"In this world,hope is such a fragile thing Wouldn't it be better if we just become hopeless ?The risk of pain is lesser after all. That's why I exist,the witch who feeds on hope"
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⊹₊⋆All I Really Want is You | Scarabia x GN Reader
synopsis — Jamil invites the prefect to Scarabia for assistance with their assignment, but their private time is interrupted by Kalim. As time passes unnoticed, the prefect accidentally lingers in their dorm longer than intended, much to Viper's and Al-Asim's amusement. Each, in their own unique way, the duo wishes to explore the prefect’s inner world more deeply and understand them better.
genre — yandere
warning — none
more works: masterlist
now playing: all i really want is you - the marías
As the afternoon rolled in and classes concluded, the rain began to pour heavily. This weather pattern has been a consistent feature since Spring arrived at Night Raven College. Students emerged from their classrooms, appearing almost drowsy, while the sky turned a bleak grey and the wind picked up in strength.
Jamil strolled out of his classroom, a yawn slipping from his lips. He waved goodbye to a few classmates he often chatted with before heading toward the Hall of Mirrors. As he walked, he noticed a familiar figure standing by one of the grand arched windows, gazing out at the rain. Observing the prefect from a distance, he confirmed that none of their usual friend group was nearby and decided to approach them.
I need to see you in my window
“The weather has been quite dreadful lately, hasn’t it?” Without glancing at the boy, the prefect acknowledges his presence with a response, remaining facing forward.
In a whisper
Jamil pauses in silence for a moment as an idea takes shape in his mind. He examines every feature of their face closely. Even amidst this gloomy weather, their visage continues to glow. Inside his indifferent demeanor, his heart beats rapidly.
All I really want is you
“Would you like to join me in Scarabia so we can work on the assignment together?”
The prefect finally gazes at Jamil, their eyes sparkling with intrigue. Viper reflects on how effortless it is to decipher their emotions as he scrutinizes those eyes. However, a hint of hesitation stirs within them.
"But is it okay? Are you not busy?"
"I happen to be free today, and why would I say no to you?" A wave of warmth and relief washes over them as they ask him to take the lead. With the hallway now deserted, the two stroll side by side toward the Hall of Mirrors.
It’s quite unusual for him to have their company like this. Previously, he had only watched them from a distance, but now he finds himself comfortably beside them, without the initial lingering apprehension from his overblot incident. He’s having them all to himself, for now. Every word they speak is like a melody meant just for him, and he can't help but hang on to their every syllable.
He savors this moment, engraving every detail into his memory—their scent, the way their eyes glimmer under the dim lights of the hall, and the soft laughter that spills from their lips. He wonders if they realize how much power they hold over him, how every glance fuels a fire that he guards jealously.
The thought of anyone else being this close to them sits uneasily in his mind, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Yet, in this moment, the tempest within him is calmed by the gentle cadence of their voice. As they walk, the echoes of their footsteps resonate softly against the grand architecture around them, creating a rhythm that feels as intimate as a heartbeat.
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As Jamil and the prefect stroll through the hallways of Scarabia, they unexpectedly encounter Kalim, who is accompanied by three other members of Scarabia. Upon spotting the duo, his eyes light up with excitement as he wraps up his conversation with the other students.
“Alright! Let’s discuss this another time! Please send me the details in the group chat!” As the three figures depart with cheerful smiles, Kalim turns to greet Jamil and the prefect, his smile radiant. Viper feels a pang in his heart, realizing that his time alone with the prefect is coming to an end.
“Prefect! Jamil! It’s wonderful to see you! Especially you, Prefect!” He quickens his pace toward the magicless student and takes both of their hands. “I’m so thrilled to see you here! So, what brings you by?”
The prefect chuckles at the white-haired boy's enthusiasm. "Jamil said he wants to help me with my History of Magic assignment." Kalim’s excitement intensifies, more so since the prefect is staying longer in his dorm. He bounces joyfully on his spot and invites them to his room, saying, “Why don’t we do it in my room? It’ll be more comfy for everyone! Ooh! We could even discuss the topic together!” Jamil's expression darkens at this suggestion, showing reluctance to accept his housemate's invitation.
The prefect glances at Jamil, noticing the slight sweat forming due to Kalim's enthusiasm. With their observant eyes and awareness of the dynamics around them, they understand the relationship Viper and Al-Asim have. They are aware of all of it. Therefore, they need to ensure that the long-haired boy is okay with everything. However, even Jamil finds it hard to decline the white-haired boy's invitation. He shrugs and decides to go along with it.
“Fine by me.” At this, Kalim leaps even higher in joy.
“Yay! Come on! This way!”
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Time seems to slip away as the sky deepens into darkness. A cool breeze wafts through the large arched windows of Al-Asim's room, where the moonlight casts a tranquil glow. The warm lighting envelops the space, creating a cozy atmosphere. The prefect, Jamil, and Kalim are seated on the floor, gathered around a low table with textbooks and notes scattered around them. The only voice breaking the silence is Jamil's as he explains the assignment.
“The task for this class is ‘The Origin of Magic from Country A and Historical Resolution.’” The prefect listens quietly, trying their best to comprehend Viper's words, as does Al-Asim. However, his focus lies elsewhere.
