𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓾𝔂𝓾'𝓼 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭

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Jamil Viper

Love was something that felt so far for Jamil. He was accustomed to having everything he wanted going to those of a higher status to him, wealthier. Luckier. He had grown use to this however, rarely reacting whenever something was taken from him- he knew he couldn't fight it as much he wished

But somehow, amongst it all, he found a partner, something he thought would not be possible considering his situation. It was rare opportunity and Jamil took it

Like Riddle, he doesn't fling around words like 'love' often. He finds it to be a form of weakness and vulnerability, something he dislikes being seen as. Still, he was interested in you, and was curious to what this new profound relationship may blossom into. Despite that, he still kept his emotions in check, always in tune with what he was feeling.

The moment of change came when his partner took the time out of their day to take care of him, acts of service to put it simply. For Jamil, he was so used to taking care of himself and doing work for others- that having another person to do it felt strange.

He resisted at first, but had to cave in as you were relentless about helping him. That was foreign to him, but he wasn't against it either- if anything it felt refreshing to be able to rely on someone else other than himself.

And as you worked away, making him little foods and getting him as relaxed as possible to receive some proper rest- along with the fact that you're doing this because you wanted too- Jamil swore his heart exploded, leaving a new feeling behind in its place.

Jamil let out a long sigh laced with exhaustion as he placed the bowl formly filled with shawarma in the sink beside the other clutter of dishes. His eyes bored onto the mess in front of him, more stuff to be cleaned and the responsibility fell onto his hands. But being a servant his whole life he had become used to doing the many tedious tasks that the dorm asked of him- even if it boiled his blood.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Jamil got to work on the dishes, turning the sink handle and allowing the cold water to rush out. Diligently, he picked up the glass plates and got to work on cleaning them. With each plate and silverware, his fingers grew fatigued, endlessly weaving through the dishes; but Jamil knew he couldn't stop, he was a servant- this was his job.

"Jamil!" A voice called out, bouncing off the kitchen walls. Jamil nearly dropped the plate in his hands when the voice hit his ears, catching him off guard. Your head was peeking around the corner of the corridor leading to the kitchen, your eyes glancing around for your boyfriend.

A smile quickly curled onto your lips as you spotted him, still working away on the dishes in front of him. However your smile quivered into a frown as you took note of how his shoulder drooped, no doubt being from the endless work Kalim puts him through. " You know Jamil, you've done a lot today, why don't you take a break?" You said, noting how his slow movements. Jamil waved off your concerns with a flick of his wrist.

" Not now," was all he replied, his voice curt and blunt.

That wasn't good enough for you however, and with a puff, you pulled on his arm, dragging him away to a nearby couch. " Gah- y/n-!" Jamil protested his arms flailing around momentarily, attempting to pry away from your grasp, but you continued to hold on tightly.

" You are going to sit down and rest for a bit!" You stated, sitting him down on the couch. Jamil scoffed, going to get up but was immediately blocked by you; the action caused him to click his tongue in annoyance. Your eyes softened, your stern look being replaced by a worried one. "Jamil, your eyes are dropping, when was the last time you properly slept?"

He gave no response to that, he knew you were right to a degree. Instead he opted to brush off the question and he chided back with, " I need to finish cleaning dishes, then do kalims Landry, I don't have time for this y/n."

" I'll do it." Your reply was swift, causing him to pause in his tracks. " But first, I'm going to make you some sandwiches and see to it that you rest. I can deal with Kalim."

Jamil attempted to protest again, but alas all his sentences were rebuttal by you. And whenever he tried to get up, he was promptly sat back down, earning a glare from your end. As much as he tried to fight against it, your relentless nature forced him into defeat. So he sat there, resorting to watch you work instead. 'You shouldn't be lifting a finger' he thought, clicking his tongue again as he watched you piece together a sandwich. As you went to slice the sandwich into parts you heard your boyfriend call from behind, "You're going to cut yourself, let me to do it."

If anything that only made you upset, can't you do anything nice for your boyfriend? "Jamil, please let me do this, it pains me to see you overwork yourself. For once, allow someone else to take care of you, okay? And if I cut my finger then you can scold me all you want. Just… let me do this for you, please."

Jamil remained silent, unable to find a good response to that- knowing you'll just find a way to prove him wrong again. And with that you continued to make the sandwich. Meanwhile your words repeated in his head. He was bewildered and in disbelief at first. 'I'm just a servant, I was not meant to have this' the thought ran through his head like a plague. He was so used to taking care of others that the actions of someone doing that to him felt so odd and strange. But yet there you were, adamant on doing something for him, disproving all his initial thoughts. Although abnormal, he couldn't lie, it felt nice to rely on someone else even for a split second.

