Prompt: “That’s my name, please wear it out.”
Characters: All NRC
Masterlist: (1) (2)
A/N: Freeing this nonsense from my older drafts :p
They learn your name isn’t ‘Yuu’ — which is a mistake made by the dark mirror and nickname Crowley endorsed on the day you arrived. You’ve just been rolling with it since.
Until now.
You’ve applied for citizenship in their home country post-graduation and it hits them that…they don’t know your last name. Trying not to seem like a bad boyfriend, they sneak a peak at your official documents issued by Night Raven’s guardianship.
Only to learn that they apparently didn’t know your first name either. Wow. *low whistle* that is just….yeah. That’s something alright.
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Riddle is floored. Considering he is a man of details, how on earth could he go four years without knowing your last name? While simultaneously misusing your first? He isn’t sure how to proceed. Should he be angry with himself for overlooking such an important matter, or angry at you for being so flippant? Both. The answer is both. He is going to be thinking about this for years.
“...Four years, and not once did you think to correct me?" He exhales, measured but tense. "That is either a remarkable lapse in judgment, or an astonishing lack of consideration. Do you have any idea how improper that is—on both our parts?!”
Cater makes a joke, insisting that this was your plan all along, huh? To assume a new identity the moment you weren’t tied to the Isle of Sages anymore? When you dock in the Queedom, will you disappear into the night? Good luck with that, sweetie. Under the jokes he is in mourning. He really liked the nickname YuuYuu. Even if you tell him it’s okay to use, he just can’t.
“Aww, babe, that is so shady of you but kind of iconic, not gonna lie." He laughs, then winces. "I cannot believe you really pulled the whole identity swap trope on me. AH! I've been hashtagging the wrong name for years! My brand is about to be in shambles.”
Trey thinks of all the times you’ve called him a pushover (affectionate). As if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. How could you look him in the eye for four years and tell him to be more open, when you’ve been allowing an entire campus call you by the wrong name? Is he really the laid back one in this relationship here? God it’s ‘the girl with the green ribbon’ story all over again. When was he going to find out, when you’re both senile in a nursing home?
“Your name is … nice?" He adjusts his glasses slightly, if not a bit awkward. "I don’t know how I’m supposed to react in this situation. Just give me a second. Maybe sixty.”
Deuce is stuck remembering all the times he’s doodled your name in the margines of his notebook. He feels a bit slighted, did you not trust him? Did you think he wouldn’t believe you if you told him the truth? What’s he going to tell his mom? It already took a hour to convince her that ‘Yuu’ was your actual name and not some sick joke. You made him a liar! Dylla is not going to let him live this down. It’s 100% being mentioned to every party guest at your wedding and in her speech too.
“I already told my mom your name was Yuu!" He groans loudly, genuinely distressed "Do you know how hard that was to explain? Stop — stop laughing damn it! She is never going to forget this!”
Ace. Who doesn’t care. You’re ‘Yuu’. It’s what he’s called you these past four years and what he’ll keep calling you until the day you die. If you had a problem with it, you should’ve correct him before. Sorry, not sorry (secretly a bit miffed). Jokes aside — he takes absolutely no time getting over it and just mashes the names together into a nickname that sounds new levels of wrong. That becomes your permanent title.
“You just let me look stupid all this time, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “That’s messed up. So…do I get to pick now, or are we pitching names in magnets on the fridge like you’re a newborn? ‘Cause I’m cool with either.”
Leona is drifting through every thought he has ever had about you for the past for years. Your name spoken in his dreams, stuck on his tongue each time he watched you walk away. Etched in his eyelids and written in the red glow when sun blinds him awake in the morning. Spoken from his chest during moments of binding intimacy. All those moments now tainted by that damned Crow. He’s pissed you never once corrected him. Out of spite, you lose name privileges for an entire day. That old title of ‘herbivore’ coming back after a three year drought. In truth, he’s just buying a bit of time to figure himself out. Even though you’re the one who let him, calling you by the wrong name is a disrespect he cannot believe you allowed an entire campus get away with.
“Tch. So all this time, you let everyone get your name wrong and just sat there. If it bothered you, you should’ve said something.” He clicks his tongue, looking away. “You know what? Fine. Don’t make me out as the idiot for taking you at your word, herbivore.”
Ruggie writes your name on a piece of notebook paper and clips it to your collar. Makes sure to do it in the biggest red marker he can find too, so people know exactly what they’re seeing. He’s got secrets, yeah. Sure. Not from you though. Did you seriously expect him to take one look at that file and let it go? Do you have any idea how important it is to have your documents right (or at least convincing forgeries)? Never-mind that you’ve had him write home to his Grandma about you with the wrong name. For four years. She’s actually going to kill him for this. You are aware that hyena households are matriarchal, right?
“You know how hard it is to keep paperwork straight?” He taps the file against your head like it is obvious. “If you were gonna be all mysterious, you could’ve picked a better time. Sheesh. Gran's gonna have my tail for this...”
Jack can’t stop staring. His whole body went stiff and he forgot that it was just supposed to be a subtle glance over your shoulder. Now there’s this hunk of meat breathing down your neck, looming there like the words will change if he stares hard enough — because how. How do you go four years with someone and not tell them your real name? He feels even worse once you tell him the reason why you let everyone call you ‘Yuu’.
“…Oh.” His ears twitch, and his terse expression softens when you explain why you didn’t correct anyone. “So that’s why, huh.” A pause. “I get why you did it, but I wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me sooner. We could've set the record straight together. as a team.”
