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When Smitten

I think the problem with writing with these guys is that I'm consistently concerned that I'm writing them the wrong bad way. I honestly just want to write about gruesome murder and nothing else. This is not that. I also have no idea what pairing I'm doing here. I tried to shift the trigger warnings so it doesn't spoil anything?

This fic is aimed towards anyone who can handle it. No pronouns other than "you" are used for the reader, and the reader's body is not described in any detail other than clothing.

TW for knife imagery, mention of sickness, vomit mentions, description of blood/bleeding, death mentions, washing dishes, and a power imbalance if you squint.

btw these gifs are outta pocket wtf

As several dirty plates land in your bucket, you have to remind yourself that this job is going to be a lot of money once night falls. Looking at the uneaten remains of overly-decadent food makes you want to throw up. You scrub a few plates, scowling deep into the bucket with an expression that could kill, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

It’s some long-haired guy. What the fuck does he want? You raise your eyebrows at him in silent question as he stares at you, and he smiles gently and walks away. You curl your lip and go back to washing dishes. By the time you’re done washing, the sun is slung low and painting the sky in oranges. You pause in the garden on your way to the servants’ house and stare up at it. 

What you have to do is not easy in the least, but you desperately need money. Your mom is sick and needs medical attention. You don’t even know what she has; all you know is that she has a fever and hasn’t spoken more than three words to you in the past month. She doesn’t even eat anymore. You’re scared, and you have to rationalize your guilt for not being there for her. Even though you can’t be with her right now, you’ll be with her soon.

As you look up at the sunset pensively, someone grabs your arm and effectively scares you out of your skin. 

The first thing you notice are his eyes, and they make your blood run cold. He’s smiling, vermillion eyes wide and earnest. If the sun were higher in the sky, you would have been blinded by the paleness of his hair, which is cropped short. He’s wearing a lot of ornate jewelry, including a pair of earrings that are dangling freely.

He’s close enough for you to smell him, the smell of turmeric and butterfly pea, smooth and earthy, “Oh, wow, you’re even cuter from this angle! Hi!”

Did he just…? You look at him in a sort of flustered shock, and that long-haired guy strolls over and separates your arm from the smiley guy’s grip. He’s scowling, both at you and the smiley guy.

“What are you doing here?” The long haired guy bites at you, “You’re done in the kitchen, go back to-”

“Aw, Jamil, don’t be so prickly! The garden is for everyone!” The smiley guy chirps.

Jamil, apparently, snips back, “I shouldn’t need to remind you that you shouldn’t be out here either, Kalim.”

You feel your heart stop for a moment, and it’s then you have to make a decision. The Al Asims are known for being incredibly friendly, which you have just experienced, but… you don’t want to get too attached to anyone here.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You mumble, your nerves making your voice come out a lot shakier than it should, “I didn’t know we had a curfew.”

Kalim somehow smiles brighter, “I knew you were new! Where do you usually work?”

“Kalim,” Jamil warns.

You don’t know what you should do here. The beastwoman who showed you around three days ago told you to be polite whenever you encounter one of the Al Asims. Your boss told you to look out for their personal servants. You shove your hands in your pockets and briefly contemplate running before Kalim grabs your wrists and pulls your hands up so he can hold them with both of his.

“Oh, you must be shy. That’s okay, I think Jamil is too. Right?” He casts a grin over his shoulder at the glaring man and turns back to you. “Well, whenever you’re available, just let Jamil know. It’d be a shame to not get to know you.”

You nod warily. You’re not a fan of being immobilized like this, however gentle it is. Your hands are better where you can move them whenever you please, not held in the hands of Kalim Al Asim.

Kalim grins and releases you, and you glance at Jamil, who is standing with his arms crossed. He’s looking at the crotch of your pants. His eyes sweep up to yours and he gives you a dirty look before casting his eyes towards Kalim.

“Let’s go. You still have a lot to do before bed.” Jamil tells him.

Kalim laughs it off and strolls behind Jamil, and you want nothing more than to vomit. 

The night is… longer than it should be. Fatima, your roommate, snores, and thanks to that you’re able to stay awake until your digital clock is staring back at you with the beginning of your deadline. It’s one in the morning. Your boss told you that Kalim typically gets to bed around nine, but you should wait a bit to make sure that Jamil is also sleeping. 

You slide out of bed and pace down to the kitchen. Your knife presses against your thigh, a pressure that you do not want to bear. The kitchen is thankfully empty, and if everything goes right, you’ll be back in a few minutes anyways. You grab a pair of gloves and slip out of the kitchen through the window. 

You left some spare clothes in the bush. You’ve never done this kind of thing before, but when your dad was around when you were a kid, you’d watch tons of crime shows. That had to count for something. You quickly change and leave your other clothes behind. The bodysuit is a dusky red, and it has a pocket that lets you grab your blade quickly. You slink through the shadows and end up below Kalim’s suite.

Your adrenaline is rushing, blood roaring in your ears as you cautiously begin climbing the lattice, occasionally losing your footing on a vine or something. The lattice ends near the hallway window, not the balcony, and you do like it better that way. It gives you more time to prepare yourself.

