#dellet-asides

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cw: sorry for writing more bedroom shenanigans, it will happen again. unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. probably some scientific inaccuracies, except for the inertia bits, that i understand. established relationship things and some light swearing. it's all lighthearted 😇

who needs morning alarms when you're partners with naga!jamil?

the first thing to wake you up is the cold press of his scales against your skin. which is the beginning of the end, sad to say. being part-reptile, of course his instincts bring him to search for the closest heat source. as the warm-blooded one in the relationship, you will make do.

which leads to your current predicament - not the comforting feeling of sleeping in his arms, the upper body situation is all fine and dandy on this side, you like the fabric of his sweater, you (both) deeply crave this kind of skinship, it's all good up here! - his coils are twined around your legs, heavy enough to pin you in place, leaving you vulnerable to the cold of the room. as your eyes crack open, what greets you is the dim blue glow of dawn. of course.

in this world of magic, you'd think they'd have created a kind of blanket that doesn't become utterly useless after several hours of shifting in one's sleep. with your limited movement, you manage to free one arm.

"jamil." you shake his shoulder.

"hmm?"

"can you get up, please? i need to shut off the ac."

to your dismay, he makes a vague sound of protest, curls his arms more protectively around you.

"jamil." he can't seriously be going back to sleep.

"it's still early, and you're all nice and warm..." and wasn't that the twisted miracle of this situation? the fact that you woke up before his alarms?

his languidness has got to be a joke. you've seen him move quicker than a bullet. snakes can haul ass when the situation calls for it. you weigh your options, you could yell 'spider' and risk the consequences of a freshly-awoken-and-panicking jamil.

or you could just freeze. who needs legs? who needs to move? the way his fingers idly stroked against the flesh of your stomach was nice and comforting -

"bullshit, you're also freezing...!" he just liked to see you struggle, didn't he? you try kicking your legs in a last bid to free yourself only for his coils to shift and properly entrap you in their grip.

oh that was unfair, being comprised of mostly muscle and having quick reflexes even when half-asleep. damned naga anatomy.

you heave an exasperated sigh through your nose, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.

jamil's breath fans across the back of your neck. "didn't you want to spend more time together like this?" he asks, faux-dejection creeping into his voice.

the skin of your nape erupts in a flurry of goosebumps, definitely not from the cold. you feel like you're burning, and you're not sure if that's a good thing.

so you decide to roll off the bed and take him down with you.

tagging my fellow jamilnatics: @viperwhispered @twstgo @crystallizsch @jessamine-rose @just-a-little-silly

(if any yall wanna be tagged for future jamil writing, just lmk through the replies. i know in my bones he will strike again)

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would jamil hate markiplier? would he be put off by the guy's smooth buttery voice? or would he just be confused at the concept of let's players as a whole?

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cw: 3 am thoughts hitting, but this time we got good ones 🤧 yippee🎉 i would've wanted to put this in my current wip, but the vibes don't fit, so i'm jus throwing it out here. pre-slash relationship crack, reader is yuu/ramshackle prefect and extra down-bad for jamil, accidental violence and blood descriptions, unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine as always. if u see me editing out any typos and incomplete sentences, no u did not.

thinking of how jamil seems to have a constant furrow in his brow while sleeping. at first, you take it as a sign that he probably isn't even asleep. he's probably keeping his eyes shut in spite of the noise you make. as much as you blame the lack of regular upkeep for the ramshackle dormitory's constant creaks and groans, jamil probably is the lightest sleeper (out of the human characters in the NRC ensemble at least). he's probably keeping all the minute complaints to himself and is just making use of these forty-five minutes away from kalim.

to you, the little crease on his forehead is extra confirmation that - no matter how much he denies it - jamil is so overworked that he cannot seem to find much peace, even in unconsciousness.

and you try to busy yourself, anything to stop from keeping vigil (or watching over him like a guardian angel? to be honest, you were more like a sleep paralysis demon). you were not going to ruin this sacred nap - oh, that sounded so depressing, he barely even gets an hour of break time away from his duties.