Azul dumps all your name-tags out on his desk for prime viewing. Mostro Lounge. Sams. Student ID. Newspaper Club ID. He does the same for all your old documentations. Train tickets, movie stubs, class schedules, etc. Don’t ask why he has these. Definitely not because they’re the only proof that you exist. Anyways. What do they all say? Oh, ‘Yuu’? And what is your name? Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Never-mind that you could’ve used this to cheese him out of a contract. He can’t believe you’ve held such an Ace up your sleeve and did not use it once.
“Fascinating. You had the perfect loophole and chose not to exploit it.” He exhales, somewhere between impressed and irritated. “I don’t know whether to applaud your restraint or question your judgment.”
Jade just found out your dirty little secret. He always had an inkling that you were hiding something from him. Yet the sense he got was unlike that of debtors intentionally fabricating stories. To him, a name is but a string of letters. Although this is good to know for when binding matters are concerned.
“I had wondered what you were withholding.” Jade chuckles into his closed fist. “But I must admit, I did not expect it to be something so straightforward.”
Floyd gets your last name and then instantly forgets it. Kidding! Does it really matter, when your last name is going to be ‘Leech’ anyway? For a long time he assumed you didn’t have one and was already content with sharing. Your first name is interesting. He thinks Crowley sucks for making an entire campus call you by somethin’ you’re not…but to Floyd, you’re always going to be ‘Shrimpy’. (He uses your given name often later on. Azul is Azul. Jade is Jade. When the time comes, you will be yourself too.)
“Hehe, that’s so weird. I thought you just didn’t have one, like a stray or somethin’.” Floyd grins, leaning closer. “Your last name’s gonna be Leech soon anyway, so who cares?”
Kalim feels guilty. Like the kind of guilt that gets passed down six generations. Despite his large family, he's made an effort to learn the names of all his siblings and cousins. Yet he's been addressing the literal love of his life as a pronoun?! You might think it's hilarious but this sweet summer child has an existential crisis. Naturally he'll laugh it off if you do, but it's like he's 16 again and there are important things about the people he cares about flying over his head. For the next week, expect him to overuse your name. Although, he is a bit sad. He's called you 'Yuu' for so long and he can't exactly forget how much love was poured into each time he spoke it. He still calls you Yuu sometimes out of habit, catches himself, then laughs it off, switching back and forth without much care.
“Wait—so I’ve just been calling you the wrong name this whole time?!” He laughs, a little too loud to sound natural. “No way — say it again, we can start over! Hi, I'm Kalim 'Al Asim. It's nice to meet you!”
Jamil is wondering how you've managed to survive this long. He knows for a fact that you've been to the doctor. Mainly because it was his butt seated in the waiting room with the same six shoddy pop-songs stuck on loop for two hours. Pure torture but necessary since you apparently had to be forced there. So just...why didn't you correct him when filling out forms back then? Better yet, why didn't you correct him at literally any point in time? It's been four years. Even if you were apprehensive at first for very valid reasons....seriously? This is how he finds out? He's honestly impressed you can keep a secret, considering you text him about eggshells in your cake or when someone sneezed a fart during class. Someone...help him.
“Four years.” He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ll tell me every minor detail of your life, but this is what you decide to keep to yourself?”
Epel does a spit take. You’ll need to request a new, laminated copy, alongside a change of shirt. This one’s been drenched in apple juice and crumpled from when he all but snatched the papers from your hands. Subtly be damned — you mean to tell him he’s been simpering and whimpering over the wrong name for four long years? What if he got it tattooed on his blastcycle?! Or carved into a ring box, huh?! Ah. No. He wasn’t going to do that. Forget everything he just said! Hells…if he wasn’t close to graduating too, he’d take the detention just to tell Crowley off. How the heck could you let this sort of thing go!
“What do you mean that ain’t your real name?!” He coughs, then wipes at the mess on his shirt with a horrified look. “Hells, I knew Crowley was negligent, but this is ridiculous. You’re lucky I’m tryin’ not to get detention, else I ought to go have a word with 'im myself."
Rook cannot believe there was something about you that he did not know. He resigned the knowledge of your last name to time and convenience — but to mistake your first? The revelation is both a thrilling miracle and an utter travesty! The mere thought that you haven’t spoken your own name in four years? Oh, you know his heart is shattered when not a word of purple prose escapes him. Yet he cannot sulk. No. The name ‘Yuu’ is still so special. It is the name that dots every love letter, every thought, every passion that has consumed him for four years. He welcomes your birth name as the dawn of a new era, seeing you as a vibrant blossom finally in bloom within Twisted Wonderland.
"Je te vois, mon cher, and yet there was still a part of you I had not known.” He closes his eyes for a moment, almost savoring the revelation. “A secret so intimate, so tenderly kept, and now at last revealed to the one who adores every facet of you.”
Vil loses his decorum for a brief moment. The documents are plucked from your hands, his unoccupied one grasps your bicep so that you don’t just run off on him. He points to the nearest chair and makes you sit while he skims through all of NRC’s paperwork. Your personal details are not his business and Vil is all for privacy…but he honestly has no idea what you were thinking. You do understand that you have the right to stand up for yourself, yes? Even if you wished to keep being called ‘Yuu’ — which based on your story, he assumes is false, did you not think to tell your lover? It seems a discussion about confidence is due…and an aspirin. Maybe two.
“Even if you tolerated it, why would you not correct me?” His eyes narrow slightly. “Confidence is not optional, especially when it concerns your own identity.”