Once you heft yourself over the ledge and are standing on solid ground again, you take in a wheezy breath and slide into an alcove, catching your breath. This is like something straight out of a nightmare. The longer you stall, the less certain you are that you can do this. You have to move or else you won’t get paid and your mom will die of whatever illness she’s caught because you can’t afford a doctor. You have to enter Kalim’s room.

The Al Asims, for however relaxed and friendly they are, have a slight paranoid streak. It doesn’t manifest in the usual ways, so the minute you step into Kalim’s huge bedroom, you expect an alarm to go off.

Nothing happens. It’s completely silent, save for quiet snoring coming from the person in that humongous bed. You pad across the room with trepidation, and you don’t notice Jamil. A glance at the weird, futuristic alarm clock informs you that it’s about 1:45 in the morning. You crawl onto the bed and straddle Kalim.

He stirs, but doesn’t wake. You would imagine that if you had a bunch of attempts on your life, you’d be more of a light sleeper, but you suppose that he has his bodyguard/personal servant to thank for his ill-gained ease. 

With practiced motion, you reach into the panel on your thigh and slip your knife out. As you raise it above your head, you grimace.

Can you do this? He seems so sweet, and… he’s a living person. Is killing one person to save another moral when both people are innocent? You don’t even know what your boss is going to do once Kalim is dead other than pay you. It should be simple. One swift motion and your dagger goes into his chest. Maybe he wakes up for a moment, you see shock in his eyes before the life fades, but other than that, it’s simple. Easy. That’s your goal. Easy money.

Quick bucks.

You steel yourself. You have to do this. Your arms raise a bit higher and then there’s something ice cold against your neck, lithe musculature snug under your armpits. There’s a hand holding your chin up so the blade can rest a bit more comfortably under your jugular, and the warm body pressed against your back smells like star anise, fresh soil, and heady molasses. You swallow and your throat bobs against the blade.

A voice whispers in your ear, “Drop your blade.”

You let go of your knife with one hand and lean your arm as far as you can to the side without getting your throat cut, then drop it on the bed. 

“Good.” It's spoken with a hot puff of air in the shell of your ear. You feel the pressure of his cheek pressed against the back of your head.

You’re entirely expecting the icy pain of the blade against your neck, the warm gush of your own blood in your mouth, but instead you are spun around, his dagger pointed at your spine and Jamil’s hand still clamped against your jaw. He leans over you until your noses touch, staring deep into your eyes.

He looks wild. His hair, normally tied at his nape, sweeps over his shoulders, and he’s forgone a shirt. His eyes bore into yours and you feel like you’ve been shocked.

Before you can wonder if you’ve been stabbed, he begins to speak, reciting a spell that you’ve never heard before, “The one before you is your master. If I ask, you shall answer. If I command it, you will do it. Snake Whisper.”

Everything goes black after that. You come to, seated at a table in an unfamiliar room. Your knife lays on the table, but when you jerk your arm forward to grab it, the bite of ropes holds your wrist back. You wet your lips and look around further.

Kalim is sitting in front of you, dressed in a tank top and a pair of sweats. There’s a bright white tattoo that loops around his arm. His head wrap is gone, and you look away from him as he yawns. You feel like you shouldn’t have seen him without it. You hear him stretch and then there are footsteps and someone grabs your jaw again, yanking your head to look up at him.

It’s Jamil again. You shut your eyes and hear him chuckle.

“You learn fast.” He lets you go and you open your eyes again to see him pick up your knife, “Kalim, please try to stay awake. You’re the one who insisted I didn’t dispose of… this individual.”

“I’m awake.” Kalim shifts a little and you keep your eyes on his knees, “I guess I should be a little flattered that someone so cute would try to kill me.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. Kalim bends down so he can make eye contact with you and smiles at you. You sort of want to cry.

“Are you allowed to tell me why?” He gently asks.

Jamil places your knife back down, “I’d like to know as well. I can’t imagine what you hoped to achieve with this little carving knife.”

You swallow and Kalim sits straight again. Jamil chuckles.

“And here I was, thinking you’d have something proper. Only a fool would attempt murder with a tool such as this. It can barely do more than carve soft fruits.”

Good to know that Jamil is apparently an asshole. You lean your head against the side of the chair that you’re seated in and feel the first tears begin to streak down your face.

Your boss was clear: you get caught, he’s not helping you.

You wipe your face on your shoulder and take a deep breath, “What’s going to happen if I tell you?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Kalim says.

The answer is that whatever punishment they decide on will happen. All you have to lose is your life and your mother’s life. Not like you’re gambling.

“I… needed money.” You finally mumble.

Kalim doesn’t say anything, like he’s waiting for you to say something else. You squirm.

“My mom, she’s sick. I… I can’t afford a doctor, and it’s just me and her.”

“Do you know who sent you?” Jamil asks.

You don’t. Your boss was definitely wearing some kind of makeup every time he met with you, which was only three times. He never told you his name, and you had to memorize the documents he handed you before he set them on fire in your grasp. You shake your head no.

“Alright.” Kalim shifts in his seat as you keep looking at his knees, “Jamil, can you bring me and my guest some tea?”

