#Twisted Wonderland x Inkling!Reader

[calimelontea]

the octotrio with an inkling!reader

❥❥am I splicing my current hyperfixation into a completely unrelated fandom bc the fresh season just recently dropped?? Yes. Is it going to be kinda awkward bc this is my very first fic on this page??? Also yes 👍But man is it gonna be fun to write, so I hope you guys will have just as much fun reading!

❥ the reader falls into this twisted wonderland unannounced and unprepared, but much to the student body's surprise, this new transfer student was... A squid? A kid?? It was anyone's guess, but for now it was decided that you would reside in Octainvinelle, seeing as you were a cephalopod of some sort. How do you fair in the ranks of the fish mafia?

Category- Fluff ☀

Content- semi platonic, Azul Jade and Floyd, you are an inkling from Splatoon

Azul Ashengrotto

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➼When you had first arrived at the dorm's doorstep, he couldn't deny his interest was piqued! Not only was he interested in seeing that squids had evolved their own little subspecies, but he also saw this as the perfect opportunity for profit!

➼A creature that can continuously produce different colored inks?? He's practically seeing dollar signs...

➼No doubt he'll probably ask for a little share of what's in your ink tank, and in return he'll provide you protection and some benefits in the lounge, (albeit some very miniscule ones. Can't lose too much profit, now can we?).

➼But nevertheless, it couldn't be denied that your presence in the lounge had certainly brightened the atmosphere. Now not only can one make shady business deals, but they also get to watch this strange little squid creature run around and obsess over anything it deems "fresh".

➼Eventually though he would begin to warm up to you and see you as a bit more than a walking money bag, especially after the overblot incident. You offered him a helping hand and a friendly smile, even when he was hardly deserving of forgiveness, and he will always be grateful for that (though he will never admit that a loud).

➼He's always sure to keep watch over you, whether it be him in person or the twins, and if someone dares to cause you any trouble... Whew boy, they better hope they can handle a good squeeze.

➼Anytime there's something you want to show him, you'd better believe he's dropping what he's doing to look (within reason ofc), and if you manage to bring him something of extra value, he's sure to praise you and treat you to something from the lounge's menu.

➼Most of your time together is just you dragging him along to look for something fun to do, and although a lot of times he would rather be back at the lounge counting up earnings or advertising new business opportunities, he just can't say no to that face...

➼Overall he'll likely be your safest bet as long as you're willing to sacrifice some ink and maybe your free will 👍

Floyd Leech

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➼When you first arrived, he just thought you were the silliest lil creature! It didn't matter to him if you were human or squid, he just wanted to squeeze you and play with you.

➼And squeeze you he will, you better be watching your back all times of the day bc this man can and will ambush you with the most bone-crushing hug in existence. You don't even have bones and yet you feel the structure of your very being squashed like a water balloon.

➼He takes a liking to you almost immediately out the gate, assigning you the nickname "squidling" since he already nicknamed someone else "squid", and you change colors way too often to assign a colored type of squid.

➼Instead of you dragging him around, now it's his turn to drag you. Will literally snatch you from wherever you are, whether it be your dorm room or even class, and run off to wherever sounds the most fun in the moment. (R.I.P Grim, you're on your own)

➼Literally has 0 idea what you're saying (inklings speak a special kind of language), but will absolutely pretend to know what you mean. Will have an entire full blown conversation with you even if, with context, the conversation doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

➼Likely will go out of his way to get something for you if he believes it's something you'd find "fresh". Mans is gonna come to your dorm with like 20 shiny rocks, some shirts and a thingamabob or two and you're keeping ALL of them.

➼Can and will try to make you swim somehow due to your squid features. It will not go well.

➼You're probably one of the very few people that can pull him out of his bad moods without bribery or blackmail. Legit just start talking to him about anything random and he'll give you one of those legit scary smiles and squeezes onto you like you've just given him the best news of his life.

➼He's a pretty alright option if you don't mind being a caprisun under a hydraulic press. Just... Stay alert.

Jade Leech

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➼Mans is literally scary, why would you pick him???? /j Much like Azul, he's very curious about you when you first arrive in Octainvinelle, but instead of profiting purposes, he more or less wants to study you.

➼He's very curious about what it is that makes you tick. How did squids evolve to produce a specimen like you? Are there more of you? And if so, have your species formed an intricate society? Where does your language originate? Do you have a similar intestinal structure to humans or merfolk???

➼Bro has probably thought about dissecting you at least 40 times and counting, but because it's heavily frowned upon in a school setting, he's decided against poking around in a squid-kid cadaver. For now...

➼Until then though, he ensures he's as hospitable as he possibly can be, while also leaving some room for learning about your unique culture.

➼This means he will likely be one of the very few students to start picking up on your language, as well as understanding your behaviors/mannerisms.

➼It was during these studies of his that you two developed a sort of trade system. You would bring him some wild mushrooms or any plants that look interesting, and in return he will buy you something "fresh" from Sam's shop, with a reasonable price tag ofc.

➼And due to this mutually beneficial system, it didn't take long for the two of you to become good friends. It wouldn't be very often you would see this tall eel man without his tiny squid companion, especially when it comes to his mushroom garden. Congrats, you have entry to the sporehouse 👍

➼This also means you two get to share your special interests with one another. You get to spend time with him creating mini terrariums and growing shrooms, and in return you can teach him how to play turf war (the second he gets the hang of it you will constantly get your ass beat).

➼He's a pretty sound option over time, but you should NEVER be alone with this man with lab equipment. Never trust a man who enjoys clam blitz.

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland Boys x Fem Reader in their respective Fairytales (Series)

(Kalim's Part)

Previous part (Azul)

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A/n: I forgot to add Vil omg, I'll write about him along with Malleus, I just wanted this out cause I enjoyed writing this so much, and I couldn't wait to post it! I hope you all like it! Kalim here is based on the Sultan in Aladdin so not the villain, but I didn't want to leave him out. Content Warning: This Fic will be tagged as 16+ since it is a bit suggestive along with mentions of Gorey themes (Azul), it’s very vague. I haven’t finished Book 6 and Book 7 because I’m stuck in Tartarus, but they’re not done here yet. Potential Inaccuracy in Indian Tradition, Indian and Greek clothing, if ever you see inaccuracy about it, please let me know, I only did a bit of research about it. The reason for potential OOC was cause I mixed both the classic Villains with the personalities of our beloved boys. You have a child with Kalim here!

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First Batch would be: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Second Batch would be: Kalim, Idia, Malleus

List of Villains interconnecting with each character:

Kalim = The sultan Idia = Hades

─────❅───── Kalim: You didn’t know why you were sitting down on an extravagant throne, a dozen of people looking upfront and bowing to your presence when you awoke, feeling a gentle touch on your face, you stirred up from your slumber, looking at your side. Seeing Kalim in the flesh except, he looked more mature than your Kalim.

