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[ ✽ ] ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ʺ DEITY’S FLORAL TOUCH

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ in which you begin to think jamil doesn’t like your touchy affection and decide it’s best to stop. little do you know that jamil yearns for it

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ jamil x gender neutral reader

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ warnings ,, none. it’s all just fluff and a bit of confusion

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ hello !! another jamil request <33 they requested for an affectionate mc who doesn’t think jamil enjoys their physical affection , so they cease to give it , not realizing that he thrives from it.

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When they found out that Mc has wings (Angel! MC) pt.2!

notes: Male!mc x the various vice dorm leaders. I’m gonna add only the official vice-dorm leaders (no Ruggie, sorry) and I couldn’t write lilia either… I don’t feel like I know the character enough…sorry

prompt: when the vice dorm leaders found out that MC has angel-like wings after he’s been injured lightly (TW alert) by their dorm fellows

Trey clover 

He was walking to his dorm ‘cause Riddle called for him when he saw you in the roses garden, covered in red paint to the ground and two boys laughing

He went in protective big bro mode and scolded the two, sending them to meet Riddle and face their punishment for such thing

only after he realized that you were covered by something, its texture was almost completely invisible thanks to the thick red paint

Trying to move the thing, Trey realized that the thing wasn’t something like a jacked that you used for covering- Those things were "”glued”” to you body...and were feathered-

after two second of staring he understood that those were wings- but it wasn’t a deal at the moment! the red paint spilled on your hair and uniform as well.

not noticing that you were awake, he picked you up bridal-style and just carried you to ramshackle dorm

the moment he picked you up you started panic, in fear that he might not like you anymore or just as well think that you are some kind of strange beast to hate...stupid though? yeah, but you didn’t think of it at the moment!

you just excused yourself, asking him not to tell anyone as he left you on your bed.

he smiled softly, saying that there was no need to worry as he left a kiss on your forehead and left for you to proper rest and shower

the next day you invited him at your dorm and gave him a feather that fell in the night as a gift

he chuckled and gave you your favorite flavored cake! baked by him, of course

you ate the cake, cuddle and fell asleep right next to him as he caressed your head gently

“ thanks for your gift, my little angel. I will keep it safe and sound…just as I intend to do with you, of course”

Jade leech

Mostro lounge was closing after a very busy night, and Jade was cleaning the last tables, when he found you, asleep on a table

then he noticed two boys mocking you, saying some strange things and playing with something that were attacked to your back...wings?!

he rushed behind the two boys, putting a hand on his chest, eyes closed and bright creepy smile

“I’m sorry gentlemen, but we’ve already closed and I need you to help me clean the tables, so go to work ok?”

the two felt shivers down their spines as the tall boy talked and ran to go their chores.

later, Jade asked Floyd to take care of them :>

Jade held you in his arms as he made is way to the infirmary; one of the boys left your wings fall to the ground, and he wanted to assure that you were alright

As you woke up you found Jade standing by the bed, making sure that you were alright

you looked at him, a glimmer of admiration in your eyes: he just commanded the boys to go away and they ran! You probably neither would or could do that to someone...he was just so strongwilled!

you clang up to him as a thank you and left a kiss on his cheek, which became rosy after some seconds

you chuckled as the boy touched his cheek, as for making sure that it was there

After the little moment of unbelieving, he smiled at you: a warm, soft smile of his, as he asked if he could touch your wings, as he was curious about them

you smiled and nodded. He caressed them as soft as he could, praising you for your wings’s feathers softness

in the end he smiled, kissed your cheek as he greeted you and walk away, since Floyd was calling.

You were just  SO flustrated that you hid yourself in the wings

when Jade returned, he giggled at that pleasant sight

“ Aww...is my angelfish’s embarassed now? such a lovely view~”

Jamil Viper

Jamil just escaped Kalim’s attentions and was going to a room in the back of the dorm where he uses to practice break dance, When he saw you, trying to...pull sand out of your wings?!

He stayed there, at the door, with wide-opened eyes. He wasn’t disgusted or anything. Just surprised

Once you noticed him approching, you started to panic. Two boys from scarabia pulled you in the hot sand of the outstanding desert, mocking you all morning.

When jamil saw you with fear in your eyes as you closed your wings like a shield he felt horrible. You feared hum...? but why?? Was he this terrifing-looking?!

“yo-chill-” he tried to say as he kneeled in front of you, sitting with crossed legs. “ you...you ok? you’re injured or something?? I see that your wings have some little burns..can i assist you in some way? maybe medicating?? mh?”

“p-please just be careful..they’re very fragile...” you mumbled as you relaxed your wings for Jamil to take them in his hands

he was actually really tender as he medicated the wings, caressing them as an attempt to make you relax as well. He never meant no harm... especially after the overblot accident, everyone tended to avoid him even more. 

“ ok..should be ok” he spoke after some minutes

you opened your wings, which were double your body, big and pearled-looking. You looked like a mighty god who just ascended on earth to estirp all evils

that’s what Jamil thought. a ‘oh mighty seven’ escaped his lips as he watched you strech.

you looked flattered at him, smiling tenderly. “ something wrong?”

he blushed the moment you made him realize that he said those words out loud, looked the other way but didn’t get up. He somehow liked staying under your shadow. It was comforting, for once.

You smiled and hugged him, kissing his cheek with a ‘thank you, Jamil!’ As you got up.

he pressed his hand on his cheek as he watched you protect your tiny waist with your wings and made them invisible

“If you don’t mind, would you like to come to my room sometimes? No! not as a hangout, you dummy! For...the medications! yes, for the medications!”

Rook hunt 

Rook was going around in the forest just as always, hunting down little animals and such. That’s what he always did in his spare time other than going around stalking people 

He felt something move. Something leaned against a tree. He smirked and squat-walked to the place the rumor came from

You didn’t notice him at first. You got into a fight because a bloke mocked Epel. They pulled you against a wall and your wing got hurt

“Oh dear…” Rook let out the words flow in surprise. You squeaked in fear and tried to run away, but he catched you by the wrist and made you seat. You could hear your heart in your ears because of how fast and loud it was. 

You were sure he was going to kill you or something…he was a hunter after all. It didn’t matter that he was your crush and he was still very handsome in your eyes, he could’ve been a threat! You squeezed your eyes close, ready for a shot or something.

