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[nekonaps0]

Cuddling in the heat

✦GN!Reader

✦Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Kalim, Jamil

✦Sleeping and cuddling at night is good… until the heat making you sweat and suffer

✦(I can’t sleep because of this fucking heat… I hate summer)

Leona Kingscholar

You were sweating. Suffering, actually.

The Savanaclaw night was already thick and warm, and having Leona sprawled on top of you, his head resting heavily on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist like you were his personal body pillow made it ten times worse.

You tried to push him off. Useless. He was too heavy. You shook him gently. “Leona… get off me.”

He only grumbled a low “no” without even opening his eyes.

You sighed. “It’s too hot.”

“It’s not” he muttered, voice thick with sleep. Easy for him to say he’d grown up in this kind of heat.

“I’m sweating.”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

“My pajama shirt is going to be completely drenched by morning.”

Leona cracked one eye open just long enough to give a lazy, smug suggestion “Then take it off.”

That earned a soft growl from you. He just smirked against your stomach and tightened his hold.

In the end, you gave up. Leona was impossible. You grumbled under your breath about getting an air conditioner installed in his room before you finally drifted back to sleep, still trapped under him.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie was hugging you from behind, face buried in your hair, sleeping peacefully.

At least he was sleeping peacefully.

You were suffering under the hot night and his body heat. You tried to crawl away a little. He pulled you right back. You tried again. Same result. Again and again.

Eventually your squirming woke him up. He whined softly into your neck. “Whatcha doin’…?”

“It’s really hot…” you whispered. “I’m getting all sweaty and gross.”

Ruggie just nuzzled closer, still half asleep. “Don’t mind. Just gives you a little extra flavoring.”

“Ew! Gross!” You tried to push him away.

He laughed quietly, the sound vibrating against your back. “Kidding, kidding. Fine, I’ll move so you don’t complain in the morning.”

He scooted back just enough to give you some breathing room… but his feet stayed tangled with yours the entire night.

That much you can tolerate.

Jack Howl

You loved Jack. Every single part of him.

But right now you were seriously considering cutting all the fur off his tail.

It wasn’t enough that this huge, living, breathing oven was big spooning you, his fluffy, heavy tail was draped over you too. You felt like you were melting straight into the mattress. Trying to escape from under his arms was completely useless, so instead you carefully turned around in his hold until you were face to face with him.

You gave him a gentle shake. “Jack…”

His eyes opened slowly, still full of sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” you said softly. “I’m just really hot. I’m melting under you.”

Jack’s ears instantly flattened. A deep blush spread across his face as he immediately shifted away, giving you space. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

You smiled and thanked him. A quiet minute passed. Then, very shyly, he asked “…Can I still hold your hand?”

You melted all over again, this time for a completely different reason. You took his hand. His fingers laced with yours, warm and careful. The two of you fell asleep just like that, holding hands in the dark.

Kalim Al-Asim

You thought Scarabia would be cooler at night.


You were so, so wrong.

It was just as hot. And your lovely boyfriend was all over you, face buried in your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, one leg thrown over yours as he happily claimed the role of little spoon. Kalim was completely content, breathing softly against your skin.

You carefully peeled his limbs off one by one and crawled a little away. It worked… for maybe ten minutes. Then you felt the bed shift. Kalim crawled right back over, draping his warm limbs around you again and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Why’re you leaving me…?” he mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not leaving” you whispered. “I’m just really hot and sweating.”

Kalim pouted against your neck. “But I love cuddling with you… I sleep better this way…”

You sighed. “I can’t sleep because of how hot it is.”

There was a short, sad silence. Then, with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes, Kalim scooted away and gave you space. “…Can we at least lock pinkies?” he asked softly.

You smiled and nodded. The two of you fell back to sleep with your pinkies linked.

Sometime later you woke up to find Kalim hugging you again, he had crawled back subconsciously in his sleep. You stared at the ceiling and made a firm mental note


Tomorrow, you were making him buy an air conditioner for this room.

Jamil Viper

This was pure torture.

You loved these rare moments when Jamil was completely relaxed and defenseless, your face buried in his chest, his arms holding you close, his breathing slow and even. Moments like this were precious.

But why did this dorm have to be hot as hell?

You were suffering in his embrace. No matter how much you enjoyed the closeness, you needed to survive the heat.

You gently shook him. “Jamil… can you move a little?”

He raised a sleepy eyebrow without opening his eyes. “Why?”

“I’m suffocating under your body heat.”

Jamil didn’t say anything. He simply shifted away, giving you space. You were about to thank him when you noticed he had turned his back to you.

Oh, come on!

You whined quietly. “Not everyone grew up in the desert heat, you know.”

He just shrugged, still facing away. “Skill issue.”

This man and his sass.

You flopped back onto the bed with a huff and grabbed the back of his shirt, holding onto the fabric as you closed your eyes. That was as much contact as you could handle right now.

Sometime later, when he thought you were fully asleep, Jamil quietly turned back around. He watched your sleeping face for a moment, then carefully laced his fingers with yours before letting himself drift off again.

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[ribbbs]

"Once there was a boy...who simply loved to dance."

[ngestwo]

⊹₊⋆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.

₊˚✩彡

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!”

₊˚✩彡

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.

₊˚✩彡

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.

[carameldansan]

Okay so this is extremely late, but I immediately started working on this the second Rielle and Minajael were introduced into the story. I REALLY REALLY love Rielle, I think he's a cutie pie!!