“‘Guest’? This is an assassin.”

“Not anymore, and can you really call someone an assassin if they planned on using a cute little fruit carving knife like this to kill someone?”

You can almost hear Jamil tense, but he storms off, mumbling under his breath. When it’s just you and Kalim, you somehow feel less safe than when Jamil was in the room.

“Can you look at me?” He asks, sweetly.

You slowly drag your eyes up to look at his, and he smiles. He’s holding your knife.

“Do you carve fruit?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“I’d love to see it sometime.” It’s very odd that he’s speaking so casually with you like this. You don’t see any deception in his eyes or on his face, “I noticed you a couple days ago, but I don’t think you saw me. I thought, ‘Wow, I didn’t know that someone so cute worked here!’”

What the fuck is happening?

“And then, at sunset, I saw you in the garden and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to talk to you. You looked so sad. You must have been thinking about your mom. I don’t know what I’d do if mine was sick.”

“I… was… forgive me, sir, but I’m a little confused.” You manage.

“Oh? I guess I should get to the point. Ahaha, I have a tendency to ramble, don’t I? Jamil tells me to be more concise sometimes. I’m working on it,” Kalim grins, sheepishly, and then he looks at you.

With eyes that bright, you get the impression that he’s looking at you, the real you. Not the body you reside in, but your spirit. The soul. Your deepest person. You avert your eyes and Kalim stands up, walking around the table so he can squat near your chair. 

You didn’t think he knew your name, but when he says it, it’s as soft as a breath, like a feather gently floating in the air. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

You don’t. You gape at Kalim as though he has grown a second head that speaks nothing but egg latin, and he giggles.

“That’s okay. I do. I really, really believe in love at first sight.” Kalim’s hand cups your cheek, and he rubs the apple of it before he leans forwards and presses his forehead against yours.

You hear Jamil re-enter as Kalim kisses you. It’s the gentlest kiss you ever felt. You want to both cry and vomit.

Snake Jamil? Snake Jamil.

No I'm not late for his birthday, it's still the 12th, what are you talking about ya silly goose?

Happy birthday to Jamil!

I'm sick so character I enjoy must be sick as well

Or gay I don't make the rules

Scarabia duo doing their little sister's hair 🫶

Hey remember when I said I was gonna make more naga Jamil content?

It's taken ages but here's a chibi him<3

[Click for better quality, tumblr is dragging these through the mud:')]

Yayayayya the second scara kids!

Jamil x Vil

I love him so much!!!

I'm so proud of him he's so pretty and so is the background 🥺

I don't have a lot to say about the drawing but a lot about him so let's go for the fun facts

1) he wasn't afraid of bugs until one day he opened a mango to eat for breakfast and it was infested with bugs,now he's traumatized and refuse to open mangos and he's always scared to find bugs when he eats fruits.

2) Barim is ftm and pretty proud of his daimond scars

3) it takes hours and a lot of help from his dads to get his hair done and undone every day (he change hairstyle a lot but the one I drew him in is his favorite)

4) he used to want a little sibling until he spent a day with his aunt where she didn't shut up about the pranks she would pull on her brother which scared him into not wanting little siblings anymore.

5) between Vil's tour and movie filming and Jamil's love for traveling, Barim grew up all over the world.

Damn lucky he

SIGH

Why is he so beautiful?😩

Like bro?

Is it legal?

I don't think so.

Dude's face card is lethal.

Bro's beauty is ethereal.

Break.. maybe?

Smth abt them makes me go 😳😳😵✊💥💥

Jamil © くむ

Dehya © Hoyoverse

Chair ® Reseliee

Hi, I absolutely love your work! You write the twst boys so pathetic I love it (your ideas are really creative too!!) and I was wondering if you could do something similar to the Riddle and Vil love triangle, but with Jamil,MC, and Azul? (I thought about book 4 when requesting this)

If you aren't taking requests right now, you can just ignore this! Thank you and good day!

Oh my stars hi!! I always see you liking my stuff! Thanks for the kind words!

Warnings: previous cannibalism, previous waterboarding attempt(?), unhinged, very much not proof read :p

You Have Gained Two Personal Chefs and Both are In Love With You

*This will be the ultimate cook off.

*Gordon Ramsay vs. Gordon Ramsay.

*You have been receiving lunch from Jamil and dinner from Azul.

*Breakfast is a whole different beast. Well feast is a better word.

*When Azul 'shared' the fork with you he went to Scarabia for the sole purpose of letting Jamil know (you forced Azul to eat octopus).

*Jamil almost burst a vein at that.

*Then later on Jamil told Azul that you caressed his back (you pushed his face into a sink).

*Azul cried himself to sleep that night.

-

*Azul break things in the monstro lounge and then call you over to fix them.

Crash!

The coffee machine shattered on the floor after Azul raised it over his head and threw it down.

Azul giddily goes over to his phone and calls you, twirling his hair between his fingers.

"Prefect, I am so sorry to bother you but it appears there's an issue with the coffee machine."

Jade gives him the biggest side eye at this.

You show up and see the slight issue Azul mentioned. You turn to him and he just smiles innocently.

