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saatorubby · 1 year
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Cultural differences
Summary: Malleus's way of courting (dragon fae style) creates a misunderstanding between the two of you.
Or in which lilia is an old man™ and is having the time of his life.
A/n: In honor of the announcement of chapter 7, I decided to post this early. May all of you dragon simps get your dragon man. (it's me, I'm the dragon simps)
Genre: fluff
Pairings: Malleus Draconia x reader
Warnings: second person pov, you/your pronouns, gn!reader
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"Lilia, child of man doesn't make sense." Malleus was munching on fries, with a pout on his face. He was apparently, what lilia called 'sulking'. Let me assure you he was not! Absolutely not!
Lilia brought up his hand to his face to stifle a chuckle that escaped him at the sulking fae prince, who put another one of the fries in his mouth.
Lilia finds situations like these quite entertaining, he loves observing the youth of today. They are peculiar, to say the least.
Though lilia understands malleus's crisis, he couldn't help but be amused.
After all, how many times do you see a powerful fae at his knees for a magic-less human he befriended in an abandoned building.
"Well, tell me what happened," Lilia said with as much seriousness he could muster and put his teacup down.
Malleus' eyes lit up and he visibly perked up about getting the chance to talk about how he have been trying to court you.
"I took prefect for a walk with me in the woods behind ramshackle where we danced to once upon a dream." He lets out a dreamy sigh, his chin resting on the back of his hand.
What a wonderful night that was.
The sky seemed jewel studded with how many stars there were. Your warm hand in his considerably colder ones. An impulse to hold you closer. So he asked you for a dance to which you delightfully agreed, blush adorning your face. He will never forget the night when you two sang the greatest love song in all of the twisted wonderland together while dancing.
Eyes his went to your lips many times, but he was afraid he would scare you if became too bold so he restrained himself.
"It was good until that but then I tried to give them jewels from my treasury as a token of my affection, but they keep refusing! I don't know what I've done to anger them. I just wish to mend our relationship, lilia." Malleus let out a defeated sigh his lips formed into an adorable pout.
Lilia knew the meaning of the word treasury, what malleus really meant was his hoard. Like every good dragon, malleus has a hoard as well. It has all of the knick-knacks malleus collected over the long period he has been in twisted wonderland.
Let it be jewels worth millions of madols or a weird thing he found on the street, all of them has a special place in his hoard. He was allowed to take a part of it with him to Night Raven College when he came, the rest is in his treasury room in the palace of Briar Valley.
Lilia, who was far older than Malleus and well aware of human courting traditions, couldn't help but laugh endearingly at the young prince. He then adjusted his expression, looking fondly at the child he had raised, who had now become so old that he has his first love!
Oh...Lilia distantly remembers the feeling of falling in love for the first time, he doesn't remember his first love anymore, for their existence had been erased by the cruel, cruel time that doesn't spare anybody, but he does remember how he felt with them and how gentle they were with him.
At the time he was a battle-hardened General, a war hero, not exactly used to kindness, but he remembers that they were far kinder than anybody he had met before, even now after a few centuries later, he has yet to meet someone like them.
Lilia pulled himself back from memories of long forgotten past and turned to his prince.
"Malleus, they are human." Lilia said simply.
"I am aware lilia, I still dont see what I could have done to have them cross with me." Malleus gave lilia a half-hearted glare.
"Malleus, they are human. You are trying to court them like how dragons court their mate. They don't know how dragons court their mate. They aren't familiar with your courting methods." Lilia nodded towards malleus sipping on his tea, and malleus' eyes widened in realization. Of course! How could he have been so foolish!
Malleus shot lilia a grateful look and said a simple "thank you." And headed out to find you. He must fix this. He has to.
So, you weren't even aware that he was trying to court you? He let out a chuckle.
Of course, why didn't he think of it before? Oh yes, he was too engrossed in drowning in his misery that he didn't notice.
Well, he supposes it's not all lost, after all. He could just explain things, but ah! Humans don't receive precious jewels as a confession of their feelings.
He does have other ideas as to what to give you.
You were coming back from your class, after a long and exhausting day. Professor Trein had given you to write a ten-thousand-word essay on The Human-Fae War that happened in early 1300's.
Your face bloomed into an amused smile as grim grumbled about ace taking his sandwich. You let out an exasperated sigh. They may be idiots, but they are your idiots.
You got grim settled in the bed quickly. He was complaining about not getting enough sleep the whole way back and got yourself settled on the couch in the living room.
You took out your homework, your assignment sheets as well as books you've borrowed from the library and got to work.
It was fascinating really, how two species that hated each other so much could come together like this. Humans and Fae...they have a long-standing history of hate and slaughter. It's gruesome.
The war went on for almost a century.
You were halfway through the essay when, from the corner of your eyes, you saw green fireflies shimmering in your garden. You abandoned your work to greet your friend who, you're pretty sure, has been avoiding you for the past few days.
"Tsunotaro."
"Child of man."
The two of you stared at each other for a minute. Trying to read each other, either by expressions or literally trying to read thoughts in Malleus's case. (He would never do this without your permission, but he was contemplating it)
"Look I-"
"Child of man I-"
"...."
"You go first."
"You can go first."
You scratched the back of your neck with an air of awkwardness surrounding you.
"Okay...tsunotaro, I don't know what I did so that you got mad at me but I am sorry."
Malleus' eyes widened in bewilderment.
"Child of man...I thought you were cross with me." You thought he was angry with you...? A small tender smile formed on his black-painted lips. A smile that was much different from his usual teasing smile followed by a taunting remark. How the corners gently tilted upwards, a sparkle in his eyes that reflected an emotion you couldn't yet place, but you were sure that your eyes reflected the same.
Small laughter bubbled out of his mouth, and not being able to help it you let yourself chuckle with him.
The sound of his laughter was so alluring that you were left wondering whether he had put a spell on you.
Little did you know he wondered the same about you. You had either bewitched him or he was a fool, a fool in love.