“In my opinion... this war was a surprise attack orchestrated by Country B to counter Country A's formidable military strength.” Al-Asim's ruby-red eyes remain fixed on the prefect, propping himself up with both hands on the table as he gazes at them with admiration.
In his eyes, the prefect embodies perfection. It wasn't merely love at first sight; Kalim genuinely believes that their encounter was destined. Their kindness, candid nature, and profound empathy captivate him. He studies those sparkling eyes, yearning to decipher what they truly think of him and how they instinctively know just the right words to make his heart flutter.
Kalim's heart races with each passing moment, a mix of excitement and an overwhelming need to keep the prefect close. He can't help but imagine a world where they belong solely to him, where no distractions or other people could ever come between them. A world where they could bask in each other's presence endlessly.
“However, given how different Country B's culture and civilization are from those of Country A, the concept of Magic A, which is exclusive to Country B, must have been…” Jamil's voice trails off as he notices the prefect’s furrowed brows. Aside from their fatigue, it seems they are struggling to fully grasp everything he just explained. He gently touches their hand for reassurance.
“You're having a hard time, aren't you? History is merely a game of deception among nations.” This snaps Kalim back to reality, and he notices his friend holding the prefect's hand. This action stirs a peculiar feeling in his heart, though he can’t quite place why. The prefect resumes jotting down notes to complete their assignment while Jamil turns to him.
“Prefect, why don't we let you focus for now while we prepare? Right, Kalim?” The Scarabia housewarden feels slightly confused by his vice’s statement but soon realizes it’s already late.
“Y-yes, prefect! If you need to rest, feel free to lie down on the bed! We’ll see you later.” With that, the pair exits through the door.
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The door quietly swings open to reveal Jamil and Kalim already dressed in their loungewear. As they step inside, they notice the prefect is not at the low table as expected. Instead, they find the prefect lying on the bed with their back turned to them.
“Wah! Prefect!” Kalim exclaims, dashing over to the bed to get closer. He plops down beside the prefect and gazes at them fondly.
“You must be really tired, huh?” Jamil comments as he picks up the magicless' notebook to read what they’ve written, smiling as he sees they are gradually grasping the subject and his explanations.
“Kalim, since it’s already late, I’m heading back to my room.” However, Kalim stops Jamil.
“Wait! Why don’t you stay here with us? A sleepover! I’m sure the prefect would be happy too…?” Once again, he feels that familiar flutter in his chest. Kalim simply wants to have both of his beloved people close tonight, yet he finds himself hesitating over his own words. Jamil would rather sleep next to the prefect alone, without anyone else, yet he smirks inwardly and accepts this arrangement.
“Alright. I just need to grab something from my room, and I’ll be back.” Kalim shakes off his doubts and continues to watch the prefect as they sleep. There was a lingering silence before he lay down next to them, gently stroking their face with his free hand. Before Viper departs, Al-Asim calls out to him once more.
“Jamil, we should do this more often.” The long-haired boy furrows one brow at the other’s statement, confusion clearly displayed on his face.
“What do you mean by that? The prefect usually sticks with their own group of friends, don’t they?” Kalim's red eyes are locked on the prefect’s expression, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I mean, even if they're busy, you can always use your unique magic, right? That way, we could hang out more often.” At Kalim’s last words, Jamil simply chuckles and exits the room.
“Mom and Dad would love to meet you, even brothers and sisters.” He sighs heavily, as if trying to contain the overwhelming love welling up inside him. He scoots closer, slipping an arm beneath the prefect and another over them. “I’d cherish every night holding you like this in bed. I’d give you anything you want.” His eyes grow heavy, and he whispers,
"All I really want is you."
Not long after, the door swings open to reveal Jamil, wearing the headband he had taken from his room. He notices both figures lying on the bed, nestled beneath the blanket. With a soft sigh, he dims the lights. Viper approaches the bed and spots a space next to the prefect, presumably reserved for him.
His dark charcoal eyes scrutinize every detail of the prefect’s visage. Climbing onto the bed, he reaches for the prefect's tie, swiftly untangling it to ease the constriction around their neck while they sleep. He also removes both their socks, folding them carefully with the necktie and placing the items on the nearest nightstand. Finally, he unbuttons a few buttons on their shirt.
His gaze lingers on the area around their neck, thoughts racing through his mind. He slowly caresses the area with his hand. Deep inside, he grapples with unanswered questions about the prefect that he fears he may never uncover. With his sharp perception, he senses that there are things the prefect knows that remain a mystery to him, including their true feelings toward him.
While they appear to be endlessly friendly with their peers at NRC, he yearns to delve into their innermost thoughts and emotions. They may see themselves as an outsider in this world, but Jamil would do anything to keep them from returning to their own realm, if that is even a possibility.
He settles into the vacant space beside them, gently reaching out to turn their face toward him. Carefully intertwining his fingers with theirs, he closes his eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.
There’s also already five cases of cops stalking their wives, mistresses, ex-girlfriends, ex-girlfriends new boyfriend etc like this - there no warrant required, no supervision around who or when cops can access these systems.
Police departments don’t even have systems in place for when cops retire or fired to make sure their Flock credentials are revoked. Crazy days.