But that shot never arrived. You instead felt very soft caresses on your feathers. You opened your eyes to see Rook looking at you in worry 

“mon petit ange, what happened?”, he said, starting to caress your face as well. His face without a fox-like smile was indeed a rare view. “ oh, it’s nothing” you tried to say, but he didn’t left your wrist free. He had such a firm grip it almost felt like having a handcuff or something like that

“your wing is broken. Don’t try to fake to be ok, I notice when something’s off”. He kept cupping your cheek with his hand, caressing it with his thumb, which arrived almost on your eye. You looked down, “if I admit it you’ll hurt those people, and I don’t think it’s necessary”

He smiled lovingly, “oh, mon petit ange..” he kissed your forehead, making you cheeks heat up, before picking you up bridal style and bringing you back to your room, where he patched up your wings and spent a lot of time with you

He told you about his family, how (headcanon!) he had a lot of older siblings and thought that they would like you a lot

“ thank you…” you whispered. You both were on your bed with your shoulders touching. “No need to thank me, mon petit ange” he said as he  took your hand in his, kissing it lightly

 “If you ever feel threatened, please call me, dearest~”

Worry not tho, he will make the lives of those who hurt you a living hell <3

  I hope you enjoyed! bye!

Pride and Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

The Schemer of the Scalding Sands: J. Viper

Introduction, or pick another route!

Warnings: Najma and Kalim are wingmen, Jamil insults you Darcy-style (he doesn’t mean it <3 ), P&P-level angst, descriptions of being extremely high in the air (magic carpet ride <3 )

Notes: ngl i became a jamil stan while writing this fic

———

Kalim was being quiet, Jamil thought as he glanced at the clock. Too quiet.

It was late evening, and usually around this time Kalim would be knocking on Jamil’s dorm room asking for him to cook something. Or for homework help. Or to plan a party. Or all three, plus something else. Usually, Jamil couldn’t go more than half an hour without Kalim coming around, but this evening had been oddly peaceful, so something had to be afoot.

He pushed away from his desk and headed down the hall to the dorm leader’s room, pressing an ear against his door. Good, he’s in the room. Judging by Kalim’s voice, he wasn’t in immediate danger. Good, good. Still, he should just make sure. He rapped his knuckles against the door and walked in without waiting, “Kalim, I came to check-“

He stopped in shock, eyes widening and a frown forming. Kalim was on his stomach on his bed video chatting with someone on his phone, legs kicking in the air cheerfully. That was all fine, except-

“Najma?!” Jamil screeched, diving to Kalim to get a better look. “Why are you calling Kalim?!”

“Dude, calm down,” Najma deadpanned. Kalim grinned, “yeah, it’s all fine Jamil! We were just talking about you actually-“

“What?!” Jamil wrenched the phone from Kalim, and dodged his hands. “Najma! You should be doing your homework not talking to Kalim-“

“Jamil can you relax?” Najma drawled, leaning back on her bed. “I just called Kalim to see if you were actually doing your job.” Not really, it was to make sure Jamil wasn’t overstressing himself. Clearly he was. She suddenly smirked, and changed the topic. “Kalim said you were close to that (name) person you brought to the Yasamina Silk festival. They seemed cool, but now they seem great.”

Jamil was indignant. “Don’t listen to him Najma. And Kalim! You-!” Jamil turned to glare at him, then immediately calmed his voice and face. “You should eat something, it’s getting late.” Kalim’s eyes widened and he looked at the time, “you’re right! We should see if the rest of the dorm is hungry too! We could all have dinner together!” He dashed out of the room without waiting for Jamil, who sighed and turned back to Kalim’s phone. “I’d better go after him, take care of yourself, Najma.” “Okay, bye~”

Najma sighed and slumped against her bed. Jamil seems to really like this (name), and they seemed pretty nice when we met. Not to mention, Jamil seemed happy they were there… it’d be nice for him to loosen up too. In the very few times he’d spoken about you to her, he seemed… almost cheerful. Very unlike the high-strung, perfectionist brother she knew. Even though Jamil was still her older brother, she still worried about him a little bit. It’d be nice if he had someone to loosen him up, who he genuinely liked.

She thought back to the festival, where you and Jamil shared a melon with one another. Sure, you may have not known that one Scalding Sands legend, where if you shared that melon with someone, your friendship (or romance!) would last forever. Or maybe you did know.

Either way, she knew her brother well enough that he wouldn’t slip up with splitting the melon like that. He may not believe in superstition, but a Scalding Sands legend was still a legend.

She thought for a bit, and then smirked and picked up her phone. Oh yeah. It’s all coming together. She just needed to get Kalim on board now.

———

Jamil was staring at you again.

It was out of the corner of his eye, and he kept looking away, but you just knew. Because he’d been doing it for the past few months, ever since the Scalding Sands event you’d crashed with Grim.

Granted, you were surprised he even let you go with him and Kalim, given how annoyed he looked at the extra guests (between you two, Trey, Cater, and Malleus, it was an unforgettable trip indeed). And you and Jamil sort of reached a… truce, of sorts, after his overblot.

You didn’t know how you felt ever since he’d basically imprisoned you and Grim in Scarabia, and all the things he’d said about you. Sure, after all of that went down, you were pissed and a little hurt. You’d thought that you’d made a friend in a new dorm, (two, counting Kalim, who really was your friend) but instead he was just using you. And now, the two of you were in a strange stalemate, and surprisingly, saw each other somewhat often.

While running odd errands for Crowley, sometimes you passed by the gym. You’d see Ace and Floyd, and also Jamil playing basketball, and invariably Jamil would become distracted. Floyd even loudly complained about that when a stray shot from Jamil hit him in the head. Then, at some point he’d offered to tutor you in Alchemy, saying that Kalim needed help too, so he’d just be getting two birds with one stone. And then Kalim would throw parties practically every fortnight and sic Jamil on your tail, begging you to come.

You supposed Kalim felt extremely grateful for helping him understand Jamil, but frankly you wanted to be left in peace. Still, when you did accept Kalim’s invitation, you sort of… enjoyed the small talk you made with Jamil, commenting on his cooking and sometimes helping him in the kitchen to get away from the crowds. At some point, the two of you even began meeting up to just… vibe.

Sometimes you’d meet with him in the kitchens, watching him cook while you did your homework, and occasionally cook with him. At some point, you’d take over from him and cook in his place, just to give the poor guy a break. This wasn’t something you took lightly, given how overprotective Jamil was over Kalim - the two of you reached a nice… whatever it was.

Still, you felt like he was uneasy around you. Why else would he keep staring at you, hovering over you, and ask you pointed questions? One moment he’d be more lax around you, chatting and bantering, and the next he’d be… venomous. It wasn’t like you could tell anyone about his overblot. You technically didn’t exist in this universe, anyway, so his secret was safe with you.

You heard a knock coming from the Ramshackle front door, and went to open it. In front of you stood Kalim and Jamil. Wait, no… sat.

They were both seated on Kalim’s flying carpet, the Housewarden beaming at you while Jamil looked tired and a bit peeved. “Hey, (name)!” The carpet waved its tassels at you. “Hey guys, I’m fine, but… why are you here?” Kalim grinned sunnily at you, “we wanted to see you! You should take a break and walk with us!” You glanced at Jamil, who was a little quiet, looking at you intently.

“I can’t, I’m…” you failed to think of an excuse, kicking yourself mentally, “…alright, sure.” Ugh, why did you agree?