"Well, then, I shall make it up to you, beastie. Would you do me the honor of granting me your company for a stroll in the woods once again?" Malleus asked, gallantly. He was quite over the top with his dramatics -posing in a bow, holding out a hand for you to take- while smiling teasingly.
"I would love to, tsunotaro." You couldn't help but chuckle at the dragon fae's antics. Taking his arm you strode along with him to the woods behind Ramshackle.
A gentleman as ever, Malleus produced something in his arm but hid it behind his back before you could take a peek.
"Hey! No fair!" You pouted, seeing your adorable face the future king couldn't help but smile endearingly.
"You shall wait patiently beastie. Patience is a virtue," he said as you strode towards your and Malleus's special place.
He had taken you there for a walk before once. It was a beautiful, beautiful night. Perhaps you should say magical.
Malleus had taken your hand and invited you for a dance. Holding you close like you were the most precious treasure he has ever held. Spinning you around like a fairytale prince (which he was). Your eyes went to his dark-painted lips many times that night, wishing to have a taste of what you thought to be the most forbidden fruit this world had to offer.
You danced and sang one of the songs from your home. Your eyes went to your eyebrows in surprise that the very same song existed here. Malleus seemed fond of the song as well. You could see his bright green eyes soften every time a word of the lyrics left his lips.
"We are here," he announced. You looked around, finding it hard to imagine such a place could be near the desolate place you had come to call your home.
It was a mountain stream. Beautiful, clear water flowed down the steep grades. Shining moonlight above it, making the water in it shine like stars had been brought down to earth.
"Child of man," Malleus quietly pulled you out of your daze. "I brought this for you." He said, but before he could bring out whatever he had been hiding behind his back, you fixed him a stern look.
"Mal, I told you that I can-" before you could say another word, his hand-that he had placed upon your mouth- cut you off.
"I know," Malleus began with an uncharacteristically tender look on his face. "Lilia explained that humans do not court as we do. So I have brought you this." He removed the hand from your mouth and brought out a bouquet from his back.
They were gorgeous, the flowers. The bouquet consisted of red and pink asters. You chuckled, you couldn't have picked more perfect flowers yourself, they were gorgeous but not enough to distract you from the meaning of them and his words from before.
Seeing your joyous reaction, Malleus's eyes filled with hope. "Child of man, I-" he started but before he could get out another syllable, you put your hand on his mouth and cut him off. Amusedly watching as his eyes widened in surprise, clearly not used to people cutting him off, especially in such a familiar manner.
"I would love to, Tsunotaro."
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I wish I had a malleus.
Edit: for clarification pink asters mean sensitivity and love and red aster means undying devotion
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Also how did he manage to talk in parentheses?!?!?!
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curatoroffiction · 1 year
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What You’ve Hidden Part 2
This is a continuation of a story I started writing in response to a post made here. (Which is where you’ll find Part 1 of this story) This is based off of @underqualified-human’s post on their “? Yuu AU” concept, and was really fun to write! I definitely love harassing Crowley. I know I write a lot of anti-Crowley propaganda, but I fuckin’ love his character. He’s such a slimeball and I love it. XD Storytime stops before Idia’s chapter because it hasn’t been released to the English version yet.
----- Story is reader-insert, gender-neutral, and is also a continuation of an existing chunk of story I already wrote. The boys discuss how much they really know the Ramshackle Prefect. That is, until the prefect arrives on the scene and begins to explain themself.
----- The conversation quickly moved from a lighthearted conversation about the Ramshackle prefect to a cautious journey embarking through the group's delicate notions of trust.
"I don't buy it - ___ can't lie. They're too honest." Ruggie shrugs. He's never seen you lie in a way that mattered. You were always so straightforward with him and everyone else in Savannaclaw, even when it probably would've benefitted you to lie. "They're not a goody two-shoes, but they sure aren't about to pull off a scheme."
Jamil on the other hand is now rethinking everything he knows about you. "On the contrary, I've found them to be quite.. Crafty, when they needed to be." He shakes his head thinking back to how you so easily would sneak out of containment prior to his overblot. How you could escape and even collect help. He starts connecting the dots on how you always seem to know just where to look or who to talk to in order to collect help. One could say it's fate, but it was hard for him to believe in fate after meeting you.
"... They *are* capable of lying.. Lying well, at that.." Riddle murmurs, not comfortable with the conversation's route, but incapable of stopping himself from treading into these waters as people talk more about it. "When Ace and Deuce want something kept hidden, they're very good at hiding things from people." His brow furrows as he thinks on the last dorm inspection.
"Well that at least tells us they're loyal to their friends!" Kalim smiles big, refusing to fret. "And that's all I need to know to enjoy their company."
"Are they loyal to their friends? Or are they just loyal to their resources?" Azul once again steers the conversation into the depths.
"Friends! If they were just looking for power, they wouldn't have helped Ace and Deuce when they got in trouble with you, right?" Kalim cocks his head to the side, looking to Azul with genuine confusion. It wasn't hard to imagine what motivated you in his eyes.
"Mmm.. I'm not so sure about that." Jade starts delving into this thought exercise. "Through those two, ___ got a chance to interact with Riddle, which dragged him into their scuffle with Leona - Which was the primary reason it wasn't a disaster. Leona helped with Azul, Azul helped with Jamil, Jamil helped with Vil, and so on..." Many of the dormleaders had never heard of the intertwining threads of their interactions with the prefect, or how perfectly it all seemed to meld together.
This starts to garner some genuine concern, causing even Malleus and Kalim to think on the coincidental nature. It's a little too perfect.
The guys are quiet as they feel themselves consumed with the idea that you might actually be a complete stranger. Someone who has come so close to them all, snaking your way in with ulterior motives. However, they each process the concept very differently.
Riddle just flat out refuses to believe it. He thinks Azul's being paranoid and that you'd have no real reason to lie to him. And even if his overblot put you off from him, you'd have no real reason to lie to Ace and Deuce. No, Azul's the one being paranoid here, and he won't get dragged down with it.
Trey feels like it's a nonsense consideration. Even if you weren't genuine when you first met everyone here, you surely warmed up with time - Isn't that just how being a social person works? No one puts all their cards out on the table without reason. He's got no reason to doubt you.
