#jamil sib!Yuu

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Imagine if the Ramshackle Boys had a Onesie Sleepover Party & Darius made the onesies: Darius would have a Dalmation Onesie, Marcus would have a Cat Onesie, Jayden would have a Snake Onesie, and Yuu would be stuffed in a Raven Onesie.

Imagine how Crewel, Trein, Jamil, and Crowley would react to seeing them in those when coming to check on them?

Darius (Gulps): Father, This isn't what it looks like...

Marcus (Waves his 'paw' at Trein): Hello, Father...

Jayden (Looks at Jamil): Jamil... I can explain... Please, don't tell Najma...

Yuu (Glares at Crowley): Not a word, Bird.

Crowley's trying to take a picture, but Crewel and Trein keep stopping him cause they're also trying to get a picture. Jamil just looks at Jayden, drops off some snacks, and then just leaves.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

woah those overblot angst hcs were so cool!! Do you ever plan on doing a part two with the rest of them if anyone ever request?

[sweetbunpura]

Sebeks Sib Yuu is so tragic wahhh

They just wanna get to reunite with their brother and Sebek is pushing them away for getting everything HE wanted to get. After that, Yuu just voluntarily goes to Ramshackle despite being sorted into Diasomnia. They're hurt and down, but manages to make friends with the first years.

Sebek hears about all the overblot trouble they got into, and he starts to worry about them, but only slightly as to not let it show. It's after he hears how Jamil held them hostage does he actually show it. But, by then Yuu's treating him coldly and now Sebek realizes he fucked up royally.

[alexglitches]

… I don't think anyone would mind if there was another member of the aesthetic family, right? I kind of now can't stop thinking if this new member was the youngest sib of the Sumbas twins who is also a train nerd (we know whose fault it is, right? lol). Do you know the whole story of the Legend of Arceus? The situation is similar, but instead of Ingo being sent to Hisui, Reader is sent to Twisted. and the twins love their lil sib so much that they would tear the world to pieces for their sake. (Yes, Emmet almost killed Jamil when he learned he held them hostage during the events of chapter 4, but sent his Joltik army to make his life a nightmare for a while). Crowley trying to dump his work on the Submas lil sib? Not on their watch! Someone trying to bully them? Get ready for trouble and make it double (Yes, the submas going in a moment from our favorite Team Rocket troupe and their motto lol). You know what would be scarier then the Submas? If Reader had Mewtwo from movie 16 on their team and have teamed up with the submas, Crowley would be a dead man.

SUB SIB YUU FOR THE WINNNN

this is actually kinda cute if you can get past all the odd, violent tendencies the siblings have for each other

the twins take no shit from anyone either, which rubbed off on yuu is probably the best (worst for Crowley) way possible lmao

and while I believe Mewtwo is also banned from the battle subway, the twins certainly don’t mind them using Mewtwo outside of the subway, especially if it’s about to deal the crow man an ass kicking :)

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Double isekai au

Diasomnia, Ignihyde, Poemfiore and Scarabia ver.

Yep yep... It's not like I've explained 2 times with 2 different characters... :'3

But here we're gonna refine the wine a bit... :3

I will cover more rules, along with small lil details.

And also the reveal of 4 out of the 7 Yuus that are present in their own double Isekai au.

Also their relationships with the double isekaied twst Boi. :v

We are gonna tackle this in reverse dorm order, because why not? :3c

More under the cut!

Diasomnia: Malleus and Yuu

Much like we all know, this double Isekai features a very dumb Malleus. Like he is academically smart, but at the same time his only functional social braincell is just all over the place. He has been infested with gen Z humor and since discovering his magic in twisted wonderland he thinks he's dollar store sailor moon.

His Yuu(which yeah, they're named Yuu) is filling the role of chaotic BFF. They also hype Malleus into all the dumb shit possible.

Unlike Malleus, Yuu is more socially capable, although a very messy simp. They would have the guts to propose right then and there for the Scarabia student B. And they don't even try to hide their simp agenda.

Another funny thing was: Malleus had blonde days. Days where he was just a bundle of joy that would skip around and pick flowers. It was absolutely embarrassing and Yuu would bring it up just to mess with him.