"What the fork, Azul-"

Sends you off with more food so you don't complain.

-

*Jamil purposefully leaves food out so there will be bug infestations.

*This way the terror in his voice is genuine when he calls you over to get rid of them!

"Prefect- Prefect I need you to come over- now! Please, please! AAAHH-!"

Jamil drops his phone in his attempt to escape the roaches.

The second you arrive Jamil jumps into your arms.

"Save me."

You throw him off of you and grab a chancla to kill the roaches.

"Don't leave food out next time." You throw the chancla (with a dead roach at the bottom) at Jamil and he squeaks.

"You heard nothing." He clears his throat, "I made your favorite lunch for tomorrow."

"..."

"...Thanks, Jamil."

---

You have been eating and you've been eating good. Gourmet food for you and Grimm every single day.

It came with a price of course. Doing your job as a janitor/repair man. But you suppose it was alright. Though there has been a considerable increase in how often NRC's housewardens call you over.

You go to the kitchen to prepare yourself some left overs.

It felt like a sin to put this food in a microwave but you don't exactly have fire magic to use the stove so go figure.

As you wait for the food to finish heating, you hear a knock on the door. Multiple knocks actually. You go and open it.

Two bags are held out to you.

"Prefect-!" Jamil and Azul spoke in unison and glare at each other when they realize it.

"There is rice and-" Jamil starts.

Azul pushes the bag he's holding closer to you, smiling politely, "I made food at the monstro lounge and decided to bring it over. I worked very hard on it and I'm sure you'll enjoy food made by the best cook at Night Raven College-"

"-second best cook." Jamil pushes his bag even closer. "I hope you enjoy what I made for you, Prefect."

"Haha, I'm not sure second best is an accurate description. I don't see people paying you money to serve them meals..." Azul's smile strains as he stares at Jamil, daring him to clap back.

Jamil smiles back

"Unfortunately I do not have the means to open up a restaurant. And you didn't either until you blackmailed the headmaster you back stabbing squid-"

"Octopus. You're a two faced snake yourself, I bet the Prefect must loath you for all the trouble you put them through." Azul giggled and his mouth behind his hand, "Or did you forget that I was the prince charming in that situation and saved the lovely prefect?"

Damn. The drama's getting good.

Jamil raised a brow.

"As far as I remember you tried to kill them not even a few weeks prior so... I don't see your point." He put a hand on his hip and gave Azul a once over.

Yeah... He did do that...

Beep! Beep!

Oh! You're food!

You go get your food except when you come back the circumstances have certainly 'escalated.'

"The prefect did not share a fork with you, you fraudulent squid!" Jamil began throwing magic spells at Azul.

Azul blocks them and throws of few of his own. Catching some nearby trees on fire.

"The prefect would have never caressed your back you conniving serpent!"

You munch on your recently microwaved food. Then you noticed they left both of the food bags on the door.

You grab the food and close the door behind you.

...

You don't have time for whatever's going on between them...

---

Dorks in Wonderland~

Episode 10

Y/N:*looks at Jamil*

Jamil:*sighs and stops cooking* You've been staring at me for hours but never asked for food....what do you really want?

Y/N: I was wondering....do you believe in love at first hiss??

Jamil:*turns around with a disgusted look*

Y/N:Bad?

Jamil: Awful.

Y/N: Heesh, no need to be mean.

Jamil: That's what you get for annoying a snake.

Y/N: So you admit you are a snake.

Jamil:Don't push your luck with this snake or you'll get bitten.

Y/N:Who says I won't like it?

Jamil:*throws a rag on their face* Get out you're banned from this kitchen.

Birthdays in Wonderland~

Happy birthday Jamil Viper!

Y/N:*sneaks inside Jamil's bedroom* hehe

Jamil:*peacefully sleeping*

Y/N:*whispers* Jamil...wake up sleepy hesf

Jamil:*keeps sleeping*

Y/N:Aww he is so cute, who would wake him up?*evil smirk and takes a horn out of nowhere*RISE AND SHINE JAMIL!*plays the horn*

Jamil:*literally jumps from the shock*WHAT THE FUCK!? IS THE SCHOOL ON FIRE!?

Y/N: Nah....well not today.

Jamil:Are you out of your mind!? Who the heck wakes up someone with a horn!?

Y/N:Me, anyway Happy Birthday Jamil!

Jamil:....Thank you but couldn't you wait to meet me in the kitchen for breakfast, as we do EVERY single day?

Y/N:Nope, I'm here to say that today you are completely free from your duties, I'll take care of Kalim instead you can sleep and relax as much as you want!*smiles *

Jamil:...you woke me up to tell me that I could relax and sleep all day....

Y/N:Yup exactly.

Jamil:....*throws a pillow on their faces* IDIOT! JUST LET ME SLEEP NEXT TIME!

_Bonus_

Jamil:*finds a small package and a birthday card on his chair*??? *opens it just to finds a book*...."The...One thousand and one night?".*reads the card*

Hey Jamil! Happy birthday!

You always enjoyed when I talk about the stories of my world so I thought that you would like this book, I wrote down as much as I could remember hehe, I know you'll it, have a nice relaxing day. I'll take care of the sunny boy for you.