Idia short circuits. His palms are moister than they get after a 24hr code jam. Not even the time crunch of a same-day deadline can get him like this. He really is the worst boyfriend in existence. Not only did it take years for you to receive proper documentation — y’know, proof of your existence so you can’t just go ‘poof’ on him someday? But to be called something like ‘Yuu’ which he is realizing in real time is just ‘You’. Wow. That’s so messed up. Why are you with him? Why didn’t you correct him? Why didn’t he think to check your stats before? Holy shit. Keyboard smash in his chest and everything.
“W-Wait—so ‘Yuu’ is literally just… ‘you’?” He stares at you like his brain just blue-screened. “How did I not catch that? I’ve min-maxed entire RPGs but couldn’t fact-check my own relationship? — god, what is wrong with me?!”
Malleus wanes as if his entire world has been flipped upside down. You were his first friend. His first and last love. Yet he cannot be remiss with you for holding your name close to your heart. He did the same when you first met, after all. Except Malleus’ ruse lasted some months while yours has held strong this entire relationship. Malleus cannot believe he’s been completely in the dark for four years. What bothers him most is that you may have gone forever without sharing this with him. Names are bonding for fae. Did you intend to bind yourself to his one day, but not allow him to do the same? Don’t bother checking the weather forecast. A monsoon is on the way with three days of heavy rain.
“Ah… I see.” He studies you with a look steady, almost aching. “Your name is not a small thing, child of man. It is a part of you, and I wish I had been worthy of cherishing it sooner.. You need not fear giving it to me now. Whether you are called by the name this world gave you or the one you were born with, I will always know exactly who stands before me.”
Lilia plays it in good fun. Anytime someone asks after ‘Yuu’, he plays dumb. Even if you’re right there. One of his little students asks about his partner? Oh, sorry dearie. They’re not around anymore but have you met my new sweetheart? Then he introduces you by your given name, and suddenly you have to explain to a class of five year olds that their teacher is a jerk who will not be getting the lunch you’ve come to drop off. Lilia’s another one who doesn’t hold himself too harshly for not knowing. Names hold power, yes. Although he’s begun to accept that one such as ‘Vanrouge’ can be desired, even though it is stained in unfathomable amounts of blood. He is just waiting for you to accept it.
“If it makes you feel better, I shall pretend to be scandalized for your sake.” He grins, utterly delighted. “But between us, dearie? I rather like that I can get to know you all over again.”
Sebek deems this as a betrayal. You could point out to him that for the first year you both spent together, he hardly used your name at all. You corrected him for calling you ‘human’ countless times back then and yet he never listened until reality slapped him in the face. Even now he still relapses on occasion, to which he apologizes. Except that reminder would only serve to upset him further. Sebek expects you to hold him at the highest regard. Even if the entire world calls you ‘Yuu’ and you were okay with it, as your partner it is his responsibility to ensure you are not just satisfied, but comfortable. Uplifted. Your name is your legacy. Wear it with pride.
“You should have corrected everyone immediately!” He’s already halfway to pacing. “No, do not look at me like that. This is a matter of honor, as your true name is part of your dignity. You will not be forced to wear a name that is not yours if I have anything to say about it."
Silver is overcome with a deep sense of melancholy. For most of his life, he went without a last name. Which is why seeing ‘Vanrougue’ written next to his person is still an adjustment. A fond one, but an adjustment nonetheless. Yet this overwhelming sensation is actually attributed to the fact that with the name ‘Vanrouge,’ it was like the world finally recognized him. He wonders how you must have felt to be given a new name in a new place and thrust into this new life. ‘Yuu’ is just one piece of who you are. He wants to know the person behind your true name. To see all of you.
“I see.” His expression turns thoughtful, a little sad around the edges. “Then you have been carrying a name that was never fully yours while building a life around it. I understand a little of that feeling. Having my name finally given to me is what made the world feel real. I wonder if it feels the same for you now."
It took him a while to even realize he had feelings for you, of course he wants to spend all his time with you, you're funny, smart, pretty, kind and caring, naturally he would want to spend all his time with you, you're a great company!
The only reason he noticed something is because Ace started teasing him on how clingy he has been towards you lately.
He laughed it off at first, but during the night he couldn't stop thinking about it, is he really that needy? It just that being around you makes him so happy, you're special, you make him feel warmer, different but in a good way, maybe you're more than a friend to him? Is this how love feels like? He doesn't have a lot of experience with this stuff, aside from his parents and watching some movies, he imagines it's you as the romantic partner to these shows, would be shy and cute? Or are you the more passionate and straight forward type?
That night he falls asleep thinking about you.
He wakes up more energetic than usual, if you can even imagine that, he has decided last night, he's going declare his feelings towards you, even if it's scary to think about you rejecting him, at least you can stay friends right? Besides he needs to tell you how much you mean to him, his late night yearning has done irreversible damage to his thoughts already.
Unfortunately his fantasy about living a happy intimate life with you shatters the moment he sees you again.
When he looks at you, really looks, smiling with your friends, looking so cheerful, and free, that's when he realizes, he can never give you that, because being with him means being in the same danger that he has lived with.
Kidnapping, poisoning, assassination attempts.
You don't have to worry about that, you're unbound to anything, a magicless student from another world, yet you posses the greatest magic he can't have, the liberty to live how you want, you can become anyone but he will always be the Son of House Asim.
He can't have you, not knowing he would be source of your suffering.