“My love are you feeling alright?” he traces his fingers lightly on your cheeks, careful not to smudge the makeup you were wearing, you didn’t pull away, but you kept staring at him, admiring his adorning features, earrings twinkling under the light, showing real gold on it, Kamar bands knotted gracefully around him, he looked the same except he seemed more kingly than your little boyfriend.

“Kalim?” you murmured, moving your hand, wanting to touch his hand which he took notice before smiling, he traced his fingers on yours. “You fell asleep during our daughter’s birthday” he clarified, suddenly confused why you looked surprised.

“Daughter?” you asked, the sari that adorned your figure, jewelry around your clothing as you stood up, hands squeezing a bit of your flesh in attempts to keep yourself calm in a stressful situation, Kalim took notice as he stood up with you, placing his hand on your waist and drawing you closer. "Ladies and gentlemen," he captured the attention of each guest, you two look like the perfect couple in each of family member there, "my wife seems to be feeling a bit under the weather. Please continue to enjoy the party! we'll be back shortly. “With that, he signaled the band to start playing music.

“My love, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, letting you go as you looked at him, you were confused and lost, where are you? Why do you have a daughter, wait YOUR daughter with Kalim right?

“Kalim” you fidget a bit, “Are we married?” you ask, your fingernails look really tempting to bite right now.

"Of course," he said almost immediately. "We got married on your 20th birthday." Cupping your cheeks, he pulled you closer and gave you a gentle kiss.  “Our daughter will get candidates from different families, you arranged it a few hours ago” he continued, when you kissed him back he felt relieved, you’ve been acting weird ever since you woke up from your sudden nap.

“I…” Feeling conflicted, Kalim couldn’t help but worry, He pulled away giving you a bit of space “If you want, we can cancel the candidates for now,” while that was frowned upon due to the disrespect, he’s not the one to force your kid with him to marry, although he would be happy if she found a lover and get married.

You had an inkling of what happened, vaguely remembering that potion you and Deuce created and exploded on your face, with the timeline, your first guess was it was the future, but you were younger/older than he indicated.

“We can take a break and rest,” Kalim kissed your hand, “I don’t want the guests to see you in such a state,”

Despite this Kalim potentially not being your Kalim, he was sweet. In your real world, he could be overbearing at times, but he always tried to improve and not treat you like a servant. This older version of Kalim seemed to have successfully overcome that habit, putting your needs first before his own desires.

"I’m fine” You showed a bit of affection by kissing his cheek, which made his heart beat faster, it was a gesture you often do with him that got him all flustered. “We should go back, I don’t want our daughter to feel abandoned there,” you said jokingly, making Kalim chuckle.

“She’s doing great honestly, she got your face and my personality” referencing to his extrovertedness when he was younger, and he still is, just more tamed.

You wouldn’t mind this dream of yours, after all, Kalim was still the same, the only downside was the sudden shove from being a commoner to a Rani, but it was a change you’re willing to adjust for… till you get back to your world, hopefully.

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[hisui-dreamer]

our twisted threads of fate

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: When you finally meet your soulmate in Twisted Wonderland, you realise the bond is only one sided. He's your soulmate, but to him, you're just someone from another world.

Tags: soulmate au, pining, crushes, friends to lovers, canon divergence, spoilers for Ch2 and up, reader has a soulmate mark and cooks, bot proofread

Word count: 3.3k+

Notes: Wrote this fic in one night and it's basically my love letter to Jamil's character oop. This is Day 20 of the 30-day April event held by @twistedchatterboxed. So glad to be taking part in this event <3 Make sure to check out everyone's work too!

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"So? Why are you asking about my accident?"

The moment the words left his lips, you could feel a strange feeling course through your veins. A warm, tingly sensation could be felt on your collarbone, as no doubt the words written there were reacting to the presence of the man sitting before you.

It had been terribly exhausting adapting to Twisted Wonderland, given how chaotic your new friends were and how incredibly run-down Ramshackle Dorm was. Not only were you now expected, to keep up with the curriculum of NRC, but also be the headmaster's errand-runner. Which brings you back to the current conversation.

After the numerous accidents that had befallen several promising players for the upcoming Spelldrive tournament, the headmaster requested, no, ordered you to investigate the suspicious circumstances. So here you are, after having investigated several students who had gotten injured, standing in the cafeteria with your friends, asking the second-year student what exactly happened during the incident in the kitchen.

What you didn't expect, however, was to find out that Jamil Viper, the person who got injured in said incident, was your soulmate.

Another joke fate played on you, was that soulmates didn't exist in Twisted Wonderland. They were nothing more than a trope in fiction, poetic devices used to dramatise romances. But for you and your world, finding your soulmate is something so tremendously precious, it's considered the best thing that could happen to someone. Most people had "hello" or "hey" written as their mark, you were fortunate that your mark was something so identifiable.

'So? Why are you asking about my accident?'

You had always hoped to find your soulmate, the one who would be your other half, only you didn't expect the bond to be one-sided.

You took a deep breath and try to compose yourself before meeting his charcoal eyes. "We're here at the headmage's behest."

Jamil hummed, crossing his arms and contemplating. "The headmage?" he mumbled quietly. "Huh... Well okay."

He continued recounting the events of the previous night, while Kalim interjected occasionally, eager to join the conversation. But you found yourself lost in Jamil's voice, smooth like honey, flowing with a baritone richness that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes, sharp and glinting with intensity when he was deep in thought, held your attention like a mesmerizing spell. The way his dark hair fell neatly, framing the right side of his face, added to his undeniable allure.

The thrumming sensation on your collarbone persisted, as if your soulmate mark was screaming at you to take action. And you wanted to. You wanted to tell him, tell him how much he means to you, but you knew that he wouldn't be able to understand or reciprocate.

"Because we're not talking about me here!" You're broken out of your trance as Jamil exclaimed, flustered by Kalim's words. From there, your focus is back on the new clue Jamil has given you, and with an inkling of who the culprit might be, you left the cafeteria with the group in search of a certain hyena.

Days turned into weeks as you got wrapped up in the shenanigans of one dorm after another. It was frustrating and draining, and it didn't help that you were also trying to balance everything while getting used to the strange land.

Having found yourself growing increasingly conscious of your spending habits, given Crowley’s tight budget for Ramshackle, you decided to start cooking dinner for yourself and Grim in the cafeteria kitchen. Crowley had graciously given you permission to use the school kitchen after you made very valid points about how unusable the Ramshackle kitchen was, while making you promise to keep your gremlin cat out of the kitchen for safety. And with Sam generously giving you discounts on groceries knowing your situation, you found yourself frequenting the kitchen. It was rather calming and helped you unwind after a stressful day.