And another thing... Well... There is a reason Yuu has their hair covering half of their face. :v

Ignihyde: Ortho and Yuuki

Listen... I love this one in particular, mostly because of the Yuu in here(They are named Yuuki) and also the family dynamics.

Yuuki is very protective. Mostly to the point where Ortho finds it annoying. There is a lot of bickering on this theme, but it all dials back to them just sticking for one another. They are the middle children since Otto(the youngest sibling in the crevette household) came into the picture. Ortho tries to be less overprotective over the new sib, but at the same time, both he and yuuki have an agreement to beat up anyone who tries to harm the baby. There's also big sib Yulia, who goes to college aboard. She is a walking entity of sass. U-U.

It's mostly your average suburbs family.

One thing about Ortho's journey along Yuuki is that he journals things. (as a punishment at the start of the year) And he really doesn't believe the teach will buy his school year adventure. Doesn't help that probably he broke several international laws during that time. Just... Give him a passing mark... :'3

Another thing is that during their adventure, both Ortho and Yuuki undergo several changes.

And also one thing in here is that Ortho is alergic to pickles... So Yuuki pretty much uses it as an excuse to make 'he asked for no pickles' meme, with Ortho completely done and over with it.

Poemfiore: Vil and Kayuu

Yes, again the Isekai goes on at a young age. Truck-kun really has no patience. U-U

Vil in here gets his own slice of bullying pie, much like Ortho did. Mostly since he was looking feminine. Kayuu(Vil's Yuu) is the big sibling with only a year, but even if they are a boxing prodigy, they are a firm believer of peace and diplomacy, which really doesn't help Vil in any way.

Vil's double Isekai has Neige as the poemfiore dormleader. Vil grows in popularity among NRC during his adventures and this prompts Neige to step onto his game, as no one really imposed a challenge to him up until now.

Also Kayuu learns that sometimes it's OK to punch bitches. Vil drills in their head that they shouldn't be a carpet for people to walk on.

Nonetheless, their relationship is a bit stranded at the start, but with time, they figure it out and are happy siblings.

Scarabia: Jamil and Yuuana

This took place around the time Jamil got in his head about his role as a servant. Kalim was absolutely devastated to hear that Jamil dissappeared.

In here, Jamil has small snippets of his time back in twst before the Isekai, but tells no one. He had a good family and a younger sibling, Yuuana, who thinks their big bro is the best.

Yuuana is a hit shy, mostly due to the fact that she is mute, but Jamil learned sign for her sake and also got for her birthday a parrot, who was trained to speak certain basics when showed an equivalent in sign. Yuuana named the parrot Coco(from the coconut).

Thier Isekai adventure has Jamil quickly piecing things together. He figures out quickly what is his origins, but would rather keep the gig of 'oh I'm a magicless hooman isekaied in here with my lil sib and we want home'.

Thing is... Kalim didn't forget about Jamil either, he just cannot really figure out why the magicless boy looks so familiar.

And here's the first 4 double isekais. :3

Now onto the next 3! :3

[moonxsuncelestials]

Twisted Wonderland AU Questions

How do the Mesbah Sibs feel about MC and their Housewardens?

"Leona ain't bad, he's a lot smarter than most think. Plus he doesn't seem to mind me breaking curfew. Not sure if he senses it that I come more alive at night, or if he just doesn't give a shit. I'm leaning towards the latter and he's learned quick that I ain't an herbivore. I'm not afraid to go head to toe with him in a fight." He paused and took a drag of his cigarette before continuing. "I feel honestly for MC/Yuu. It's tough being away from home, worse when you're in a whole other element. If Crowley ain't gonna help them get home, I'll talk to Ma and Pa."

"I don't mind Azul, he's pretty cute. Eh? Well as a housewarden, I bet it's tough trying to keep all of us students in Octanville in line. So I'm not surprised that he asked his friends to help him with-say what you want, but I can tell there is a strong bond between them. Mutual respect is one thing, but would you really want to hang around someone who doesn't treat you the way you want to be treated? And as for MC/Yuu...I don't know. I stay in my room or hang around with my siblings, whilst teasing Ivory on his crush for Malleus."