-Y/N

Jamil:*smiles a little * I wonder what kind of no sense they wrote this time.

~Meanwhile~

Y/N:KALIM STOP USING YOUR OASIS MAKER INSIDE THE DORM!! JAMIL WILL KILL US IF HE SEES WATER EVERYWHERE.

Kalim:But I thought it would be cool having a pool party for Jamil.

Y/N:it was a good idea...IF ONLY THE MAIN HALL WASN'T THE POOL

(The new birthday cards are basically free bodypillows tell me otherwise!✨️✨️ Anyway Happy birthday to our precious Snake boy!)

Made my first TWST edit, wanted to share

Jamil Viper: A Web, Tangled

Aaand here we go with the Relaxing in Room line of birthday cards :v d ehebkwjw It’s so funny that they chuck pillows to attack??? (By the way, congrats to this Jamil card overloading and crashing the JP server 😂)

For this series of birthday ficlets, I’ll focus on writing each birthday boy preparing to walk to school with the reader (since the duo partner barely appears in the vignettes). Can be read platonically or romantically, whatever you prefer~

Rise and Shine!

You lingered by the doorway, your eyes glued on Jamil.

He was preoccupied with glimpsing himself in a mirror set on a table. Before him were various accessories from a jeweled box. (Judging from the gaudiness of the massive rubies on it, it must have been a gift from Kalim.)

Loose tresses the color of dark chocolate tumbled down his back. When Jamil ran a brush through them, the sun caught and his hair tempered, turning lustrous.

You’d seen him massage his scalp with oil-slicked hands before—and again, he diid it, followed by some sort of a cream. The routine left his head moisturized smelling faintly of jasmine. Jamil never compromised when it came to hair care.

You often had to remind yourself that he was not a princess, entrancing as he was. The sway of his hair, the snap of his steps. Each movement, close to a part in a mysterious dance.

Jamil produced his magical pen. The magestone laid in it was as clear as a cloudless day, and the color of blood that had been left out for a little too long.

Now came the spectacle, the very highlight of your entire morning.

Jamil raised the pen as if he was a conductor waving his baton. A hush fell over an imaginary audience, a collective of breaths held in anticipation. This is it, this is it.

He flicked his wrist, and the magic flowed.

A trail of scarlet light emanated whenever Jamil drew his wand. The accessories laid out on his desk floated up, compelled, in a neat line. A band with a feather dangling from it, narrow golden bangles, flat beads that clinked like coins.

His dark locks lifted, dividing themselves into even sections, then into even smaller ones. They carefully twisted over and under each other, weaving into tight braids. Accessories slid on, effortlessly fitting themselves at his direction.

His intricate hairstyle assembled quickly, as if arranging the pieces of a familiar puzzle.

The red sparkles faded into a fine shimmer and then into nothing at all. As the last traces of magic settled, you bursted into applause.

“Bravo, bravo! Great show as always,” you said appreciatively.

“… That wasn’t a performance,” Jamil corrected as he set his magical pen down.

“It might as well be! It takes some serious skill to pull that off every morning.” You gestured to him. “And so fast!“

“Anyone could accomplish it with enough time and practice.” His words choice was humble, but there was a hint of a smirk in his tone.

A rare moment of triumph for him.

“Not just anyone. I think you’ve got a natural talent for this kind of thing,” you grinned broadly, “like a spider!”

Jamil’s neutral expression splintered, leaving jagged edges exposed. His left eyes twitched, pupils pinpricks.

“Excuse me? In what way do I remind you of a vile bug?”

“Hey, don’t knock spiders! You guys have similar skills. The braids, the webs. You make’m well, all nice and strong. No strands out of place.”

“That doesn’t reassure me,” he groused, a hand on his hip. “I’d prefer if you didn’t compare me to them. It feels wrong.”

Jamil shivered. Not from the cold, but with repulsion.

You gave a laugh—soft against the rising morning sun. “Really? But you’re so alike in other ways too.”

His eyes narrowed into suspicious slivers. Mildly offended, perhaps.

“Elaborate,” he commanded.

“They’re hard working and important but under-appreciated,” you pointed out. “Without spiders, there would actually be a lot more bugs around. We should be more grateful to have spiders’ webs.”

There was a pause, deliberate. Then a gentle prompt.

“… Remind you of anyone?”

Jamil scoffed. It was as loud as a thunderclap in his suddenly cavernous bedroom.

“Maybe”.

Two syllables, clipped. An acknowledgment.

“Jamil-senpai…?”

He hurriedly looked away, staring at the wall for likely longer than what was deemed appropriate. Any more, whether in length or in intensity, and he might have burned a hole in it. His face, hotter than the Scalding Sands.

Your brows shot up. “… Ah. Could it be that you’re feeling embarrassed?”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. Something like this couldn’t possibly ruffle me.”

You craned your body, attempting to meet his gaze. But he wrenched away, denying that to you. “Then why aren’t you looking at me when you say that?”

“I need to get ready for class,” he replied dismissively. “So close the door and wait outside while I change out of my pajamas.”

“Now you’re just changing the subject!”