Leona on the other hand, lets his mind dance on the edge of the idea. He'd seen firsthand how you can change your tune if you need or want to. You're not above forcing people's hands, but.. You also don't really subscribe to the "Work smarter not harder" mantra that it really takes to scheme. You put too much effort into the things you do to be someone who isn't, on some level, genuine. Still, he underestimated you once, and doesn't make mistakes like that twice.
Ruggie on the other OTHER hand figures there's no reason to worry. Hell, he's fake as hell when he wants to be. As far as he's concerned, everyone's got a grift, and it'd be nice to hear you had one too. Even if your friendship was founded on a lie, he doesn't care. You've never treated him like he owed you, and you saved his life from Leona lashing out at him. As far as he's concerned, that makes you someone worthy of respect at the least.
Jade himself doesn't really care either which way. He likes you and is amused by you, but whether you value him as a friend or not matters very little to him. If he wants to deal with you, he will. He doesn't need an invitation or prior rapport. Still, he likes to think he knows you well. Even if he doesn't know your real name, he knows how to poke and prod you to get desired responses, and at the end of the day, isn't that enough?
Kalim's bothered by the prospect. He shakes his head outright refusing to even consider a world where you were disingenuous. Still, his mind thinks on Jamil. Someone he's held dear to his heart since he was a very young child was able to fool him and use him and control him. ... He doesn't like the idea that there could be secrets you keep from him. Still, if you do have secrets, maybe there's a good reason for it. Maybe you're afraid? Or you just need a safe place to open up? Maybe he just needs to be a better friend.
Jamil furrows his brow in thought. He'd overlooked you once, only to be surprised, and much like Leona, he doesn't make that mistake twice. But unlike Leona, he has to care as far as Kalim's wellbeing is concerned. He doesn't think you'd ever do anything to hurt Kalim, considering you once tracked him down to give him treasure that Kalim tried to sneak to you. If you were in it for the money, you'd have never done that. Plus, there were plenty of times that you could have hurt Kalim by now and you didn't. If you were some kind of physical threat, you'd have struck by now. But if it's a power grab, what kind of power triumphs over money?
Vil's not intensely bothered by the idea of you using every tool in your arsenal to collect strength. If you really were so quietly calculated, it'd be something to applaude. A fake smile here, a warm grin there, you're bound to make useful connections. It's no surprise to him that you were able to make useful connections that echoed forward. He finds himself annoyed with Azul's persistence on the matter, figuring that Azul himself has been bothered by this and is now trying to make it everyone else's problem. People often try to project their insecurities onto the people around them.
Rook on the other hand is delighted at the prospect. If you suddenly showed yourself to have a side that even he couldn't see coming, what a rush that would give! Maybe he should poke and prod you more. Maybe he needs to test the waters and see what really makes you tick? People often let the most real facets of themselves surface under pressure..
Idia already had like 20 fears centered around dealing with people going into this conversation - Most of which had to do with them lying to him already. This machiavelean web of social warfare that Azul is painting just gives him a headache. It's like when the business man thinks he's onto something in boardgame club and just won't relent. Idia may not have a high social self esteem, but he knows Azul well enough to not let this get under his skin. At least, that's what he tells himself. It's hard to not be bothered by the idea, but he won't get taken for one of Azul's wild rides.
Ortho's only bothered by this line of conversation because it implies that you could lie in a way that tricks his censors - And that just isn't like you at all! But any attempt to protect your good name is just met with Azul shrugging and saying 'Anything is possible, I suppose.'
Malleus is the only one who is really torn asunder by this conversation. At first, he was offended that anyone could think that way about you, being your fiercest protector in the matter, but then it hit him that you've always been a bit weird. You've never been scared of him - Was that an act? How could he ever really know? He knew he wasn't just a means to an end, but he had no clue if you befriended him genuinely or not. Did you really not know who he was when you met? Or was that a ploy? Whatever the case could be, he's gutted at the idea that you could be anything less than a friend.
Lilia isn't bothered by the idea. He pretends to be someone he isn't all the time. It's good fun! Even people who've spent their lives hiding their true selves in favor of a false self give away truths. He is, however, bothered by the dark look on Malleus' face coupled by the thunder of the rolling clouds outside. "I mean, everyone has something to hide, don't they, Azul?" His tone is more pointed, as though he'd uncover Azul's secrets for all to see if he answers incorrectly.
A shiver runs down Azul's spine at Lilia's sharper gaze, surprising him with the reaction. ".... Yes, but when someone knows all of our secrets, shouldn't we get to know at least SOME of their's?" He looks to the others to back him up, but isn't getting much help.
He can't be the only one bothered by this, right?
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The group is deep in thought when you arrive. You step into the room and all eyes are on you. Grim gulps from your shoulder, looking at all the staring eyes. Even he can't ignore the palpable energy of the room. ".. Did we miss somethin'?" He asks tentatively.
Azul takes the lead, snaking his way beside you with a big smile. "Of course not! We were just discussing how we don't seem to know anything about you, ___. Tell us about yourself?"
You take a glance around the room, which seems to confirm Azul's claim that the room is waiting for you to talk about yourself. "...." You blink. ".. What do you wanna know?"
"Well, your name, where's it come from? What's it mean? Tell us about it."
Your eyes narrow as you look at the businessman, who laughs off your suspicions. With Azul, there's always an angle. They must've had a bet about your name. Your eyes relax as you look around the room of your friends. Riddle looks annoyed with the octopus man. Trey gives a quiet shrug like 'I dunno why this guy is being weird'. Leona looks more annoyed with Azul than he does with you, but Ruggie seems interested in hearing you explain your answer. Azul is frevently awaiting an answer, Jade making his biggest creepiest smile to the side as his eyes won't budge from you. Kalim looks somewhere between distressed and excited. Jamil looks like he's trying his hardest to look indifferent, but you know by the way he glances at you that he's invested in your answer.