Kalim cheered, and the three of you went along the path outside of Ramshackle. Kalim insisted that Jamil stayed on the carpet, even after he suggested he walk with you. “(Name), you should sit with us!” He smiled at you, something mischievous in his eyes. That’s a little… odd? Although it was Kalim after all. He did have some impulsive tendencies.

You gently took Jamil’s hand, surprised he’d even offered to help you up, and sat carefully on the carpet. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jamil flex the hand he held yours with. You scoffed, “dude, I don’t have rabies or anything. You’re not infected with my hand.” Jamil frowned and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Kalim jumped off the carpet. “Now, remember what we talked about! Go, carpet!”

Immediately, the carpet lurched forward. “Kalim, what did you do?!” Jamil gasped as the carpet began rising higher and faster. Your eyes widened and you instinctively grabbed the front of the carpet, “KALIM! Jamil stop the-!” You were cut off as the carpet zoomed up into the sky, leaving no trace except your shrieks and Jamil’s shouts. Nonetheless, Kalim smiled proudly at his handiwork, now Jamil and the Prefect can have some quality time together! Pleased, he pulled out his phone.

Kalim: its done! Jamil and (name) are in a whole new world of love now!!!!!!! \^o^/

On the other end of the chat, Najma grinned, and texted back:

Najma: YESSSSSSSS all according to plan >:)

———

You had been through a lot when you first arrived to NRC. Between living in Ramshackle, fighting overblots, dodging Floyds and Rooks, and shouldering Crowley’s responsibilities, you’ve dealt with your fair share of wildness.

But this? This was new.

You screamed as the carpet seemed to lurch higher and higher into the air, gripping the front of it for dear life. Your stomach flip-flopped wildly, and you tried to not projectile vomit in mid-air. The air rushed past your ears, cold and practically ripping through your skin. You could barely hear anything over the sound of wind, let alone Jamil yelling beside you.

At last, the carpet settled, and you felt extremely lightheaded. Your brain was static at this point, and you moved to lean on both hands when Jamil grabbed your wrist. “Do not look down.”

Well damn, you can’t tell me what to do, Jamil. That made you immediately look over the edge, and you regretted it instantly. The school was barely larger than a postage stamp, and you could practically see the borders of Sage’s Island with how high up you were. It was chilly too - you both were surrounded by clouds, and it was darker than you’d thought. It was probably about to rain - not that you’d know, being above the damn rainclouds.

Beside you, Jamil was beyond exasperated. If he seemed tense before, now he was just pissed. His hand on your wrist tightened, and he leaned closer to you. “Don’t. Look down.” His eyes flashed angrily at you, and you withered under his gaze, gripping the carpet tighter. He turned his eyes to your hands, gently putting his hands over yours.

“Look, I’ll steer the carpet downward, but you need to follow my lead.” He made you look at him. His dark eyes held your gaze, and for a moment you really did feel like you were in the clouds. That the world was just you and Jamil, high above everything on this terrifying carpet ride.

“Do you trust me?” You saw his lips move, but it sounded far away, like he was speaking through water. Maybe it was the altitude messing with your head, but Jamil looked so focused on you. You’d never seen him look at anything like this, so gently.

“Do you trust me?” Jamil tightened his hands over yours, and you were brought back to reality. You nodded, and he sighed. “Good. We’re going to go forward.” Carefully, he tipped the carpet, and you took in a sharp breath when you went forward. The two of you inched downwards, and the school became larger and larger until finally you both touched down in Scarabia.

Jamil clasped your hand in his and lead you off the carpet, silent. He had a deep frown on his face, and his dark eyes were even stormier than the skies. He didn’t get off the carpet with you, but clenched his hands after he helped you off. This was the second time it’s happened, he doesn’t think you have cooties or something right?

“Thanks, Jamil…” You looked at him, hoping he’d maybe lighten up a bit now that you were on the ground, but he refused to look at you, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Just… stay here. I’m going to put the carpet away, just…I don’t need any more trouble.” As he walked away, you felt his words settle heavily in your gut. I’m just trouble for him? It’s not like I caused the carpet to go sky-high…

Still, you sat on the luxurious couch in the Scarabia common room, and tried to relax. Surprisingly, it was quiet - it seemed that everyone had gone to bed. It was a nice change from Ramshackle, at least. You shut your eyes, beginning to feel tired. After a while, you groggily awoke to a mop of white hair and red eyes exclaiming at you.

“(Name)! What are you doing here?! What about Jamil?! I thought you were up in the sky on your magic carpet ride!” Kalim blabbered while you tried to get your bearings back. He seemed… worried? He put his hand to his chin, thinking. “Well, maybe I could find an empty room and put you both in it-“

“Kalim.” The Housewarden immediately fell silent, spinning to Jamil with wide eyes, smiling at him. “Jamil! Don’t worry, we can still fix this!” Jamil’s frown deepened in confusion, “Kalim, what are you-“ “And the Prefect is still here!” Kalim pointed at you, and you went on alert as Jamil zeroed in on you, seemingly forgetting you were still here.

Kalim continued cheerfully, eyes steeling in happy-go-lucky determination. “And there’s still time! You can get back out on the carpet, there’s still stars out!” Jamil wrenched his eyes back to Kalim, mouth curling into a snarl and arms tensing. “Kalim, what are you talking about?”

“To confess!”

The silence was stifling. You stared wide-eyed at Jamil, who stared incredulously at Kalim, who still smiled innocently. Finally, Jamil seemed to temper himself and said through gritted teeth, “Kalim, go back to your room.”

Kalim placed his hands on his hips, “no way! We still have to-“ “Kalim.” Even though you didn’t know either of them as long as they knew each other, something in Jamil’s voice sapped Kalim of his energy. Kalim’s eyes widened, and after a moment, he left the room. You opened your mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

You watched as Jamil sighed irritably, running a hand through his long bangs. You slouched on the Scarabia couch, watching him pace and huff to himself. What had you done to earn his annoyance? He’s the one who basically kidnapped you on a flying rug. Surely he couldn’t dislike you that much.

“Kalim doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he said at last, and you frowned deeply. “What? Kalim isn’t stupid, Jamil,” you said sharply, losing your patience, “and what in Seven’s name is up with you?

“Look, you’re-“ Jamil stopped, clearing his throat. He smoothed over his expression, face becoming the usual calm-and-composed Vice Housewarden that he always showed to the world, but not you. “Nothing is wrong.” You finally snapped, exhausted and utterly spent, “what is going on? You’ve been acting weird with me ever since winter break!” Jamil grit his teeth, but you continued. “What is your deal, Jamil?! I thought we were friends! What have I done to make you hate me this much?!”

“You’ve been a thorn in my side since you’ve come here!” Jamil yelled, stopping pacing in front of you. His chest heaved, and he had that angry-crazed look on his face he always got when exasperated. “You’re too clever for your own good! And ever since my…” he swallowed, starting to lose his momentum as he realized what he was saying, “last winter, you’ve shown yourself to be someone…interesting.” Finally, he seemed marginally calmer. “And… I don’t think I could’ve dealt with all of this without you, even though you’re the last person who I thought could help.”

