Gladiator Lilia.. JUST A DASH OF ANGST?? I FELT MY HEART CRUMBLE AND BREAK TO AOTA NOOOOOOOO LILIAAAA

BOOK 6 IS COMING, THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🚨

“Y/n?”

The seemingly empty classroom is briefly illuminated followed by the sharp, loud crack of thunder. The shockwaves cause the floor beneath Jamil’s feet to shudder, and he hears the faint sound of a whimper coming from the farthest corner of the room.

“Y/n,” Jamil repeats before making his way to the small space beside a long row of lockers at the back of the classroom.

There, he found you curled into yourself with your hands pressed firmly against your ears and your eyes tightly shut.

He was only gone for a second to retrieve the cleaning supplies from the janitor’s closet. But he’d underestimated how bad the thunderstorm had been, because a particular boom of thunder caused the lights in the nearly vacant school to shut off without warning.

It’s also just his luck that you have a fear of both the dark and thunderstorms. He’s not sure why he’d suddenly felt guilty for leaving you by yourself, but his feet didn’t hesitate to turn on their heels and run back to the classroom where you awaited.

He stands there, waiting patiently for a few minutes to see if you’d calm down on your own.

It becomes quite apparent that the answer is no.

“I’m coming down,” Jamil sighs before sliding his back down the wall until he’s seated in a similar position as you.

You still haven’t moved an inch, but he can tell that your body is a lot less tense than before. But how can he comfort you?

A sudden thought pops into his head: a scene from a romance anime that Kalim had forced him to watch with him this summer. Would it work?

He decides to give it a shot.

Jamil shrugs his school blazer off and drapes it over your heads. The heavy material turns everything in your line of vision black, and you finally work up the courage to lift your head properly.

You don’t realize how close your faces are until you feel Jamil’s warm breath fanning across your cheeks.

“W—what are you doing?” you manage to squeak out, trying to scoot away despite your back being pressed against the lockers already.

“I’m distracting you,” Jamil answers as if it should have been the most obvious thing. “Is it working?”

“Um… kind of?” you can’t say that the close proximity isn’t making you feel like a cage of butterflies have been released in your stomach.

A few moments of silence pass before another boom of thunder strikes, causing the goosebumps on your arms to rise and you instinctively reach out to grasp Jamil’s arms. You’re surprised that he doesn’t move away immediately.

“I want to try something,” Jamil declares.

“Right now?” you ask in disbelief. “What is it?”

You feel his arms shifting in your grasp before his cold hands are cupping your cheeks, and you hold your breath as you wait for his next move.

Without any hesitation, Jamil leans forward and presses his soft lips against yours.

To say that you’re surprised is an understatement, but you respond to his touch anyways. Your lips move against one another, hesitantly at first, before Jamil makes the first move to deepen it.

You don’t realize just how fast your heart is racing until you finally break apart.

“Um…” you gasp, your fingertips running across your lips. “What was that?”

In that moment, Jamil’s glad that the darkness provided by his blazer is hiding how deep red his ears have turned. He clears his throat before simply answering, “a distraction.”

Knew Deuces house looked familiar

A Secret Santa gift for @tingerines!

Summary: Leona and Jamil found out they had an error in their chosen person to give, and so they decided to work together to create you the gift.

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┏ ⋙ Secret Santas (Jamil x Reader x Leona) (not specified romantically or platonically, up to you) ┛

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“What the…” Leona squinted his eyes as he looked at the paper slip he held in his hands.

Because of the headmaster, the “Secret Santa” game was compulsory to all students and unfortunately if you got a name you did not know, you would have to spend weeks frantically going under cover. 

For Leona, this sounded like a nightmare. Regardless of who’s name, he’s got to prepare a gift for SOMEONE. That’s a lot of work he doesn’t want to get his paws hands dirty on. However, it seems that Leona had gotten a name that he didn’t mind. A name greater than Rook and Floyd (well, “obviously” he would say-).

Your name.

But what to get for you? What to get for you…

Walking away from the box of slips he begrudgingly lined at, he bumped into a student, his slip of paper flew out of his hand and swayed towards the ground with another slip of paper.

“Hey, Viper watch where you’re going,” the Savanaclaw dorm leader said with an irritated tone. Jamil just frowned, muttering a half-hearted apology as he reached down to grab his slip of paper.

“Hang on…” 

“What?” 

Jamil reached over to take the two slips of papers as he inspected them with a baffled look on his face. “Why do they both have Y/N’s name on it?” 

Leona squinted his emerald eyes, and sure enough, the slips of paper had your name written on both of them. “What the hell?” Leona took the two slips in disbelief as Jamil rolled his eyes.