Vil actually moves to shoo Azul away from your shoulder as he takes over the conversation. "Azul's been 'kind' enough to express that we don't know much about you or where you came from. You came here so abruptly, and you had so little to your name in ways of protection. It's still an amazing mystery to us as to how you adapted so well." Quite the improv actor, Vil smoothly transitions you into the conversation with the grace of a socialite. While he's not bothered by the idea of you being cunning and cutthroat, he IS bothered by the idea that Azul might slip up and make it appear as though the entire group is worried. Besides, any chance to get to know you better is a gift.
Rook smiles delightedly as Vil takes over. If there's anything you're hiding, they'll surely be able to sense it. "Ah yes, Trickster, you fascinate with how otherworldly you are! Please tell us more about yourself. How DID you acclimate so well?"
Idia feels sick to his stomach. More social nonsense is piling up. And on the one day Ortho convinced him to come in-person to one of these meetings. He can't just check out and play a game as things are heating up, so he's stuck just looking visually awkward and avoiding your gaze. Ortho looks determined, but happy to see you. He waved when you first came in, which signaled everyone that you were there in the first place. Now that things are getting weird, he's just excited to have a chance to monitor your vitals while you're under questioning, so he can prove to the others that you're not lying.
If you're lying, he'll know.
Malleus looks like he's stuck in his own head and upset over something. Deep in thought - When he finally looks to you, his eyes melt a little and the storm temporarily relaxes. Lilia's more concerned with how strong Malleus' reaction to this than whatever you could possibly hide from them. He does find it amusing that he could scare Azul with just a judgemental glance though, and files that away as something fun to do if the young octopus man's antics cause Malleus or you grief. He's got thousands of years of judgemental dad looks stashed away for such an occasion.
"Well, uh.." You're not sure what question to answer, so you just answer Vil's because he's less creepy about it. "I just did what I could to survive. I'm as surprised as anyone that I've been able to last this long." And it's true - Everything you've done has been on the fly. Ever since arriving in Wonderland, you've found yourself in increasingly strange circumstances. You shrug, sorry that you don't have a better answer.
"But surely, you must have had something - Skills you've relied on, plans you've laid out. Things that helped you survive through the messes you've encountered?" This time, it's Rook speaking up, trying to coax more out of you.
"Not really, no. I showed up and had a flaming monster thrown at me, I held him up by the scruff of his neck and Crowley dubbed me as his handler. I was given a job as a janitor, and I'd have done it just fine, but Grim wasn't having it and threw a fit. We got in trouble for it and got a bigger workload with Ace. Then he dragged Deuce into the mess and we all got expelled.." You recount your first week here at Night Raven College.
No one ever really heard the story of what happened when you got here before.
You were a janitor? Crowley didn't let you be a student? But you came through the mirror! You couldn't even go home! The frustration of the fear that you're anything but genuine slowly bubbles away as they begin to find themselves annoyed with Crowley and his handling of the situation.
"If I got expelled, Crowley was gonna throw me out, and I had nothing, so I had to do what he told me to in order to stick around. We went to the mines, fought an overblot monster that seemed ancient, and got a magestone to replace the one we broke. From there, I was pretty ride or die for Ace and Deuce." You shrug.
Azul isn't having it though. "That explains why you got involved when they had trouble with Riddle, by why did you get involved when Savanaclaw was scheming?" He won't forget that you've somehow endeared everyone here to you.
"Crowley showed up at my door and told me to figure out why students were getting hurt. When I told him 'Nah', he blackmailed me with my food budget."
The room's stunned to silence.
".... Crowley.. *blackmailed* you?" Riddle's the first to speak up, and he's appalled and pissed. That whole ordeal was incredibly dangerous! He knew Crowley was slimy from time to time, but you didn't even have magic! That goes against several regulations!
"With your food budget no less.." Trey looks disturbed. Ruggie's big grin from earlier is gone.
You shrugged once again, desensitized to the idea. "I didn't want to get involved, but then I had to."
None of them can sense a lie off of you, but they're all listening attentively. They need to know more. How do the threads of fate connect you to them?
"What about after that? You didn't really need to help Ace and Deuce when Azul's plans came to fruition." Jade now speaks up, curious. "Surely, if you were scraping to survive at that point, it would have been easier to just ignore and let them fall to their own stupidity. It would even be a great lesson for them, yes?"
"I wasn't gonna get involved that time either - You're right, they deserved a lesson. Even Grim got in trouble there, but I was so tired at that point."
"So what happened??" Kalim asks eagerly, moving closer to listen, like his ears can't hear you if he can't see you well enough.
"Crowley again. Said faculty couldn't get involved because Azul wasn't technically breaking any rules, and he needed the problem fixed. Once again, I told him no and he threatened my housing security."
Malleus' eyes narrow. The storm outside is slowly building again, but this time for a very different reason. Azul feels sheepish. At every turn, you were being threatened and forced into involving yourself in the lives of the other students. So then why were you still so friendly? Ortho's eyes have gotten frustrated at the idea of what you're telling them. He's visibly upset. Rook is stone silent as you have every ounce of his attention.
"And with Jamil..?" Ruggie jabs a thumb in the direction of the long-haired boy from the sands.
"Crowley told me I had to keep the school's heating running while everyone was away, and I barely was able to remind him to get me food for the winter break. Even then, he held it as a reward I had to earn. He gave me a cellphone in case there was an emergency, but the damn thing was on the worst possible plan, and he never picked up when I called him. Kalim invited us to the dorm for a feast, and Grim and I were so hungry that I decided to let him treat us. When we got there, we got roped into everything.."
"But you escaped. You could have just stayed away at that point." Jamil finally speaks up, remembering the events. He's embarrassed by his actions, but he needs to know why you came back.
You throw a thumb towards Azul. "Yeah, but I only escaped because I accidentally flew the magic carpet into Octavinelle, and Azul made me take him back because he had his own agenda. I didn't wanna be indebted to him for the damage the carpet did, and I didn't trust him enough to return the carpet safely, so I begrudgingly obliged and got roped into bullshit again."
Azul looks embarrassed as once again the attention's all on him. This conversation is more exposing him for his shady bullshit than you for yours.
