#12daysofjalim

[cranberrybanjo]

12 Days of Jalim (ft. Zain) | Day 1: Snowman & Day 2: Mittens

Hope you guys don’t mind I combined a couple of the days, they just fit so well together ❄️🧤

@demcrazymandolin & @frowardthinker thank you guys for coming up with such a cute challenge! I’m so excited to see what everyone makes :3c

[oblivious-troll]

Day One;

Sweaters

Just in case it's needed because Jason's sweater is a little cut off, it says 'I have a big package for you' ;]

[hopesallwegotleft]

Stars

Prompt #8: Stars Words: 740 Summary: Jason and Salim spend some time together in quarantine.

The complex's dome is a sturdy fence at their back, sheltering them from the wind. Atop the roof, his legs splay out before him, and Salim leans against the solid structure of the palace as much as he can, borrowing strength from it and the lit cigarette in his mouth. 

Jason comforts him with his presence, carrying along that easy camaraderie they share. Sitting beside him, Jason has one leg up, the other straight out on the floor—technically the roof—with his forearm propped up on his knee. 

After a cramped week of confinement and quarantine and debriefs, Jason had used his knowledge as an on-site commissioned officer in Camp Slayer and snuck them into a room with roof access.

To think, Salim marvels. He's been sojourned beneath the dome of Radwaniyah Palace while he never even imagined he'd be permitted entry, let alone sleep away the nights beneath it. The remains of the palace hold a melancholic beauty to him, a reminder of its past splendor. What a magnificent view it would've been to witness it when it was fully intact, decorated with marble, not surrounded by chain-link fences everywhere. Like the rest of his country, he hopes to see it restored to its full beauty one day. 

If he ever gets released from the Americans' captivity, he worries. His throat closes up at the thought, eyes dropping down to the pitch-black lake surrounding the palace.

From the corner of his eye he sees Jason, keen gaze piercing his skull, peering into his very mind, uncovering his thoughts. Jason's ability to know so much about him, to discover all these quiet, vulnerable parts of him should frighten him. Yet he constantly finds himself seeking out Jason's company, yearning for more. 

"Hey," Jason says, gently nudging Salim's shoulder with his own. His voice is pitched low, suiting this private moment between them. "Which one's Cetus?"

Salim glances up at the midnight sky, spreading out above their heads in a vast, unending darkness, then looks back at Jason. He raises an eyebrow, giving Jason a skeptic look while he inhales the smoke of his cigarette.

"You want to know all fourteen stars that make up Cetus?" 

Jason's reply is casual, unhurried. "Nah," he answers, taking a sip from a can of beer Rachel managed to arrange for him. "Just wanted to get you out of your own head."

Salim can't help the small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "That's fortunate," he says, "because I don't believe they're visible to the naked eye yet."

With their eyes adjusted to the dark of the night sky, the light from the half-moon is enough to see by. His heart skips a beat, his breath catching when he glances over and finds Jason staring at him with an unreadable expression. Jason always has an innate charm around him, Salim thinks. From the way he moves to that Southern drawl. But illuminated by the glow from the half-moon, alhamdulillah, he looks mesmerizing. 

He looks up to the stars dotting the firmament above them, almost willing the stars of the Cancer constellation to be visible. Even though he knows better. "I would point out the stars of your astrological sign, but..." he pauses, making eye contact with Jason even in the dark of night, "the same goes for them. They're difficult to see clearly if you're not paying attention."

For a beat, Jason is quiet. Salim can see the outline of his throat, can see the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. Then Jason meets his eyes again.

"What about yours?"

"Oh. Taurus, I think you call it? Those can be seen—" 

At his side, Jason lets out a soft snort. So he pauses, interrupting himself to ask, "Yes?"

"'Course someone as stubborn as you has the sign of a bull," Jason says, his eyes catching the moonlight in a way that makes them gleam mischievously. 

This coming from someone as hardheaded as Jason, Salim thinks.

Then Jason leans in a little closer, resting the back of his shoulder comfortably against the front of Salim's, and Salim's mind blanks. For a moment, he forgets the subject of their conversation, the reason he's in Baghdad, what they're doing on a roof. He forgets everything but the press of Jason's warm body against his side. 

Jason smirks at him, then looks up at the bright stars above them. "Show me," Jason says, which Salim does. 

[demcrazymandolin]

12 Days of Jalim

Hello lovelies I'm back this year with another 12daysofjalim!!!

I've seen a couple of new faces around the jalim fandom so if you weren't here for this last year then welcome <3

There are 12 christmas/winter themed prompts for the 12 days leading up to christmas held from Dec 14 - Dec 25. The prompts are meant to be guidelines and inspiration, not rules! As long as its Jalim and your own work feel free to share it for 12 days of Jalim, just be sure to tag it as #jalim and #12daysofjalim

Im so excited to be back this year and hope yall have fun this time round :3

Here are the lovely prompts ^-^

Anyone who is new to this feel free to check out how last years 12daysofjalim went under the tag!!