It also helps that your soulmate also frequented the kitchen.

It all came as a shock when you discovered that he was personally in charge of preparing each meal for Kalim and testing for poison. It seemed so bizarre, so different from what you were used to. You had known that he was Kalim’s caretaker since they were children, but you couldn't fathom how he managed to handle everything as a student, let alone when he was younger. But like everything else in Twisted Wonderland, you learned to accept it. This wasn’t a fantasy novel where characters had tragic backstories for the sake of character development; this was their real life, and you couldn’t just impose your values on them.

Still, you can’t deny that Jamil working in the kitchen is a delightful sight. He moves with precision and grace, like it’s a dance he’s practised a thousand times before. You can see the passion in his eyes as he creates his culinary masterpieces. He takes pride in every dish he makes, and it shows in the way he carefully plates each one. You can tell that he's been doing this for a long time, and he's become quite skilled at it.

As he finishes up his dish, he offers you a taste, and it's impossible to not be impressed by the explosion of flavours in your mouth. You compliment him on his cooking skills, and he smiles, seeming genuinely pleased by your words. In return, you often let him taste your creations as well, and as you started exchanging compliments and criticisms with each other, a gentle friendship between the two of you started to form.

You’re not sure if it’s from the soulmate bond or your personal interest in him, but undeniably, you find yourself eagerly soaking up every piece of information you could find on Jamil like a parched sponge absorbing water after a long drought.

Every little bit of him makes your heart soar, like how despite his reserved demeanour, there's a quiet confidence about him that's hard to miss, how he handles unexpected situations with ease, or the glimpses of a mischievous glint in his eye when he thinks no one is looking, but you notice it easily because your attention is on him invariably. You adore how naturally he shows his care for others, including you: the tender hand he places on shelves or tables to prevent you from hitting your head when you get up, the kind cautionary warnings he gives you when you’re using a knife or cooking, his soothing touch full of patience as he takes care of your injuries when you’ve gotten too distracted by him.

Your heart yearns to see more of him, to learn every single thing about him.

You are deeply in love with him.

But the gravity of your soulmate bond wasn’t something you could tell him. You don't want to pressure him into feeling a certain way or risk changing the dynamic of your relationship, especially with his already long list of worries. So, you decide to simply keep it to yourself, content with the friendship the two of you currently have.

Jamil Viper found that fate was incredibly unfair.

Being born into a family of servitude, it was a necessary skill to be able to blend in with the crowd. While there had been many times when Jamil wished he could break free from the mould and show his true potential, it was ingrained in him to never outdo Kalim and to constantly keep his family's position in mind. He was used to living in the shadows, never drawing attention to himself.

So, when someone from another world began to show an overwhelming amount of interest in him, Jamil was taken aback.

Things started to change when he started cooking in the cafeteria kitchen with you. He had enjoyed taking his time and working without interruptions in the kitchen; it was a rare moment when he could be alone with his thoughts. And while that changed when you started showing up in the cafeteria kitchen more often, Jamil also found himself enjoying the small talk and banter that would occasionally happen between the two of you while cooking. He had been startled when you started talking to him and asking him questions about his life, but you seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him. It was a new feeling for him, and he didn't quite know how to respond.

He notices how you would watch him intently as he cooked, pleasantly surprised by your apparent admiration for his culinary skills. Your praises gave him the feeling that his efforts were truly acknowledged. He even found himself looking forward to the times when you would show up, excited to see what new recipes he could whip up with your assistance.

But what surprises him the most was that your attention is always on him. Even when other people are around, you seem to be looking at him, and it makes him feel seen in a way he never had before. He doesn't know why you were so interested in him, why you seem to support him no matter what, there to offer a kind word or a helping hand reassuringly. Without a doubt, he is grateful for your presence, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to your kindness than met the eye.

You are different from anyone else he has ever met. Coming from a different world, you don't care about his family's position or his connection to the Asim heir. You see him for who he is, and that makes him feel seen and appreciated.

Your attention had made him uncomfortable in the beginning, but now he can't deny that he likes it. He likes being noticed by you, being acknowledged, and appreciated for who he is.

It's not until one day that the truth hits him like a basketball to the face.

He's in love with you.

He yearns to spend the rest of his days making you happy, to create a future with you that was filled with love and warmth. He envisions days spent cooking together, the aroma of spices and flavours melding in the air as you laugh and savour each other's company. He finds himself craving your presence like a parched wanderer in a desert that craves water. He wants to hold your hand, to wrap his arms around you, to claim you as his own in a way that was both tender and possessive. His love for you has bloomed into a magnificent wildflower, bursting with vibrant colours and life, but also carrying a touch of greed. Like a protective vine, he curls around you, unwilling to let anyone come too close, fearing you'd wither in their presence.

He wants you to be his, desperately so.

But as much as he wants to express his feelings, he knew that it wasn’t the right time. The friendship that had blossomed between you two was something too precious; he didn't dare jeopardise his bond with the one person who made him feel like he mattered.

And so he keeps his feelings to himself and continued to come to the kitchen every day, cooking and chatting with you, content to just be near you, helping and caring for you in whatever way he could. Helping you wash the dishes, learning your favourite foods so he could make them for you, getting extra ingredients for you, he puts his mindfulness to full use when it comes to you. He cherishes the precious and fleeting moments you spend together, fearing the day you leave and go back to your original world.

One night, you walked into the kitchen looking troubled and lost in thought. Jamil couldn't help but notice something was amiss. You didn't even acknowledge his presence as you went straight to the fridge to grab some ingredients for cooking. Concerned, he speaks up. "Is everything okay?" he asks, "You look a bit troubled, is something bothering you today?"

You let out a heavy sigh and turned to face him. "Not really. I just couldn't fall asleep last night, so I'm a bit sleep deprived," you replied.

Jamil nodded in understanding. "I see. Hmm… I can brew tea that can help improve sleep quality. Would you like to try some?" he offered.

"Are you sure? I know you're very busy," you said, not wanting to be another burden on him.

A wry smile appeared on his face as he walked closer to you. "You're too considerate," he said as he playfully poked your forehead. "I have plenty of time to brew tea, so don't worry about it." He smiled as he started boiling water. "By the way, if you don't mind me asking, what’s on your mind? It’s unlike you to lose sleep unless something's bothering you."

You hesitated, knowing full well that he was what had kept you awake last night. While you wanted to be content with your current friendship, you suppose it was in your nature, given the soulmate bond, to be incredibly greedy. It was selfish of you to hope, but you yearned to be bonded to him like lovers were. "Well, it's a long story," you eventually answered.

