#reader x kalim

[velsettetine]

Ouuuhhh my sevens I adored the fic I ordered- 😍😍 I'd like to order another one- O saw an earlier fic with a cat hybrid Yuu who lurked around people and I loved that one too. 😍

Id like to order smth similar, a cat hybrid!Yuu who is basically as lazy as Leona. You can add any characters but I feel like Jack, Ruggie and Kalim would be cute 🥰🥰

THANK YOUUU

Too Lazy to Care

a/n: I’m glad that you were satisfied with what you’ve ordered, I’m even happier that you chose to come back!

warnings: none just fluff(I messed up Kalims part I think) wc: 938

The post requester is talking about is here (previous order) and here(other cat hybrid!reader)

Ruggie Bucchi

"I swear, you're giving Leona a run for his money, and that is not a compliment, [Name]."

Ruggie stood with his hands on his hips, staring down at the patch of shade beneath the botanical garden’s oldest acacia tree. There you were, a feline beastman completely melted into the grass, tail twitching lazily just to keep the flies away. Ruggie had been running around all morning doing chores for the Savanaclaw dorm head, and seeing you utterly mastered by gravity was testing his patience. He nudged your foot with his boot, but you merely let out a soft, sleepy puff of air, refusing to open even one eye to acknowledge his presence.

With a dramatic sigh, the hyena beastman dropped to his knees beside you, his ears pinning back in faux annoyance before a sly grin crept onto his face. He reached out, his calloused fingers expertly finding the sweet spot right behind your cat ears, scratching with just the right amount of pressure. Your ears immediately perked up, a involuntary, deep purr rumbling in your chest as you instinctively leaned into his touch, though your eyes remained stubbornly closed. "You know, if you're gonna be this lazy, the least you can do is help me with my next shift at the cafeteria," Ruggie teased, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I'll even split the leftovers with you. Come on, up you get, or I'm gonna start charging you a fee for this premium ear-scratching service."

You finally opened one bleary eye, giving him a look of pure betrayal as his hand pulled away. "Fine, fine, you win," you mumbled, sluggishly rolling over to grab his wrist and pull his hand right back to your head.

Jack Howl

"Hey. Wake up. You're going to catch a cold sleeping out here on the cold stone."

Jack stood over you, crossing his massive arms as he frowned down at the bench you had claimed outside the main pavilion. His large wolf tail was swishing with a mix of anxiety and irritation; he just couldn't comprehend how someone could willingly waste prime training hours by napping in the breeze. As a feline beastman, you had found the one perfect sliver of afternoon sunlight hitting the stone bench, and you were determined to absorb every single UV ray like a solar-powered battery. Jack's shadow was currently blocking your sun, which earned him a very weak, feline hiss of displeasure from beneath your uniform blazer.

Jack let out a heavy, frustrated huff, his ears twitching as he looked around to make sure no one else was watching. Grumbling under his breath about how irresponsible you were, he unbuttoned his own heavy track jacket and carefully draped it over your curled-up form, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising gentleness for someone so big. He sat down heavily on the very edge of the bench, giving you a safe distance but effectively blocking the chilly wind with his broad frame, acting as a giant, furry windbreak. "If Leona catches you slacking off out here, he’s just gonna use you as a footstool again," Jack mumbled, staring straight ahead but refusing to leave your side. "Just... stay put for a bit. I'll make sure nobody bothers you while you finish your nap." You peeked out from under his jacket, inhaling the comforting, earthy scent of pine and sweat that clung to the fabric, and curled up tighter against his side. "Thanks, Jack... you're a good pillow," you sleepily muttered, making his tail wag instantly.

Kalim Al-Asim

"Wow, [Name], you look so incredibly cozy! Can I join you?"

Kalim’s cheerful voice boomed through the quiet courtyard, instantly shattering the peaceful silence you had spent the last hour cultivating. You were draped over a plush outdoor lounge chair in the Scarabia courtyard, looking less like a student and more like a liquid cat poured over cushions. Your tail gave a single, unenthusiastic flick of greeting, but you didn't move an inch, hoping that if you played dead long enough, the energetic dorm head might mistake you for a decorative pillow. No such luck, as Kalim was already beaming down at you like a second sun.

Before you could protest, Kalim had signaled a nearby servant to bring over an absolute mountain of silk pillows, throwing them down right next to your lounge chair and diving into them with an enthusiastic laugh. He didn't seem to mind your complete lack of energy at all; in fact, he seemed to view your laziness as a specialized art form that he was eager to learn. He reached over, gently patting your head and smoothing down your unruly hair, his bright red eyes sparkling with genuine warmth. "Jamil is always telling me I need to sit still and relax more, so I think spending the afternoon doing absolutely nothing with you is the perfect plan! Oh, let's get some ice cream, or smoothies! brought out—you don't even have to lift a finger, I'll feed it to you myself if you're too tired!"