'They want to take care of me' that easily made Jamil snicker in amusement, he was still coming to terms with that reality. But as much as he shook his head at the idea, that didn't mask the little feeling growing his chest ever so suddenly.

He was drawn out of his thoughts as you approached him with a tray of sandwiches in hand. " Why are you doing this?" He asked, eyeing the sandwiches- sandwiches made for him and him alone, by your hand.

" Huh? Well, I care about you! You are always doing something for someone, it's time someone repaid that." The feeling in his chest only intensified at your words. He could feel his heart swell as well, a sensation that had only occurred a few times prior but none as similar to this. It was as though little butterflies rushed within him, each presenting a different and new emotion.

You took one of the sandwiches, inching it to his mouth. " Now come on, eat. I'll even feed you~" You cooed teasingly. Jamil blush a deep crimson red as he gazed away in embarrassment; however, he couldn't mask the rhythm of his heart increasing, a new form of warmth sprouting with each beat.

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Rook Hunt

Let's be real for a quick second, Rook was probably already in love with you prior to the relationship! When he gets with someone, it's with the intentions of loving them dearly and serenading them in lots of affection

His whole character and personality is based on romance after all; reciting love poems, stories and little phrases all tied into the concept in some way.

Rook is also someone who is very very in tune with their emotions as well. So when he feels a bubbly feeling dwelling in his chest, he already knows what it is without question. He doesn't fight it either, becoming enamored with the feelings dancing within his chest

So I think what would make him realize he's in love is when his partner expresses that they accept him and all his dramatic gestures- that he's perfect. Rook is aware that he can ramble off, and that often annoys other students. He knows this but shrugs it off- however, with his partner, deep down he hopes that they won't find it annoying. That he isn't too much

And there you are, someone who accepts his endless rambles and even hold open arms towards it, easily making his heart skip a beat. You were never annoyed or bored by him, even laughing along. Rook craves that.

And when you tell him that he's perfect, he could feel that warm feeling in his chest tingle, and he already knew what it was

Stares.

Rook was all too familiar with stares. Being the vice leader of Pomefiore among other things, he was guaranteed to gain some curious looks from other students. Rook wasn't against it, in fact he was also very observant of other students, often prying into the personal gossip of their lives.

But the stares he received weren't always one of curiosity or admiration. Some were a glance of irritation. Displeasure. Annoyance.

Rook was a man of many words, perhaps too many words in the eyes of other students. He was known to go off on tangents on his interest, his mouth finding new terms to produce even if he had been rambling for hours. His words were also sophisticated, mixing two languages together to form a complicated sentence- one many can not easily decipher. Not to mention his use of nicknames, having a unique one for each student who happens to cross paths with him. Many found this annoying. And Rook wasn't oblivious to this either, fully aware of their view on him; however, it was always met by a shrug on his end. He didn't care.

The hunter let out a sigh as he headed to his next class, though he stopped on his tracks when he heard a faint "Rook" call from behind him. The voice was familiar, belonging to none other than his partner, perhaps among the only few who were able to tolerate his nature- yet, he was still cautious, observant to what may happen.

With a turn on his heel, he was met with your gaze, a smile decorating your features. " Found you!" You giggled, skipping over to him.

The hunter let out a hefty laugh, a smile growing on his own lips. " Ah mon Cheri, it seems you have." He rested one hand on his chest while the other was outstretched beside him, forming one of his ever popular dramatic gestures.

Your giggles only continued in response. The sound reached Rook's ears, feeling like little melodies kissing the tips of his lobes. " Ah- always full of surprises, you truly are a trickster, my dear. Even I have fallen prey to your traps and still you continue to capture me with that beautiful face of yours, unscathed by your tactics. Your skin is still glowing as ever, and your eyes twinkle, reminiscent of the stars dancing in the night sky. So captivating." More words continued to fall from his lips, even when his mouth ran dry he had something to say.

You felt your face grow hot at his compliments as a sheepish smile crept its way to your lips. You looked away shyly, your gaze fixating on your shoes instead. Rook took immediate notice of this, his words coming to an abrupt stop. " Ah my apologies, mon cheri. I mustn't ramble too much, lest risk your ears falling off." He felt a heavy pang settle in his chest, it seems he got his own partner to be exhausted of his ramblings; however, he hid this with chuckle with a forced smile stretching on his lips.

" No, not at all!" You scrambled to say, your hands going to grab his. " Actually," you started your voice trailing off almost as though you were embarrassed. " I don't mind your constant rambling. I'm just not used to being complimented so much, you're the first to ever say such sweet things about me. And you always have something to say about the things you like, whether it be poetry or hunting." The blush on your face only grew brighter as you spoke.

" I like that about you."