“Well, we’ll both be running late if we continue to dawdle,” Jamil warned—a tactful evasive maneuver.

His hands found their way onto your arms, steering you into the hallway. You turned back, mouth opening to protest, but Jamil had already sealed himself off.

Banging and calling out to him was no good. Kicking resulted in you gripping onto your poor foot and whimpering. You were left in a sorry state, back to the door as you rested on the floor.

On the other side, Jamil was surely having a little laugh. Cheeks still burning from the praise showered upon him, basking in the afterglow of it.

You sighed.

A spider makes its web to deceive flies into getting stuck in it. Jamil-senpai can be just as tricky.

There's this very random head canon that I have... Jamil has ADHD.

I have no idea what I mean, but like... It just. Yeah. I thought of this during a battle and ya know how all the little sprites have these little motions that they do? Jamil's sprite wouldn't stop moving. Every few seconds, Jamil would shift around. WAY more than any of the others.

(I'm not very familiar with what exactly ADHD/ADD is or what it entails, so I hope I don't offend anyone. It is not my intention at all.)

Obviously, Jamil had to train himself to be very vigilant as a retainer (as anyone in that industry would have to) and he has a very good poker face. I don't know where I'm going with this, I think he would be really good at hiding it. But I feel like maybe he fidgets a lot or has to constantly have his hands doing something. Maybe dancing is his outlet.

All this to say, I want other head cannons on this. I want to know about Jamil's hyperfixations. Anyway. What do you guys think?

(I'm sorry if this was offensive at all, I'm working to learn more about ADHD/ADD to avoid that. If anyone has any information they're comfortable sharing, I'd love to hear it. I feel like all I know is hyperfixations and being fidgety as well as losing focus a lot, which is a gross understatement about what ADHD actually is. Please let me know!)

I do, very much, enjoy this explanation. Thank you so much!

There's this very random head canon that I have... Jamil has ADHD.

I have no idea what I mean, but like... It just. Yeah. I thought of this during a battle and ya know how all the little sprites have these little motions that they do? Jamil's sprite wouldn't stop moving. Every few seconds, Jamil would shift around. WAY more than any of the others.

(I'm not very familiar with what exactly ADHD/ADD is or what it entails, so I hope I don't offend anyone. It is not my intention at all.)

Obviously, Jamil had to train himself to be very vigilant as a retainer (as anyone in that industry would have to) and he has a very good poker face. I don't know where I'm going with this, I think he would be really good at hiding it. But I feel like maybe he fidgets a lot or has to constantly have his hands doing something. Maybe dancing is his outlet.

All this to say, I want other head cannons on this. I want to know about Jamil's hyperfixations. Anyway. What do you guys think?

(I'm sorry if this was offensive at all, I'm working to learn more about ADHD/ADD to avoid that. If anyone has any information they're comfortable sharing, I'd love to hear it. I feel like all I know is hyperfixations and being fidgety as well as losing focus a lot, which is a gross understatement about what ADHD actually is. Please let me know!)

I'm so looking forward to the new event, Jamil and Malleus interaction (*°▽°*) The colors in their designs....(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Getting a new Malleus card out of nowhere is such a pleasant surprise, and on my birth month too!!

• Serpentine Warning •

A long ago written fic finally seeing the light of day. Talk of a lavishly thrown banquet had reached your attention, will you risk the seeping venom to partake in the labyrinth of genuine deceit?

Semi Slow burn, potential enemies to lovers, set in an older time period.

Tag a snake stan perhaps?

The estate where the Asim family resided can be described by an array of metaphors, usually falling among one of three classifications. A genie’s threshold where anything you wish regardless of foolishness, may be granted by miracles possible in wealth. An endless catalyst for the wonders of the very scalding sands merchants traverse in the name of prosperity. And the more unpleasant.. A den of vipers waiting to feast on sinners unworthy of the world’s finest gold. Just how exactly these whispers of two way grandeur came to be, was a tale left to be told by whoever managed to avert their longing.

Despite the countless uncertainties that surround the estate, we are but only human where it’s in our nature to go after what we can’t reach in hindsight. Ambition? Desire? Greed? Time and time again these fickle reasons plague the human heart, try as you might but not even the rush or lack of blood can disprove the temptation whenever one lays their eyes on the doors looming the visage of fools. Had you been none the wiser…would you have turned away? Or did the venom already entice you before you could take one step on the embellished tiles?

How pitiful…then again, so was he.

—

The heat wasn’t all that forgiving, neither was the vendor you tried talking to in hopes of gathering a bit of knowledge regarding that diamond in the rough, a building that can never be missed for a mirage in this literal desert. A subtle sneer left their lips before finally caving in due to your state.

“That gold den-er- estate is where Asim and his family live, with more children than a run of the mill town, there ain’t wondering why it beats the property size of the capital…”

Eyes blinked in thought over what the vendor said, a promising beast tamer such as yourself had seen many things over your travels, a wealthy family isn’t inherently new but this was a different case. One may even call it dire.

“Asim… say, sir. How well do they take to guests.?”

That vendor soon relished in his fit of cackles, hand waving before reaching for the side of his stained turban. It was obvious he didn’t think of the question seriously, much less taking this new face traveler in a genuine manner. How can he? 