That's why he burries his feelings, contenting himself with your presence, trying to make the best of the limited time you two have together, maybe some days, he can even give himself the privilege of fantasizing that he's a different person, that he can love you without risk, and you two can be together.
(I apologize for any grammar mistakes I wrote this late at night, and English is not my first language! 😅, this was supposed to be way smaller but I got too into it)
Synopsis: You and Kalim have started dating recently, now he's dealing with some new emotions he hasn't felt before.
Tags: embarrassingly fluffy, jealously, possesive behavior, hurt/comfort, denial of feelings, the opossite of miscommunication (reader and Kalim have a straight forward talk about how he feels).
a/n: Obligatory English isn't my first language so forgive me for any grammar mistakes, also this is kinda of related to a post I made about Kalim being a jealous boyfriend.
Word count: 1,3k
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For the first time in his entirelife Kalim is feeling jealous.
Honestly it took him some time to even figure out what type of emotion he was feeling, never in his life has he felt envious towards someone or something, how could he even? As the heir of the Asim family anything he wanted was just handed to him, he's got thousands of servants to attend his ever need, and an unlimited amount of money to spend whoever he wants.
Now you may ask, what type of amazing breathtaking, phenomenal person could make the richest and one of the most powerful man in the enterity of twisted wonderland feel jealously?
The answer is Grim.
Kalim is jealous of how much you dote on Grim.
He knows it's stupid, he knows Grim is not even a person and in fact some weird monster cat you adopted, and also that honestly he's a little too old to wish to be pampered like he's someone's dearly pet.
But he can't help it, seeing you coddling that gray cat, it makes his heart feel a little bit heavier, he wants you to treat him like that, sure holding hands and kissing is nice, but his upbringing must have made him greddy, he's not satisfied, he wants more, more of you, for you to feed him like you do with your kitty, he wants you to pet his hair, he wants to be called a good boy when he does something right, he wants you to cuddle him to sleep, he wants to be called cute and adorable and handsome, sometimes he wishes Grim and everyone to be gone, so you can give your attention solely to him.
He's not telling you that, another emotion that comes with the jealousy is the shame, he can't admit out loud that he's jealous of an animal of all things, it's not like him at all, he's supposed to be fun and friendly, he doesn't like to feel ugly emotions, he wants to show you only the good parts of himself.
So he justs tries harder to win your affection, his parties are bigger, he is louder, he studies more, he's more affectionate, he showers you with more gifts than usual, he changes his perfume, he's even nicer to Grim, hoping that becoming closer to your familiar might make those unwanted feeling disappear.
Unfortunately for him you catch on his change pretty quickly, yes he might be naturally energetic and bubbly, but you're dating him, you know there's something, something sightly off with the way he's acting, like he's not all there, so you come up with the best way to solve it, with straight forward communication.
You ask him to come by your dorm after the classes are over.
"Of course!" He answers you enthusiastically with a big smile, and rushes to your side after the bell rings, Jamil gives you a warning look and sighs.
"Be careful you two, don't have too much fun now."
He's nice enough to leave you two to walk alone, he certainly doesn't want to spend his time third wheeling between you two, putting up with Kalim everyday is already a chore, he might actually pop a blood vessel if he has too see you two being love dovey.
On the walk to your doorm Kalim takes the initiative to tell you about his whole day, babbling about how Professor Crewel reprimanded him for messing up in potions, how he's thinking about a new song for his Club, and the next party he wants to throw, anything that he could think of, just to avoid the silence.
When you finally reach your dorm, you tell him Grim to go upstairs to give you and Kalim a bit of privacy he makes some remark about you two being gross but doesn't put up a fight about it, you turn to your boyfriend and immediately tell him to sit down on the coach, settling down besides him.
"We need to talk."
Kalim immediately tenses up, his gleeful smile wavering just a bit.
"Sure what do you want to talk about? Oh are you excited about the part? Me too! It's going to be so awesome—"
"Kalim." You say his name with a firm tone, he looks at your serious expression, shutting his mouth, but still with a forced smile on his face.
"What's wrong with you, you've been acting off all day."
His smile now is completely gone.
"...I have?"
You look at him with an worried expression, gently reaching out your hand to hold his.
"Kalim, I don't know what's wrong, but I'm your partner, you can reach out to me if something is bothering you"
He stares at you, his big red eyes glowing like rubies, he looks defeated, you gently stroke his hand with your thumb, trying to give him some silent comfort.
Kalim fully withers down now, accepting his loss, he breaks eye content, looking at the ground like he's ashamed of what he's going to say next.
"I just, I want tou to pay more attention to me, like you do with your familiar."
You first react with confusion, then with shock.
"You are jealous of... Grim?" You ask in absolutely disbelief.
Kalim makes a noise akin to a whimper and a groan.
"I know it's stupid! I'm sorry I won't say anything anymore."
"No! No it's okay, it's just, shocking? I am treating you badly or something?"
A flash of shock crosses his eyes, which is quickly taken over by guilt, he lowers his head with shame.
"That's not it at all! I'm just being stupid like usual y/n, you don't need to overthink it, let's just forget about it okay."
He pulls himself away from you, just the tinniest bit, but it's more like he's trying to withdraw from the conversation than you.
"Kalim, if anything is bothering you I want— no I need you to tell me, you're my boyfriend right? You can tell me anything."
His head still hangs low, but now his eyes are focused on you again, looking at you with a unreadable expression.
"...You really mean it? Then, I-I want you to pamper me more!"