Your frown deepened. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jamil hurriedly continued, shutting his eyes. “Look, I know that I inconvenienced you, but… you’re always on my mind, when I should be thinking about attending Kalim. You’re-“

“Alright, that’s it.” You stood up from the couch, and walked off without sparing a glance. Jamil stopped, sputtering, and cried out “you’re just going to leave?!” You spun on your heel, glaring at him. “Yes! I’m leaving so I don’t cause a bigger mess!” Jamil shut up immediately, and you stalked to him, poking his chest hard. “You have done nothing but insult me. What happened today, with the carpet, was not my fault. If anything, you made me into a thorn in your side.” He flinched, but you blazed on. He didn’t get to hurt and belittle you.

“You hurt the entire dorm with your overblot,” you seethed, “and you didn't inconvenience me. You imprisoned me and Grim in your little scheme. And I have tried to be nice to you since then, and I thought we were becoming friends, but you just seem to hate me every time you see me. So fine,” you backed off, throwing your hands up as you left, “I’m leaving, Jamil. I’m leaving.”

Jamil didn’t know how long he stood there after you’d left. The Scarabia common room seemed to get chillier as the night passed, but he couldn’t find it in himself to go back to his dorm. At some point, he found himself on the couch drifting in and out of sleep, wondering why things were the way they were, and why he just couldn’t be lucky. Before he closed his eyes, utterly defeated, his last thought was, I deserved that. But not them.

———

The next few weeks passed without a hitch, although you were still brimming with dulled hurt every time you saw Jamil and Kalim.

Even though you had nothing against Kalim, Jamil always slunk behind him like a shadow, making you uncomfortable every time the sunny housewarden bounded up to you. Somehow, it felt like Kalim came up to you even more often than before. You’d supposed that maybe Kalim was trying to mend things between you and Jamil, but while he had the best intentions, it was really up to Jamil. Still, you thought, you weren’t exactly kind when you last… spoke to him.

Every time you spoke to Kalim, you tried to gently but firmly turn his invitations down. This time, he seemed adamant that you come to tonight’s party, basically begging you to attend.

“Please, Prefect!” He grabbed your hand pleadingly, “it’ll be fun! The Pop Music club will be playing, and Jamil’s cooking all your favorites-“

“Kalim, let’s go.” You were jarred to hear Jamil speak up, and Kalim actually listen to him rather than brushing it off. Kalim looked at Jamil, who continued, “We need to head back to the dorm and prepare. And…” Jamil avoided your eyes, “please, don’t trouble the Prefect.”

As the two of them left, you felt their absence weigh on you. It had been a while since you’d hung out with Jamil - so you took to cooking alone in Ramshackle or Heartslabyul, and tried studying by yourself. On nights when Scarabia was having a party, you tried to not think about when you and Jamil would hang out in the kitchen, or when you and Kalim would drag him out to the dance floor to loosen up. Still, your Friday nights were getting drearier by the week, even when you tried reading Prejudice and Pride to take your mind off it.

In the gym, the basketball club was in full swing, and Ace and Jamil chatted while passing the ball to each other. “Yeah, sure, I can try to get them to come tonight,” Ace began dribbling the ball, then smirked at Jamil. “Didn’t know you missed them so much though!” Jamil frowned, flushing. “I just… Najma wanted to see them again. That’s all.”

Ace shrugged and passed the ball, “alright, guess I’ll see you later.” Later that day, you frowned at the text you got from Ace, wondering how you should respond. At this point, you’d attempted to avoid Scarabia at all costs, but it had been a while. Even then, you still wanted to see Kalim and Jamil one last time - and at least you’d be with your friends.

Ace: hey theres a party at scarabia tonight, Jamil wants you to go

Ace: so u wanna go or what

You: sure, I’ll be there. Meet u at the mirror in ten

———

You, Grim, Ace, Deuce, and Cater stepped into Scarabia. Immediately Cater ran off to find Lilia and Kalim, and you got separated from Ace and Deuce while trying to cross the dance floor. At some point Grim perked up as he smelled food wafting in the air, and made a beeline for the kitchen. You ran after him, dodging the partygoers (and at some point almost crashing into Lilia, Kalim, and the drum set) until you found yourself standing in the Scarabia kitchen.

Grim bounded over to Jamil, who was standing over the stove stirring a large pot. “Jamil! What’s cookin’?” Grim’s eyes were shining, and he strained to look up. You heard laughter from behind you, and a voice saying “hey, it’s the Prefect!” Jamil’s head snapped back to where you stood. You looked behind you, jaw dropping, “Najma?! What are you doing here?” She grinned at you, and you followed her to Jamil.

“I just wanted to see Jamil! And Kalim said he was having a party today,” she hugged you tightly. “I haven’t seen you since the festival! Jamil keeps talking about you too!” You made eye contact with Jamil over Najma’s shoulder. He looks like a deer in the headlights.

“Najma, let the Prefect go,” Jamil recovered quickly, and she let go reluctantly, pouting. You turned your attention to the pot, “hey, are you making curry? I thought Kalim hated that.”

Grim stood at attention, “whatever it is, I want some!” Jamil sighed, “I already made the food for the party, this is for Najma.” And you, if you showed up. Najma scrunched her nose, “I don’t want that, it’s too… plain.” Plain? You glanced into the very fragrant pot, swirling with spices and oil.

“You’re going to eat. You didn’t have lunch, baba will be mad if he finds out I didn’t feed you,” Jamil spooned some curry onto a plate and Najma crossed her arms. “It’s fine, but you still make your food look too plain. Like, garnish it or something. I know (name) can probably make it better!” She handed the plate to Grim, and as you picked Grim up to place him on a chair to eat, you frowned.

“My cooking isn’t that great, Najma. Jamil taught me some stuff, but still.” Najma looked confusedly at her brother, “but he says you cook so well!” Jamil gaped at her, while your eyes widened. Najma gave her brother a look, and continued, “he loves your cooking! And he said he loves cooking with you! And-”

“Jamil!” Finally you cut her off, as Jamil looked one second away from smothering her, “I didn’t know you liked my cooking?” You felt your nervousness from the party melt, and smiled hesitantly at him. He seemed to soften a little, “Yeah… it’s nice to have the company,” he cleared his throat. Why did it feel so hot in the kitchen?

Najma watched the both of you stare at each other, then clapped her hands together, making you both flinch. “Alright! This is enough. You need to get out.” As she strode out of the kitchen, you both watched her confused. “Najma, where are you going?,” Jamil called, but she didn’t answer. Grim shrugged, finishing off the curry, “Wow! Jamil, the food tasted so good!” You and Jamil stood in silence, before you both opened your mouths to speak.