“Listen kid- they may not be royalty or sultan in status but trust me when I tell ya that-”

A mere single coin was thrown over his counter, the gold glint of maddol caught the vendor’s eye but he merely shook his head before pushing back the money over to you.

“-regardless of tipping, this is just friendly advice. Call it hm..good deed? Good karma? Whatever the shaftland folks call it- unless you’re a big shot yourself you’ can't exactly waltz over to their door and expect to be received lightly”

The traveling beast tamer could only sigh in response, but his honesty was appreciated at least. Old eyes scanned your reaction, it wasn’t entirely rare for merchants to just come and aim for a hook with the Asims but observing you told him that you had pure intentions. He coughed to get your attention to which you gingerly complied by looking back up at him.

“Buuut those folks are holding a public banquet or something along those lines- rich folk get bored in confusing ways honestly” 

With newfound hope and turning on their heels they gave one final wave to the vendor, before turning their gaze over to him once he was a good distance away. Pulling down the hood of their worn out cloak to flash a genuine grin.

“I’ll take your word for it, thank you again”

He could only grin in giddiness when he found a few of his fruits gone in exchange for twice their price. Maybe Shaftland morals work after all, he thought.

What exactly was your goal here? Simple really… as simple as trying to find a place to stay for the week is. Let’s rewind shall we? The worn out cloak on your back covers the brooch one called Dire Crowley bestowed on you, as his student in the art of beast taming. Yet it’s that very same man who gave one ambitious assignment before you can be truly called a full fledged beast tamer.

‘Reach the other end of the map, your prize and insignia as a beast tamer will wait for you. Aren’t I so gracious for molding you into a fine veteran of your field~? But a good beast tamer must be able to withstand the curses of the world just as their beast can withstand the orders of their master. Use any means necessary, just make sure to get to your destination.’

You can still hear the echoes of his frivolous laughter in your head, or were the effects of the sun’s heat already taking effect? Either was just as bad as the other truth be told. Recalling the old vendor’s words, you hoped that you’d stumble upon a kind host within that banquet, the sun was at its afternoon peak so you should still have a bit of time to prepare. An inn would’ve been an option if you actually manage to find one not crawling with greedy thieves. The last one you tried had almost stolen your brooch! Life was hard, even you  understood that, resorting to a life of crime isn’t gonna keep you on the brighter side of life… that’s what you’d like to believe anyways.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop when you harshly bumped into someone, two grunts collided rendering you both to retreat. Lost in your own lamentation you failed to notice someone carrying what looked to be bags of fruits and vegetables…a bit too much for one simple family dinner you thought.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking-”

“Don’t, no need…”

Velvet like voice ringed in your range of hearing, only now did you observe the man you’ve had the misfortune of bumping into. Dark hair cascaded down his back in sets of braids embedded with bits of gold. You immediately kneeled down to help collect the scattered fruit muttering a string of apologies to which he didn’t say much on rather, focusing his attention on reorganizing his bought goods. You look up only to be met with deep charcoal gray eyes, laced with neither gratitude nor disdain. Perhaps the sun’s heat was beginning to take its toll on your senses but all you knew was that he had already finished recovering from the nasty fall.

Without being given another chance to apologize he briskly stepped past you and left the scene, earning a scoff on your end for his rude conclusion but then again you did admit that it was partially your fault… And yet you couldn't help but to feel a tad bit irate with how passive he was with your sincerity, the least someone could've done was communicate normally, yes?

The thought only made your head hurt, refusing to succumb to the heat’s effects. You shook your head and allowed your steps to take you to a well shaded area. The formation of the dry plants along the stone benches told you that this was supposed to be some sort of park. Was it well kept? In a way perhaps one could call it that… So with a heavy sigh you rested until it was time.

—

Any blemish within the estate's reputation burns and disappears on certain nights. Just like this moment where your feet are leading you to the tall gold encrusted doors where guests of all status are pouring in like moths drawn to a flame, the open banquet was truly an enchanting fire to behold. With the occasion being held by none other than the merchant Asim, said to be a monarch of the trade world but such descriptions were never left spineless. This open banquet where even the poorest of street rats or the richest of peacocks may make merry in the name of festivity. Was this a flaunt of wealth? Power? Influence? A warning? An invitation? It always depends on who's asking. 

The outside should've given you a sufficient heads up for what lies beyond the doors, the towering structure against the twilight sky felt ethereal from afar sure but when the heel of your shoe made contact with the carpet…

“-to your liking is it?”

Gaze locked with sharp serpentine like eyes, your attention piqued the moment the tall male gave a small smile. It was the same man from earlier...only now did your eye catch the circular bronze tray under his arm, was he a staff here perhaps? It didn’t take you much to notice his mannerisms. They were attentive with an air of caution. A small nod was given in return to his inquiry, laced with the slightest bits of bittersweet respect.