You stare at him in silence, while he finally starts vomiting the emotions he's been holding back.
"I want you to spoil me, I want you to kiss me more, and praise me more often, I want you to pat my hair, and cuddle me, and feed me too!"
Ah clearly you've forgotten that your boyfriend is the richest man in the world.
Well technically he is not the richest man, his father is, but what you want to say is that besides Kalim's kindness, he is also the world's most spoiled rich kid in all of Twisted Wonderland, it shouldn't shock you he wants to be pampered.
You can't help but let out a low laugh, Kalim looks at you with a confused expression, but his shoulders are less tense.
"My love all you had to do is ask"
His face lights up again, and he straights his posture, you swear you can almost see a dog tail wagging behind him.
"Really! Yuu aren't embarrassed of me or something?
"Huh, why would I be? It's not exactly unexpected coming from you princess" you poke him with you leg, trying to get rid of the left over tension with a bit of teasing, he let's out a soft giggle.
"Then, can I do this?"
He adjusts himself, and lays his head on your lap, nuzzling on your leg like a kitten.
You softly pet his hair, and start to gently massage his scalp, letting out a chuckle at his endearing behavior.
"You're so cute Kalim."
"I love you y/n." He softly sighs.
"Me too."
You gently reach down and kiss his forehead.
Eventually he falls asleep in your lap, you're still stroking his hair, watching his chest raise and fall, tomorrow you're going indulge in his wishes, for now you just enjoy this quiet moment.
⟢ "I don't like you." - "You baked me cookies." - "They're poison cookies." - "They're snickerdoodles." - "Poison snickerdoodles." - "You've had four." - "Building immunity."
⟢ "Stop being nice to me, I have a reputation."
⟢ "I've added you to my list." - "Of?" - "People I dislike." - "Am I top five." - "Top three." - "Honestly where I want to be."
⟢ "You saved my life." - "Don't make it weird." - "You literally jumped in front of a—" - "Don't. Make it. Weird."
⟢ "I brought you medicine." - "Why." - "Because you're sick." - "Let me be sick in peace." - "You were groaning loud enough for the whole building to hear." - "That's called suffering with flair." - "Take the medicine." - "Fine. This changes nothing." - "Obviously." - "I still don't like you." - "Mhm." - "Thank you." - "Don't mention it. Literally ever."
⟢ "You laughed at my joke." - "I did not." - "You did, I heard it." - "That was a cough." - "For three seconds?" - "I have a long cough." - "You're the worst liar I've ever met." - "I hate you." - "You literally just laughed again." - "COUGH."
⟢ "We should kiss just to see if it would be as annoying as everything else about you." - "That's the worst proposition I've ever heard." - "Is that a no." - "It's an I'll think about it." - "...okay." - "Okay." - "So." - "So." - "This is still not me liking you." - "Obviously." - "Just to be clear." - "Crystal." - "Okay." - "Yeah." - "Well." - "Yeah."
⟢ "Stop looking at me like that." - "Like what." - "Like you've figured something out." - "I have figured something out." - "Well stop."
⟢ "My nemesis brought me coffee." - "I'm not your nemesis." - "My nemesis knows my exact order." - "That's called paying attention." - "To your nemesis." - "To someone extremely irritating who I'm forced to spend time with." - "You asked to be partnered with me." - "The point still stands."
⟢ "I don't want to like you." - "How's that going." - "Terribly. You?" - "About the same honestly." - "Great." - "Yeah." - "This is a disaster." - "Complete catastrophe." - "So what do we do." - "I have absolutely no idea." - "Cool cool cool."
⟢ "You're the most annoying person alive." - "Top five things you've said that sounded like I love you."
⟢ "I made you food." - "I'm not eating that." - "Why not." - "Because last week you said you wanted me dead." - "I say a lot of things. I made you soup." - "...is it good." - "Obviously it's good, I made it." - "Fine. This is a ceasefire not a treaty." - "Eat the soup." - "I'm eating it, calm down."
⟢ "Why do you always have to be right." - "I don't always have to be." - "And yet." - "It's a gift really." - "It's incredibly annoying is what it is." - "You're smiling." - "I'm grimacing." - "Adorably." - "Take that back." - "Nope."
⟢ "You remembered my birthday." - "I remember lots of things." - "You got me a cake." - "Cakes are normal." - "It's my favorite flavor." - "I pay attention." - "To me specifically." - "To lots of people." - "Name one other person whose birthday you remembered this year." - "..." - "That's what I thought." - "This proves nothing." - "It proves everything and you know it."
⟢ "I think about you a lot." - "In a I want to destroy you way?" - "Started that way." - "And now." - "Less destroy, more—I don't know. Different." - "Different." - "Yeah." - "That's terrifying." - "I know." - "I also think about you." - "Yeah?" - "Started the same way." - "And now." - "Also different." - "Huh." - "Yeah." - "So." - "So."
hi, so the reason i’m not posting much anymore is because the world is on fucking fire.
and i genuinely do not care what anyone chooses to do in their free time, but i’m personally not interested in pretending everything is fine while there are wars, genocides, child sex trafficking rings, pedophilia, exploitation, mass displacement, political corruption, billionaires hoarding more wealth than entire countries, workers being crushed under systems that don’t care if they live or die, corporations poisoning the planet for profit, human rights being stripped away, and people treating suffering like it’s just another headline to scroll past.
speak about it. do something. act.
i am fifteen years old and i live nowhere near america, infact, i’m in the midst of the war and bombings yet i still have half a braincell to realize that you do not require anything to speak.