“Jamil, I’m sorry for yelling-”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you (name)-”

Your eyes widened, and you both fell into an awkwardness. You were about to open your mouth, but then Najma kicked in the door. “Both of you! Out!~” Trailing behind her was… “Why’s the carpet here?!” Jamil yelled, “Najma that’s a precious heirloom of the al-Asim family! You can’t just-!” The carpet wrapped around both of you and Jamil and began pushing you out of the dorm to the outside, being lead by Najma, who cackled gleefully.

“Okay carpet! Two times is the charm! Go!” The carpet seemed to nod? and then unfurled itself from around you two. It swept underneath your and Jamils’ feet, and began rising gently in the air, unlike last time. Jamil was shouting at Najma, looking down but you weren’t focused on him. Rather, you were looking up.

“Jamil,” you nudged him softly. “Not now, Prefect,” he grumbled. “Jamil, look.” He finally sat down on the carpet, and his mouth hung open in shock. The two of you were in the sky again, but not as high this time. All around you, the stars twinkled brightly in the night, and nebulae swirled across the sky. There were barely any clouds. It was slightly chilly, but Jamil’s warmth next to you was enough to keep you fine. Rather, the goosebumps on your arms were from other things.

“It’s beautiful up here,” you breathed, and Jamil glanced at you. “Yeah, it is.” Jamil could feel his stresses slowly dissipate, and while you both were up in the sky, it felt like the world was only you and him, and the twinkling of the stars above you both. His mind wandered to the old Scalding Sands legend. Was this how the princess and her lover felt when they were courting?

You looked over at Jamil, gently grabbing his hand. In the calm of the night, Jamil seemed a little… less put-upon. Like he could finally speak freely. He cleared his throat, lost in thought. “I… got ahead of myself before,” he finally said, shifting uncomfortably on the carpet.

“I never got to tell you, but I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I’m sorry for trapping you and Grim in Scarabia. You’re not a thorn in my side, what I meant was… you were always there. And at first, I hated it. I didn’t trust you. You were like a thorn in my side, because you were always there. But…” You waited for him to continue, all the anger and hurt leaving you in the cool night air.

“I began to like your presence. Like I could relax when you were there, because you could help with Kalim, or keep me company while cooking, or just-” Jamil seemed a little choked up now, is he ok? “Be there. I never felt like that… just…-”

“Supported,” you finished, and he nodded, swallowing thickly. You both stayed quiet, until you spoke. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just… You always seemed to either like me or hate me?” You felt jittery just saying it out loud, “sometimes we’d be fine, but sometimes you’d just… avoid me. And it hurt.”

Jamil squeezed your hand softly, and you sighed, “And I never know what you’re thinking. I really don’t know if you just kept me around for Kalim, or if we were actually…” friends. Jamil moved closer to you. “...I do like being with you. I… I do.”

Jamil turned your chin so you’d face him. He took a deep breath, “Kalim wanted me to… confess,” the word sounded like a hiss. “I thought he was getting ahead of himself as usual but then I…” he hesitated, “I realized he was right. And Najma was right. I did… I have feelings for you, and somewhere along the way I started… loving you.” His voice became quiet, and he averted his eyes from yours, as if expecting you to be angry. To his surprise, you weren’t.

You cut him off, gently pressing your lips against his cheek. His eyes widened, barely believing it. Him? Of all people, him?

“I really wanted you to not hate me,” you confessed, face feeling warm despite the chill. “I… really do like you, Jamil. I like what you can do, and I like you. And I think somewhere along the way…”

You squeezed his hand tightly, making him look at you with a smile on your face, “I started loving you too.” You softly closed the distance between you, finally ending the weeks of inner turmoil.

Jamil softly cupped your face, looking into your eyes, then kissed you gently, as if he couldn’t believe that this was real. You wrapped your hand around the hand on your face, squeezing it softly. You were here. You moved to clasp him tighter, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you tighter.

Quietly in the chilled night, if anyone cared to look up into the starry sky, they would have seen two newfound lovers finally together, exchanging stolen kisses and chuckling amongst themselves. Lucky for them, the only witnesses to them were the stars above, and two teenagers standing outside Scarabia.

Hands on her hips, Najma proudly stared up into the sky, squinting at the shadowed figures on the carpet. Wordlessly, she held up her hand, and Kalim high-fived her, grinning.

“Mission accomplished!~”

~END

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Notes: this got so long bc of the introduction with Najma but I just had to include her and Kalim conspiring together! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the Jamil chapter, thank you so much for reading!!!!!!

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PAIRINGS: Kalim Al-Asim x gn!reader / Jamil Viper x gn!reader

SUMMARY: The party infiltration doesn’t quite go as expected.

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

WARNINGS: none (please tell me if I missed any)

NOTES: happy new year everyone!!

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The Asim's palace was massive, the gold details on the roof and walls were reflecting beautifully under the moonlight, it was breathtaking. Standing before it, you felt smaller and more insignificant than ever. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself before beginning the walk toward the entrance, wiping your sweaty and clammy palms on the loose red pants you're wearing, while trying to make them stop shaking.

Around you, a couple of well-dressed guests were stepping out of carriages and making their way to the entrance too, their clothing wes beatififull and expensive. Most likely made out of real nice fabrics, all their gold accessories were probably real. Unlike yours. You've noticed rich people had this certain aura around them.

Like nothing could ever burden them, which is probably right. They could never survive a single day in the slums you come from.

You look away from them, keeping your head down and avoiding eye with anyone. You tighten the bag on your waist, it was simple red one Mira had quickly made from some stolen fabric Elias got for her— the lovesick fool. you had tied it around your waist, trying to make it seem like it was apart of your outfit.

You adjust the intricate top you were wearing, hoping to make yourself look slightly more presentable. and finally stopping in front of one of the gate guards.

He looked up at you, a calculating look on his face, before looking back down to the scroll in his hands. "Name?" He asked, his voice quite deep, and firm.

You shift in place slightly, fingers playing nervously with the fabric of your pants. Confidence, Mira had told you, stand taller, make yourself look rich and powerful. You straighten your back, trying not to show the immense hesitation you felt.

"(Y/n).." you hesitating for a second before your gaze dropped to the fake gold bracelet on your wrist. The red gem glinted faintly, while catching the palace's light. You forced a smile, lifting your chin slightly. “Jewela. Nice to meet you!”

You wince slightly at how rushed it sounded. You didn’t have a last name—no one in the slums did, except maybe a couple of the elders. You shouldve asked Mira on what to do, you clench your fists for a moment, as you take a sneaky breath in, trying not to panic as the guard scanned the scroll in his hands again.

You wait, hiding your shaking hands behind your back to appear more graceful—or at least to keep the guard from noticing them. What felt like hours was, was in reality, only a few seconds.

He looked back up at you, a slight furrow in his eyebrows. "Not on the list. Please remove yourself from the grounds."

Your heart dropped at the sentence. Of course this wasn’t going to work. What was Mira thinking? You tilt your head in a slight bow, making the guard raise an eyebrow in surprise. Slowly, you turned to leave, panic already growing in your chest. But a voice behind you made you freeze.