“Yes, its reputation precedes it…”

He gave a slow nod, when he first bumped Into you he didn't think much of the accident, simply writing it off as that- an accident. Your attire did gave him a vague idea but now that you stepped foot on the family's estate? He couldn't tell whether you'd still remain as a forgettable face on today's boisterous event. Jamil subconsciously gripped the tray tighter, deeming your presence as something to try and minimize contact with. He needed to do that while everyone was at their lightest, he heard your conversation with that old vendor earlier- a beast tamer at a time like this? It posed a threat to his otherwise calculated plan of action.

There was something about his gaze that made you feel on edge, yet it wasn’t the type that urged you to stay away. Earlier you could barely observe any display of emotion under the scorching sunlight but now it's effect was the opposite, the feeling left you standing where you stood, eyes lingering to his distanced figure. 

"You should scurry along then…loitering won't do you much good"

And here you thought he'd at least hold the hospitable front a bit longer. Your first impression of him had no immediate mark but now he was finessing his way over to your iffy list. Gingerly following his advice you gave an instinctive scoff, hastily walking to a safer spot where you wouldn’t be blocking the entrance. What was it with him? Dropping by and whisking out of your sights the next, it was as if he was purposely doing it. The mere thought was provoking on your end and had you been none the wiser perhaps you would've tailed that man. 

You did your best to put those thoughts to rest, making small talk with most of the guests in hopes of finding a good host for travelers such as yourself. Standing next to these lavishly dressed personnel felt humbling, truth be told, each parading their utmost worth for the public eye. You weren't too low on the tier of prestige, showing elements of sage Island fashion with the addition of your dearly loved brooch pinned to the left of your chest. A prospect beast tamer like yourself earned you your fair share of charismatic talks, perhaps associating with that oh so gracious bird kept your social ammunition full and loaded. 

Talk led you down the line of guests, eventually coming into contact with the king of merchants himself. Despite being new around these parts there was just a certain air of luxury radiating off of the grinning man you're currently conversing with. If you possessed a keener sense of smell there were faint traces of foreign herbs laced on his person here and there. 

"Why- if it's a place you need then I have rooms upon rooms for guests of your sort! It'd be a shame if a student of Crowley couldn't even be treated accordingly!"

You had to suppress a cough when he patted your back with the slightest bit of force, lost in his own glee of receiving yet another fine guest at his humble abode.

"W-why thank you for your hospitality sir. I'll be sure to inform my mentor of your gracious act"

This was what earned your ticket to a safe haven of rest, you thought, not catching the way he called for someone to come over.

"Oh you're too kind my child- your field is an art to behold! I'm quite a fan myself if I'm being honest, Oh the menagerie you'd love it! Who knows you might be even able to assist in taming this new find we had shipped from the north!-  ah but where are my manners? Look at this old man bombarding the youngster with his nonsense- I'll have you escorted by someone to your quarters."

The shared smiles on your faces dropped when you saw who exactly your escort was. They say once was happenstance, twice was coincidence and third…

"Oh? If that's the case...then I'll see to it that they arrive there safely"

...three times is enemy action.

"Thank you Viper, you're in good hands here my dear guest"

"Is that so…"

The grand chandeliers reflected a golden hue over his expression, displaying sharpness for whatever he was intending to do. You of all people would know what that foretold, reading a beast's mannerisms were part of your skills and only few would admit that it was the same with people.

Jamil in turn observed your expression, it was one he himself had to be cautious of. He's served this estate all his life and that guard you refuse to lower would either hinder or work in his favor. Keeping formalities in mind he gave a partial bow to your figure where even his master can see the servant's deed. Subtly extending an arm forward for you to take.

One week, for one week neither of you are free from the other's thoughts. And had you known it would have cost you your tranquil peace of mind, you wouldn't have jumped into this den of venom. Nor would've you accepted his hand for guidance, calloused yet tender warmth left as soon as it met your own skin.

A/N: This is a starter fic, should demand call for it then a continuation will be given 👀. Jamil is fun to write and He'd be more fun to characterize in a situation where his priorities and morals will be compromised.

Interaction for the Scarabia boys

another filipino mc cuz why not

"Y’know this dorm literally feels like home, the food, the clothes and the heat oohh how I wish I could take you both to my home country too”

"Really? Well I'm glad it makes you feel at home here hehe"

"So your world also shares geographical conditions with Twisted Wonderland..?"

Satisfaction and curiosity bounced between the Dorm Leader and his Vice. Kalim's gaze fell short when he pressed a fist to his palm, stricken with an idea. "Oh oh!— tell us more about your place, prefect! What if we hosted a party here themed around your native land :D?"

"Kalim be mindful of the time— we've just conducted a party last week." Though a smaller part of Jamil thought it wasn't a terrible idea, after all if it was already similar in the first place it wouldn't be too much of a shift, right?

"Pfft- I didn't say it's soon though, maybe a month from now so everyone can unwind after finals 🤔." The Vice dorm leader can only sigh before looking back to the prefect.

"You wouldn't mind indulging me on a few recipes? I'm sure it's nothing alien in general. Now don't give me that look... I never said I was against this." Trying to mimic something from another world...the thought was oddly enticing, it can be good practice for if he decides to see the world.

"We can even serve that turon dish you made for us last time! C'mon it may be a month away but I wanna know what I need to prep—"

⸢𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➽ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄⸥