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Intrigue at First Sight [JamiAzu]

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Summary: Azul takes notice of Jamil in their first year at NRC.

“Beauty” was never really something that Azul had a personal interest in. He could appreciate it, sure, but he never really found himself particularly seeking out such frivolous affairs. Really, if something were to catch Azul’s eye, it would have to be something really special.

Or, perhaps, someone.

Azul prided himself on coming to class early to ensure he would always be on time. He had appearances to keep up and grades to maintain, after all. Tardiness was out of the question, and arriving early also gave him the chance to study each of his classmate’s faces as they slowly trickled in up until the last second. When in a line of work such as Azul’s, where socialization and schmoozing were crucial skills, it was important to remember as many faces as soon as possible after meeting someone. Networking was everything, and it was far more impressive the quicker you could recall an acquaintance.

This was, of course, how Azul Ashengrotto first took notice of Jamil Viper. It wasn’t like Jamil dressed particularly outstanding when he came to class- it was quite the opposite, really. Azul probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all, had he not been taking a mental inventory of his classmates. Jamil wore a simple hooded sweatshirt paired with his school uniform, and he kept to himself as he came through the doors just a few minutes before class started. This was a pattern Azul picked up on in the first week of classes, as it helped to know the habits of familiar faces around him… Jamil, like clockwork, came into class just a few minutes before starting. He was never early, he was never late, and he kept to himself. His eyes stayed focused ahead and his head was slightly bowed when he walked.

And he was very, very pretty.

Jamil was scarcely spotted on his own once Kalim transferred to NRC a few months after the school year began. If Jamil wasn’t in class, he was making his way to or from Kalim’s side. At first glance, one might think they were the best of friends with how inseparable they were, but it really didn’t take a genius to look past the surface. Sure, the two grew up together, and sure, Kalim adored Jamil and was always quick to refer to him as his absolute best friend!

But Jamil was a servant doing his job, and as much love as Kalim had to give to the world around him…

Well, anyone could see there was something complicated going on there.

“Do you mind pairing up with me for the lab assignment today?” Azul asked as he approached Jamil in the hallway one afternoon on the way to his next class.

Jamil turned to Azul with a neutral expression and nodded politely, his clear gray eyes meeting Azul’s. “Sure, I don't mind.”

Jamil was much more polite and agreeable the first handful of times Azul interacted with him during their first year at NRC.

“You know, it’s not every day that I see you by yourself outside of class,” Azul said as they walked the rest of the way to the lab room. “It’s nice to have a moment to speak with you on your own and get to know you more.”

Jamil faced forward as they continued through the hallway. “There’s not much more to know, really,” he said simply. “And it is my duty to stay by Kalim’s side as his aid. If you're looking for a lively conversation, you’re better off approaching him instead, really.”

Azul chuckled. “I’m sure you have plenty to offer in conversation.”

“Well, I’ll suggest that you not get your hopes up.”

“Why don’t you join us for lunch?” Azul continued. “You’re on the basketball team with Floyd, aren’t you? I’m sure he’d love to have a chance to talk with you off the court, as well.”

That was… potentially true, but Floyd’s attitude towards talking to other classmates highly depended on his mood… And so would his definition of “talk”. Azul didn’t think it was important to dwell on such minor details in the current moment, though.

Jamil raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m surprised you knew that. He and I haven’t really spoken much before, and though I’m… very aware of his presence, I’m not sure he’s noticed mine.”

I’ve noticed you, Azul stops himself from saying. “Then a lunch together is the perfect place to start, don’t you think?” He says instead.

He also realizes that he’s been trying to meet Jamil’s eyes this whole time, but they’re arriving at their seats, and Jamil will no longer look at him. Azul’s eyes drop from the side profile of Jamil’s face and instead follow where his hands have gone to his shoulder, pulling back his long, silky hair in preparation for their lab assignment. It looked healthy and well-kept, and Azul wondered how long Jamil spent styling it every morning with how many intricate braids and decorations he weaved within.

“Sorry, but I have to make lunch for Kalim, anyway.” Was Jamil’s response, and it sounded rehearsed, like this wasn’t the first time words have left his mouth, nor would it be the last.

“He could join us, of course,” Azul insisted.

“No, that’s alright. thank you.”

Azul opened his mouth to continue debating, but had to resign himself when Crewel entered the room and began class.

“I could help you study next time, if you’d like.”