"I don't mind listening. You can tell the story while I'm making the tea," he replied nonchalantly. "Just tell me whatever you’re comfortable with sharing."

Well, here goes nothing.

"Uhm... To start, have you ever heard of soulmates?"

Jamil thought for a bit before nodding. "I've heard of them, yes," he answered as he poured hot water into a teapot. "It's where two people are 'destined to be with' each other, right? I've heard of them before. Why do you ask?" he turned to face you with a curious expression.

You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of how to approach the subject. "It's just, in my world, they’re a very real thing." You took a deep breath and began to explain to Jamil about soulmates in your world—how it's believed that every person has a special bond with someone else, their soulmate, and that when they meet, they just know that they were meant to be together.

Jamil listened intently as you spoke, noticing the wistful look in your eyes as you talk about soulmates.

"At first, I wasn't sure about it either," you admitted. "But then... I met him."

Jamil's expression changed, a bitter wave crashing over him as he realized that you've found someone who had captured your heart. He had been content with being just friends, never daring to hope for more, but now it seemed that you had found someone else who made your heart sing.

"I see," he said, his movements a bit stiff as he poured hot water over the tea leaves. "It sounds like a beautiful thing, to be so connected to someone else," he commented, albeit a bit stiffly.

This stiffness goes unnoticed by you though, as you nodded, feeling a little embarrassed for bringing the conversation up. "Well, the thing is, I had hoped to find my soulmate. And... to have found him here in Twisted Wonderland, yet my connection to him is one-sided... I'm sorry; I know it sounds silly... It's just been on my mind a lot lately," you admitted.

Jamil shook his head. "Don't apologise. I'm glad you told me, it must be really important to you." He said, distracting himself by pouring the tea into a mug. "Here you go," he said, handing it to you. "It’s chamomile tea. I hope it helps you sleep better tonight."

"Thank you," you replied, taking a sip of the warm liquid. It's fragrant and soothing, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

Despite the sharp pang in Jamil's chest as he came to terms with the fact that you belonged to someone else, he couldn't help but be captivated by the image you paint of your soulmate. His heart clenched with bittersweet emotions as he pushed aside his own longing, resigned to the reality of unrequited feelings, as he had always done. He looked at you and asked, "So, what is your soulmate like?" His voice trembled slightly, betraying the turmoil of emotions within him.

You hesitated, torn between revealing the truth and keeping your feelings hidden. But as you met his intense gaze, you felt a surge of courage well up within you. Taking a deep breath, you described the person who holds the other half of your soul.

"He's incredibly responsible and resourceful," you said, your words tinged with a shy vulnerability. "He's always looking out for others, taking great care of the people around him. He's thoughtful, kind, and selfless."

As you spoke, Jamil's mind raced with a mix of emotions. He couldn't help but see himself reflected in the description you gave, recognizing the qualities that you admired in your soulmate. Could it be possible that you're describing him? His heart pounded loudly in his chest as he tried to keep his excitement in check. He cleared his throat and asked, "And... what about their hobbies?"

Okay, this is it. "He enjoys basketball and dancing quite a lot."

You watched as the gears turned in his head, his eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as he realised what you had said. "Me?" he asked, his voice barely audible as a flush settled across his face, his emotions swirling like a tempest within him.

You nodded shyly, confirming his suspicions. Jamil's heart skips a beat, and he could hardly believe his luck. "I... I'm your soulmate...?" he stammered, his voice barely audible, but the joy in his eyes was unmistakable.

You nodded again, hesitating for a moment before speaking, "I... I’ll show you," you said as you start to unbutton the top buttons of your uniform. He raised his eyebrows in alarm, his gaze flitting between your face and the wall, seemingly flustered by your words. You could barely hold back a laugh at his adorable reaction, but you composed yourself and pulled down the collar of your shirt, revealing the words written neatly on your collarbone in a familiar handwriting—his handwriting.

Jamil stared at the mark, his expression unreadable. The words written there are in his own handwriting, unmistakably so. He reaches out tentatively, his fingertips grazing the letters as if trying to confirm that what he's seeing is real. He feels as your body thrums at his touch, and a wave of possessiveness washes over him, seeing his mark on you as if you belonged to him. For the first time in his life, something, no, someone, finally belonged to him completely.

"This is what I meant," you said quietly. "It's my soulmate mark. The first words you ever said to me."

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. "I... I can't believe it," he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. "This is... this is incredible."

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your chest. "It's real, Jamil," you murmur, cupping his hand on your collarbone. "We're soulmates."

He nodded slowly, still unable to take his eyes off the mark on your skin. "I never imagined... I never thought it would be like this." He looked at you with a newfound sense of possessiveness, as if he was realizing for the first time that you were truly meant for each other. "You're mine," he said in a low, husky voice. "My soulmate."

Your breath hitched at his words, and a shiver ran down your spine. You could feel the depth of his emotions, the intensity of his love, and it left you feeling weightless. "Yes, Jamil," you said airily. "I'm yours, and... you're mine."

He smiled tenderly before leaning in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, yet possessive, kiss. It feels like fireworks going off in your head as you realise that the bond you had been searching for your whole life has finally solidified. You deepen the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him closer, lost in the moment of pure connection. When you finally pull away, both of you are left breathless, smiling widely at each other.

Jamil had always thought fate had pulled a cruel joke on him. But if fate had brought him a soulmate from another world, maybe it wasn’t such a bad joke after all.

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[cupids-chamber]

— LOST UNDER SEA !! ♡. Synposis ; A poor soul that swam a bit too far out in the deep sea, truthfully the soul didn’t even enjoy the ocean and its beauties, yet for some reason they were dragged below.. Deep within its pits.. Where they happen to meet some unexpected legends. Who just happens to take an inkling liking to the poor human. 

— Themes ; Harem au, Sea monster/creature au, Yandere/possessive themes, Mythological au, Multiple characters x reader, RSA, Yuuka + Yuuken, Twisted Wonderland. | ♡. Will contain suggestive material.

ꔂ Notes ; Trying to be accurate with myths and legends, but I have a irrational fear of sea monsters/creatures and etc. Sort of like a Phobia of the ocean in it's self... so expect slow updates, since researching actually takes a toll on my mental health.

ꔚ Profiles.. ; Over watchers ; Saviors ; Controllers

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Sway - Rook Hunt x Reader

A fic based on the song Sway by Michael Bublé. Might have been a tad self-indulgent, but hey it turned out great! Also, if you have any inkling about where I pulled inspo for a small section of this, comment on this and I will tell you if you were right!