“Listen, why not we take this to Headmaster Crowley? Some sorry student won’t have a gift because of one of us.”

“What if it’s an odd number of students?”

“You really want to risk that?”

“Why not? Come on, let’s just work on a gift together, no?” Leona smirked. Leona didn’t really care what the odds were. He just wanted to do less work AND still be able to get you a gift. That sly, sneaky, SMUG dusty cat really is such a pain that Jamil understood. However, he noted that if he did tell the headmaster, he’d risked the chances of not being your secret Santa. He sighed, as he averted his eyes away from the lion and crossed his arms with the same frown still present on his face.

“Fine.” He hated how Leona smirked, but whatever. He’ll get this over with and done, and on the way decide if he wanted to take the full credit or not.

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“Oh my sevens…” Jamil groaned as he turned to look at Leona with an annoyed look. Baking a log cake was something foreign to Jamil, and Leona was doing literally nothing to help him. Not even reading out the ingredients he required to use. “Are you gonna help?”

“Maybe,” Leona yawned. Jamil gritted his teeth, hand clutching onto the spatula even tighter as he stirred the sweet Christmas cake batter with bitterness.

Who does this guy think he is? You know what, I’m definitely taking all credit, it’s true I’m doing everything.

As Jamil continued stirring, he heard his senior yawned, grunting softly as he saw turned to see the lion stretch his stiff muscles and lazily dragged his feet over to the kitchen counter.

Leona blinked, as he looked towards Jamil who averted his eyes away from him with a frown. He turned his head towards the raspberries Jamil was supposed to cut laid on the chopping board untouched. Without saying a word, Leona grabbed a knife from the wooden holder, before swiftly slicing them.

“Hey! Wha-!”

“You needed to slice them up, right? Well, I’m doing it for you.”

Jamil stood baffled and dumbfounded as Leona nonchalantly cut up the raspberries. What a weird guy…

Leona peered over to Jamil once again, emerald eyes blankly looking at the vice dorm with a bored expression.

“…So, I heard from Kalim you’re going to spend Christmas over here.”

“What about it?”

“Don’t you have a sister? Don’t you wanna see her?”

“Well, Kalim’s family’s coming to NRC for a visit, and I need to be there to prepare.”

“Well that’s shit,” Leona bluntly replied.

“What’s your deal, seriously.” Jamil was just ticked off by this point, as this man in front of him was giving him so many mixed signals that he doesn’t understand.

“Listen, you should probably tell Kalim you’d rather go be with your family right now. Besides, he’s someone with plenty of servants, right? Just go be with em.”

“And why do you care?”

“I’m making sure you don’t regret being wasting your time and not being a big brother to your little sister.”

Jamil looked at Leona, the dicing of the raspberries being chopped up with the knife, the smooth, sharp and silver metal hitting the wooden board. 

“Listen, my brother most of the time never was available for Christmas since he’s too busy with his King duties. Whenever he does show up, he gets super disappointed when he can’t come see us, and his face…” Leona paused, “Well, I can clearly see regret written all over.”

“The situation’s getting better over the years, but listen, I’m not saying neglect your duties, but don’t forget to not neglect your family. Otherwise, your face would pucker worse than when you swallow a whole lemon.”

Jamil stared at Leona in awe. Just what in the Sevens-

The boy’s eyes faltered, eyelids half-lidded as he looked dazed and caught up in his moment of self-reflection.

He smirked. “You think my sister’s as thoughtful as you are? I never knew you as the little brother would care so much about your older brother?”

“Oh don’t push it, Mr. Bleeding Heart-”

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“Hey, Y/n.”

“Hm?”

You turned to see Leona yawning as he approached you, Jamil trailing behind. You blinked curiously at the pink cloth that seemed to wrap some kind of block, log even, as you smiled kindly.

“What’s up?”

“We’re your secret Santas. Don’t ask why you have two,” Leona bluntly replied, giving your gift which turned out to be a crudely frosted log cake, yet the decor of it were placed exquisitely with detail, as if fitting a puzzle piece to perfection.

“Hope you enjoy, Y/n,” Jamil politely smiled.

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Hey, sorry for the late gifting @tingerines but I was your secret santa! I’ve been away, out of town so wasn’t able to send your gift on Christmas like how I had originally planned to.

Hope you enjoy!

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hello um I don’t know if this is a thing but, um🥺 are requests a thing on this fandom?

Hi! I believe so; a lot of the Twst writers I follow accept requests as well! 😊

Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you

Do not speak to me for a few minutes. I’m molting. I need a beach episode event like, now.

Art is by yudo_fu_nabe on Twitter!

There’s just something about the Twst bois’ surprised faces. I wanna squish their cheeks so bad. 😭😤

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