(though you do consider reaching for his phone and messing with the alarm. maybe you could stretch that scant bit of time into two, three hours. or just shut it off completely, jamil more than deserved the sublime comfort of not having to wake up to alarms. but, alas, if only you knew his passcode.)

instead what happens is that you crouch by him, one of your hands tentatively outstretched. the pads of your fingertips just hovering a few centimeters away from his face, poised to soothe the tension from his features.

and what happened next, happened in rapid succession and was completely your fault.

crack!

(your cheeks don't stop burning. you can hang your head in a display of shameful contrition, sure. but the truth is that you're tuning out every single word of jamil's exasperated sermon in favor of savoring his touch as he presses a fistful of napkins against your face to stop the bleeding. thankfully not broken, but capillaries like to do their thing and make the situation more dramatic than it actually is.

"enough worrying about me, what about your hand?" you'd sound so cool if you didn't have dried blood on your face.

the unimpressed frown jamil gives you is all the response you need. heck, if you looked closely, you could see him combing through his encyclopedia of choice insults. "my hand is fine. but now i've got a headache thanks to someone being a dumbass. should i be glad that it isn't kalim for once?"

oh, more than a mix of guilt and shame, having jamil's attention on you is an intoxicating sensation, you can only muster a weak "haha" in response.)

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holy shit theres no monoco x reader shit, am i gonna be forced to cook my own food? again?? a fucking gain????

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this song makes me think of jamikali

cw: toxic behavior in relationships, it's not really infidelity but i guess it's more on sabotage? (both un and intentional), the trademark codependence of scarabia rears its head once more, but tbh im just clowning on the both of them

i mean...right from the beginning:

"Yeah, he treats you good I bet he does I left my mark, I signed it off Just know he wasn't born with it I built that boy by brick by He's so genuine And I bet your mama like that he's a gentleman 'Cause he brought her favourite wine He has a therapist And he's not afraid to cry, it's no coincidence He won't mess it up this time See, everything you love, he learnt from me I designed him perfectly"

i know this is more about girls warning girls not to date their exes, but when i reinterpret this to think about the scaraduo flavor of emotional sabotage, i feel my neurons come alive

is it really relationship sabotage when jamil's just sharing honest advice to another soon-to-become ex? or maybe the real sabotage is kalim flubbing his relationship bcs he's one-sidedly pining for jamil 🤔

meanwhile jamil's just waiting for the highlight of his week: kalim crawling (he'd rather have it literally but he'll settle for this) back to him hes such a loserrrr /affectionate jamil and his overlord diva mentality makes him think he's solely responsible for making kalim dateable (and not the fact that bro has to find someone to date->marry)

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🧍‍♀️spent 140 pulls and no overblot jamil (why is bro dodging me) anyway this last 10 pull im grinding for is truly my hail mary

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thinking about jamil's proficiency in fire magic🤔

so like, we all know that he can use it to blast-singe eyesores (read: bugs and annoying people) in the nearest vicinity, but also considering how he's also had to look after kalim's wellbeing, i think he'd be able to use a form of fire magic for healing.

on the one hand, there's the nice self-indulgent route this idea can take: conjuring small wisps of flame, using them to soothe bodily aches, strained muscles, and whatever chronic pain you have.++another plus is that it cud be a comforting source of warmth and light.

but on the other hand there's pain pain suffering and pain: between bleeding out as you wait for professional medical aid or subjecting yourself to an impromptu wound cauterization, jamil would already going for the latter before you can grit out a response through the pain.

get mad and cuss at him all you want, you'll be thanking him for saving your life once you're out of the woods.

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If Kalim was often subjected to poisoning attempts as a kid, wouldn't his family have thought of like... training him to develop resistances to common poisons* at least? Or would that have been one of the many other duties pushed onto Jamil's shoulders as taste tester?

What if they were both subjected to it?

*assuming that lethal poisons are difficult to acquire, but then again, some like to headcanon that Kalim's relatives are probably the ones behind some of his assassination attempts. Knowing how anything isn't impossible to procure if you're rich, this could go sideways very quickly (in an angsty/whumpy way 😇)