Jamil looked up from where he sat alone - another rare moment that Azul found himself hurrying to take advantage of - and scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “...Sorry?”

Azul nodded to one of the papers laying on the table in front of him. It was their latest history of magic test, with a score of 70% written at the top. A score Azul often noted whenever he caught a glimpse of Jamil’s returned assignments.

Jamil sighed and shook his head. “...As kind as you are to offer, I’ll pass.”

“Oh, but I insist!” Azul said, stepping closer to lean against the side of the table. He smiled ever-so-charitably down at Jamil. “We’re classmates, are we not? Why, it would break my heart to stand idly by when my fellow student is in need. I’m sure we could work something out together…”

Jamil peered back up at him, his expression as neutral as ever, but his eyes… Azul often wasn’t close enough to see them in detail, but when he got a good look, it was hard to look away. They were a stormy shade of gray, and had a tendency to pull Azul in closer… and closer…

“…Um,” Jamil leaned back slightly, furrowing his brows yet again. “No, thanks.”

Azul quickly straightened his posture and cleared his throat, suddenly all too aware of his unusually close proximity to his classmate. “…Right. Of course. Do let me know if you change your mind.” He turned to leave, glancing over his shoulder to look at Jamil one more time. “My door is always open to you.”

“Thank you, but you should really save that offer for those who actually need it,” Jamil responded. “I’m just fine as I am.”

Azul noticed that Jamil's polite smile did not reach his eyes.

Moments ago, Jamil was on the ground, unconscious after a heavy, blot induced battle. Azul remained by his side the entire time after he went down, waiting, watching…

He felt himself breathe a sigh of relief when the familiar sight of those pretty, stormy eyes returned.

No more overblot, no more corruption. Just Jamil.

And now, Jamil stood in front of Azul, a familiar scowl plastered across his face - a look Azul had come to know with great familiarity in their more recent months of knowing each other. His expression of discontent deepened with every word out of his mouth, telling Azul exactly what he thought of his invitation for Jamil to join forces with him in Octavinelle.

Unfiltered, unfriendly, fully authentic Jamil. He was sour, bitter, angry… and each stinging word he spat out only filled Azul’s chest with an intrigued, excited flutter in his chest. This was a new side of Jamil, something he knew was hiding under the surface, he just hadn’t been sure what he would find or how long it would take to uncover… But Azul was right, ultimately. Jamil WAS interesting. He was special, hiding much more underneath the surface… he’d been a worthy subject to keep an eye on over the growing years.

“Goodness. That’s a rather staging rebuke,” Jade said with a wide grin aimed at Azul in response to Jamil’s verbal thrashing.

Azul chuckled, an equally amused smile spread across his own face. “I don’t mind.”

In fact, Azul was quite sure he liked Jamil better this way. He was more authentic, free…

And just as beautiful as ever.

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Moonie my beloved.

i’m not sure if your requests are open but. i need eddie munson // gremlins content like i need god. What are his thoughts watching the movie for the first time. is he haunted by the thought of stripe. does he need a gizmo in his life or is he already a gremlin after midnight. inquiring minds must know ,, thank you g bless

WWUUUHHH UHEUUU REY THIS GOT ME SO EXCITEDJKkghkfk

eddie and you love going to the movies, barreling out right after school or sneaking into midnight shows of the latest horror releases, spending full weekends in the theater to watch your favorites over and over again. of course you guys sneak in your own snacks and treats, but you're respectful about it, always making sure to clean up after yourselves. eddie'd worked a few shifts as an usher one summer and christ how he hated cleaning up after the slobs -- he vowed to never be that kind of customer.

oh, but, when you two first see the trailer for gremlins on tv? he's already staring at you and grinning when you whip your head around to him.

"um. we're seeing that," you state matter-of-factly.

eddie snorts, about to say something in agreement, and then gasps, full shock,

"...babe... BABE!"

"what??"

