malleus said as he walked towards the buffet, clearly intent on getting himself something to eat without you. you sigh as you give yourself a quick pep talk and walk towards jamil, the latter ending his conversation with the overly touchy lady™️. jamil looks towards you and smiles softly before politely cutting the touchy lady™️ short, which she clearly didn't like.

"i saw you watching me," he whispers as he accepts your silent invitation to dance, leading you to the dance floor where the stars twinkled above the glass ceiling, the moon light gently lighting up your face. "why?"

"you look gorgeous dressed like this," you whisper back, unsure of what to say, but convinced that you have to be honest. "couldn't take my eyes off of you even if i wanted to, to be honest."

"well," jamil starts softly, face coming closer to yours as you squeezed your eyes shut. "you look irresistible in this suit of yours."

as you opened your eyes and smiled, a tap on the mic startled you back to the dance floor, the announcer announcing the midnight kiss, which brought good luck to the couples and their dearest friends. jamil flushed and looked away, and while you looked straight at him, you were sure you were making the same face.

"i'll leave you to choose who to kiss, i suppose," jamil murmurs as he slowly halts, clearly intent on moving away from you, and his dismissal broke your heart.

"but i want to kiss you," you start before he can walk too far, too far from your grasp, and you're hopeful that he reciprocates when he turns around and runs back to you and kisses you, and you note the smallest things that you observed about him are so different once you're this close to him- his lips are chapped but somehow still soft, and his calloused hands hold you so gently, and his breath is warm, and smells like the chutney he must have eaten sometime back. your hands are clammy, and so are his- but there's really no other place you'd rather be.

:D next up is ryker's sebek request!! erthgfjdska don't know when it's gonna come out

I have to share a bed with you, but somehow, I'm not regretting it || leona kingscholar

ugh, sharing a bed's the worst possible thing to happen, especially with you! but... you're really comfy?? and make them feel safe and loved??? what is this weird magic?????

word count: 717 words

leona absolutely despised having you stay over at the royal palace, but he was forced to be nice to you because of his sister-in-law, who fell in love with you at first sight. every other hour not spent with him or in his general vicinity was spent with his sister-in-law, who saw fit to rearrange your entire wardrobe and dump 700,000 thaumarks worth of clothing onto your head. you, who was living in the ramshackle dorm aptly named Ramshackle.

Your overnight bag was definitely not going to fit all that. but that was none of his business, right? wrong. because you were somehow asleep on his bed near his chess board and why did you look so small and peaceful he could just eat you up and you'd be none the wiser??

"[name]." leona huffed, shaking you as gently as he could, but all he received was a groan and a soft mumble, so he let you be. sike. why would he do that. "[name]. wake up."

"what." you glared, although your mussed hair and the faint trail of drool from the corner of your mouth did nothing to add to your intensity.

"move over. i'm joinin' ya."

"fine." all you do is arrange a few pillows of his in a line, effectively dividing the comfortable king-sized bed in half and move over, allowing leona to get comfortable on his own bed.

"g'night," you murmured as you turned your back towards him, your torso slowly rising and falling with your deep breaths. leona turned to look at you, green irises bright under the moonlight. a window was kept open at your insistence, the room becoming too stuffy for your tastes (apparently). leona had no time to argue about the dangers of leaving a window open. he'd handle it if it came to that.

but what was 'g'night'??? why'd you wish him a good night, it made no sense. he was not grim, or jack or any of the froshes you roamed with. hell, he wasn't even ruggie. leona just stared at you you tossed to face him quite suddenly and violently, startling leona, muttering something under your breath, so quietly that the beastman strained his ears to hear it.