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Rook Hunt

Headmage Crowley was hosting a ball to raise student morale. And it wasn’t just a ball for NRC, it was for all the schools in Twisted Wonderland – including girl schools. There were papers and posters on every bulletin board. The Headmage himself went to you and said that your attendance was mandatory and there would be no questioning his decision. Of course, the ball had free food and drinks, so Grim was ecstatic. He would even dress up for the occasion if tuna were to be served.

Because of the ball, teachers were told to not give homework so that preparations could be done by volunteers. You decided that you were actually going to volunteer so that other students would have help.

You got a beautiful outfit for the ball. It was easy to move in: perfect for dancing. You’ve even taken up a few dancing lessons with all the free time you have due to not receiving homework. Ace and Deuce weren’t causing trouble due to the fact that Riddle was preparing the whole dorm for the ball. To be honest, you were kind of sad that you couldn’t hang out with them.

All sad thoughts aside, you were actually kind of excited for the ball. More specifically… you were excited about the music. A ballroom full of wonderful music. The thought of not knowing was so exciting that you couldn’t wait to see what was in store. 

You found a bow for Grim that matched your own outfit and Grim actually liked it! With that done, you were currently listening to music while having a grand old time dancing and practicing. Grim joined you for a bit, and he was having a bit of fun. Maybe Crowley did something right for once!

From what you could tell, the dorms aside from Heartslabyul were all excited for the ball. Riddle was adamant about all the dorm members not making a fool of themselves and volunteered his time into teaching them the basic waltzes. You volunteered a few times to help since you know a few things as well and even sometimes learned alongside everyone. 

You also participated in Pomefiore’s lessons which were held more frequently. Since you have had practice, Vil often used you as an example. You and Rook were often partnered up as a group example, then you would go off with the others to help them practice. You would be lying if you hadn’t noticed Rook glaring at the guy you were dancing with, but you thought it was just him paying attention so as to improve.

Once the day of the ball came, everyone was eagerly and impatiently waiting for the bell to signal that classes were over. Once the bell rang, everyone rushed out. You held back so as to not get trampled, but after you and Grim rushed over to Ramshackle to get ready.

You helped Grim with his bow and brushed his fur, then it was your turn. You put on your outfit, then you did some finishing touches with your hair and makeup. Once the lovely ghosts gave you the a-okay, you walked over to the limousine that was waiting for you. Crowley was inside, wanting to escort you to the ball like the generous father Headmage he was. 

Once in the auditorium, you greeted those from different schools and helped them to their seats. You put everyone at ease. You chose to sit with the Heartslabyul dorm because they saved you a seat. You couldn’t help but feel like someone was staring at you, however.

Headmage Crowley got up on the stage and gave a grand welcome speech. For once, he kept it short, brief, and to the point. When he finished, the music started and a lot of the students went to the dancefloor. You were supervising Grim at the banquet table and got yourself a glass of water: you would need to be hydrated for dancing.

For the ball, Crowley surprisingly hired a DJ. You danced with a few of your classmates and it really was just you guys having fun. When Savage Love came on and you and Cater destroyed everyone in that, but it was all in good fun!

Then the DJ spoke into the mic, “All of you lovebirds out there, get on the dancefloor. This is gonna be a dance for you and your lover~”

You felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around and saw Rook. 

“Hey, Rook!” You said

“Y/N, would you care to join me for this dance?” He bowed and offered his hand to you. You were immediately caught off guard. You didn’t expect anyone to ask you to dance with them.

“Umm… sure!” You put your hand in his and you walked hand in hand to the dancefloor. Once there, he put a hand on your waist and held your hand with his other. You put your free hand delicately on the back of his neck. From this position, you knew Rook would be leading the both of you.

Then the song started playing…

When marimba rhythms start to play 

Dance with me, make me sway.

You were both looking into each other’s eyes, strategically moving along with the melody of the song. Everything else started to disappear as you both started to feel the song.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Some neighboring dancers saw you both and were amazed by how wonderful you both were doing. They got everyone else to step off of the dancefloor to give you room.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with me

You lifted one leg up so that Rook would be able to tilt you both easier and you rolled your body to reenact the wind making a flower sway. Once the line finished, you pretended like you were going to walk away when your partner lightly grabbed your wrist and spun you back into his arms.

“When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me”

To your surprise, Rook started singing the lyrics. He bent down to where his lips were ghosting over yours when he pulled back and spun you just beyond arm's reach.

“Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you”

You started swaying your hips in a very sensual way. and you noticed that some of the guys’ noses started bleeding a little. You raised your arm and hand towards Rook and you felt his hand grasp yours. 

“Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak”

Rook pulled you back to him and tilted you again. He stared into your eyes with a passion you’ve never seen before.

I can hear the sound of violins

Long before it begins

You noticed that Rook didn’t sing that line, but you didn’t really care. At that moment, you had both your arms extended and Rook was laying feather-like kisses from your fingertips to your arms to the fingertips on your other hand. He was going to go back but you put your hand up to stop him.

“Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now”

He started singing again and pressed you against his chest where you started swaying your body. You briefly looked around you and saw that everyone was surrounding the dancefloor. 

Cater had his phone pulled out and gave you a thumbs up. Vil was looking on with a smirk, probably of pride since Rook was doing a great job at representing Pomefiore. 

“Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you”

You didn’t have time to look at anyone else because Rook grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him. He seemed to briefly – and with a jealous look in his eye – glare at Cater before returning to his passionate look towards you.

“Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak”

You decided to get some revenge for taking you away from the crowd and walked over to a random person and seductively ran your hand down their cheek. You gave him a wink and were about to move to the next person when Rook growled and pulled you back to him.

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

You smirked at his reaction. You continued to dance in each other’s arms for those lines, not breaking eye contact.

“Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now”

You leaned into his face, but right before your lips met with his, you ran your finger from his top lip to his neck and stopped at his chest. You pushed him back a little and sashayed around him, all the while tracing your finger along his shoulders.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Rook grasped your hand and placed a kiss on it before pulling you to him and placing your hand on his shoulder. He touched his forehead with yours and stared into your eyes, accepting your challenge.

Like a lazy ocean shore

Hold me close, sway me more

You lifted your leg up again and he held it in place while spinning you in a slow circle. He ran his hand up against the side of your leg and up your waist until it met with the side of your face. 

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

You held his face as well and you both stepped in sync. Your eyes never left his and vice versa. You could both feel the playful and flirty competition between you and you loved it.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

He spun you away and spun you back, your back was to his chest again and you both just stepped side to side. You leaned your head back onto him to add a small dramatic flare.

When marimbas start to play

Hold me close, make me sway

Rook leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your neck. The students surrounding the dance floor were shocked, but you pressed a kiss to his cheek and spun back out of his reach.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

He smirked and walked in sync to the beat over to you. You were imitating a shy person, glancing over at him. You were imitating prey, and that he was the hunter.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

Rook caught the hint and while walking over to you he shot an air-arrow from his air-bow. You dramatically – and gracefully – put a hand over your heart and started sinking to the floor for Rook to slide on his knees to catch you. While sliding, a student threw a rose and Rook caught it in his mouth.