You let out a soft groan, burying your face deeper into the cushions, though a tiny, helpless purr escaped you at the gentle strokes on your head. "Kalim... you're too loud for a nap, but I'll stay for the food," you murmured, completely defeated by his hospitality.

thank you for coming again kalimalasimirl!!

Do not steal/copy my ideas/writings, inspiration is okay but please credit me for all that's good. DO NOT use my writings to train ai or put in anything that has anything to remotely do with ai ⓘcopyright, fic belongs to @velsettetine 2026 only on tumblr!

[velsettetine]

Trial by Table

Scarabia x picky eater!reader

Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle <- here

a/n: it's him!! The Kalim! I think I completely contradicted how I usually write for Kalim in my other Kalim fic + my self-indulgent drabbles and writings since I hc him as a lil freak(I'll probably explain why in a drabble), plus I like writing a more vulnerable Kalim since hes easy to forgive and uses his shiny, happy go-lucky personality as a defense mechanism for all that hes been through. errum- I'm yapping bro nobody asked for that.

warnings: fluff, ooc word count: 1.2k

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim was having the absolute time of his life. The kitchen was filled with the warm, rich scent of spices, and he was right in his element. He had prepared a massive, lavish platter of traditional spiced lamb curry, beautifully decorated with dried fruits and shiny nuts. It looked like a magnificent feast fit for a desert palace, and Kalim was practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on his heels as he added a final garnish.

"Just a heads up, Kalim!" the Ghost Chef called out, hovering near the stove and waving a translucent hand. "Today's guest judge is a legendary picky eater. They practically faint if their food has too many different textures mixed together!"

Kalim laughed brightly, waving his wooden spoon in the air without a single worry in the world. "Don't worry! Back home in the Land of the Scalding Sands, we always make sure everyone has something they love at a banquet! I'm sure they'll find something they like in this—"

The heavy kitchen doors swung open, and you walked in. You looked incredibly nervous, your shoulders hunched as you avoided eye contact and sat down at the judging table.

Kalim’s jaw dropped. The wooden spoon slipped right out of his hand, clattering loudly against the tiled floor and bouncing away. "[Name]?!"

Kalim’s sunny disposition instantly clouded over with absolute, pure panic. He loved you more than anything in the world, which also meant he knew exactly how much you struggled with food. You absolutely hated "surprise textures." You couldn't stand finding chewy raisins hidden in savory dishes. And his curry? It was currently loaded with big, plump, sweet raisins hidden beneath a deep sea of spiced gravy.

"Ah! [Name]! Wait, don't look at the plate yet!" Kalim scrambled over to your table, nearly tripping over his own feet. He set the heavy plate down with hands that were visibly shaking, splashing a little bit of the sauce. He hovered over you like a worried puppy, his usual bright, open smile looking incredibly strained and forced. "Um! There are raisins in there, I'm so sorry! But I can pick them all out for you! Or I can go back into the kitchen to completely remake it from scratch! Or I can—"

"Kalim, it's okay, I want to try it," you said gently, cutting off his frantic rambling and offering a supportive, reassuring smile.

You dipped your spoon into the rich curry, trying to be brave. But as you pulled it out, a soft, wrinkled raisin rolled into view, nestled right next to a piece of jagged, crunchy almond. Before you could stop yourself, your face instantly and involuntarily fell into an expression of quiet, apocalyptic despair—the ultimate, unmistakable reaction to a texture nightmare.

Kalim let out a small, terrified squeak that sounded like a deflating balloon. His hands flew straight to his hair, gripping his head scarf. “Oh no, the face! You’re making the face! I’ve poisoned my favorite person in the whole world! Jamil is going to find out and ban me from the kitchen forever!”

To stop his dramatic spiral before he started to eat the meal himself, you quickly swallowed a bite of the white rice and smooth gravy, carefully avoiding the fruits and nuts altogether. You chewed quickly and smiled warmly up at him. "Kalim, look at me! It's alright! Really! The spices are incredibly fragrant, and the rice is perfectly fluffy."

Kalim blinked, his big, red eyes wide with surprise. "Really? It's... it's actually alright? You're not mad at me about the raisins?" He let out a massive, dramatic sigh of relief, the tension leaving his body as he threw his arms around you in a giant hug. "Whew! You totally scared me! Next time, I'm banning all dried fruit from the kitchen entirely. Only perfectly smooth foods for you from now on!"

Jamil Viper

Jamil was a perfectionist through and through. He had prepared a flawless, elegant plate of stuffed grape leaves (Dolma), each one meticulously rolled to the exact same identical proportions. His cooking stations were completely spotless, his presentation was at a Michelin-star level, and he was standing there looking completely cool, calm, and collected.