and yes, before anyone starts, you can absolutely focus on getting your sp, manifesting money, shifting realities, scripting your dream life, or whatever else you want AND still care about the world around you. these things are not mutually exclusive. having desires does not require ignorance.
silence is violence.
make posts. donate if you can. educate yourself. educate others. repost videos. volunteer. organize. call things out. try to manifest change. literally ANYTHING is better than shrugging your shoulders and deciding none of it is your problem.
also i don’t give a rats ASS if speaking up “ruins your blog aesthetic.” i do not care if it’s inconvenient. i do not care if it’s less fun than talking about your desired person or your desired reality. if your excuse is that you’re too lazy, too comfortable, or simply can’t be arsed to care while people are actively suffering, realize YOU are helping maintain the exact conditions you’re refusing to acknowledge.
if that bothers you, if being asked to care about other human beings is somehow offensive, then you are more than welcome to hug that block button on my account as tightly as your heart desires.
fuck donald trump.
fuck ice.
fuck rightists.
fuck pro-lifers.
fuck israel.
fuck zionists.
fuck white supremacy.
release the files.
free palestine, congo, sudan, and denounce genocide all over.
Woke up, first thing I did was see your response to my request! I love it! You have done well in spreading the Jamil L/N agenda.
Here is my next request: a confession/proposal scenario.
Reader confesses, Jamil tries rejecting them but reader knows him too well and asks for the real reason. Cue his usual "you deserve better than a servant" & "I don't want to trap you in a life of servanthood". Reader, completely unfazed, just goes "then just marry into my family". Cue blushy Jamil cause he somehow got a confession and a proposal all at once. Before he can overthink Kalim just busts through the door going "YES! I'LL PAY FOR IT!" (he was eavesdropping).
💞 — in which jamil rejects you and then rethinks it.
💞 — jamil viper x reader
💞 — warnings: hurt/comfort vibes, metaphor of burning skin on sand used
💞 — around 750 words. im obsessed with jamil taking his lover's last name to escape servitude. so sorry this took sooooo long!! im getting to requests and asks asap <3
“No.”
You did not even get the chance to complete your confession before he suddenly hit you with a rejection. A cold rejection at that. You recoiled, pulling your offering with you, and your brows furrowed. “You didn’t even let me fin—”
Jamil sighed, seeming exasperated with you, “It’s so obvious what you’re about to say,” he tells you, before turning around, his long dark hair following him and swaying.
To be fair, you were quite obvious. He could see exactly what you were about to do. He had noticed the way you had been looking at him lately. If you were not talking to him, you were gazing at him longingly somewhere in the corner instead of paying attention to what Grim or Ace was saying. You made it even more obvious with how you showed up, bearing gifts in your hands and constantly touching up your appearance. If he were anyone else, he would have reassured you that you looked amazing instead of just rejecting you before you could say a word.
Before he could walk away, you grabbed his wrist. Perhaps you were suddenly possessed with the confidence of the Red Queen, or maybe you were just stupid, but you did it and now had to deal with it, “At least tell me why,” you pleaded.
His heart broke a little when he heard the tremble of your voice.
You bit the inside of your lip to keep anything else from escaping. This was the last thing you wanted to happen. Your fingers slipped away from his wrist and you averted your gaze in embarrassment.
“I’d never have any time for you,” he said, simply, keeping his head turned away from you, “I’m very busy taking care of Kalim as is… it would be dhulm (cruel) to do that to you,” he added.
That was the last thing he wanted to say. He knew this confession was coming for a while and prepared himself to reject you from the first time he felt your lingering gaze. What he wanted to say was that he wanted you to. Jamil would have used his bare hands to dig through layers of scalding desert sands for just a sip of what your love could have been like. He would have worn the burn scars like a trophy—a testament to his love and devotion.
Instead, he said no.
Before you could speak, he held a hand up to silence you, “I can’t give you the life that you want to live. You’d be bound to servitude for just being mine.”
He loved the thought of that. Being able to call you his was a dream, and it would stay a dream. When his blood was spilled, it did not hold even a bit of value, and he could not bind you to him and make your blood as worthless as his. There would be no ceremonies when he died, no pretty tombstones, and few people who would care enough to attend. He did not have it in him to make that your fate as well.
You stared at him in disbelief, your nose scrunching up slightly as you grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. It was a forceful tug, causing him to stumble forward a bit, and you took your chance, pressing your forehead to his. Those eyes of yours were piercing and determined. “Marry into my family. Take my last name, and Viper servitude would be a thing of the past.”
His hands were suddenly torn out of the scalding sands which burned them. He stared at you in pure shock, a blush rising from his neck, to his ears and finally painting his pretty brown cheeks. His brows were knitted—the words dared not to spill out of his lips.
“H–Huh… wait—you can’t be—”
Before he could speak, Kalim barged in with a wide grin on his lips, throwing himself against you and Jamil and tugging you both close in a hug, “I’ll pay for it! It will be the most grand occasion! We’ll even dress up the camels—”
As Kalim rambled, Jamil looked over at your pretty, smiling face. You were laughing at Kalim’s words and planning the occasion along with him, as if you would be married tomorrow and not years from now. His gaze softened, and when your eyes met his, you knew he accepted your confession. Finally, he could let someone mend the burns the sand left on his palms.
THINGS I LIKE, THAT I THINK THEY'D LIKE!! part two.
💞 — in which i pick from the things i like about people in my life, and decide they would like it too.