Ivory blushed at being called out like that. Thus it takes them a moment to compose themselves, before they sign with Eclipse being their translator. 'Vil...okay. Like Rook more, he sees potential and understands that we all different. Different beauties...' They admit that they had a crush on Vil once but that vanished and now views their dorm leader as their rival. If they cannot become the next Fairest of Them All, they then will become The Deadliest of them all. At the question of MC/Yuu, they shrug. 'Like Eclipse said. I admire their strength. They push ahead...I hope we can help them go home. Or stay if that is better?'

"Donna care fer Kalim too much. He grades me nerves to where I'm debatin' if I should just transfer to Ramshackle to get away from 'em. Kalim is nice an' all but he's far too much of an airhead and doesn't seem to realize how much work he puts on Jamil. I donna make things any easier since I often pop off and donna return til dawn some nights or he catches me in the gardens talkin' to the earth. I feel fer Jamil, the lad has it rough and I wish he'd have the same privileges I do with me family." He takes a sip of his water and gives some to Ivory who thanked him. "As fer MC/Yuu, same as Ives and Eclipse. Maybe though we can help 'em find a way home, if not at least figure a way to make The Isles their home."

~~Bonus Round for Ivory~~

Ivory, do you have a crush on Malleus? What of Idia and Vil? Is it true that you're a princess of the Mafia?

Sometimes Li's purity and honesty are a pain! With a bright red blush dusting their cheeks for being called out on their crush for the Prince of Thorn Valley, they sigh and admit to it. 'Yes...I have feelings for Prince Malleus. He seems...so sad. I want to make him smile.' It was the other questions that had Ivory cutting the interview short and running off.

"Interview over! Ives come back!"

"Master Ivory wait up!!"

"Ivory!"

"Me brothers can take care of Ives, but what station did ye say ye were from again?"

And the interviewer is never seen or heard from again.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Long ask incoming. Angst for a Viper sibling - Jamil’s twin (identical or fraternal, dealers choice!)

They come back and they’re so happy to see Jamil again! But… because everyone thought they were dead… that means… as long as everyone continues to think they’re dead…

They’re free.

Yuu has been living free this entire time on earth. They don’t want to live a life of servitude now that they’re back in Twisted Wonderland. And, as jealous as that makes Jamil that his twin is free and he is not… he doesn’t want that fate for them either. At least one of them could be free.

And Kalim, once Yuu explains the situation, while he would be sad, would of course keep the secret. He doesn’t quite understand it, but he was childhood friends with Yuu as well. He wants them to be happy.

The problem is… if they told Mr. and Mrs. Viper, Jamil and Yuu’s parents, that Yuu was alive? They would have Yuu come back. They would have Yuu serve under the Asim household. They would tell the Asims. Because the elder Vipers would be more concerned with upholding the family honor and tradition of serving the Asims than letting Yuu live their life.

Najma would keep the secret of Yuu’s survival, so they could tell her. But their parents would have to be kept in the dark.

And that hurts.

The three Viper siblings know their parents would pick their family honor over allowing one of them to live a life of freedom. Because as long as the elder Asims don’t know about Yuu, there would be no real reason for Yuu to come back. And with Kalim as the next head of household promising to keep the secret… Yuu would be safe. Because despite there being the small chance of Yuu being discovered and them getting in trouble, Kalim could vouch for them if that happened.

Yuu could easily remain living free from servitude - Kalim would even happily give them money to pay for them to live a comfortable life now that they’re back, ecstatic that his other childhood friend has been returned to him!

But for Yuu to remain free, they need their parents to keep thinking they are dead.

They may never be able to see their parents again, even though they are finally back in Twisted Wonderland.

Tears are shed by both Yuu and Jamil early into the morning for numerous reasons the night of the welcoming ceremony; both of them are curled up around each other on Jamil’s bed in the Scarabia dorm like how they used to cling to each other on bad days all those years ago.

Many things change, but them being twins never will.

Jamil only shows this side to his twin, Yuu holds their brother close as they both come to terms that Yuu can never return to Scalding Sands in order to stay free.