Luckily, he's saved by Vil speaking up once again; "With my.. incident - You were pushed into it by Crowley again, yes?"
"Yeah. Your troupe needed a place to stay, and my dorm was the only one equipped for it. I wanted to stay as far out of your way as possible, but it was kind of impossible when I was named as the manager and you knew where I slept. You whipped everyone into shape, and even pushed me to do my best, lest I find my snacks.. uh.."
"Tampered with as punishment." Jamil nods, remembering the spell Vil had been using. You were in a tough situation, and once again you made the call that allowed you your best chance of survival.
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Before you can explain anything further, a familiar voice can be heard.
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"Hello my gracious students! Thank you all for coming to this meeting!" Crowley has finally arrived. Half an hour late. He opens his eyes from his delight to find several people staring at him with malice. He blinks and gulps down his nerves. "... I seem to have missed something." ----- If you like stories like this, check out the rest of my collection in my Masterlist on my profile, or check out my stuff on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/users/CuratorOfFiction
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"Rainstorms come, without you." Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader
AN: Hello, hello again~! It's me, back with another part for my Diasomnia grief series! This time, it's the Fae Prince's turn! Don't forget to like and reblog if you enjoyed this! Maybe even leave a comment for me down below! This can be read as platonic or romantic! <3 Prefect/Reader is Gender Neutral!
Wordcount: 300+ words~
Prompt: How would the Diasomnia boys react to the Prefect's death? (Which they caused inadvertently via a freak overblot on campus, where the Prefect take a fatal blow for them.)
TW: Major character death (Prefect/Yuu), Dealings with depression, grief, and delusion.
Please read at your own risk
Prologue:
“Prefect-! NO-!”
Silence.
Silence descended on the prestigious Night Raven College. The usual squabbling of the students as well as the hustle and bustle had frozen in place, as if time itself was pausing, holding its breath. The funeral was held on a sunny day, a contrast to the occasion. It felt like a blur to the students of Night Raven. Was this reality? The prefect; someone who had survived several overblots, changed their lives for the better, and was an essential part of Night Raven College, was dead? How could this be...?
More below the cut~
Malleus could not accept that the Prefect had died. Their funeral was a blur, obscured ever so slightly by gossamer silk. It was as if Malleus was underwater, unable to hear, or make anything out except for blurbs. Why was Silver crying..? Why did everyone look so… Sad? Surely the Prefect would return. They couldn’t simply die, right? His Child of Man wouldn't leave him without a goodbye… Right?
The dragon fae was in a daze as the seasons changed. Perhaps the grief, or he himself tricked his mind into thinking the Prefect was alive, but Malleus spoke as if they were still there. No one had the heart to rouse him from the waking dream he had convinced himself of. It was a delusion steeped in indigo happiness that Malleus was willingly drowning in.
“The Prefect would love this blend of tea. Perhaps I should stop by later. What do you think, Lilia?” Malleus watched Lilia’s cheery smile falter ever so slightly at the mention of his Child of Man. Why? Did he not think that the Prefect would like the tea?
“... I’m sure they would like it.” Lilia spoke, though it sounded as he was stepping carefully. Why did Lilia look like that? Like he wanted to cry? There was a stab in Malleus’ chest as he regarded his guardian carefully before a smile spread across his features. The smile did not reach his eyes, however.
“Then I shall have you deliver it in my stead, Lilia.” He needed to be alone. The stab had spread steadily throughout his chest, and in a shower of fairy lights, Malleus disappeared.
His room was dark and in slight disarray, though the fae disregarded the untidiness and simply clutched his chest with quivering hands. A pain bloomed between the cavity of his ribcage, raw and visceral. No, what was this pain? Malleus didn’t realize that he had started to cry, the droplets of tears rushing down his face like a rainstorm. Lightning and thunder accompanied the heavy downpour that was unusual for the season.
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egalitarian-tomboy · 5 months
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Ace Being the Only First Year that has had a Girlfriend makes a LOT of sense
When you think about it, Ace being the only first year that has been in a relationship before enrolling into Night Raven College makes a lot of sense when you consider the following:
Deuce was a delinquent and was not the most straight A student in his hometown. He only recently started cleaning his act up when he enrolled so he could make his Mom proud and make a difference. Not a lot of girls were lined up to date the local troublemaker.
Sebek grew up in a town where there weren't that many kids his age outside of Silver. That's one of the reasons why he's comically dedicated to his position as Malleus' guard. Sure there are other girls in his town like his older sister, but we don't have enough information about the demographics for his age group outside of knowing Silver since they were children.
Ortho is a humanoid android. Baby boy doesn't understand romance nor does he desire a relationship.
Jack is a Wolf Beastman and has stated that similar to regular wolves, when he finds a mate that'll be his mate for life. He wants a relationship similar to his Mom & Dad so him casually dating someone isn't in his genetics. He's a courtship man through and through. If he goes into a relationship he's going in for marriage.
Epel is a country bumpkin and I say this with all the loving endearment in the world. We know that he grew up in a large household and he has extended family members living with him. He was beyond awkward when he was brought into the suitor rescue plan to fake-propose. But we do know that he desires to continue his family farm with a sweetheart of his own one day, so saying he's interested in having children isn't much of a stretch.
Ace is really the only one who has had a "normal" upbringing and a normal school life before entering Night Raven College. His good looks plus the fact he was probably on his previous school's basketball team makes it clear that he was a "jock" athlete. The only reason why he stopped dating his ex was because she wasn't interested in doing things WITH him. You can go to a lot of places together and do things together, but if you're not doing it WITH that person than you're really just dragging someone along for company instead of doing it for the sake of a relationship. It's actually really sweet how Ace is adamant on focusing on himself first & his friendships he's making now before he decides to look for another Girlfriend. It really goes to show that when he's in a relationship he's in it for the long haul as long as there's effort being put in on both sides.
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gutspuncher · 3 months
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happy belated holidays everyone!
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violetlunette · 7 days
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My version of Silver at Playfuland, or at least one design. This is a mix of Carter's outfit and Lilia's.
