Somehow This Became A Series. Part 1 - The Argument Part 2 - Leona & Ruggie Part 3 - Rook's Anguish Part

Cats getting caught doing crimes

What if baby Azul spent a day in every dorm

Kalim: Jamil, by any chance, do you know someone named MC who is wanted?

Jamil: *quickly looked at him with a frown*

Kalim: ...

Kalim: I'm just curious.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: *crossed his arms* Yes, that person is a known killer. Though I wonder how you know that name, given that you don’t even bother watching the news.

Kalim: ...

Kalim: *laughs awkwardly* Uh, Jamil? I'm feeling hungry...

Jamil: *stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a sigh*

Jamil: Alright. Wait here. *then left*

Kalim: Phew...

Kalim: *has been staring at the phone MC lent him*

Kalim: *sigh* How am I going to give this back?

Kalim: I’m sure neither Jamil nor my parents would allow me to look for them if I said they’re a wanted criminal. But I’d feel guilty keeping this phone... What if they have no way to communicate with their friends?

Kalim: ...Wait. Do criminals have friends?

*laughs*

Kalim: *was startled by the sound of someone laughing and quickly turned his head toward the source*

MC: *suddenly appeared from the corner of his room*

MC: That hurts a bit. Anyway, *smiles* it's a good to see you again, Kalim~!

Kalim: Eh? How did you—

MC: How did I know your address? I didn’t! You have something that belongs to me, and that’s how I found you. Amazing, right~?

Kalim: Y-Yes! Wow! No wonder you're not caught yet!

MC: ...

MC: *giggles* Won't you get in trouble being friendly with a criminal, young master~?

Kalim: ...

Kalim: Oh! Right! Here’s your phone! Thank you for saving me the other day!

MC: *tilts their head; acts confused* Hmm? But I'm not here for that.

Kalim: Eh?

MC: *smiles* It's yours now, cutie. You're going to need it.

Kalim: What do you mean—

Jamil: *enters the room* Kalim, are you awake?

Kalim: Y-Yes!

Jamil: ...

Jamil: Why are you being nervous?

Kalim: Huh?

Jamil: *frowns* Were you doing something before I got here?

Kalim: N-No! I— *glanced at where MC had been standing earlier, but now they were gone*

Kalim: ...

Kalim: I think there was a bug...

Jamil: ...

Jamil: You should've told me sooner. *then hurriedly left*

Kalim: ...

*Kalim received a text message from MC's phone: Keep my phone with you at all times, okay~?. ^^*

Between the devil and the deep blue sea, Charybdis and Scylla. or as we say in french, choosing between plague and cholera. It got longer than planned so there will be one last and third part- I want to get to one particular point so bad but I couldn't rush it- (AND I FORGOT TO MAKE JAMILS HANDS WEBBED IN THE FIRST PART AHSHDJFDHSJ I am devastated, can't remember my own designs) Part 1

Wings Series Masterpost

Tags: Wings!AU, Jamil/Kalim, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, a lot of content warnings so view to your own discretion

1. "It is what it is" (cw: blood, self harm, gore)

2. A habit inherited from parents (cw: blood, gore, knife wounds)

3. "If you don't let me keep my wings, I'm gonna make my own" (cw: blood)

4. Like a butterfly (cw: needles/pins)

5. Heartfelt gift (cw: blood, stitches, botched surgery)

6. Bittersweet memory (no content warning)

7. The scorpion and the frog (no content warning)

8. "Sometimes my wings feel too heavy" (cw: blood, hanging)

9. "You'll protect her, won't you?" (cw: implied harm)

10. A breakdown (cw: blood, gore, violence)

11. "Lend me your wings so I can feel the sun on my skin" (no content warning)

12. "I would've given them to you if I only knew" (cw: blood)

13. "Please show me the consequences of my own (in)actions" (cw: scars)

14. "Let me be the one to protect you" (no content warning)

15. "They'll grow back" (no content warning)

16. Flight in tandem (no content warning)

17. "We were always together" (no content warning)

Others:

Related Asks

Poll (closed)

Wings!AU tag

Fanarts/Inspired

wait until you find out what else this coin can do, azul...

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Yuu, sees Leona with messy hair and fixes it: Messy lion can't fix his own hair.

Leona:

Ruggie:

Jack:

All of Savanaclaw:

Jack: Yuu...

Ruggie: When's the wedding, Prefect?

Yuu: Whenever Leona gives me a ring.

Leona, slips the ring on Yuu's finger: There.

Yuu, staring at the ring: The fact that you had it on standby...

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fem reader. nsfwish. you ride anaxa while stargazing.

i

"you brought me here to see the stars," you say, reclining back on the cool marble of the dome's floor. your crystalline lashes catch the moonlight.

it's cloudy tonight. your fingers trace the edge of the starmap projector.

"no," anaxa answers softly, setting his coat beside you before lowering himself down. "i brought you here to be seen."

you turn to look at him. you never smile wide, but tonight, it’s nearly there.

ii

"you don't need to explain constellations to me, anaxagoras."

"i don't. i know," he swallows, eyes flicking up to the way occasional moonlight wraps around your collarbone. "but I still want to."

your silence isn't permission. it's invitation.

"that," he continues, brushing his fingertip just below your clavicle. you're seated in the way that lets the projector move the constellations onto your body, and anaxa has never been so grateful. "is where orion's belt stretches, when the clouds clear. and just beneath it—" he touches the hollow of your throat "—nebula, shaped like a kiss you forget to return."

you huff softly, low and too close. "you're sentimental tonight."

"i'm... learning," he breathes you in like a prayer. "you're the best proof i have that wonder survives reason."

your kiss him first. he forgets every nebula he's ever known.

iii

anaxa lays flat against the marble floor, stars blinking down at him, and you lower yourself onto him like a prayer.

his hands grip your thighs, thumbs tracing constellations into your skin. you feel like the divinity he is meant to defy.

"go slow," he breathes. "i want to remember every second."

"we’ve had centuries," you whisper. "but this… is the one i'll keep."

iv

"say something," you murmur, brushing a thumb under his eye, where tears threaten but never fall.

he opens his mouth. closes it. then finally:

"you’re beautiful when you look down at me like that."

you let out the gentlest laugh—one he feels in his bones.

"then look up," you say. "and see it again."

v

you press a kiss just below his eye patch, featherlight.

"i've seen you teach ridiculous equations, crush religion, and reject fate," you whisper, fingers threaded with his. "and yet here you are, letting me pull you apart with nothing but me."

"it's always been you," anaxa says, so quietly you almost don't hear. "even before i understood."

the projector flickers, constellations spiraling across the dome. one lands between your shoulder blades.

he touches it with his mouth.

vi

"you don't fall," you tell him, lips against his jaw. "you choose." and anaxagoras—philosopher, skeptic, logician—tilts his chin, bares his throat, and says your name like it's the first law of the universe.

vii

you move slowly, so slowly it’s not about chasing the high. it’s about existing, being, folded into each other.

you press your forehead to his. "say something incomprehensible," you breathe.

"i am completely undone by the weight of you," he replies.

you shudder.

"you’re supposed to say it in logic-speak."

"i did."

viii

you press your palm over anaxa's sternum.

"still composed?"

he exhales shakily.

"only in theory," he mutters weakly.

"and practice?" your lips hover just at his jaw.

"currently unraveling."

ix

he maps you like the stars—carefully, with awe—and memorizes every soft gasp like it's his only truth.

x

you lie still, only heartbeat against heartbeat now.

"so this is the grove's most brilliant professor," you tease softly.

"devastated," anaxa agrees, brushing a hand up your spine. "and happily ruined."