"What’s going on here?"

You perked up slightly, looking back at the guard. His face turned pale as he quickly straightened up and bowed, his eyes focused on someone behind you.

"Master Kalim, what are you doing out here?"

The world seemed to stop at the name. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your eyes widened. This was not good. This was very bad.

You were screwed.

He would know you weren’t on the list. He’d figure out you were just some dirty street rat trying to sneak in, and then—what? Have you executed?

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, taking in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. When you open your eyes again, you force a small, polite smile onto your face, turning to face the person behind you.

A small gasp escapes your lips, and you quickly cover it up with a cough. It was the guy from before, at the market. The one you bumped into. Of course, the person you bumped into was one of the richest people in the Scalding Sands, the eldest Asim child.

You glance at him, hoping he wouldn’t recognize you. He looks at you, tilting his head slightly to the side as he squints his eyes at you. You widen your smile, before bowing your head slightly in an attempt to seem respectful.

You notice his gaze soften, and a smile quickly spreads across his face before he opens his mouth to speak. This is it, the moment he’ll tell you he recognizes you, the moment he’ll make sure you get arrested and thrown into jail, making sure you rot there for the rest of your life.

But instead, in a lighthearted voice he says something else, “You have really pretty eyes!”

The genuineness in his tone catches you off guard. You can tell he’s being sincere you've always been good at noticing out when people lie.

You blink in confusion. “Huh?” The word leaves your mouth as you raise your eyebrows at him, trying to make sense of what just happened. It takes him a couple of seconds to react, before his eyes widening in realization. Then, he’s apologizing left and right.

“No, don’t apologize—” you start, trying to stop him from making a bigger deal out of it. But before you can finish, he grabs your hand, a sudden, carefree grin on his face. “Here, as an apology, I’ll escort you inside!”

You blink, completely stunned. He smiles at you, while letting out a laugh, and before you can even protest, he starts dragging you through the gate. Behind you, the guard is left calling out to him, confused, still pointing out that you’re not on the list.

The inside of the palace was even more breathtaking than the outside. Beautiful golden arches all around you, with detailed carvings on them. The air in the ballroom was filled with the sound of conversation and beautiful traditioal music from the scalding sands.

Kalim’s wide smile never faltered, as dragged to past the groups of people, with some of them staring at you with raised eyebrows. Your mind raced as you tried to think of a way out of this, without raising to much of a scene.

“(Y/n) Jewela, right?” Kalim said, looking over his shoulder, to which you let out a small hum. “Ive never heard of that last name before! Are you visiting?”

You force a polite laugh at the question, before shaking your head slightly as the white-haired male comes to a stop and looks at you with a grin. “N-no, I’m from here.. where just.. not as well know. My family likes to stay undeground!” You reply, hoping the awnser would satisfy his curiosity enough.

He didn’t seem to notice the hesitation in your awnser, which made you quite glad. As his attention quickly shifts to the band infont of you. “Well, you’re going to love this party!” He jumps on the balls of his feet in excitement. "There’s food, music, and the best dancers in all of the Scalding Sands!”

You nodded again, trying to keep your smile intact as you start to feel slightly sick to your stomach. The stares from the people around you doubled in size, and intensity. Like they knew you weren’t supposed to be here, and it scared you.

The both of you stare at the band for a minute, before kalim turns towards you with an even bigger smile that before, "We should dance!" He says pulling you slighty closer by your hand that he was still holding.

You blink in surprise at the notion, trying to process the suggestion. Dance, with him. You feel fear overtake the panic you were feeling, but you quickly plaster on another polite smile.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” you tried, your voice quiet. As you glanced at the crowd, where more faces turned to watch the two of you. Their gazes felt sharp, judgmental. Like they were about to pounce on you and eat you for lunch.

“Come on!” Kalim laughed, looking at the crowd around you. “It’ll be fun! Don’t worry about them,” he added, his voice growing slightly quieter as he gestured toward them with his free hand. “They’re just jealous they didn’t ask you to dance first!”

You felt your cheeks warm up at the statement, though you couldn’t quite tell if it was from flattery or embarrassment. “I’m... not very good at dancing,” you muttered, attempting one last time to decline.

“That’s okay!” Kalim beamed at you. “Just follow my lead!”

Before you could try to protest anymore, he dragged you into the crowd of dancers. The lively music was quite nice, and his enthusiasm was infectious. Though your first couple of steps were awkward, Kalim’s energy made it hard not to smile.

He twirled you around, his laughter ringing out like a melody. “See? You’re a natural!” he grins, voice full of encouragement.

You let out a laugh of your own, your nerves from before disappearing, if only slightly. As the two of you danced, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he moved, like he’d done this a thousand times before. And despite everything you'd seen and heard about people like him, this wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t so bad. Maybe Mira was wrong about them.

The both of you were having fun, not at all caring about all the stares and whispers around you, at least until someone cleared their throat loudly behind you.

You froze mid-step, turning your head to see a figure standing slightly away from the both of you. Their sharp gray eyes stared into your own, their expression unreadable but clearly unimpressed.

“Kalim,” the figure said, their tone calm but firm. “Your parents are asking for you.”

Kalim’s grin faltered for just a moment as he quickly took a glance at you before he nodded. “Okay! Please lead me to them, Jamil!” he grinned again, now finally letting go of your hand.

The figure’s gaze—apparently named Jamil—shifted to you. His gaze made your skin crawl slightly before he bowed toward you, his eyes never once leaving you.

You sent a small, polite smile before bowing slightly yourself. He raised an eyebrow briefly before turning to lead Kalim away, who waved at you with a grin, making you return it halfheartedly. Slightly hoping this would be the last time you meet the white-haired male.

The buffet table infront of you was big, elegant dishes with meats, fruits, and delicate pastries lay all over the table. The scent of spices filled the air, making your stomach rumble as you looked at it all. You hesitatly raise your hand towards the food, while looking around you. Before grabbing a small pastry and stuffing it into your mouth.

A satisfied hum leaves you as you taste it, it was really good. Better than anything you've ever stolen before. You quickly make you way to the end of the buffet, a more calm side of the room.  Before placing a few things in your bag, while trying to keep a neutral expression, making sure no one suspected anything.

As you reached for another plate of food— mainly bread and fruits, your attention was pulled toward a conversation to your right. A group of servants were whispering. Their voices were low but clear enough for you to overhear.

“The treasure room has more guards tonight,” one of them murmured. “I heard they’ve been reassigned there for portection of all the treasure's.”

“The windows would the only way in now,” another servant added. “I’ve seen the vault door locked tight tonight, so there’s no way in from the hallway.”

You smirk slightly, pretending to casually reach out for a drink as you edged closer, ears strained to catch every word. “It wouldn’t be long before someone catches on,” the first servant muttered. “Better keep an eye out to the windows when switching shifts to the kitchen.”