"I'm happy to have you back, but..." Jamil's voice is quiet, almost lost to the gentle music coming from his player.

"Yeah, this sucks." Yuu sighs. "What happened to always being together?"

"We are, you're just the one with the freedom." He mutters.

A beetle flies in and tries to settle on Jamil's back, which Yuu quickly waves away. They're not about to have their tender moment ruined by some bug.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Azul, introducing his sibling to Jamil: This is a homicidal maniac who attempted a coup on his dorm because he was sick of his Housewarden.

Azul's Sibling: (Opening their mouth to speak)

Azul (Covers his sibling's mouth): No, you may not date him.

(I just saw that in a video.)

Lmao, like pray for Jamil after that. He has both Ashengrottos gunning for him.

Azul sib!Yuu "I don't see your name on him."

Azul "I'm bidding my time!"

Jamil, just standing there "I really wish I hadn't heard that."

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

I’d love the idea of the missing kids/siblings being the exact same as their family, except for one silly thing.

Epel and his sibling are the same except his sibling doesn’t like apples. Crewel’s kid doesn’t like dogs. Shroud sibling that doesn’t understand technology. Ect.

For a more serious (not really serious, but not silly) idea, Kalim’s sibling is just as bubbly and kind as him, but is extremely socially anxious. He just does kind things and looks from the corner, trying to see if they were happy or not.

Kalim's sibling hiding behind Jamil at all times.

Jamil: Stop using me as a shield.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Being His Sibling– Jamil ft. Namja Viper

This is based off the headcanon/au that Jamil may have been taught to kill in order to protect Kalim.

Content Stuff: Gn Yuu. Platonic. Older Sib Yuu. Angst with a happy ending (for now). Edgyness that comes with assassins, 6k words

You were the eldest child of the Viper family, renowned by many as the elite servants of the Al-Asim family. It was a title to be held with pride is what you have been told your entire life. This is where you were meant to be. You will be happy serving your master and he will take care of you so there's no need to look outside of your cage. 

A mop was thrusted into your chubby hands when you first started walking. Your fine motor skills were honed on cooking. Your boredom alleviated with chores.

This was the honor of a Viper. Serving one of the most powerful families in the world with their head bowed. Vipers were not just servants— they were butlers, housekeepers, advisers. It was the highest rank a servant can have. Commanding other maids, being directly in charge of orders and standing right alongside the Asims themselves.

Viper was a powerful name in its own right. Yet it was as strong as it was confining. The name was akin to wearing weights in a deep pool, and though you had more privilege than the other maids, a taller birdcage was still a birdcage.

You learned to cook, learned to clean, learn how to act, learned how to fight. That was your way of life.

You cooked. You cleaned. You acted. You trained. You cooked. You cleaned. You acted. You trained. You cooked. You cleaned. You acted. You trained. And you never yearned for anything outside of the bars in front of you.

You knew your place.

***

One day, a new addition to the family was announced: Jamil Viper. Your little brother.

Deep in your heart you knew he would be an amazing servant in the future.

As you looked into the newborn's eyes you also knew he would be your best friend. You remembered the feeling of him in your little arms. The pudge of his face, the softness of the skin, the comfortable weight. 

You faintly remember asking why Jamil was so pale before you felt a little hand grip around your finger. Soft and firm. You looked down at the newborn. You swore there was a smile on his face. 

All of your family duties were put on hold to care for the newborn and you were at his side for every moment of it. Mother would often remark on how she would find you asleep by his cradle, having passed out from standing and staring at him all the time.

Kalim was born not long after. You remember being told that you were to help look over him as well. From the moment he took his first breath your fates were decided. You and Jamil will bow to the young heir and obey him, for he is your master. 

The eldest bore many responsibilities. You cooked. You cleaned. You served. You watched over Kalim and Jamil. You cooked. You cleaned. You learned. You watched as they'd play tag. You cooked. You cleaned. You studied all the skills you could so you could be useful. You'd listen to their laughter.