"warm," you whispered as you edged closer towards him, leona as still as a deer caught in headlights. you tossed a leg over his hips and snuggled closer to his chest, kissing him over his shirt gently as you stilled and then stretched a little before completely relaxing in his arms.

all the while, leona didn't understand how to react. you came looking for him? unconsciously? you felt safe with him, you preferred him, you wanted him. him? he who could give you no power, lend you no aid, simply because he was born second? but your arms that were wrapped around him clumsily were a honey trap specially designed for him, and leona finds himself slowly sinking into slumber, his tail snaking gently around your waist to keep you safe.

in the morning, leona wakes to find you missing, the pillow border you had so sleepily crafted tossed to the floor with reckless abandon. a door near him opens gently, and the sound of feet padding towards the bed grew closer and closer, a hand reaching out to move strands of his hair away from his face. "good morning," you grin as leona moves away from you. "you were plenty comfortable last night. sorry about that though."

"haah? why would i care about that?" leona asked, turning to look at you, emerald green irises searching for your face for an answer to your apparently stupid apology.

"i don't know about the culture here but, in my culture, the way we were sleeping is more akin to a couple, specifically a married one." you answer, flushing when you glossed over the 'marriage' part of the explanation.

leona was quiet for a minute, not breaking eye contact with you as you fidgeted with your clothes, thinking about what you said. "i don't particularly care," leona starts, startling you to attention. "you were comfortable too, herbivore. your leg on my hips gave me a fucking ache, so find a way to get rid of it."

"ugh, just do some warmups and you'll be fine, old man," you responded, rolling your eyes fondly at his complaint.

My flying brick analogy shines eternal 💪

boobs or personality?! || jamil viper

asking your boyfriend if he dates you for your boobs or your personality.

a/n: © inkybloom-luv for the flying brick analogy

haiii if it's not too much trouble can i request a fic of falling asleep next to jamil :3 thank u!

sone laga hoon || jamil viper

falling asleep next to a 'dangerous' man brings its own comforts.

a/n: thanks for the request, anon!! i hope you like it :3 || the title is a variation of the song jeene laga hoon by atif aslam and shreya ghoshal, it weirdly inspired this fic so-

word count: 266 words

"you look sleepy," you hear jamil mumble over you, leaning down to kiss your ear as you dozed on his lap. the warmth of his blankets combined with the occasional but gentle cold gust of wind served to be a deadly combination, lulling you into a state that could still be called dreamy. "you should settle in, then. brush your teeth and all that."

"don't wanna."

"ishkam, you promised to take better care of yourself."

"self-care is sleeping right now. just like that."

"okay," you hear him chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over your ear once again as he kisses you gently, moving from your ear to your cheek. the book in his hand, written in some variation of either persian or arabic, leans dangerously over your head before he puts it to the side. "i saw you side-eying that," he adds to the silence humourously.

"could've taken an eye out," you yawn, snuggling as jamil drapes one of his larger blankets over you.

"mhm, i agree. i should have put it away and focus on my albi, no?"

"exactly." you mumble as you finally doze off, and jamil does his best to chuckle silently, moving you from his thigh to the pillows you had arranged while attempting to distract him from his book, watching you settle deeper into your dreams.

"you really are a simpleton, you know." is all he says, placing the book on his table nearby and turning off the lights. "there are very few who get so close to danger." he doesn't say anything about the small i love you you whisper.

ishkam -> my love in persian; albi -> heart in arabic

fireworks over the sand dunes, my hand in yours || jamil viper

he's not really in the mood to celebrate, considering he's the one who ran himself ragged organising the entire thing, but seeing the fireworks with you? that's something he won't miss.

a/n: ugh i haven't written jamil in centuries i don't even know if this is gonna be good, but he won't leave my brain rn so here goes- also I wrote this for @merotwst's contest but couldn't get it out in time >:( and then kept moving accounts but I do be tagging you anyway, mero!!

p.s. jamil fell into elephant shit at some point before the fic started and he's very upset about that but we love him even at his stinkiest (it stinks like hell btw)

word count: does it matter bc we get kissies from jamil- nvm, it's 1,354 words

if there was anything beyond 'fucking exhausted' that could be used to describe himself right now, jamil would use it without hesitation. because really, who wants to be sweaty, definitely smelling like an elephant's behind and spices, and aching all over? not him. not by choice.

and he needs a shower before you get here- oh sevens you're here and he smells horrible-

and he doesn't miss the way your nose wrinkles just a little bit at the way he smells before sighing, chuckling and smiling, all in that exact order. what part of him smelling like elephant shit makes you happy.