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lesserknownwaifus · 4 months
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Suggesting Deuce Spade's mom from the mobile game Disney's Twisted Wonderland 💙
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cyath · 6 months
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I think all the staff members (expect Crowley) deserve a long vacation
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alycias-wonderland · 2 years
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Jamil is a Tsundere?!
Yuu's pronouns are he/him
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Yuu, rambling on about something: And then he-
Jamil, exasperated: You're too hot so no one ever tells you to shut the fuck up.
Yuu smirking: You think I'm hot~?
Jamil,scowling but blushing: ...Shut The Fuck Up!
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Aww! Lilia did check on Silver during the Fairy Gala fiasco! As a bonus we get to watch him coo over memories of baby Silver.
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saatorubby · 9 months
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Eyes of the beholder
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 looking 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 (𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽), gender neutral reader
𝐀/𝐧: 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 4:30 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗑 gn!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
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"Stop looking at me like that. I can't work." You wanted to suppress the heat rising to your cheeks but ultimately failed, making your partner let out a teasing smirk.
"Good." He replied simply, continuing to devour your existence with an unwavering stare. You sighed and closed the books you'd been reading to collect the material for your latest Alchemy project.
Something about 101 non-violent uses of poisons.
You didn't know it could be used for anything except for, well...poisoning.
You glanced at Malleus with narrowed eyes. "You planned this." you scoff in disbelief.
"Yes, I did." His smirk widened as he intertwined your hand in his, letting out a pleased noise.
"I'm never coming to the library with you." pouting, you slightly pushed his shoulder, making him chuckle.
"You're so beautiful." He rested his face on his fist and sighed dreamily.
"H-Hey! Don't just say anything." Flustered, your hands went to your face to cover up your face, away from the gaze of your lover.
"Child of man, do you think me of as someone who would say something he does not mean." He gripped your wrist gently and brought your hands down, putting your flushed face on full display.
Fortunatly for you, there was no other in the library, fully aware of the Briar Valley's Prince's routine.
He took one of your hands and slowly glided it to his mouth, pushing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, holding your stare all this while, trying to convey his feelings with a simple, intimate kiss.
His eyes still holding the mischievous sparkle you've become so familiar with, his mouth twisted in one of his rare non-teasing genuine smiles.
You could only avert your faze from his overwhelmingly intense one.
Sighing softly, he lets go of your for now. In time, He would make you understand your worth. He'll make you see yourself the way he sees you.
Watching you continue your work half-heartedly, he resumes his previous activity of staring at you.
Taking in every inch, every crease of your face, not finding any flaws in it.
Not finding flaws to the way your eyes shine, how you softly blow the strands of your hair away from your face, small creasing in the middle of your brows as you're concentrating. He finds all of these things so beautiful.
For once, life was kind to him, giving him you. For that he shall forever be grateful.
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mystical-lemonade · 2 years
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Betrayed by a Friend
Warnings: Very vague mentions of violence. (It’s Floyd what do you expect)
Word count: 1,060
Pairings: Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader, Jade Leech x gn!reader, Floyd Leech x gn!reader, Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader.
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Azul knows how it feels to be betrayed by a friend
He knows it very well
So when his significant other comes into his office at Mostro Lounge and stumbles into his arms
Azul is deeply concerned for them
It’s very rare for Azul to see anyone crying as hard as you were in this moment
But as the ever benevolent young man he is Azul is more than happy to just let you sob in his arms for however long you need
He’d rub your back gently and press soft kisses to your head
Once Azul was confident you were breathing consistently and tears were quietly rolling down your cheeks
Instead of the rasping and irregular breaths you were taking while sobbing your poor heart out
Azul would gently ask what happened
Hands cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs
His forehead pressed to yours
When you do manage to convey to him that you got betrayed by someone you considered a friend
Azul is immediately plotting a murder
Logically he knows he can’t actually kill somebody because they made his significant other cry
But emotionally? Azul wants nothing more than to have to call in that favour the Leech twin’s father owes him
Instead of voicing those desires, Azul settles for continuing to hold you to his chest
Telling you that it’s okay if you need to cry more, that he’s here for you. No matter how long it takes for you to start feeling better.
Somehow manages to get you a glass of water without even moving from his spot beside you
It even has a cute little bendy straw that looks like a heart! (It’s his favourite gag gift the leech twins ever gave him, but don’t tell either of the tweels)
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Jade had been trying to subtly warn you about the person you called a friend
He has ears in the walls all across campus so Jade had a suspicion about what was upcoming
That doesn’t mean he is rude to you about this topic
Really all he does is try and hint that perhaps this friend isn’t as kind as they would have you believe
So when this friend does inevitably betray you, Jade is right there beside you
Ready and willing to offer you comfort
While he’s not quite as tactile as his brother when it comes to his affections
Jade is more than happy to wrap you up in his arms and embrace you as you cry
He’ll even offer you a clean handkerchief from his breast pocket
Jade will remain by your side for as much time as you need him to
He’d definitely rub your back gently as you cried against his chest
Would get you a tall glass of cool water so you don’t get dehydrated
He’s more than happy to spend the day acting as if he was your butler, tending to your every need
Eventually Jade manages to lull you into having a nap
Probably having told you something along the lines of ‘you’ve had such a rough day, don’t you think you deserve some rest Dearest. Sleep, I’ll take care of everything else’
After you’ve fallen asleep Jade calmly walks to Mostro Lounge and immediately begins preparing for the arrival of a special guest
Jade would intimidate charm his way into your former friend’s dorm to pick them up
So he bring them back to Mostro Lounge for the extra special evening he prepared for the two of them
People tend to overlook Jade’s violent tendencies due to Floyd being more obvious
But after an evening in Jade’s care, it is all but guaranteed your former will never overlook or forget them again
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Floyd does his absolute best to cheer you up when he sees you crying
Telling you funny stories
Offering up snacks and beverages to you
Squeezing you (gently), close to his chest
Kissing your tears away as they roll down your cheeks
But if Floyd can’t get you to talk to him at all in the first 5-10 minutes he’s with you?
