I have seen more and more readers on Ao3 mentioning that they don’t read non finished fics.
And I am not here to tell you to read fics that aren’t completed yet, because it’s not my job.
But please, if you subscribe to this policy, be aware that this absolutely contributes to fics never being finished.
Because writing a fic, especially a multi-chaptered-one, takes a lot of time and effort and writers need positive feedback to make it worth it. So if they aren’t getting it, the chance of them dropping the project altogether is significantly higher.
Genre/Tropes: Unestablished relationship. No notable ones!!
Summary: Kalim catches onto Jamil's little crush on you (it's more than that) and Jamil denies it because there's no way the two of you could ever end together (even though you want to.)
Author's Comments: This is loosely based on the song "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules. I stared with the intention of Kalim being more insistent (and taking the role of the muses) but then it turned into this.
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“Are you packing extra food for the Prefect again?”
Jamil winced at the loud voice as Kalim popped up over his shoulder, watching as he chopped up the meat he was using for Kalim’s lunch.
“No. And don’t say again, I never have. They can feed themselves.” he hissed, brow furrowing as he continued chopping.
“Aww, okay. You just always end up giving them the second box so I thought-”
“I make one for myself, too. Don’t think too much of it.” he said, “I’m only required to make your meals. I do not do such things for the Prefect.”
“Really? Because I thought you liked them!” Kalim responded.
WHAT?
Jamil jumped, whirling around to face him. He couldn’t wipe the annoyed glare off his face as Kalim blinked at him innocently.
How did he figure it out?!
“It’s nothing like that.” he sighed, shaking his head, “I have to make lunch for myself, you know. It has nothing to do with them.”
“Are you sure?” Kalim asked, looking very puzzled, “Because you smile a lot when you talk to them and they’re always in the kitchen with you during our parties instead of hanging out with everyone else. They’ve even told me about how you taught them to cook stuff from our home- Mmph!”
Jamil placed a hand over Kalim’s mouth, effectively cutting off his train of thought. This was bad. If Kalim knew about his feelings for you, there was no telling who else knew. If that annoying octopus from Octavinelle figured it out Jamil would be in a world of trouble.
How irritating.
“Don’t say such senseless things.” he hissed, releasing Kalim, “I have no feelings for the Prefect whatsoever. Has anyone else been talking about this baseless rumor?”
“No…I just thought you might like someone.” Kalim pouted, “I got excited because I like the Prefect and I wanted an excuse to throw parties for them-”
“Well, I don’t. Now go away. I won’t get your lunch prepared at this point.” Jamil shooed him away, knowing full well he would have had his lunch ready regardless.
“Okay! But I invited them over, so if you want to say hi you can!” Kalim beamed, scurrying out of the kitchen before Jamil could yell at him.
Was he serious?! Ugh, now he had to deal with you too.
Jamil rolled his eyes before getting back to work, hoping he could finish his duties before you arrived. If he could get Kalim his lunch and make sure he had all his things and walk Kalim to his class and then get to his without running into you, it would be the ideal morning.
With the way he talked about you, one would think he hated you.
That conclusion would be better than thinking he liked you.
He sped up his pace, not missing a beat as he finished up the two lunchboxes (one of which was totally for him. Giving it to you didn’t even cross his mind, because why in the world would he do that?)
“Jamil?” you called his name, opening the door to the kitchen, “Are you in here?”
“Yes.” he responded, mentally kicking himself for letting you know where he was even though it’d be suspicious to hide from you.
“Hey!” you caught his gaze, beaming as you shut the door behind you, “Is Kalim giving you trouble again? I can get his stuff together for you.”
“It’s fine. I can handle it.” he shot you a smile, hoping that would be enough to end the conversation.
It was you, though. Of course you kept talking.
“Of course you can. I just don’t want to get too stressed out.” you sighed, sounding upset that he hadn’t let you help.
“...If you could help walk Kalim to his next class, that would be a big help.” he mumbled, turning his head towards you for the first time since you came in.
Your face was so happy, the smile on your lips brighter than the overhead lights of the kitchen. Jamil swallowed thickly, face warming at the sight of you.
Pretty.
“Of course I can! I’ll make sure he gets there safe and sound, so you can count on me!” you cheered.
Jamil sighed again, stacking the two boxes. At least this way, both you and Kalim would be out of his hair shortly. He’d be able to fulfill his duties of watching Kalim and get to his class without a headache today because of you.
Besides, it’s not like he wanted to walk around with Kalim.
“Here, take these. They’re for Kalim’s lunch.” Jamil shoved the boxes into your hands, turning away quickly.
“Thank you! I’ll tell him that you’re almost ready to go!” you tucked the boxes into your chest like they were precious gems before exiting the kitchen.
He breathed a sigh of relief, resting against the counter. He didn’t have time for you or your smiles or laughs. He had a duty to Kalim, and he just partially gave that up to get away from you. He wasn’t in his right mind right now at all. Shaking his head, he wrinkled his nose at the feelings swarming around in his chest.
Whatever these feelings were, he couldn’t act on them. He was in no position to devote himself to another when his entire life was to be spent in service of Kalim.
It would be unfair to you to expect you to take his hand if he could only extend it halfway.
(Unbeknownst to him, you’d always been trying to meet him halfway.)
look-I get it. Trying to killed Neige was BAD of him. You can’t justify killing an innocent person
but what I’m saying is that Vil’s trauma is invalidated constantly in the Twst fandom. Vil is practically the “gifted child.” He’s perfect. He’s smart. He constantly achieves. I’m sure a few of us can relate to that. But being the gifted child sucks.
‘Your constantly putting yourself on a pedastal to achieve the best, good grades, etc-and for Vil’s case, to finally be number one.
And that’s quite frankly, unhealthy.
Vil constantly compares himself to Neige. He constantly looks for validation. He strives to be perfect so others can like him.
Vil has trauma. He’s been bullied since he was a child for being played as a villain. He overheard people saying that he was to perfect that nobody got him.
It honestly upsets me when people say that they least care about Vil’s Overblot. I get it-not many people relate to being a famous actor. But it’s not about that.
Vil’s Overblot was literally all about comparing himself to others, and finally realizing that he isn’t perfect.
THISSSS omfg im literally so sick of hearing vils trauma isnt real trauma y'all have no idea what it feels like to have all of your effort cast aside because there's someone else they prefer you guys havw no idea hwo it feels to not love yourself fully because you know there's always someone else that is more beautiful than you
and that's just because vil has never said about the traumas he had gotten from being in the spotlight ever since diapers, its pretty clear from the way vil talks and acts towards people never in his life has he ever been treated like a human he was criticized at every turn even tho he was just a child yall have no idea how trauma affects someone and it shows
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