It made sense mom and dad weren't as hard on Jamil since you do your tasks flawlessly. They didn't need as many hands with your capabilities. So you cooked. You cleaned. You—

“Hey! Hey Yuu!” You perked up from your thoughts as you turned to the boy that clung to your clothes and bounced on his feet. “Do you know what this is?” Jamil held up a box of some sort and you took a step back to look at it.

As your eyes scanned the box you could see Kalim and Jamil look up at you expectantly. “Shatranj– it's just like chess, there's just a few optional rules to it.” You look at all of the pieces inside. The dusty pawns and chipped elephants look to you with the hope of salvation. It's clear they haven't been used in a while. 

“Can you teach us? Please please please please!” Kalim tugged at your sleeve and you chuckle. It was your break time anyways. You suppose your personal studies can wait this time, besides it's not like you to ever reject an order from your master.

You guide Jamil's hand over the board, showing him the pawn’s available movements. You sat between the boys and refereed, letting them experiment with the pieces and pointing out a few strategies. The game came to a close and the children clearly wanted something else to do.

“... I hear one of the perfume parlors in the marketplace is having a live performance today.” Both of them light up and Kalim is pulling on your sleeve again jumping off the wall in excitement. “Can you take us? Please please please Yuu?”

“Yeah yeah! Come on Yuu!” Jamil was pulling on your shirt too, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes and a bright, pleading smile. He always adored music of all kinds, it would be a crime to rob him of it.

“Okay, okay! Fine. But you both stick beside me, got it?”

“Deal!”

As you walked out the playroom Jamil slid something into your hand. You hummed as he closed your hand around it and you lifted it to your face. Opening your hand you saw the small elephant piece, cracked and chipped. “It's broken so maybe you could fix it?” You examined it, then put it into your pocket.

“Maybe.”

You had fond memories of teaching them what you knew. Safe back alleys as shortcuts. The best vendors along the markets. You had Jamil at your side as you haggle the price of an old stereo for his room. How to disguise yourselves. The two would giggle as you wrapped them up and used a spell to make them look like two different kids entirely. You played tag, hide and seek, and so much more. 

You balanced helping Kalim and Jamil among your work as the duo became good friends. And they helped to balance your own schedule, giving you a break from your usual clockwork life. It was fun while it lasted but you all had to grow up eventually.

Jamil got older alongside you and he fell into the same routine as you did. He cooked. He cleaned. He served. But unlike you, his ambitions grew. 

He wanted to be recognized. To be something great. You showed him worlds beyond the life of servants. You showed him the salesmen, the merchants, the travelers that would tell their tales of a life beyond the sands.

And like you, he worked hard. He put his all into everything. His talent shined through over and over again. Eventually, however, it became too bright.

That time he beat Kalim in a race as a kid was when his reality became clear to him. A minor victory had him scolded and his eyes were opened. He was to be an accessory to his master. To hide his true self. That should be his true ambition. 

There was a pang of empathy as Jamil's face fell. Another part of you however, didn't fully understand his sadness. This was expected of you both. Why was he so surprised? This was an honor. You were told it's an honor. Why didn't he see it that way?

He was trained like you. Poison testing. Bodyguarding. You were expected to put your life on the line. He hated all of these tasks and he hated how you didn't seem to care. The first seed of his anger was sewn.

***

A new baby girl was born to the Viper family. Najma Viper. You held the newborn in your arms and dipped her low so Jamil could see. Like with Jamil, you all had time off to celebrate your new addition. Just like before you'd watch over the girl from the cradle as she slept. This time however, Jamil was at your side. 

A comfortable silence danced between in the air occasionally interrupted by an occasional coo or sigh from the little one swaddled in her softest garments.

Jamil broke the silence. “She kinda looks like an alien.”

You snickered a bit at the comment. “Funny. That's what you looked like too, you just had a bigger head.” You snicker even more as Jamil glared at you with a pout.

“Haah? No I didn't!” Jamil huffs at your amusement. “Stop laughing at me!”

“If it makes you feel better, Kalim was a very fat baby. You'd be able to roll him down a hill easily.” At that Jamil pauses to imagine it, and lets out a small laugh of his own.