Before you could fully digest the conversation, you heard footsteps approaching as the group disperses, and you quickly take a sip of the drink as you grab another pastry, hoping to make yourself look busy. You quickly finish whatever was in your glass as you put it down and slowly make your way to the exist of the ball room.

The loud talking of the ballroom fades into a muffled hum as you slip through the quieter hallways of the palace, you admire the beautiful decorations as you try to quietly make your way though. The golden detail on the walls gleam faintly in the dim light, the soles of your shoes were silent against the polished floors, you remember one of the older boys in the slums teach you and Mira how to quietly walk like this.

You feel your heart pound with a mix of fear and exhilaration. If Mira's plan worked, you'd be out of here before anyone realized what had happened, with jewel you could sell and money that would last you all for a lifetime.

The servants' words replay in your head. The windows, the treasure room. It sacred you slightly, if you mess it up your life would be done for in the blink of an eye. Still, desperation fuels you, and you’re determined to find it.

Eventually, you spot an ornate archway leading to an open courtyard. The cool night air greets you as you step out, you scan for any sign of guards, and find none. Your gaze shifts upwards, spotting  balconies and terraces that line the palace. A route to the roof. You exhale sharply and move into the shadows.

Just as your fingers grip the edge of a window covered by latticework to climb, you hear the distinct sound of footsteps behind you. You immediately let go and make yourself look presentable.

You see a figure walk through the arch you just came from, as he look at you. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you lost?" The voice is calm but sharp, with a slight tinge of suspicion. It wasn’t hard to tell he found you suspicious.

You recognize the figure to be the same one as before in the ballroom, the one that had stopped your dance with the asim heir—Jamil was his name if you remembered correctly.

His dark eyes seemed to pierce through you, one of his brows raised in a question that felt more like a challenge. His arms are crossed, but his posture relaxed, it put you slightly on edge.

“Oh!” You exclaim, forcing a sheepish smile as you force yourself to walk towards him. “I—I didn’t mean to wander off. I was just… trying to find the exit.” You let out a nervous laugh, wringing your hands. “I need to leave. My sibling… they got injured, I just received a message.. and I need to check on them.”

Jamil’s expression doesn’t shift, but his eyes flicker briefly toward the arch you both had come from. “The main exit is on the other side of the palace,” he says coolly. “You’re heading the wrong way.”

Your heart races, but you try to keep your tone as steady as possible. “Oh, I—thank you for letting me know. I must’ve gotten turned around.”

His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, you swear he’s about to call your bluff. But then, he steps backwards and gestures toward the hall he had come from. “Allow me to escort you out,” he offers, tone polite but firm. “I wouldn’t want you to get lost again.”

You hesitate, you felt your mind racing. Refusing would only make him more suspicious, so you force down any hesitation you had and nod reluctantly, a forceful grateful smile fromjng on your face. “That’s very kind of you, thank you.”

As he leads you through the halls, his posture remains calm, but his sharp eyes occasionally flick toward you, like he was studying every move you make. You try to keep your expression neutral, but the weight of his gaze makes your skin crawl with fear.

When you finally reach the grand entrance, Jamil stops and turns to face you. His expression is unreadable as he bows slightly. “I trust you’ll make it home safely.”

You force a polite nod, murmuring a quiet thanks before stepping out into the cool night air. As you walk away from the palace, you feel the intensity of his gaze on your back, as though he’s memorizing every detail about you.

Once you’re out of sight, you exhale shakily, you could sneak back in. But you didn't want to risk it, so you walk back towards the dirty slums you came from a frown etched on your face.

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PAIRINGS: Jamil Viper x gn!reader (Kalim Al-Asim x gn!reader)

SUMMARY: he always knew you liked strawberries

WORDCOUNT: 400

GENRE: angst

NOTES: I love angst, this might also be slightly ooc(?) Trying to get a better grip of writing him!

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Jamil knew you liked strawberries.

The first time he met you was in the Scarabia kitchen, where you were making a strawberry pie. Kalim had tasked him with making a snack that he was craving, which was why he was there. He had seen you at the sorting ceremony before—you were a first year.

You were a kind and calm new addition to his life, one he appreciated. It was nice coming into the kitchen in the mornings and seeing you there, baking something from a new recipe you found online or one you thought of yourself.

Jamil started to notice your little habits whenever he was in the kitchen.

The way you stuck out your tongue when concentrating, the way you always looked so excited whenever something was done, the way you hummed a random tune you’d learned on Magicam when mixing something.

It was something that would’ve annoyed him if it were anyone else, but it was you. So he didn’t mind as much.

He started to appreciate those days when he would enter the kitchen, and you’d greet him with a calm and serene smile. Those moments where you both just did your own thing in peaceful silence.

It was nice.

Jamil knew everything was going to go downhill from here.

He entered the kitchen at the same time he always did. Though he hadn’t expected to see Kalim standing next to you with a big grin on his face while you explained the process of making a pie.

He hadn’t expected the feeling in his stomach—the feeling of losing once again. The feeling of despair.

He told himself it was because he preferred the routine, that Kalim had just disturbed it. That was all. But deep down, he knew the truth. He knew he was lying to himself. He preferred it when you were there.

With just him, and no one else.

Jamil always knew you liked strawberries.

So why did it break his heart when you walked down the aisle toward Kalim and not him? Why did it break his heart when he had to stand in the shadows once again, never outshining Kalim?

Why did it break his heart when he got a piece of the wedding cake and it was strawberry-flavored?

Why did it break his heart so?

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PAIRINGS: Kalim Al-Asim x gn!reader / Jamil Viper x gn!reader

SUMMARY: A failed morning robbery, leads to your twin sister coming up with an idea.

WORDCOUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: none (please tell me if I missed any)

NOTES: first fanfic! feedback appreciated, but please be kind!

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The sun casts a glare on your face as you look up at it, a sigh leaves you before turning away and hopping off of the barrel and pushing the cloth hanging from your shoulders over your face and hair. You make your way to the busy market, weaving through the groups of people as you adjust the bag you're holding.

The fruits and vegetables lying on the cloth in front of you look good—too good for you to afford. You make yourself look busy by looking at the price tags hanging in front of the baskets containing the food.

Before quickly turning around, putting your fingers to your mouth, and letting out a high-pitched whistle. Not even a second later, a short black-haired kid walks towards the stall you are standing at, looking at the apples before yanking the cloth the basket was lying on, making it, along with the apples in it, fall to the ground.

The man running the stall, who had his eyes on you with suspicion, turned to the kid startled before a second later started scolding him and helping the kid pick up the apples. As they do, you grab a couple of the other fruits, putting them in the bag, not wasting a second before turning around and trying to walk away, before a yell stops you.

"Hey, kid. Whad'ya take?" You turn around for a moment, meeting the man's eyes before turning on your heel and running away through the market. You don't pay attention to the man's yells as you try to outrun him while simultaneously keeping the cloth on your face and holding onto the bag.