When we dance make me sway

Stay with me, sway with me

When Rook caught you, the students went wild with applause and roses. You both were out of breath, but you pulled him in by his tie into a kiss on the lips. After a few seconds, you both pulled away, smiling at each other.

Rook helped you up and sat you down to go get you a glass of water when a bunch of students flocked up to you.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”

“Where did you learn??”

“Are you and Rook dating now??”

Once your now-boyfriend came back, he shooed everyone away and handed you your water.

“So, are you dating Rook now, mon amour?” He asked with a smirk.

“I don’t know, am I?~” You responded with a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

“I believe you are. I don’t intend on letting anyone else dance with you~”

[felswritingfire]

April Brain Rot #10

Prompts:

36. Hatred

14. "I'm screwed."

18. “I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.”

Floyd Leech x Reader

Summery: Sometimes working customer service sucks ass- especially when creeps keep catcalling you and no one's saying anything. Good thing you have your boyfriend to come in and beat the shit out of people just in the nick of time.

TW: Incel behavior; Creeps; Cat Calling; Uncomfortable Situations; Blood; Violence; Fist Fighting; Pinning Down (Not in a good way)

Word Count: 1,152

A note from Fel: SO, TO START OFF- THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE????? Y'ALL ARE SO DAMN SWEET, THANK YOU!!!!! But y'all are gonna turn me into a full blow slut if you keep complimenting me. Also! For those who sent in requests- rest assured they are saftly sitting in my ask box, I'm just gonna save them for after April Brain Rot so I can make sure that I have everything in order lmao. (And that person who requested more Mafia Au??? I love you- much kisses~). ALSO SINCE I WANT TO GUSH ABOUT MY GF TOO- she liked this one and I'm happy she did, I got worried that everything felt rushed, so hopefully, y'all think it's up to par too! Sorry for rambling: enjoy!

Occasionally you would work at the Mostro Lounge to make some extra cash and occasionally you would get one of… the less unsavory customers who would bother you. But, usually, your boyfriend was there to run them off.

Unfortunately, at this point in time, Floyd was out with Jade and Azul (surprisingly) hunting down a customer to give them a “nice squeeze” (as Floyd likes to put it). So, you were on your own with this guy (and his cronies, ugh).

You breathe a sigh through your nose, feeling your blood boiling as your grip on your writing pad turns knuckle white as he makes another wolf call at you. The high pitched whistle cutting through the order of the customer that you were trying to get for the third time. “Hey, baby, why don’t you come back over here and talk to some real men?” This one’s voice is loud and nauseating and you have a sudden urge to throw the note pad at him and his cackling friends.

The Pomfiore student in front of you frowns and you’re almost afraid that they're going to get out of their seat and you were going to have to break up a fight. He sighs through his nose, repeating his order and you lean closer to him and tell him you’ll give him a discount. He smiles at you.

“Damn, look at that ass!” Another one yells, an awful voice crack breaking into his words. Despite it, he high fives the others like he had just said the best thing in the history of Twisted Wonderland.

You suck in another breath, shutting your eyes in barely contained fury.

“I’ll be back with your order, sir.”

He nods. “Hang in there.”

You smile at him, an inkling of annoyance straining at the back of your mind. I wouldn’t have to hang in there if one of you would do something. Or I could kill people.

Though… you glance at the group as you pass the order to the cooks in the kitchen: the three boys who were giggling amongst each other weren’t much to look at (thin, small- you could take them out if you really needed to thanks to getting out of Floyd’s hold so many times). The one that was worrying you was the one that was eyeing you like a piece of meat. The guy was big, almost as broad chested as the twins and just shy of being as tall as them; sharp toothed and slit pupils. You were almost inclined to believe that he stole that uniform from Diasomnia if his ears weren’t pointed.

Malleus would never stand for how they were acting.

I’ll have to talk to him. You huff, balancing the new tray of food on your shoulder and hand, making your way to the table that seats three Heartslabyul students, they eyed the rowdy group nervously and urged you to go around the side furthest from him. Which wasn’t very far, it was a booth right next to theirs. They take their order gratefully.

“Hey, what about us, pretty bird?” The guy finally called out to you, his voice ridiculously deep.

You want to hurl.

You plaster on the best smile you could despite the fury growing at the bottom of your gut and turn your attention to their booth. “Do you need something, sir?”

“Yeah.” He says, leaning on his elbows as he loosely holds the menu between his pointer finger and thumb. “A date. Me. You. This Saturday.”

This mother-

“I’m sorry, sir. That isn’t on the menu.”

“No one says no to me.”

His eyebrows raised before one of the guys piped up. “Do you not have any taste? Kylan’s one of the top students in Daisomnia- anyone would want to go on a date with him-”

“Well, then, he should go and find that ‘anyone’.” You're proud of the fact that you kept your smile on your face while addressing them. Even prouder of the gawking faces of the customers. What you didn’t account for was the darkening look on Kylan’s face as his blue eyes seemed to glow in a white rage.

“Well, I just did.”

God, Azul was going to have your head. Or maybe not. He had a soft spot for you. And this guy was an ass.

His hand shot out to wrap around your arm (a few cries from the other tables breaking through the adrenaline rush in your mind), yanking you to him until your noses almost brushed and you could smell the overpowering scent of his cologne. “No one-” the grip tightened and you winced- “says no to me.”

“L…” You gulped, trying to will your voice from wavering as you continue. “Let me go.”

“No one-”

“I don’t care if no one says no to you!” You snap, trying to tug your arm away from him despite his grip steadily growing tighter. “I said no! I have a boyfriend already who’s ten times better than you can ever hope to be- so let me fucking go!”

You shriek as your world whirls before your back makes contact with the table. Dishes breaking underneath your spine and one thought shines through as hands dart to hold you down and a chorus of yells and frantic movements sound from around you: I’m screwed.

And suddenly the Daisomnia student is yanked off of you and everything swells to a whole new kind of chaos as cheers blurred together with the sound of fists hitting skin rings out. You sit up (the three other boys having ran off) and look down to see Floyd throttling the fae- his fist a blur as he keeps colliding with his face. Kylan having no time to move aside from twitch at the sheer impacts of the hits.

More and more red specks flew into the air with every hit.

Jade frantically began to claw at Floyd’s clothes to pull him off of the fae, Azul rushing to help. They finally got him off of the barely moving student; he still strained against them to jump back on him until Azul whispered something in his ear and in that moment his eyes were on your dazed form.