Rook felt his eyes widened at the words that slipped from you, his breath hitching in his throat. The dreaded feeling in his chest evaporated and instead was placed with an emotion unfamiliar to him. Rook didn't have to question it, he already knew what it was. Still the feeling played along the surface of his heart, your words still echoing in his ears.

A rare smile danced on his lips. A genuine smile- not one of manipulation, wishing to gain something or with an ulterior motive. It was one of pure bliss, warmth reflecting off his features. Taking your hand, he brought it to his lips, placing a tender kiss to the knuckle. The action caused you eclict a little laugh. That only intensified the feeling in his chest.

Rook closed his eyes, continuing to take in your giggles while also immersing himself within the emotions. Although it was foreign, he accepted it with open arms just as you had with him. Like a flower, it planted within his heart and blossomed throughout his body, kissing each flaw and imperfection he had.

He was sure of what it was, and he made an oath to never let that feeling go. Love. That was something he will now fight for, even if others stare down at him with disapproval. As long as you're there in the end to open your heart to him, then Rook will sacrifice anything.

" Ah, mon cheri. You have no idea of the effect your words have on my heart."

GLAMROCK FREDDY

"you'll blow us all away"

finding out you were pregnant; you could've sworn that you had broken him

you almost thought he was caught in a glitch, but nothing prepared you for the way he held you

and he never wanted to leave your side. not now, and not ever

he spends his hours beside you, making small talk; making excuses to rest his head against you; nuzzling into your side

and his nose squeaks softly when the child nails him with their heel, a little drum beat against your body

the look on his face.

sings quietly to his little superstar, and nothing but love flows through his circuits

because he insists that someday, they'll blow you all away

MONTGOMERY GATOR

"i'll make the world safe and sound for you"

he thinks he's hearing things, or you're playing some kind of prank. realizing it's true absolutely shatters him

quietly asks to feel it when you tell him; the look in his eyes says some piece still refuses to believe

the gentle beat against his hand is enough to make his knees weak

takes his glasses off to search your face a little better. he's still looking for that cracking grin, that giggle to say you're kidding

you've never seen him make that face, but you're certain you want it to stay

fiercely protective of you, from that day forward. nothing would ever take this away from him

there is so much more inside him now. thoughts and emotions you'd never think he would have; they all spill out before you

he wants everything to be perfect. this child is everything to him and more, even if they've never truly met

ROXANNE WOLF

"i'm dedicating every day to you"

mildly upset with how easily she's beaten with the smallest of life forms, but just as quickly attached

goes out of her way to bring you things from around the pizzaplex, even if it's just an excuse to see you

makes the funniest faces when she feels the baby move

already planning for their morning routines, and is absolutely in love with the idea of doing their hair and makeup. it doesn't matter what gender they are

gossips about you to your belly as if it was already a separate entity, and totally rolls her eyes when you try to comment

but your smile knocks her out every time

domestic life was never quite her style, but for you, she'll go to the moon and back

and nothing can describe how she feels, seeing that little foot pressed so cleanly in your side

GLAMROCK CHICA

"i swear that i'll be around for you"

absolutely lights up when she hears about it. she cannot stop talking, and is eager to feel for herself

completely quiet when she does, as if the slightest movement might scare it away

and you've never seen her so happy.

absolutely loves to play her guitar for it, sitting on her knees and strumming along to a lullaby

is always the one to make sure you have what you need. she knows what it's like to be on the sidelines, and wants you to be the center of her world

what to say to you?

is fascinated every time, no matter how often she feels it kick, as if she can't believe it's still there

will sneak goodies from the kitchen, just for you. :)

SUNNYDROP

"you outshine the morning sun"

words could never express the way he felt when you told him you were expecting a little one

with all of his years as a daycare attendant, sharing such a special thing with you was indescribable

he hardly ever left your side. he was constantly around you, quieter than he'd ever been, listening to your heart

feeling the child kick is something entirely new. he thinks he's crazy, and keeps waiting for another

bursts into laughter when it thumps against his hand. human life is so, so incredibly precious

playfully scolds it for fighting every time you tell him that it moves. will gently swat at your belly in defense

and oh, his smile.

the smile he gives you every time it kicks.

MOONDROP

"when you smile i am undone"

pretends to be unbothered, but is quietly bubbling over with joy

tries to act very scientific about it, and unchanged by the movement. but you know just how much he loves it

and nothing can stop the giggle it rips from his core, a noise of such pure delight you found it hard to believe it was him

there is nothing that makes him happier than napping with you beneath the stars, playing a tune for his little starlight

no matter how hard he tries, he can't fight himself. he feels as if he's going to burst as their hand dents in your side

pride is not the word he's looking for.

insists on keeping the lights off, using the red of his eyes to see their hand through your skin. he never imagined something so small could affect him so deeply