“He was always hungry too. He'd suck on everything looking for milk. I'd often have to pry him off my clothes and fingers.” You patted Jamil's head and a soft smile formed on his lips as he stared more at Najma.

A small frown then overtakes his features as he thinks. “What's wrong?” Your brother looks up at you with a troubled expression. “She's gonna be like us too…”

You paused for a moment, trying to discern his thoughts. “What do you mean?”

“She's gonna be a servant too.” Jamil sounded dejected, quiet. Why?

“Well, yeah— It's what we're supposed to be.” Your face contorts into confusion. What was the issue?

“But I don't wanna be a servant!” he huffed, resting his head against the crib. “I wanna be a dancer… or an alchemist! Or a really strong mage! I wanna see the world!” The boy then looked up to you, a spark of hope in his eyes. “Don't you?”

“I never thought about it.” Jamil's face falls further at the admission. It was true. Why would you think about it if you were told that this was all there was? “I've never even played with anyone before you and Kalim were born.” 

You turned to Jamil. You understood why Jamil was upset logically, but you also didn't why he didn't just accept it. You already did at a much younger age than him. Why can't he?

Jamil scowled before resigning with a sigh. “But Najma isn't gonna get to choose either… doesn't that bother you…?” Your brows are knit together as you think. Another silence follows. Jamil keeps his gaze on you.

“What would you like to be when you grow up? Like if you could choose anything?” 

Silence. “I don't know.”

Jamil groans. “Just pick something!”

“I just never saw the point of thinking about it,” You shrug and scratch at your eye. “I'm still a servant at the end of the day. Maybe I can become a butler when I'm older?”

Jamil just looks even more frustrated. “Never mind.” The boy starts to storm off with a pout before you speak again.

“I like cooking and baking. Maybe something with that?” You test the idea in your head. “Or maybe somewhere where I can be with you and Najma?” Your voice is a quiet murmur as the idea of a life outside of this mansion is a new thought to you.

“A baker?” Jamil tilts his head at the idea, surprised at the fact you actually answered. You shrug a bit, “I don't really know. You're the first person that ever asked me that.” 

Jamil frowned as leaned on you and you wrapped an arm around him in a side hug. “I'd think you'd be good at it. Your cakes are always the best.” You smile at the praise. Memories of the young boy with frosting all over his cheeks and hands as he shoved as much cake into his mouth he could play in your mind.

You watched over Najma again. Will she feel the same?

Life went on. You cooked. You cleaned. You poison tested. You studied. You entertained Kalim. You checked the treasury. You were praised for being such a good kid. You looked after Najma despite how busy you were.

You also made sure to support Jamil in all the ways you could, taking hours out of your day to do so. He wanted to be a scholar? You used your break to teach him what you knew. He wanted to be a great mage? You would show him some spells to practice. He wanted to be a dancer? Let's go watch a few performances

Najma was no exception either. You got her books. Taught her the ways of an artisan should she want to be one. You played with her. You put on magic shows. 

You made sure to spoil them both rotten. On grocery runs you snagged records from magic shops and jewelry to surprise them on the way back. Extra pastries from the bakery were handed off for Najma to gum on and Jamil to savor. You listened to them and their frustrations. You'd hug them and wipe away tears. You'd take them to the best place to watch the stars.

As they stared in wonder at the night sky you would remind them that they would shine just as bright. They would be more than just servants. They would talk about their dreams and you swore you would make them come true.

You would give up your dreams if it means they could pursue theirs.

***

“I found another chess set.” Jamil shook the box at you and you looked over at it. “It's not as old. Want to play?”

“You don't want to study?” You tilt your head at him, looking at the notes in your book of the spell you wanted to teach him.

“Not today… I want to play with you.” You were weak to his eyes and couldn't help but concede.

You both now sat at the table, setting up the pieces one by one. As you did so, you removed one of the knights, replacing it with the old elephant piece you pocketed. It was still cracked, you never had the time to fix it.

“Oh? You still have that?”

You nod. “Yeah, I like the elephants more.”

Jamil smiled. “I think it suits you.” He admired your side of the board and the broken elephant before leaning back and crossing his arms confidently. He then gestures to you. “White goes first.”