You don't make it far as you turn to look back, trying to see how much distance you've made before bumping into someone, making you drop the bag and all the food inside while you and the stranger fall to the ground. A curse leaves your lips as you look at the stranger. He has short white hair, red eyes, and gold earrings. He's rich, and he's pretty.

His eyes are mesmerising, like the rubies you've seen on rich ladies' rings. You both stare at each other for a moment, before a yell interrupts.

"HALT THIEF, SOMEONE STOP EM!" You turn to look at the man running towards you before you turn back to the stranger, who looks at you with a curious expression and his mouth open as if he were about to start talking. You don't give him a chance before you've made up your mind; you grab a single peach off of the ground as you stand up before running away from the both of them.

not at all paying any attention to the long black-haired male standing there, looking at you, with eyes narrowed.

It didn't take you long to lose the man after you left the marketplace and entered the more rundown place of Silk City.

You knew these streets like the back of your hand, so it wasn't hard to find a good hiding spot. You take the cloth off of your face and hair before wiping the sweat away from your forehead. Stretching your arms above your head, trying to keep yourself from getting cramps.

"So what's the haul?" You turn to look at the kid from before as a smile overtakes your face; you lift your hand to ruffle his already messy hair as he lets out a sound in protest. "Not a lot, bumped into this rich-looking guy making me drop everything."

"No way, you're joking! He should've moved out of the way!" He pouted up at you childishly, making you let out a laugh. "Got you this, though!" You say, pulling out the peach from your pocket before throwing it to him with a wink. He looks down at it for a moment before an uncertain look takes over his face. "What about you and the rest?"

For the second time that day, a sigh escapes you. You think for a moment before crouching down to his height, looking at him with a sad smile. "Aras, you should have to worry about those things, okay? All I need you to do is keep smiling while me and Mira get you and Aria food on your plates."

He looks at the peach in his hands before sneaking one more glance at you; as you give him an encouraging nod, he smiles before taking a bite out of the fruit.

You let out a laugh as you turn around, walking away. "Let's go home, Aras."

You hold your hand in front of your face, trying to keep the warm sun away from your eyes as you smile at the old lady who lives in the ruins of a building you're palking past with Aras, making your way home. This was the poorer side of Silk City. Most people don't visit due to the vibe the place gives off, but it's not that bad if you love here. Most people here look out for each other, we have too. No one else will.

The main street wasn't big; it was paved with uneven stone tiles. The buildings had cracks and holes in them, overgrown with plants. You walked towards the main open village square. Normally, you'd nornally see armed people standing against the broken-down buildings, ready to take everything you have within a minute's notice if you're not from here.

But it's rather empty today, probably at the Zahab market trying to steal some food for their family, like you and Aras failed earlier this morning. You smiled at the guy who lived next door to you as you pulled away the purple cloth from the doorway to make your way inside.

Your little brother smiled and waved as he ran over to his makeshift playroom (a piece of wood leaning against the corner of the wall with a long blue cloth over it for privacy). You give Aria a quick hug as she looks up at you smiling from playing with the worn-out wooden dolls she had gotten from the nice old lady you saw earlier for her birthday.

You push aside another piece of worn-out fabric and come face to face with your twin sister. She pushes her black hair out of her face as she grins at you before looking at your hip with confusion. A sigh leaves you as you walk closer to her. "Bumped into some guy and dropped everything."

She laughs as she turns around, grabbing the last apple you had from off of the counter, throwing it to you a second later, as you catch it with no effort at all. "Hey, at least you tried!"

Her enthusiastic tone didn't match how you were feeling at all. "It's the first time in months that I failed, all because I and that rich guy couldn't look where we were going!"

You take a seat at the counter, looking down at Mira, throwing your arms in the air dramatically as you finish the sentence. A pout overtakes your face before aggressively taking a bite out of the apple, hoping to quell your anger.

"You know, I talked with Elias this morning!" She giggled, twirling around, making her skirt flare up. "Mhm, the next-door neighbour guy?" You sent her a knowing look, raising your eyebrows up and down. "Oh, shut it!" She yelled in response, a smile on her face.

You hop off the counter as you Finnish your apple, throwing the core in the basket in the corner before turning to face your twin, waiting for her to continue talking. "Apparently, the eldest child of the Al-Asim family came home from school today for summer vacation!" You raise your eyebrows in confusion before she continues.

"Elias overheard someone say they were having a welcome home party! You know what that means!" She grins before taking your hand, leading you to the last room in the house, the shared bedroom you four sleep in. "I pulled some strings, and... got you this!"

On top of the mattress that lay on the floor was an outfit. It had a cropped red top with gold embroidery and sheer, white sleeves. Loose, high-waisted red pants that stop mid-thigh, tied with a sash that was adorned with golden tassels, and a chunky gold choker tied to the top.

"It's fake gold, of course! But I think you could still pass off as a rich person!" She grinned at you while dragging you closer to the outfit. "You want me to pass off as a rich person and break in?"

"Yup, and find the treasury room, or steal anything valuable you see!" You frown as you look at the outfit for a moment before turning back to her. "I don't know about this, Mira.." A sigh leaves her lips as she walks forward, grabbing your hands in hers.

"What if I get caught? What if I mess up again?" Her face softens, and she pulls you closer. "I know you won’t. You’re smart, strong, and fast. The only reason you failed today was because of that rich guy."

As if she still senses your hesitation, she brings you into a quick hug. "I know you don't like stealing, but they don't care about us; they're just rich bastards that have everything!" She pulls back and lets frustration take over her face. "They hoard their wealth and leave us to starve. If they had the chance, they’d probably wipe us all out.”

You look at the outfit, the fake gold catching your eye, as you frown. She's right, they don’t care about you and your family. So why should you care about them? You turn back towards her as determination takes over your face. "Yeah, you're right. I'll go."

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PAIRINGS: Kalim Al-Asim x gn!reader / Jamil Viper x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Being a thief in the bustling Silk City isn't the most fun, but it's the only way to provide for your family. So when a morning market heist fails and your twin sister comes with the idea to infiltrate the Asim household during their eldest child's welcome-home party, you have no choice but to agree. But now, why does the eldest Asim child suddenly want to befriend you so badly?

WARNINGS: slighty ooc writing(?), slight book 4 spoilers(?), violence

UPDATE SCHEDULE: sporadic

STATUS: ongoing

Ⅰ. failed ▹ wc: 1.6k

୨୧ | A failed morning robbery, leads to your twin sister coming up with an idea

Ⅱ. party ▹ wc: 2.8k

୨୧ | The party infiltration doesn’t quite go as expected

Ⅲ. market ▹ wc:

Ⅳ. ??? ▹ wc:

Ⅴ. ??? ▹ wc:

Rest TBD..

NOTE: this is my first uploaded fic / series on tumblr, kinda scary but I hope it goes well! Enjoy :D

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