Floyd will kinda just set you down
Somewhere he knows would be a comfortable place to sit
And then he’d just leave you
Because as much as Floyd loves his precious Jelly-kun
He also doesn’t have the temperament or attention span to sit with someone while they cry
However Floyd gladly takes care of that filthy guppy who betrayed you
After he finds out about it of course
If you can’t tell him yourself Azul will gladly spill the beans
Thus begins Floyd’s new mission of the week
Making your former friend’s life a living hell
First Floyd would start by following them around silently
Never making a move to hurt them, but just letting them know
He’s watching them always
Then when Floyd gets bored of making the paranoid he’d promptly break as many of their bones as he could
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Vil’s first priority is to get you to stop crying
It is his one singular goal
Everything else can come later
Right now, he wants you to stop crying
So he will do absolutely everything it takes for him to succeed.
He’d wipe your tears away with a handkerchief made from a silk and cotton blend
Only the best for his Sweet Potato
Vil gladly offers you hugs and cuddles if that’s what you require
Would pet your hair and back if it helped
Definitely would allow you to cry into his shoulder
As long as you don’t have any dark makeup on, of course
He’d hate for the lovely matching pyjamas you got for the two of you to become stained
When he does get you to calm down enough he can understand you
Vil is pissed
It isn’t easy to get Vil to lose any and all respect he has for a person
Not only are they being a back stabbing bitch? But one that hurts the people that love them? On purpose!?
That’s just about the fastest way one could achieve that
So needless to say Vil is definitely going to be giving that former friend of yours the cold shoulder permanently
And you know what they say about Vil, he’s truly a trend setter worldwide
Soon the person will feel as lost and abandoned as you felt in the moment they betrayed you.
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Hello Dears, this post is actually one that I dedicate to a person who is going through a tough time right now. Hope you’re doing better now sweetheart <3
In other news, Jupiter is an idiot who forgot that I had this written. Whoops
Anyway if you enjoyed reading this post and want to read more from me please check out previous wishes, or make a wish of your own.
Sincerely, Jupiter
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savestate · 6 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my longest known dearest friend @dimentio 🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇
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hammysando · 3 months
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“Thank-You's and Goodbyes” Floyd Leech x Bullied!GN!Reader
AN: This is pure angst. Hurt and no comfort. Can you guys tell I really like to write angst? I SWEAR there is fluff coming soon- It's very similar to the Jing Yuan fanfic toward the end, but I like this one too XD. Anyway, don't forget to like and reblog if you enjoyed! And drop a comment if you so feel like it! <3 Reader is Gender Neutral!
Wordcount: 1.3K+ words~
Prompt: Nothing hurts more than almost. And being too late.
TW: Mentions of suicide, Major character death (Reader), Topics of bullying and grief.
Please read at your own risk!
More below the cut~
Floyd noticed them on a random Thursday, when he decided to be early to Crewel’s Potionology class. He had been ready to skip completely, but decided that if he wanted to pass the next lab, he'd better attend. He slunk toward the entrance, lanky frame bobbing slightly with his laid-back, slow steps. Though, his feet came to a stop as he heard sniffling from inside the classroom.
”Ehhh? Is someone already here?” He mused this to himself as he peeked into the room curiously.
Someone stood at the furthest desk from the doorway, head bowed as hot tears slid down their cheeks. They seemed to stare down at the desk for a while longer before wiping their eyes and taking out a cloth and tiny bottle of liquid from their uniform jacket. Quickly, they poured the cleaning solution on their desk before scrubbing away at something. This piqued Floyd’s interest as he stepped in and made his way over, his signature smile in his face. Bending down, he hummed in the student’s ear and spoke, voice playful and probing.
“Say, I haven't seen you before.” His grin deepened, dual colored eyes squinting slightly with mischievous amusement. “I'll call you flamefishie.”
Floyd Leech’s second encounter with this stranger happened when he came early once again. Except this time, he peeked over their shoulder as they started to erase black and red words off their desk. The ink ran and disappeared quickly, but Floyd could feel himself tense as the words flashed in his mind.
“Worthless freak.”
“Gonna cry?”
“I bet your parents are embarrassed of you because you're practically magicless.”
“Say, Flamefishie… Who-” The student broke away, leaving wordlessly and in a hurry. The teal-haired man didn't get a chance to say anything more. Floyd waited for them to return, but the one he had dubbed as “Flamefishie”, didn't show for the rest of Crewel’s class.
Their third meeting, occured when Floyd arrived at the empty classroom, early yet again for the third time. He was in a terrible mood, being stuck with Azul’s yammering about customers and the Monstro Lounge. Did he never learn to loosen up? What irritated Floyd even more, were the three students crowding around a certain desk. They snickered loudly as they marked up the poor student’s desk. Ah, what a perfect opportunity to vent a little of his anger.
In a few lanky steps, he was upon the three students. One, was from Savanaclaw, while the other two were from Flamefishie’s dorm. Oh, that somehow made Floyd feel more murderous. His looming presence alone was enough to silence the snickering as the three students turned slowly. Heterochromic eyes glared down at them intensely as he spoke, cheery voice a contrast to the expression on his face, and the terrifying look in his eyes.
“Say… So you're the three that make Flamefishie cry…?” He smiled cruelly and a little unhingedly as he descended. “I'll give you a count to three before I squeeze you all.”
It was safe to say that the three scrambled away without as much as a glance back. Floyd fixed his uniform tie before the sound of books thudding against the floor caught his attention. His head snapped up and he turned, to see the familiar student he had come into contact with a few times before. Their (eye color) eyes were wide, already filling with tears. Were they always crying? Before Floyd could say anything, another thud filled the silence as the crying student dropped their bag and rushed over, throwing their arms around Floyd. The eel man froze but threw his head back and laughed. This was a surprise. One that put him in a good mood. It sounded as if they whispered something to him under their breath. Something he couldn't make out, but decided not to bring up as he took their hand and dragged them out of class.
“We're skipping class, Flamefishie~!” And it seemed like they were okay with that.
