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Hello! I recently found your blog and I’m in love with it and your writing! I wish we could be friends.🥹
Hello! Thank you so much, you’re so sweet (so the cotton candy keyword is very accurate hehe). 💛 and I would love to be friends! 🥺
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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!
<3
Hello, I’m alive and I’m still writing — kind of. 🥹
I’ve had two WIP fics for Silver and Malleus with the plots all ready to go in my mind. But y’know what, my Kryptonite is that I put way too much detail and context in (which may be a good thing but I need to reel it back omg). So my motivation runs out bc why are these fics not even close to done yet? 😭
Well, if anyone is interested, here’s a sneak peek of what’s in the Silver fic. Just some casual cockblocking from my sunshine boi. :^)
Roller skating at Skate City. That was your boyfriend’s bright idea when you told him that you’d let him choose where to go for your next date night.
It’s not that you had a problem with how relatively lowkey the activity is. No, it’s more so that the last time you tried doing something like this, both you two and your friends ended the night with mouthfuls of ice.
But still, you couldn’t deny all the fun that was had, so the night was fondly known as The Christmas Ice Skating Disaster amongst your friends.
All this to say that you can only imagine this date night ending with more than a couple of bruises on your shins.
“Come on, y/n!” Trey calls out, one hand stretched out towards you while the other is holding onto the rink barrier. He notices the skeptical look on your face as you stumble towards him and rolls his eyes, “I promise that you’re going to be okay.”
“Hold on, I’m coming,” you huff, your voice barely audible above the loud old-school pop music playing.
Your eyes are fixed on the carpet below you as you focus on trying not to slip on the glow-in-the dark material. You feel a hand grab onto the bend of your elbow and look up in confusion to find Trey standing beside you.
“You were taking too long. I’ll help you,” Trey explains with a teasing tone in his voice.
He sticks his tongue out before moving to stand behind you and pushing you towards the skating rink. You had half the mind to scold him for endangering you, but the words die in your throat when you realize that you were moving without a single stumble.
Well, that’s a pleasant surprise.
“Come on, baby,” Trey repeats, mimicking his earlier actions after he’s stepped inside the rink.
“Should I be concerned that you’re acting really confident for someone who sucks at skating?” you ask half-jokingly but place your hand in your boyfriend’s outstretched one anyways.
“That was ice skating. This is roller skating,” Trey grins as he watches you stumble ungracefully. “Which — no offense, babe — you definitely suck at more than me.”
“Uh… I definitely take offense to th— ah!” you let out a yelp as your feet suddenly slip back, causing your upper body to lurch forward.
You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the fall that never came. Instead, you fell straight into Trey’s waiting arms and your hands instinctively clutch onto his sweater’s sleeve. You open one eye to peek at your boyfriend, who has a relatively proud look about him.
“So… are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day?” Trey asks with another cheeky grin, “or should I let you flounder around the skating rink on your own?”
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “okay, just because you haven’t fallen over yet doesn’t mean you’re the better skater— okay, wait! I’m sorry!”
Your grip on Trey’s sleeve tightens when he makes a move to pull his arms back. You both know that he would never actually let go of you, but your body reacted out of pure survival instincts. In this case, you wanted to save yourself from an embarrassing public face plant.
“Glued to my side it is!” Trey chuckles as he loosely wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”
(via Twisted Wonderland Matchups! - Who would love you? | Jack Howl)