Jade and Azul let him go and he rushed over to you. His hands immediately touch your face, his eyes round as he looks over you. He pulls you into a hug, shivering and mumbling mildly concerning things: “I’ll kill him.” and “I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.”

“Floyd-” you whisper- “Floyd. I’m ok.” You squeeze him back as hard you can.

He suddenly bursts out laughing, squeezing you back. “Your squeezes are so soft, Angelfish!”

You sigh into his shoulder, basking in his presence, blocking out the angry yells of Azul as he scolds and threatens the group behind you.

You’re happy that Floyd was back.

<The Next Chosen Character>

Thank you for reading!

[yuudetama]

Malice // Chapter 1

Romance, thriller, Wonderland!BTS. Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Prologue → Chapter 1 → Chapter 2

The funny thing about dreams, you muse to yourself as you walk down the weatherbeaten cobblestone street, is that they’re positively perplexing to think about. A dream about a cat chasing a sparrow, for instance, may suggest to the dreamer a hunt of some sort, or it may indicate absolutely nothing at all. Why a cat? Why a sparrow? What is it that the cat seeks from the sparrow? A thousand symbols are contained in a single dream, and each one carries with it meanings that overturn the next. Simply speaking, they exist as a paradox- contradicting themselves with this and that and taking as many unexpected turns as a rabbit hole might.

A riddle, you conclude, turning the corner into the town plaza. The clock tower reads quarter to eleven but the plaza is strangely empty, with only the odd villager crossing the square to enter the shops that are scattered along the sides. Yes, that’s a good way of putting it. Dreams are like riddles, never quite appearing as what they actually are, and sometimes the dreamer himself may never find the key to truly solving them.

In the centre of the square a marble fountain sits in all of its grand splendor, bursting with water so fresh that it may as well have been squeezed from the clouds themselves. You, however, ignore it, making a beeline instead for the baker’s cart planted next to the King’s statue. A woman is busily sorting out loaves of rye bread, preparing for the mid-morning rush (although you think that it will be more of a mid-morning trickle, there are hardly any shoppers in sight).

“Anything off the cart for you, dear?” the woman calls out when she sees you approaching. Wiping her hands on the front of her apron, she gestures at the array of baked goods displayed on her stand. Buttermilk scones, milk buns, walnut muffins so fresh that you swear you can see little puffs of steam rising from the tops… The aroma of the sweet bread reaches your nose, causing your stomach to squirm uncomfortably with the telltale signs of hunger. “These just came out of the oven, nice and hot. Or my husband will be here soon with a fresh batch of croissants, if that tickles your fancy instead.”

“No, thank you,” you decline, firmly blocking out the signals your stomach pitifully sends. “I just had a question for you, if you wouldn’t mind. Could you point me in the direction of the royal castle? I seem to have lost my way.”

“The royal castle?” The woman peers at you with undisguised curiosity, but all you offer is a mere nod of the head. “I’m afraid you still have a ways to go, love. It’s about half a day’s travel from here, where the Rose City is, and that’s if you’re going by horseback.”

So a full day or longer by foot, you mentally translate to yourself, and glance up at the clock tower again. The time has barely changed from when you last looked at the round face, but you imagine that the sound of the moving hands is ticking endlessly in the distance, taunting you so eagerly that the ticks and tocks ring heavily in your ears. You’re late, you’re late, you’re very very late! it seems to sing gleefully.

The woman continues. “The quickest way is through the forest, but I wouldn’t advise you to go there alone. You are alone, aren’t you? Best thing to do would be to find somebody who’s willing to guide you through it. It isn’t safe in the woods, not after-” she lowers her voice to a scandalous whisper- “you know.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know,” you say politely, but you suspect you have an inkling as to what she’s referring to. The last town you had come from had been full of whisperings, a wariness that people seemed to carry like a shield. You hadn’t caught the reason for it, but the logical side of your brain figured that it must have been something quite terrible, if it’d caused the villagers to scurry around so like a pack of scared mice.

“You mean you haven’t heard?” she asks with a look of surprise. Straightening her spine, she quickly scans the perimeter of the square, as though afraid of being overheard by unwanted eavesdroppers. “There have been dangerous attacks happening in this land. Murders. The first one was a year ago- a blonde girl, they said, found with nearly all of her head chopped off- but nobody knows who could have done it. And she wasn’t the only one; there were more after her. Last winter it was a boy from the neighbouring village, and two months after that, the Duchess, if you can believe that. It was only after she was killed that the Queen began demanding the head of the one responsible. But how can you demand somebody’s head, I wonder, if you don’t even know who it belongs to?

“It’s been bad for us shopkeepers, as well,” she adds, glancing down at her untouched merchandise with a touch of despair. “Not many people like to go out these days. Nobody wants to be the next one, see? The folks around here have become too afraid to even leave their houses. Of course, it’s terrible what happened to that poor girl and the others, just awful. But until the killings are put to an end we won’t be able to put our minds at rest. That’s why I always tell my daughter never to go out alone if she can help it… Anyway, it’s best to be careful, dear. You don’t want to get yourself tangled up in this horrible business.”

You slowly nod. Deaths, unwarranted murders happening in Wonderland… It’s the last thing you expect to encounter on your journey, but then again, you’ve come to realize that in this land you should never expect nor unexpect anything at all.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like anything?” the woman offers when you thank her for her time. “It’s a long journey through those woods, and you wouldn’t want to get hungry later on…”

Shaking your head, you bid her a good day and turn to leave the square (although not before casting another quick look of longing at the milk bread). As you do you catch a glimpse of something in the corner of your eye- a shadow, quick and fleeting, like the flicker of a cat’s tail. You pause for the briefest of seconds, then continue on your way. It’s nothing, you decide, striding towards the street which you had been directed to. The plaza is empty, save for you and the baker woman, and she hasn’t moved at all from her position behind her heavily laden cart.

Must have been a trick of the light. ------- The sun is still high up in the sky by the time late afternoon rolls around. It beats down on you, blasting its golden heat with a vengeance, but you bear it patiently as you tread steadily through the forest. The folds of your traveller’s cloak swish around your body, enveloping you like a curtain of sweltering sunshine. A hot, hot day, as expected from the unforgiving summer season.

Reaching into your bag, you pull out a water canteen and take a sip of its lukewarm contents. The water sloshes halfheartedly against the tin walls, and when you peer inside you notice that there’s only a little bit left pooling at the bottom. A grimace crosses your lips. You should have replenished your supply back in the town, but it’s too late now. You’ve already come this far, too deep in the forest to turn back.

The trees, they sing to lost travellers: your home, your home, where is your home? Is it here with us, with our leaves that shake and our limbs that groan?