"you definitely need a shower," you smile as you come closer and tuck his loose hair behind his ears.

"i was going to take one before you arrived," he murmurs gently, distancing himself from you. "you're early though."

"thought i'd help out a little, considering kalim," you respond earnestly, and although that's been your reasoning for so long, it still manages to catch him off guard. "thank god i arrived when i did, though, you really need a break. go ahead and take as much time as you need, okay? trust me, stinky stuff really sets in your skin and they won't leave without a good soak and scrubbing yourself of, like, four layers of skin."

"alright," jamil sighs, knowing that once you'd set your mind to give him a break, you'd do anything possible- legal, illegal or a concerningly secret third thing- to make sure he took it. "just make sure that arham and arifa don't sneak into the kitchen, would you? they've already had enough snacks. and tell kalim that he needs to go over to the pavilion and meet lady asim to make sure there's enough private space for the ladies, and also her highness safah will be attending and she's allergic to-"

"jamil," you cut him, a steady and uncalloused hand on his bicep. "we'll be fine. go take a break, love. i remember you keeping a written list of things to do somewhere- is it on you? or is it in the kitchen like in scarabia?"

"it's on a hook in the kitchen," jamil answers you, caught unaware about how you noticed that after only a month of dating. kalim, having grown up with him, hadn't ever noticed the list.

no, he shouldn't be comparing kalim to you. that does you and your effort a disservice.

"then i'll check the list out, and figure things out. and i need keep specifically arham, arifa and kalim out of the kitchen, right?"

"yes."

"alright. take your time, and do not let me see out until you've gotten rid of the elephant smell," you warn, finger wagging comically as you walk out of the room.

jamil walks into the shower and scrubs himself clean, and wow, to remove the stench it really felt like he was peeling off layers of skin. not even najma's strongly scented soaps did anything to coat the smell radiating off of him.

as jamil exits the shower after almost- wait, 35 minutes?!- of showering, he finds himself waling past the bath reserved for kalim, filled with hot water but empty, the lights switched off.

ugh, he didn't even come to shower? jamil sighs with annoyance as he switches on an overhead light with bated breath, waiting for someone, anyone, another servant, master al-asim himself-

but no one comes.

jamil steps gingerly into the water, not before laying a towel near where he would exit to hide his footprints, and he sighs, the hot water surrounding him doing so much better than the shower at relaxing his aching muscles. and as usual, his thoughts turn back to you.

what might you be doing now, while picking up his slack? might you be tending to lady asim, as frail as she is? might you be running after kalim like he does on the daily, reminding him of who to meet and who to greet and who to bow down to like he does? or might you be in the kitchen in the middle of curious and excitable children, one on your hip as you stir the broth?

jamil dives into the water at the last image, because what the actual fuck was that. what in the world. no, no, no, no, no. it's too early for that, wayyyyy too early for that. he's only 17, and he'd be servant forever, and-

but would you want that? would you want that with him one day?

jamil blinks stuff out of his eyes (no they're not tears, ew disgusting, why would he cry, he would never cry over having a domestic life with the person he loves, no no no no no) as he gets up, wrapping a towel around himself and silently exiting the bath, making sure no water droplets are found anywhere near.

jamil dresses himself quickly and exits his room, but finds himself with nothing to do, per se- the event was in full swing, and all the al-asims were attending, the men and kalim and his father in the main building while lady asim and his mother and najma and the women sat outside in the summer wind, debating family and other issues over tea.

you're nowhere to be found, of course. perhaps you're somewhere else?

um no. no, you're not. where the hell did you go? (idk make smth up here you're the fucking protagonist i can't do everything for you can i- no wait actually i must.) jamil sighs as he unlocks his phone and dials your number, waiting for you to pick up the call.