***

Today, Jamil went out to play with Kalim again. You watched the two from the higher floors of the mansion where you swept. The duo sneaked off into the market, using all of the shortcuts you taught them. A smile graces your features and you look down, sweeping again. You glanced up again to watch them 

…

..

.

The broom in your hands clattered to the ground as you dashed through the hall. Your heart pounded in your chest. Adrenaline pumped into your veins. Your feet hit the ground harshly as you covered the distance in no time.

“Jamil?! Jamil are you out there?!” Running through the alley you jumped and ducked and slid under any obstacle in your path. You navigated the alleyways with precision, having memorized every path.

You then saw it. The shadowy stalker from before. They slunk into some shady building, a van of some kind backing into the side of it. There was no license plate and the windows were tinted a deep black. The camouflaging magic around the van gave you an idea.

You concentrated your magic hard, then vanished into thin air. The spell worked. Swallowing thickly, you took your steps carefully as you navigated the building. A familiar shriek reawakens the panic in your veins and you follow it.

“Let us go! Let us go please!” It was Jamil's voice, raspy and desperate between sobs. You slid to the door with a running start, crouching beside it. Looking in you saw Kalim was tied up and sobbing against the duct tape that covered more than half his face. He was wailing and kicking in the chair he was in as the man screamed at him to shut up.

Jamil was dangling off the floor. The man held him by the shirt and shook him slightly as he did everything he could to struggle against him. The Viper managed to lean down and bite the man, making the bastard yelp and throw him against the wall. Jamil let out a cry of pain and shook, looking up at his kidnappers.

“Tch… Intel says that this brat ain't important…” The man says to another lady across the room who merely watched with a cruel gaze.

“Then get rid of him.” The woman sneered with a dismissive wave of her hand. The man then yanked Jamil up by his hair, retrieving a knife from his pocket. The knife was then pressed against the boy's throat and left a shallow cut as it dragged across his neck. Jamil sobbed, magic on his fingers fizzling due to fear. The man was taunting him.

You remember the next moments in brief flashes. The magic from your fingertips was the most concentrated you had ever casted. The smell of blood. Yelling at Jamil and Kalim to run. Cloaking them in an invisibility spell. Their looks of horror. A fierce struggle. 

***

You awoke to the sounds of sirens as you bring the knife in your hands down on a ribcage that is no longer breathing. Your hands are warm, soaked in a deep maroon. The knife clattered on the floor next to you. Your breathing was ragged as reality settles in.

A heavy hand on your shoulder shakes you. None of the words the officer spoke registered in your head as you were pulled into the back of a car. Your eyes are glazed over and dilated.

You were now in a room that was empty aside for the chair you sat on and the table between you and the officer. Your voice was shaky as you looked up at the interrogator. “Are they ok?”

“Yes, they are. You aren't in trouble kid. Tell us what happened.”

You did as you were told. Obedience bred into your veins. No you didn't know the kidnappers. Yes you followed. No you don't remember fighting back.

“I'm sure it was very scary, kid.” You nod. There's tears in your eyes despite the numbness. “Do you feel bad about it?”

“No.”

***

The head of the house himself, Kalim's father, commended your bravery. He held your hand in both of his and thanked you for saving his son. You truly were a Viper at heart and just as deadly. Your family must be proud. 

“A feast will be held in your honor tonight. I will see you there.”

You just nodded.

…

..

.

Chatter and uncomfortable questions of all kinds assaulted you at the dinner table. You shyly nibbled on your baklava as Kalim bounced next to you. He thanked you for saving him and sang your praises out for everyone to hear. 

You hear the people around you making up their own stories on how it happened. Part of you cringes. Was this just a funny story to them?

You look at Jamil who slithered off. Anxiety plastered on his features. You followed.

“Jamil? What's wrong?”

“Nothing I just…” Your brother turned to you. “I'm still processing it all. I've never seen you that angry before.” He looked you in the eyes and warily crossed his arms. “It was scary. You…” 

‘Killed them’ went unsaid but the implication filled the hallway. You frown and take a step forward. Jamil steps back. “I want to be alone right now.” 