2024 12daysofjalim prompt list

not to bring down the mood or anything but i just want to add that im dedicating this years (and how ever many more this goes on) to the amazing and talented artist @frowardthinker who was my partner in this brilliant escapade. She is unfortunately no longer with us, but for those who don't know was one of the brilliant minds behind this. She drew the lovely banner that is attached to the top of this post last year and im reusing it in honor of her. I loved doing this with her last year and that was one of the driving forces that brought me back this year. But last years was truly amazing so definitely go check out the talented artworks that she did last year because each one is so incredible.

But all that to say im dedicating this and all the art I create, to her <3

Hope you guys enjoy this years prompts :)

Happy Thanksgiving!!

[myscprin]

12 days of Jalim 2025

Day 3: Pajamas

Rachel: Should've gifted them 2 sets

Eric: I did though...

Thought it'd be fun to show their sleeping habits too. Jason runs warm, so he sleeps shirtless if he can. Cant really tell, but Salim sleeps with his shirt tucked into his pants and always wears socks to bed (even though he kicks them off throughout the night). And no matter what-- they must maintain contact with ✨the booty ✨

Textless under cut

[frowardthinker]

12 days of jalim - Cookies 🍪

ME AND @demcrazymandolin MADE HOUSE OF ASHES COOKIES!!!!!!!

[ultrabananapudding]

#12daysofjalim | Day 6: Cookies

The only reason this batch of cookies turned out as good as they did was thanks to Nick stepping in before Jason could burn the entire kitchen down.

Reference:

[the-rat-child]

12 Days of Jalim: Hot Chocolate

this will probably be my only contribution to the season :( I have some bigger fics in the works

fic under the cut and happy holidays

Salim jumped out of bed.

Raising a child made him a light sleeper, just in case something like this happens.

He raced out of his room and followed the sounds of screaming.

They weren't coming from Zain's room, thankfully, and that fact eased his mind slightly.

Slightly.

The noise led him to the kitchen, stopping as he watched the scene with confusion.

Jason stood shirtless as Zain pressed a cloth to his back.

“You're an idiot, I hope you know that.”

“Y’know damn well that you put the handle right where I'd run into it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Well your dumbass didn't see it!”

“YOUR DUMBASS JUST FAILED A GROUP PROJECT!”

“DON’T YOU DARE BRING THAT UP!  That was not my fault, thank you!  In fact, our professor is giving that one girl time to make up her portion, so I didn't technically fail it yet.”  He smacked Jason in the head with the rag, continuing, “Remember who is helping who here.”

“Your dad's gon’ be pissed that you knocked those glasses over.”

“No, Baba has the philosophy that cups and shit are replaceable, but I’m not.”

“80% sure he could go adopt some other shithead kid.”

“I'll beat your ass.”

“I'd like to see you try!”

Salim squeezed his eyes shut as he loudly sighed.

“G’Mornin’ Salim,” Jason greeted with a smile.

“Baba, your boyfriend's being mea-”

“You started it!”

“Will you two, please, shut up.”  Salim knew that their bickering was friendly, all in good fun, but it could be annoying. Especially if it interrupts his sleep.  “Why were you screaming?  And which one of you was it?”

"Baba, after last night you should remember what Jason's screaming sounds like," He joked as Salim groaned.

Despite high-fiving Zain, Jason craned his neck to unsuccessfully face him.  “Someone left the handle of the pot stickin’ out, so I got a back covered with boilin’ water.”

“We were going to make your tea, and we wanted hot chocolate.”

“Which you should use milk for.”

“That is not what's important right now,” Zain hissed.

Salim contemplated turning around and going back to bed, but instead, he asked, “Did you at least mop the mess?”

“Yeah, swept and mopped,” Jason replied with a small nod.

At least he was smiling through the pain.  Surely that means the burn isn't too bad, right?

“Go sit down, and Zain, go…  Do whatever.  I will make your hot chocolate.”  

Salim followed Jason as Zain scampered off, asking, “Are you okay?”

Jason shrugged.  “Not the worst thin’ that's happened.  I'm straight.”

“You weren't last night.”

“EEEWWWWWWW,” Zain dramatically screamed as he entered the living room.  

“Just ‘cause you ain't got play don't mean it's nasty, kid.”

Zain scoffed before leaving again, closing his door with more force than necessary.  

“Why were you making my tea?”

“I wanted to wake you up with a nice surprise.”

Salim appreciated that, but definitely wasn't impressed with the attempt.

Jason and kitchens don't mix, he knew that.

“Why did you try?”

“‘Cause Zain was there to help!”

“Did you at least turn the burner off?”

Jason nodded, slightly hanging his head.  He knew it wouldn't have worked but any chance to bond with Zain was a chance he'd take.  Instead, he just made a fool of himself, two glasses broke, and he wasted time.  

Salim stood up and offered a hand.  “Let's just go back to sleep and try this later.”

“Sounds like a plan.”