"Watch out, Viper," the Ghost Chef cackled from across the room, floating over a stack of clean bowls. "The judge today is a total nightmare. Super particular about what goes into their mouth. You might have a tough time."

Jamil didn't even look up from wiping the rim of his plate with a clean cloth. "A balanced dish relies on precision. As long as the judge has a basic understanding of culinary balance, they will appreciate the technique and effort put into this."

Then, the bell chimed, and you waved to the kitchen from your seat.

Jamil’s hand froze mid-wipe. His dark, charcoal eyes widened by a fraction of a millimeter, his breath catching in his throat. [Name].

In an instant, Jamil’s perfectly constructed composure began to crack under the heavy weight of sheer, internal dread. He knew your specific eating habits better than anyone else—mostly because he already spent half his energy at the Scarabia dorm subtly tailoring daily meals so you would actually eat them. You absolutely hated anything with a "leafy or papery" texture. In fact, he vividly remembered you saying that grape leaves felt like "eating wet parchment paper."

Jamil approached your table with slow, measured steps. His posture was perfectly straight and his expression was a mask of calm, but the slight, sharp tension in his jaw betrayed his mounting anxiety. He placed the plate down with practiced grace.

"I have prepared stuffed grape leaves, [Name]," Jamil said. His voice was smooth, but it was pitched slightly lower and softer than usual so the Ghost Chef wouldn't overhear. "The filling inside is entirely smooth grain and finely minced herbs. There are absolutely no large chunks or surprises."

You smiled up at him, wanting so badly to give him a good review because you knew how incredibly hard he always worked. You picked up a grape leaf with your fork, pressing down. But as you cut into it, the outer leaf gave a slight, distinct, crinkling resistance against the metal. Your face immediately fell into a look of profound, instinctual grimace, your lips thinning in pure aversion.

Jamil’s left eyebrow twitched violently. She's doing the face. He internally cursed himself, his mind racing. Why did I make grape leaves? Of all the dishes I could have chosen, why did I pick the one wrapped in a literal leaf?

Seeing his stress, you quickly took a bite, chewed past the initial leafy texture as fast as you could, and focused entirely on the delicious, savory filling. Swallowing it down, you gave him a bright, genuine smile to ease his mind. "It's alright, Jamil! The filling inside is so flavorful and warm. You did a great job."

Jamil let out a slow, controlled breath through his nose, his shoulders dropping just a fraction of an inch. He picked up his empty serving tray, a small, genuine smirk finally gracing his lips as he discreetly wiped a microscopic bead of sweat from his brow.

"Alright? Well, considering your usual intense aversion to anything green, I will happily take 'alright' as a resounding victory. Next time, I'll just skip the leaves and stuff the filling into a crispy pastry shell for you instead."

this was originally made on the 27th- I'm just posting it now(on the 28th when this comes out) so I can not only work on other stuff but put the rest(Pomefiore, Ignihyde & Diasomnia) into my queue. funfact: i wrote this in the middle of a test

Do not steal/copy my ideas/writings, inspiration is okay but please credit me for all that's good. DO NOT use my writings to train ai or put in anything that has anything to remotely do with ai ⓘcopyright, fic belongs to @velsettetine 2026 only on tumblr!

[velsettetine]

Price of a Life

kalim x gn reader

warnings: kidnapping, poisoning, beating, grammar mistakes a/n: this wasnt even requested, im just a lil lazy to make my own "waitress' appetizers" thing rn</3 you have a monkey named abu + your based off of Aladdin your waitress' has a question!: does anyone read anything for kalim?

wc: 1k

The silk of the Scalding Sands was often stained with grit, and today, the grit was all [Name] could taste.

"Thief! Street rat!" the merchant’s voice cracked like a whip over the crowded marketplace.

[Name] didn't even have the bread. They hadn’t touched the tray. But in a city of gold, the person in rags is always the first target. They felt the heavy hand of a guard reaching for their shoulder when a bright, cheerful voice cut through the tension.

"Wait! I’ll pay for it! How much?" Kalim stood there, a vision of white silk and shimmering rubies, beaming as if he weren't standing in the middle of a hostile merchant. (Name) didn't wait for the transaction to be completed. Experience taught them that when a high-born gets involved, the guards get meaner.

[Name] grabbed Kalim’s hand, startlingly soft compared to their own calloused skin and bolted. They didn't stop until they reached the shadowed ruins of an old watchtower overlooking the bustling city. (Name) let go of Kalim’s hand as if it had burned them.