The castle… Was the journey always this far? Which way had the woman pointed you towards, again? Slipping the canteen back into your bag, you turn around on the spot to examine your surroundings. It all looks the same, with identical trees, shrubs, and the occasional mossy boulder planted every which way you look. And yet-

It’s not the same, you realize. Something about the woods here is different. You’re not sure what it is, exactly- the answer evades you like a butterfly fluttering through the gaps of your fingers- but suddenly you feel something terrible twisting in your gut, almost like a warning of some sort. Behind you a breeze begins to stir a pile of withered leaves, and, despite the blistering heat of the sun, you find yourself pulling your cloak closer towards your body.

"Curious," a voice suddenly says above you, "And curiouser."

You jerk your head up towards the source of noise. Nestled in the tree in front of you is a man, clothes as black as the approaching night and hair as light as the breaking of dawn. With his back resting comfortably against the trunk he watches you with an expression of great interest. The corners of his mouth are curled up in a lazy smile, and his eyes gleam with something you can’t identify. Amusement? Or perhaps it’s something more wicked than that? You’re not quite sure.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, until at last you break the silence. “How long have you been up there?” you ask, not bothering to dally with the greetings. You wonder how he managed to climb the tree without you noticing- or had he always been there?- but then you remind yourself that it’s a strange world you’re in, and things are often not what they appear to be.

“Long enough to know that you have no idea where you’re going.” The man’s grin stretches wider across his face. “Tell me, what’s a little bird such as yourself doing alone in the woods? It isn’t safe here; haven’t you heard the news?”

Crossing your arms, you give him another look of appraisal. It seems that he’s a local resident of this land, unlike yourself, or at least has been around long enough to learn about the killings that the baker woman warned you of earlier. “Actually, I think it’s much safer to be alone than it is to talk to strangers,” you answer back. “Especially strangers who appear out of nowhere in trees, of all places.”

“Didn’t you know? There’s no better place to be than in a tree. If you haven’t tried it then I suggest you do so before Time becomes impatient waiting for you. He may start beating himself if you don’t beat him round the clock. But on the other hand, I do believe you have a fair point to your words, so…” Hoisting himself onto his feet, the stranger leaps off the branch and lands neatly on the ground in front of you. You automatically take a step back, but he only chuckles at your wary inhibitions.

“My name is Jimin,” the man says, giving you a grand, low bow. “Otherwise known as the Cheshire Cat. Or is it the other way around, I wonder?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not you,” you respond dryly. You choose not to return his introduction with one of your own, and if the curious cat notices your evasiveness he doesn’t comment on it.

He shrugs. “Well, either way, you now know who I am, and that means we’re no longer strangers,” he informs you, and leans against the tree from which he had just jumped out of. “So let me ask again: what are you doing by yourself in these woods?”

“... I’m on my way to see the Red Queen,” you tell him. As eccentric as this man is, you don’t think that he’s a threat. He seems more obnoxious than he does dangerous, and anyway, you get the feeling that he’ll keep persisting with his questions if you don’t answer them.

A gust of wind suddenly bursts through the air, skimming over the grass and causing your cloak to billow around you. It bats at the fabric of your collar, pushing back the cloth to reveal your bare neck. Instinctively you reach up to tug the collar back into place, but it appears that the Chesire has quick eyes in addition to quick feet, for you can see them flashing immediately to where your skin has been exposed.

You drop your hand and pretend as though nothing has happened. “So you know where I’m headed off to, then. What about you, Mr. Cheshire? What are you doing in these woods alone?”

If possible, his grin widens even more. If it grows any larger, you muse, he’ll soon be nothing but a smile floating without a body. “I’ll tell you what I’m not doing; I’m not going to see the Red Queen,” he chuckles. You suppress an inward sigh. People in this land are so strange, you think to yourself ruefully. Their way of talking is too odd and roundabout for you to make sense of it, and it makes it near impossible for you to get a straight answer most of the time. You’d struck gold with the baker woman, apparently. At least talking to her hadn’t been like trying to solve a puzzle.

You turn to leave. “In that case, then there’s no reason for us to continue this conversation. Goodbye, Mr. Jimin Cheshire. I hope you enjoy yourself up in those trees.”

“You’re going the wrong way, little bird,” he calls out after you, laughing once again. “There’s only an abandoned mine shaft over there. If you’d like, I could show you the right path. I know a shortcut, and I can guarantee we’ll be out of these woods before nightfall.”

You eye him. In your experience people rarely did any acts of kindness without wanting something in return, but in the past three minutes that you’ve known him, you can’t for the life of you figure out what this man could possibly want. “We’ve only just met. Why should I trust you to lead me anywhere safely?”

“What other choice do you have?” he counters, still grinning from ear-to-ear. The sight of it is becoming positively irksome, but you have to admit that he does have a point. You have no map, no compass, and, as it seems, no sense of direction. You consider your other options, but, as your new acquaintance has pointed out, they’re severely limited- either you could stay where you are and wait for a new rescuer to appear, somebody whose smile doesn’t stretch across his face like a piece of chewy saltwater taffy, or you could wander aimlessly in what you hope is the right direction and perhaps be mauled to death by a gaggle of wild beasts.

As if reading your mind, the Cheshire Cat pushes himself away from the trunk. “Just letting you know, the shroom-capped wolbers like to hunt at this time of day. And they’re quite good at it, too,” he calls over his shoulder, and slinks off between two enormous oak trees.

You stare at his receding backside. It’s only after he’s vanished completely that you begin to move after him. No map, no compass, nothing to navigate you through the forest. Only an abstruse man who calls himself the Cheshire Cat and offers to act as your impromptu guide. It may not be the smartest of moves, but even if he does lead you to something life-threatening you figure it can’t be worse than having to roam through this overgrown garden by yourself.

And, as you follow the lithe man through the woods, you swear you can hear something rustling in the air around you, quiet and urgent and perhaps a wee bit mournful, as well. It’s almost as though the wind is whispering to you, repeating a single word over and over again in a long, senseless rush of breath.

“Alice.”

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ M a s t e r l i s t ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Angst- ☁

Fluff- ☀

Hurt/comfort- ☂

Series- ☃

Other- ✧

Genshin Impact

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☀ - Tighnari and Wanderer warming up GN!Reader during a cold front!

Obey me!

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nothing here yet!

Vincent the Secret of Myers

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nothing here yet!

Twisted Wonderland

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☀ - Octotrio with an Inkling!reader

☀ - Floyd, Kalim, Malleus and Trey x GN!reader going to an amusement park HC's

Demon Slayer

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nothing here yet!

Identity V

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nothing here yet!

Persona 5

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nothing here yet!

Sonic the Hedgehog

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nothing here yet!

║ Intro ║BYF