"that's the SAME DAY ghostbusters is out."

wayne just watches from his recliner with a smirk as you -- unsure of how to express your excitement -- begin dog-piling yourself on eddie while cheering, your boyfriend cackling all the while.

that friday, eddie and you aren't at school, oh no. in fact, you're one of the first ones in line at the theater, 'giddy' not even covering it as you both recite lines from the trailers, discussing theories and what you expected.

ghostbusters is the first flick of your double-feature -- to say you both enjoyed it is a heavy understatement -- and going into the second movie of the day you're beyond ready for whatever gremlins throws at you.

the set-up part of the film has you both hooked -- hell, just the trailer had you hooked, but when you finally see gizmo for the first time, whining over how cute he is, eddie is cheesing hard and squeezing you into him. he loves the movies as much as you, but watching you watch movies? sometimes that was even better. eddie was a sucker for your commentary.

he's scolding the screen as every mogwai rule is eventually broken, fully immersed, fully engrossed, fully ready to fight stripe with his bare hands. the moment the antagonist dares to spit upon sweet, innocent gizmo, eddie has a vendetta.

although, that's not to say he doesn't absolutely love every minute of the gremlins being gremlins. he's cackling and pointing, elbowing you excitedly through the whole chaos montage. and when it comes to mrs. deagle's turn for a visit, he's on the edge of his seat just waiting to see what will happen.

when the old lady goes soaring, you both along with the audience are clapping and cheering at the grisly yet much-deserved demise. barney could rest easy now, poor dog.

now, eddie would never openly admit it, but he was a sucker for those old disney movies -- ever since he was a kid. when the gremlins are all together in the theater, watching snow white and entranced by the dwarves' working song, he's singing along with them too, with a grin so wide his cheeks are hurting.

somewhat surprisingly to you, eddie is near hiding his face in your shoulder when stripe finally meets his end, whining sounds of distaste as the creature melts and perishes. you just coo and pat his cheek, while your eyes are glued to the screen in delight.

you could swear as well you hear him sniffle when gizmo bids billy goodbye as the movie draws to a close. you don't judge, though. you're definitely crying a little, too.

you'd gotten to the theater early in the afternoon, and after two flicks it still wasn't too late in the day, but the excitement had definitely wiped the pair of you out. eddie leans into you heavily, almost sad, pouting and squeezing his arm around your shoulders as yours does around his waist.

"...i want a gizmo..."

you snort softly and tilt your head to peck his cheek, "i know, sweetie, i know."

in bed that night, curled up together and yawning in-between reminiscing in the day you'd had, eddie is about to get up for a glass of water when he pauses.

"what's up, babe?" you question softly, rubbing his back. eddie shuffles a bit and turns his head to look at you, bemused and smirking.

"... what if there's gremlins out there..? ghouls..."

you can't help the laughter, giving him a playful shove out of bed to which he whines and makes a show of tiptoeing to the door, cracking it open and peaking out.

"well, then, you better go bust 'em! show 'em who's boss, baby, you got it."

and, of course, eddie most definitely is a gremlin, as he sheepishly re-enters the room with the glass of water and a plate full of food for you both to share. tired before, he's wired after the late-night feast, leaping around you sat in bed asking repeatedly as you're wracked with giggles, 'who you gonna call?? ED-BUSTERS!'

the next few days neither of you can go a full sentence without quoting the films at each other, and of course you go back over the weekend multiple times, at least once with wayne after convincing him to join you.

a few weeks after release and it continues when eddie is crouched in front of the tv, grumbling softly and smacking the sides, adjusting the antenna while the screen shifts between shades of fuzz. he huffs, calls to you while you're in the kitchen. "hey! theres GREMLINS in here. we got gremlins in the tv."

#GJSKJDGKJ IM SORRY THIS IS SO FKN MESSY AND UNHINGED IM SLIGHTLY MANIC #LISTEN TO ME LISTEN #I LOVE MOVIES I LOVE THE THEATER I LOVE CORNY CAMPY 80S MOVIES IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW #WE JUST SAW THIS AT ALAMO DRAFTHOUSE FOR A MOVIE PARTY AND WE GOT PROPS I GOT A LIL GIZMO MASK AND STREAMER AND WE THREW PAPER PLATES JADGK #I DID RESEARCH FOR THIS #THIS IS THE MESSIEST FIC BUT NOW ITS MY FAVORITE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH REY OK ILL STOP YELLING NOW AAAAAAAAAA #like i saw ur ask and went :000 and immediately sat on the floor with my laptop #fun fact: the first i ever saw of gremlins was when i was 6 at a sleepover and all the Big Kids were watching it in the living room like #'u guys this is like way too scary :( u guys are liddle babies u cant watch this :('#and then us liddle babies snuck in at some point and hid behind the sofa and when i peeked up #it was the scene with the gremlin exploding in the microwave #*chefs kiss*#never been the same since #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson oneshot #mine

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