"hey jamil!" you chirp, the harsh desert wind heard over your voice clearly. "i'm out here near the oasis!"

"why are you there?" it's a dumb question

trekking up a sand dune (after trekking through a ton of sand), jamil finds you sitting alone on a blanket, the wind blowing your hair messily, giving your tired face some respite.

"hey, jamil!" you smile and wave, and jamil remembers what he imagined in the bath, flushing and taking a few steps backward. "jamil?"

"h-hey, [name]." ew ew ew why stuttering WHY WHY WHY

"come on over here, i snuck some food out hehehe."

"hmm. i wonder why." jamil comments as he sits down next to you, reaching towards the basket in between the two of you for a snack, pulling out a falafel wrap that was still warm and smelt divine.

"i figured you'd be hungry! that way, you can eat and relax as much as you like. lady asim also told me about a nice spot for the fireworks, but there'll be people there, so i thought about coming out here instead."

"good idea, it really is packed to the brim there. kalim's father loves to entertain people, so everyone's mother and uncle tries to get into his good graces during this period- so that they receive an invite."

"poor kalim, he has to deal with weirdos the entire night, when we're out here enjoying the view and a singular falafel wrap."

"how dare you insult how fast i eat my food."

"you eat slower than a snail."

"at least i don't inhale my food like a vacuum cleaner. why am i in love with a vacuum cleaner, i wonder."

"in love?"

"i-" jamil pauses, the wrap an inch away from his mouth as he tries to form an answer- something around the lines of i was kidding, just kidding, i'm too busy for love, too deep into servitude for love- but in the end chooses to say nothing, physically wiliting as he waits for a response.

"well, i had thought so, but then i started noticing a lot of things you did for me. thanks for the mid-meal confession though," you chuckle warmly as the breeze blows gently once again, and jamil doesn't stop you as you take his calloused hands in yours and kiss his hands and palms gently, smiling chuckling after every kiss.

he doesn't say anything when the first picture he has of his lover is under a beautiful array of fireworks either.

tagging @bakedgrape and @inkybloom-luv [esp. inky bc i know she could use the pick-me-up]

This is so lovely I need some chai and idk what pakodas are but they're prolly delicious and I wanna try them immediately ehsbshshbdbdhebdhabb

How about prompt 9 Durung waterfall (it’s GORGEOUS) with Jack (TWST). I find that he doesn’t get enough love so time to change that (plus he’s one of your bois)!

As per usual; make sure you take breaks and don’t overwork yourself!

ice and tea? || jack howl

jack drags you out of your warm blankets to go to durung waterfall. he bribed you with pakodas and something to drink.

a/n: ^0^ thanks for the request, dove!! my exams are over, so i can relaxedly (in a burst of motivation) write all my requests [i cannot for too long bc my history sem 1 and 2 exams are happening all throughout december ;-;]

word count: 371 words

"no."

"[name], c'mon, it's nice and kinda sunny out there, and we can enjoy the frozen waterfall!"

"repeat after me- frozen. waterfall. where. there. is. no flowing water. what are you even going to take pictures of? the hanging icicles?!"

"... no, but we could go exploring around and then have something warm to eat."

"meh."

"please? i heard they're setting up tons of food stalls too, and i'll take pictures of those to make grim jealous, if you like. you're losing the bet 9-17, yeah?"

"how do you know about that. that bet is sacred."

"one, i'm your boyfriend, it's easy for people to "annoy" me with weird rumours about you. two, i'm friends with deuce."

"dammit."

....

durung waterfall was, as expected, frozen solid, with icicles stabbing the air from every angle (mostly downward). you sighed with a smile as jack lets go of your hand to approach the waterfall, camera slung around his neck. "you should look around, see if there's anything to eat," he starts. "remember to take pictures of every dish you find, okay?"

"got it! should i keep some food aside for you?"

"if you want to, cause it looks like it'll be a while." jack inclines his head, pointing towards the large crowd.