There had been buzz around the NRC, about the death of a student. Suicide, the whispering said. They weren't known very well amongst the student body, but that didn't stop the solemn feeling of mourning to choke the air. Floyd had a bad feeling in his gut, suddenly. Wait a second… Months had passed since he saw Flamefishie. It irritated him at first. Were they avoiding him? Why? But soon their absence became a normal occurrence that he had gotten used to. But now, oh, what could he say to that horrible dread he felt sitting in his stomach as he raced to his potionology class?
Floyd stared down at that specific desk; the one that peculiar student occupied for every one of Crewel’s boring lectures. Disbelief ran through him before rage replaced it. But that rage quickly died as he stared blankly. There, sitting atop their desk, was a vase of orchids, soft and white. He knew what this was.
Under the vase, was a letter addressed to him. It was simple, the only embellishment on it being a scribble of an eel on the corner of the envelope. Floyd tore the letter open with slightly shaking hands, unprepared for what he would read.
Many students say you're scary. But… You were so kind to me. Especially that day. I'm so grateful to have encountered someone like you.
So thank you. And goodbye.
It wasn't even signed. Floyd felt his frustration, anger, and sorrow all boil over as he turned and kicked over one of the chairs violently. Was he stupid? He had never even asked them their name. Storming out of the class, he couldn't bring himself to look back, the letter clutched in his hands tightly.
The next few days were like a blur. And before he knew it, he was attending an assembly for that student’s death. It was a blur as well, and he wandered his way around before a hand on his shoulder caught his attention. Floyd flared up, ready to beat someone to a bloody pulp, but stopped when he recognized a familiar shade of (eye color) eyes, looking at him. For a second, he could feel himself grow hopeful before realization crushed him. No, this wasn't his Flamefishie.
“Floyd Leech?” A man’s voice sounded, calm yet laced with hurt and sorrow.
“What's it to you?” He spat this, feeling a bad mood coming on.
The man simply smiled slightly. “I'm… (Full Name)’s older brother.. I just wanted to thank you, for being the reason they smiled so much. (Name) never did much, as far back as I could remember… I don't know what you were to each other, but they seemed alive when they spoke about you.” He seemed to stop, smile faltering before it perked up once more.
“So thank you, for giving them good memories.” Floyd turned in that instant and left, scowl deepening until he found himself far away from everyone. The NRC campus was empty, every student having gone to that assembly. Without the suffocating air of sorrow and sadness, Floyd started to question himself. Question why he cared at all in the first place. They had barely known each other. They'd only encountered each other a handful of times. So why did the sadness eat away at him from the inside? Why did the sorrow burn his eyes so?
Floyd felt a tear hit his hand, followed by another, and another. He couldn't stop the rain clouds that had started to gather round his mismatched eyes. And a realization hit him. About why he cared. Why it hurt like this.
He loved (Name).
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egalitarian-tomboy · 2 months
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Kalim’s Desperation & Brokenness
I don’t think people understand how traumatized & broken Kalim is.
“What’re you talking about? Isn’t he the most sunshine-filled characters in Twisted Wonderland?” I hear you ask.
Let me explain.
While Kalim isn’t a prince, he still comes from a long line of influential and powerful merchants that have family members connected to the royal family of the Scalding Sands. He’s the eldest child and the heir to the family business that he will take over once his father retires. Because of his claim, many assassination attempts have been made on his life. From jealous extended family members to rival merchants. He’s 17 years old and he’s developed the ability to identify poisons. That’s not normal. That’s not something a normal teenager has to worry about or needs to develop. He’s been poisoned enough times that he eventually began to question everything he’s been given to eat except for the food and drinks that were prepared by Jamil. Because he trusts him that much. Did anyone stop & think about the fact that Kalim grew up thinking the next meal could be his last? That he grew up not wanting to eat anything regardless of who made it until Jamil started to cook for him? That’s legitimate PTSD he has that just gets glossed over.
Also because he is the number one target of his family’s rivals and jealous family members, he never got to make legitimate friends aside from Jamil. Jamil was his first and only boy in his age group not connected by blood that he was able to socialize with and hang out with. Jamil got to go to a normal school while Kalim had to be tutored away from the other kids. Jamil got to enjoy festivals among the crowds without the worry of being kidnapped, while Kalim had to attend the family gatherings / business meetings first before he was allowed to go celebrate with the others. Even then he was under constant supervision. It wasn’t until he started attending NRC that he started to make friends in his own age group outside of his family home. That’s depressing as fuck. So of course he’s going to try to get people around him to enjoy themselves and be happy. There’s a desperation in his happiness that doesn’t get pointed out by others but he’s not a robot that only knows joy. He’s not dumb. He knows that the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. He’s been the target of several assassination attempts and he flat out says that Jamil could’ve killed him at any point in his 17 years of life. He trusted him with his life on a daily basis, if anyone had the chance to kill him it’d be Jamil. But Jamil didn’t kill him, he wanted to be free of the caste system that bounded them as Master-Servant.
Kalim has been able to bluntly point out to people their concerns and their thoughts about people / topics. Although he’s oblivious to some social situations, that doesn’t mean he’s not adept at reading social cues. Especially since he was one of the first to realize that Vil was starting to act like Jamil before he overblot.
The students at NRC don’t see him as being selfish and uncaring, quite the opposite. A lot of the dormmates see Kalim as almost a brother-like figure and they’re all willing to let Jamil have a second chance at being Vice Warden after he reverted back to normal because Kalim asked them to give him a chance. In terms of the main cast, he’s fun to be around and he’s very sweet. But they’re not afraid to tell him “no” just because he’s from a prestigious family. That’s something I believe he’s been craving more than his freedom from his own house.
I believe that Kalim is partially inspired by Jasmine as well because Jasmine’s entire thing was getting freedom to do what she wanted and fall in love with who she wanted. Because if you really think about it...Kalim might be forced into an arranged marriage and that means that Kalim might not even have the chance to fall in love with who he wants.
He has a lot of development he still needs to do. But I believe his time at NRC is beneficial to that growth. Hopefully this post kind of helped flesh out this whole perspective of him.
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