💞 — featuring; jamil viper, ace trappola, jade leech, ruggie bucchi, riddle rosehearts, cater diamond!!
💞 — gender neutral reader. 100-120 words each. warnings: a bit suggestive in some. a bit of angst in cater's </3
💞 — part one. part two. part three. part four. staff ver.
🩷 — Sleepy eyes!
JAMIL VIPER.
Jamil finds your eyes to be very alluring. You have this perpetually tired look to you, eyelids always on the verge of drooping shut, under eyes colored a few shades darker than the rest of your complexion. Even when you slept well, that look of tiredness remained about you. One day, he found himself staring at your eyes, collecting the nuances of them for safekeeping, and when you finally turned to meet his gaze, he had to look away. It made him feel a strange heat in his tummy, which bloomed on his cheeks. He could spend a century staring at those sleepy eyes, letting them tug him into a peaceful, eternal slumber.
🩷 — Argumentative energy!
ACE TRAPPOLA.
Ace might say things like, 'Sevens, you don't gotta make everything into a fight,' while really enjoying the way you make everything into a debate. He would not dare to say he enjoys being put in his place after butting heads with you for over thirty minutes, but he does like it. Heat rushes up his ears when you victoriously grin, hands on your hips as you lean forward, rubbing salt in the wound. And it burned very nicely. So, yes, Ace will continue to push your buttons and bring up stupid debates. Whether it be which sauce is better with what meal, or on the validity of social media posts as news, he will poke the lion till it lunges forward.
🩷 — Little sound effects!
JADE LEECH.
You walk through life like an animated character, making sounds whenever you eat something enjoyable, whenever you are surprised, and especially when you are startled. He once appeared behind you, leaning down so that his voice would reach your ears with a quiet greeting, and Jade was so delighted to hear your little squeak of surprise. He liked to feed you, too. Whenever it was something good, you would hum like a happy hare, and if it were bad, you would openly let out a 'blegh.' It was adorable. Jade elicited other sounds, like the squeal when something made a loud sound, or the panting of his name when you were worried someone would catch you kissing in the dark corner of the lounge.
🩷 — Resting bitch face!
RUGGIE BUCCHI.
The state of your expression when you were just minding your business was absolutely vicious. People whispered whenever you passed, wondering who the hell pissed in your cereal to make you look like that, and Ruggie always bounded up to you, bringing the brightest of grins to your lips. And suddenly, it was like a different person. Ruggie got plenty of laughs out of people's expectations of your versus your true nature. You were sweet, generous too (he loved that you always shared your food). Sometimes he feels quite special to know what was beyond the shield of your expression. He liked feeling exclusive in that sense.
🩷 — Strong arms!
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.
Riddle found out about the strength in your arms when you were wearing a much shorter-sleeved top, and he was enamored with the muscle. You were always helpful, arranging tables with ease whenever it came to setting up for an unbirthday party, and he was always impressed by your strength. But seeing your muscles? That made his heart race. You seemed a bit uneasy about your arms being exposed, as if you did not appreciate the results of your own training. Instead of speaking up about it, he, like the gentleman he very well was, draped the cape of his uniform to give you some coverage.
🩷 — Attention to detail!
CATER DIAMOND.
At first, Cater was a bit unnerved by your attention to detail. One day, his mood was a bit more subdued, not enough for anyone to notice, except you. When your gaze narrowed on him, he tensed up. After that, he made sure to casually distance himself from you, lest he be called out for his true self. Your attention to detail would appear in other ways, though. When it came time for his birthday, you brought him something very thoughtful, something that suited him, something that was not trendy like his other gifts... and he felt cruel for being icy. Though he grew closer to you, he was still too scared to let you in too much.
neige's favorite thing about you is how sincerely you care without making it feel heavy or overwhelming. he's used to kindness that feels polished or distant, the kind that's almost performative because people expect it from him, but with you it's different. you don't seem to think about kindness as something to present properly, you just do it in small, natural ways that feel completely uncalculated. you notice people quietly, you remember little details without making a big show of it, and you treat everyone with the same gentle attention regardless of status or expectation. what stands out to him most is how comfortable you make sincerity feel. there's no pressure to be perfect around you, no feeling of needing to "live up" to anything. you just exist kindly, and somehow that makes him want to be even more genuine in return without feeling like he has to become someone else to do it.
Chen'ya
chen'ya's favorite thing about you is that you never quite react the way he expects, and he really, really likes that. most people are either thrown off by him or try to keep up with his pace, but you sit somewhere in between without stressing about it. you let him be chaotic without treating it like something strange, and you don't get easily pulled into his games unless you actually want to. that balance makes everything feel more fun and less like he has to perform to keep your attention. he also likes how you notice him even when he isn't trying to be noticed, like you can tell when there is something different about his mood even if he's acting normal. it makes him feel seen in a way that's not loud or intense, just steady and real, and that's something he doesn't take lightly even if he jokes around about it.
Rielle Corallia
rielle's favorite thing about you is how you treat him like a person first, not a title or a role. he's used to being viewed through layers of expectation, whether it's admiration, pressure, or distance, but you don't really engage with him that way. you talk to him like you would talk to anyone else you genuinely care about, and that normalcy is surprisingly grounding for him. you don't get overly formal or intimidated, but you also don't dismiss who he is, and that balance makes it easy for him to relax around you in a way he doesn't often get to. he also appreciates that you don’t treat every interaction like it has to be meaningful or perfect. sometimes you just exist in the same space, sharing quiet moments without needing to fill them, and he finds that kind of companionship more comforting than he would have expected before knowing you.