"nope, i'll definitely keep some food aside for you. you go ahead and have fun, okay? don't worry about me!" jack blushes as you kiss his cheek, still flushed as you nudge him towards the crowd.

the sounds of the tall evergreens moving in the air combine in a calming manner with the trickling of small streams, and as you make your way towards the stalls of food residents had set up, you find yourself buying a cup of chai and pakodas, sitting outside and somehow still being able to catch your boyfriend in the hordes of people.

as the sun inches lower to the ground and the lights of every shop turn on, jack makes his way to you with news of you apparently winning the bet, leading 26-17. "wow, these photos look amazing, jack!" you say as you kiss his cheek and stand, finally ready to order some pakodas and chai for him and introduce him to the tried-and-tasted local food.

tagging: @oheyfox, @inkybloom-luv, idk who else

Since I could actually come up with something,, comfort kisses with either jams or rugbert

Ily btw <3

sleepy love!! jamil viper, ruggie bucchi

jamil kisses you lazily, sloppily, reaching up to you but not quite reaching you, longer-than-average tongue sticking out between his lips as he his eyes narrow, you becoming a problem to solve. his untied hair falls lazily over his now bare shoulder, his tee slipping off as he captures your lips in another, better, more proper kiss, eyes smouldering like burnt charcoal- in victory.

ruggie nibbles you slowly, trailing up your body with his sharp, pointy teeth, leaving a dotted trail of love bites all over your body from your thighs to your neck. murmurs of quiet praise vibrates across your flesh, and while you can't say these are kisses when you asked him for kisses and cuddles, these feel so much more intimate. sacred. you're scared to touch him and pull him closer, but ruggie knows, ruggie always know, and his lips meet yours once, twice, thrice, and you feel him smirk against you.

a/n: ily too, inky!! <3 i hope you're feeling much better now, and have a good day <3 note: became mildly suggestive, somehow. uhhhhhhhh

word count: 155 words

I've told @leonistic my state secrets what will they do

I LOVE THIS SM?? IT'S SO GOOD SHSBSBDBSB

Jams can have a little ego, but only a little before I put my cold little gloveless hands at the back of his neck >:)

Okay for your event!! (Even tho no one told me)

Inky (the self insert) with the prompt Alpather lake!! As for with who: either Jamil romantically! Or! Floyd platonically!

If that's taken: soup and hot chocolate for Inky and Kalim platonically!!

specifically four point eight kilometres above everybody else || jamil viper

alpather lake raises jamil's ego somehow. why are you adding to it wtf.

a/n: INKY IS ATTACKING ME YEOROBUN SAVE ME :((((((

word count: 287 words

"this lake is so high up that if we go any higher, i'll be able to see allah," jamil says in a stony voice, trying not to shiver. "and maybe request him for a cup of coffee in a clean kitchen."

"what even, jamil," inky snorts, hitting him on the chest playfully. "of course you've got to be grim about kalim when he's not here."

"you'd never get our relationship, albi," he retorts somewhat bitterly, letting inky intertwine their hand in his, their cold fingers shocking him back to their trip. "but you're right. he's not here, so i shouldn't be focused. where is this lake, anyway?"

"maps say a bit higher," inky sniffs, the cold air hitting her nose. "maybe if we keep following the route we'll be able to see it."

a comfortable silence falls over the couple as they make their way towards the top of the hill, stopping every minutes for inky to adjust to the lack of proper air up so high. "this sucks," they wheeze as they grasp onto jamil's hand tightly.

jamil says nothing, only smiling encouragingly as he leads the two of them towards the lake. stopping finally after 20 minutes, inky gasps the the lake high up, side-eyeing jamil as he does his silent evil cackle for a bit before calming down.

"you done?" inky asks as they try not to laugh.

"i'm done, yes."

"then we can start the trip, once your ego takes a low blow in 20 minutes."

"i will hit myself with a brick, inky, don't test me."

inky makes a dramatically sad face as she walks down towards the lake, and jamil sighs behind them as he runs to catch up to her.

the ending sucks balls but i couldn't get anything else so... have this :)