"Why did you run?" Kalim panted, leaning against a crumbling sandstone wall. He wasn't even angry; he looked genuinely curious. "I panicked! You’re—you’re the Asim heir!" [Name] stuttered, backing away. "Look, I didn't steal it. I swear. If you tell your father’s guards, I’m genuinely dead. They don't listen to 'street rats' like me."

Kalim’s expression softened, the sun catching the gold in his hair. "I believe you. And I’m not telling anyone. I’m Kalim! Let’s just... hang out? I told Jamil I could handle myself for one afternoon."

For three hours, the world felt different. [Name] introduced him to Abu, their mischievous capuchin monkey, who took a particular liking to Kalim’s silk turban. Kalim laughed—a sound so pure it felt out of place in the slums—and ignored the frantic vibration of the phone in his pocket. For a moment, he wasn't the son of an important merchant, and [Name] wasn't a thief. "I have to go," Kalim said eventually, his smile faltering. "Jamil is going to have a heart attack if I’m not back by sunset."

[Name] watched him walk away, but a knot of anxiety tightened in their chest. What if he changes his mind? What if he tells the authorities where they live? They followed him from the rooftops, Abu leaping silently alongside. They watched Kalim turn into a quiet alleyway, a shortcut to the estate.

It happened in a heartbeat.

Two men emerged from the shadows. Before Kalim could even reach for his pen, a heavy cloth was pressed over his mouth. [Name] watched from the ledge, paralyzed, as Kalim’s eyes went wide, then rolled back. The cloth was laced with something foul- poison and a sedative; his body went limp instantly.

[Name] covered their mouth to stifle a scream. "I should leave. I should run. If I get caught near this, they'll blame me for the kidnapping."

But then they remembered Kalim’s laugh. They looked at Abu, who was bared his teeth at the kidnappers. "Fine," [Name] whispered, drawing a small, rusted dagger. "Let's go."

The hideout was a damp cellar on the outskirts of the city. [Name] crept through the rafters, Abu trailing behind, until they saw him.

It was a nightmare.

Kalim was tied to a chair, his head lolling. The kidnappers weren't just holding him; they were brutalizing him. They had forced him to swallow an emetic to purge the poison so he wouldn't die before the ransom was paid, leaving him shivering and retching. His arms were purple and numb from the tightness of the ropes, and his fine clothes were torn, revealing blossoming bruises on his ribs.

This exact scenario had happened to Kalim way too many times, as his dull eyes looked to the ground— he couldn’t help but let a tear prick in his eyes. One kidnapper growled, raising a fist.

"Abu! Now!" [Name] hissed.

The monkey dropped from the ceiling, screeching and clawing at the men’s faces. In the chaos, [Name] dropped down, slicing through Kalim’s bonds with frantic strokes.

When the ropes fell away, Kalim slumped into [Name]’s arms. His eyes stayed open, but the light [Name] had seen earlier was gone. It was replaced by a hollow, terrifyingly vacant stare—the look of a boy who was forced into the reality that his life was a currency, and people would kill to spend it. "We have to go," [Name] urged, hauling him up.

As they neared the exit, Abu stayed behind for a split second. With a defiant chatter, the monkey leapt onto a heavy iron lever. A groan of shifting stone echoed through the cellar as the ceiling supports, already decayed, gave way. The screams of the kidnappers were cut short by the roar of collapsing masonry.

They made it back to the watchtower. [Name] laid Kalim down on a pile of old rugs, using a bucket of well water to wash the grime and blood from his face. "Kalim, listen to me," [Name] whispered, their voice trembling. "I need to go get your father. You need to see a doctor. Your arms... the poison..." As [Name] turned to leave, a cold, shaking hand clamped onto their wrist. "No," Kalim breathed. He was shivering violently, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Don't."

"Kalim, you're hurt—"

"If Jamil finds out... he'll be punished," Kalim choked out, a tear tracking through the dust on his cheek. "He was supposed to watch me. They'll hurt him because I was stupid. Please."

He sat up with an agonizing effort, his numb fingers fumbling to grab [Name]’s tunic. He pulled them closer, burying his face in their shoulder. The smile bright enough to be a sun was gone; in his place was a broken boy clinging to the only person who didn't want anything from him.

"Just stay," Kalim silently sobbed into their neck, his grip tightening despite his weakness. "Please, [Name]. Don't leave me alone yet… Just stay."

[Name] looked at the horizon, where the Asim estate glittered like a cruel joke. They sat down, pulling Kalim into their lap and shielding him from the desert wind. "I'm staying," (Name) whispered, stroking his hair as Abu curled up at their side. "I'm not going anywhere."

Do not steal/copy my ideas/writings, inspiration is okay but please credit me for all that's good. DO NOT use my writings to train ai or put in anything that has anything to remotely do with ai ⓘcopyright, fic belongs to @velsettetine 2026 only on tumblr!