Minajael Tealrajah
minajael's favorite thing about you is your steadiness in a way that does not feel rigid or demanding. he's someone who is often surrounded by noise, expectations, and constant activity, so he notices when someone carries a quieter kind of presence. you're not easily shaken, but you aren't closed off either, and that combination makes it easy for him to trust your reactions. you listen properly when he speaks, not just waiting for your turn but actually taking in what he says, and that makes conversations with you feel meaningful even when they're casual. he also values how you don't try to push him into being more expressive or different from who he is. instead, you meet him where he already stands, and that kind of acceptance makes it easier for him to be more open on his own terms without feeling pressured.
THINGS I LIKE, THAT I THINK THEY'D LIKE!! part three.
💞 — in which i pick from the things i like about people in my life, and decide they would like it too.
💞 — featuring; silver vanrouge, kalim al-asim, idia shroud, floyd leech, rook hunt, ortho shroud!!
💞 — gender neutral reader. 100-120 words each. warnings: none.
💞 — part one. part two. part three. part four. staff ver.
🩷 — Plump lips!
SILVER VANROUGE.
Silver found it very easy to get lost, staring at your mouth while you talked about anything. Your lips were just so... full. and plush. They looked like pillows, and that usually led him to think about resting his eyes. Sometimes he felt as if it was wrong to be so entranced by your lips, and so he would look away swiftly if he felt he stared too much. Unfortunately, that would catch your attention, causing you to pout in confusion, tilting your head so sweetly as you asked what had him acting so odd. He is a complete goner when you start trying out lip glosses and lipsticks.
🩷 — Raspy voice!
KALIM AL ASIM.
There was something undeniably enchanting about your voice. Your voice had this raspiness to it, especially as you finished phrases or when you would say a certain sequence of letters. It makes Kalim's heart race just listening to it. One night, you were at his dorm for a sleepover, and your voice was even more alluring in the morning, softer and lower. He felt like a siren was calling to him sometimes, but you could never really see how enamored he was since he acted the way he always did around you. One day, he hoped you would use that siren's song to say his name with affection.
🩷 — Snarkyness!
IDIA SHROUD.
Idia has his arrogant moments where his smugness slipped out, bursting like the flames on his head, but you were even worse. Sometimes, he held back and just muttered to himself, but you put it all on display. You brought out the worst in him. You met him head-on when he said something in his sarcastic tone, as if deeming himself above all the normies. It caught him off guard at first, but then he kept going. Before he knew it, his heart was racing, and his hair was flickering in orange and red. Why the hell was he blushing right now? When he went back to his dorm that night, all he could think about was how hot you looked, arguing back.
🩷 — Talking with your hands!
FLOYD LEECH.
There is something so cutesy about you talking with your hands, especially when you are angry. Floyd liked to upset you so that he could watch your hands wave and gesture while scolding him. He just laughed and then swooned while watching you go off. One day, when you were explaining some situation, he watched as you described the event, completely animated. He could not help himself, reaching over to grab your forearms, to stop your hand movements. You froze, looking a bit scared, but also intrigued. His sharp teeth were on full display as he grinned, urging you to keep talking, curious to see if your hands would try to move in his grasp.
🩷 — Scars!
ROOK HUNT.
Rook loves a scar. Whether they are from acne on your face and body or long scars from wounds, he is very interested. He noticed that you had clusters of spotted scars on your shins and calves, likely from bug bites. It seemed even the critters found you to be delicious. He often wrote in his journal about how nice it would be when he finally captured your heart and would be allowed to brush his fingers along the scars on your body. The same went for your stretch marks, from growth spurts and weight shifts. He dreamed about the grooves being under his fingers one day.
🩷 — Overpreparedness!
ORTHO SHROUD. (platonic!)
You sometimes acted like a parent, with a bag of never-ending things to meet everyone's needs. Now, Ortho no longer had the flesh of a human boy, which meant your sunscreen, lotions, bandages, and so on did nothing for him. However, after you became closer to him, you began to carry more things for him, even though he told you would not need them since he was built to handle whatever came by. Still, he felt taken care of when he realized you carried now a screwdriver, portable charger, and rust-relieving sprays. You never took them out of your kit, even when they did not become useful.
“hayati,” he whispers against your skin, peppering warm kisses along your collarbone. his arms wrapped around you like snakes, “hayati,” he mutters once more, his eyes narrowing in on the goosebumps that appear on your arm, which had been wrapped around him. your fingers were tangled in his disheveled and undone brown tresses. jamil shifts the blankets so that they cover you up. a breeze came from the open balcony of the scarabia dorm room you found yourself sharing. the night before, he refused to let you go back to your place. it was too late at night and he yearned for the chance to cuddle up against you. to share his bed, one of the only places where he could be so honest—so raw.
you had only ever seen his room immaculately clean, and now he was letting you see it when the room was lived in. there was something terribly intimate about it, the messy sheets, his messy hair, the lingering scent of bakhoor that was burned the day before. loving jamil meant exploring a maze, taking route after route before finding a new clue that would bring you to the end. it was a rewarding maze, one that would seduce you into sticking around, even in the harshest storms. he holds onto you as if you would disappear with the breeze, which caused his curtains to flutter, letting in the morning sun, “mm… ya hayati—my life… you should move in here,” he says, smirking against your skin when he feels you shiver. his wandering hands had found their way to your hips, pinching the soft skin.
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