Hiya big fan of your work so I’m zooming to send this in!! Can I ask for prompt 15 with jamil and azul+reader with a poly spin to it?
In which jamil and reader are ranting abt azul as a way to cope with the absurd reality that they both having a crush on azul (azul overhearing them begrudgingly accepting their fate lmfao)
💌Jamil Viper and Azul Ashengrotto (poly) + Prompt #15 (Ranting about how insufferable they are, but your friend thinks knows otherwise. Bonus points if the subject of your conversation overhears Everything.)
Flight Class was brutal.
Well, that was to be expected with a musclehead like Coach Vargas. But there was just something about today that got under Azul’s skin more than it usually would have. Specifically, two sets of eyes burning holes into his back as he painstakingly trudged through the aerial drills.
On a different day, he would have taken your and Jamil’s attention as a positive sign towards roping either of you into a contract with him, but today? The unreadable looks on your faces, coupled with what he knew were snide remarks shared between the two of you… it all affected him more than he could brush it off.
Though, what could he do about it? Nothing, really. That was the frustrating part.
Azul had bigger—no, more important things to worry about. He should forget about it. He approached the shed where the rest of the flight brooms were kept.
“—so obvious.”
“Excuse me, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him either.”
“It’s because his form is dreadful.”
Speak of the devil. What a cruel set of circumstances Azul has found himself in. His better instincts bring him to hide and eavesdrop.
“Suuure. The one day that he doesn’t bother recruiting you into Octavinelle, and you’re almost worried, you mother hen.”
“Please, Azul’s flying is an accident waiting to happen. And who’ll be responsible for coaching him when that happens?”
“Oh? So why do you look excited at that?”
“I’m not. It’s burdensome.”
“Incorrigible as he is, you’d have to admit he’s…quite the looker when he’s not blabbing away.”
Did Azul hear that correctly?
Jamil doesn’t say anything—probably doesn’t have a rebuttal prepared, his silence could almost pass for begrudging agreement.
“Ha. I knew it, you’re just as bad as me. Can I have a drink from that, by the way?”
“...You should have bought your own.”
No, Azul won’t reveal the fact that he overheard the two of you just yet. He decides to leave his hiding spot, plaster on an oblivious facade as he puts his broom away, interrupting the tail-end of your conversation.
(For now, he can revel in your spittake-turned-coughing-fit and Jamil’s panicked expression.)
a/n: BIBI.... U FLATTER ME... M'BLUSHINGH... i realized very quickly that a drabble wouldnt be enough words to put a resolution to the scenario but lets face it...... i think these three are meant to stew in their feelings for each other until they cant ignore the tension anymore 🤧🤧NE WAYS happy valentines oomfie, thank u for sending in a request 💕💕