[floryd]

Floyd x ruggie orr jamiazul?? :3

this ask has been in my inbox for a while because every now and then i try to answer it and then when i try to draw these two i die </3

but i guess testing out these brushes worked

anyways jamiazu is definitely one of my favorite ships, its just i struggle drawing both of them....

[roseredrumi]

Scarabia kitchen

[selveristsaatan]

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[rotten-despair]

♪~Yearning

Featuring: Jamil Viper

A/N: sigh can you tell I'm a sucker for angst :33

jamil falls in love with you knowing full well he shouldn't. that realization settles into his chest long before he ever allows himself to acknowledge the actual feelings attached to it. because love, to jamil, has always felt like the sort of thing meant for other people. people with freedom. people allowed to want things openly without guilt clawing at them afterward. not him. especially not him. so at first, he tries very hard to ignore whatever this is becoming.

you're simply pleasant to be around. easier than most people at NRC. you speak to him like he's a person instead of kalim's attendant, and somehow that alone feels dangerously comforting. conversations with you come naturally in ways he's not used to. you notice things about him other people overlook. ask his opinions directly. seek him out specifically. naturally he grows accustomed to your company over time. naturally he starts relaxing around you more than intended. that should have been where he stopped it. instead, he lets himself linger. and that's his first mistake.

because once he starts genuinely caring about someone, he canct do anything halfway. slowly, quietly, you begin settling into parts of his life he had spent years keeping closed off from other people. hearing your voice after exhausting days eases tension from his shoulders immediately. your laughter stays stuck in his head for hours afterward. if several days pass without seeing you properly, something restless and irritable coils beneath his skin until he finally does again. he notices all of this. he hates it instantly. because deep down, he already knows how this story ends. people like you don't fall for people like him. not when there are brighter people standing beside him.

"you've been distracted lately." jamil barely glances up from the food he is preparing. "have i now." kalim hums thoughtfully nearby. "mhm. usually you only stare off into space like that when something's bothering you." "...nothing is bothering me." except there is. you are. constantly. the problem isn't simply that jamil likes you. the problem is how badly he likes you despite knowing better. because the more attached he becomes, the more impossible it gets to ignore the ugly thoughts buried beneath those feelings. why would someone like you ever truly choose him?

jamil has spent his entire life standing behind kalim. quieter. less important. less wanted. even now, people gravitate toward kalim naturally while jamil remains the one lingering at the edges making sure everything runs smoothly. dependable. useful. forgettable. he learned very young that his place was behind someone else, never beside them. and part of him still believes that. which makes these feelings feel humiliating. because every time you smile at him kindly, some awful hopeful part of him immediately wants more. more attention. more affection. more of your time. he catches himself growing jealous whenever you laugh too easily with someone else, especially kalim. and afterward guilt crashes into him immediately because what right does he have to feel possessive over someone who isn't his? what right does someone like him have to want at all? that question haunts him constantly.

your affection only makes everything worse. jamil is careful with things like that, careful with closeness, because vulnerability has never come easily to him. but somehow you slip past his defenses little by little anyway. if your hand brushes his accidentally, his thoughts derail for the rest of the conversation. if you lean against his shoulder during study sessions, he becomes painfully aware of your warmth beside him. one evening you fall asleep near him in scarabia's lounge and jamil sits there motionless for almost an hour because moving would wake you. he stares at you quietly the entire time. and somewhere in that silence, something inside him cracks. because looking at you like this feels unbearably dangerous. soft. hopeful. selfish.

selfish.

that word settles heavy in his chest because jamil has spent so much of his life suppressing his own desires that wanting you at all feels wrong somehow. wanting someone to choose him first. wanting someone to stay because they genuinely love him instead of needing something from him. it feels impossible. and yet despite everything, despite every instinct screaming at him to let this go before it hurts worse, he can't stop himself from wanting it anyway. wanting you anyway.

the realization fully settles one late evening after an especially exhausting day. kalim had dragged you both into another crowded event, and now scarabia is finally quiet again. jamil sits alone trying to organize his thoughts when you enter the room carrying tea for him without being asked. "you looked stressed," you mumble softly while setting the cup beside him. just a small and thoughtful gesture. something in jamil's chest twists painfully. because nobody does things like this for him. not without expectation. not just because they care. he tries to thank you normally, but his voice comes out quieter than intended. you notice immediately, of course you do. your expression softens as you crouch beside him slightly, fingers brushing lightly against his arm.

"jamil... are you okay?" and that destroys him a little. because your concern is genuine. focused entirely on him. not scarabia's vice housewarden. not kalim's servant. just him. and suddenly every feeling he has spent months trying to suppress crashes together violently. every jealous thought. every quiet moment spent longing for your attention. every selfish, impossible hope he tried desperately to bury. he loves you. so very hopelessly. and the worst part, for the first time in his life, jamil realizes he doesn't wannt to give something up simply because he thinks he should. he wants this. wants you. even if it's selfish. even if it hurts.

for a long moment, he can't speak at all. his chest aches with the weight of emotions he has spent years forcing down whenever they became inconvenient. because if he lets himself hope for this— truly hope— there's a chance he could lose it too. but then your hand slides more securely over his, warm, grounding and real. and despite everything, despite all the fear curling tightly inside him, he finds himself turning his hand just enough to hold yours back.