“Okay.”

You walk back to the party. The loudness simmered down. You pick at your food. You weren't hungry

…

..

.

“Yuu.” A voice snaps you out of it. You look to see him. The head of the house. He has only spoken to you a handful of times. Twice in one day is an honor anyone would die for.

“Come take a walk with me.” The man turned and stepped down the hallway. The servant in you obeys.

“You have shown great strength over the years.” The man rubs his beard as he speaks, deep in his thoughts. “I have never seen a youth with such physical prowess.” His words were punctuated with each click of his heels.

His words were true. Apprehending burglars and distinguishing assassins was part of your job as a Viper. Your self-defense training was one of your strongest suits. You have chased people without a sweat. Your magic has paralyzed animals that would manage to break into the house. 

And you have just now killed two people.

The authority figure in front of you stops at a window. You look out with him. “I want to offer you a job. Something different than a servant.” You looked up with widened eyes. You have always been a servant, it's what you always would be. He wants to change it? You can be something other than this?

“That brother of yours is a wonderful retainer for my boy. You have taught him well.” You beam at him for a moment, then frown, understanding the implication. Jamil would still be a servant to his master...

“But you?” The man starts, “you have protected us well in other ways. That talent can be put to good use.”

He now looked at you, expectant look in his eyes.. “I have a job for you.”

***

You are Yuu Viper. The eldest child of the Viper family. It was a title to hold with pride. That is what you have been told. 

You were now an elite servant of the Asim family. One that watched from the shadows. An Assassin, born to protect and serve. You were obedient to your master.

How could you say no to such an offer? It was the ultimate honor. To serve this family with your life. It is what you have been told.

You got what you wanted. To be a very high ranking butler. One that could command the other servants. Why did you ever consider anything different?

Though you did have another motive. A plan. If you eliminate every threat, attend to every need, clean every hall, cook every meal— this family will have no need for this many servants. No need for 10 poison testers. No need for 20 bodyguards for each person. No need for artisans to be chained.

You could free your siblings. Swear you will serve them better than they ever could. Swear they can be free for their loyalty. Even if they weren't, maybe you could pay for their freedom with blood. Prove that you would go to any length.

You could fold laundry. Bathe them. Dress them. Feed them. Entertain them. Kill for them. Protect them. Serve them. Die for them.

This is the reason you are fighting so hard. Why you are working yourself to the bone. This is the reason you will excel in your training. The reason why you will learn the curve of every blade. The reason your list of skills is becoming endless. The reason your magic has been focused on stealth and utility. Your unique magic was indicative of your bloody path.

You are the strongest this family has ever seen and you will be the strongest the world has seen. No one would dare mess with this family when they have you in their arsenal. And this family will no doubt listen to your requests. Value them.

Najma and Jamil don't know. They will never know. You swear it. You will give up your freedom so they have theirs. You meant it.

With each mission you complete you are one step closer to achieving your goal.

***

“My liege. A word?” You stood with perfect posture behind the head of the house. Your missions have been most successful. The favor you have garnered with your master was immense.

“What is it, Yuu?” Ruby eyes look into yours from where he sat at his desk. Papers in his hand detailed your most recent report.

“I would like to make a request.”

The man's eyes widened, intrigued smile on his face. “In all these years you have never requested time off.” The man then chuckled. “Very well then, how long?”

You shake your head. “I'm not requesting time off sir.”

“Oh?” He tilts his head with intrigue. “I should have figured as much. Well then, what is your request?”

“My brother Jamil Viper will be selected by Night Raven College. This I know.” You nod to him. “I want to request that he takes time off to pursue higher education, this way he can be a better asset to your family. I will take up all of his duties in his absence.”

The man tapped a pen on the desk as he listened. “Of course.”

***

You aren't the same anymore. Caring smile and warm eyes now jaded and cold. Soft hands now rough and calloused. Calming voice now curt and sharp. Your affections and conversations dwindled into non-existence.

Resentment grew in Jamil's heart. Sadness budded in Najmas. They both miss you. You are gone in recent years and only the memories remain. Even when you are home, there is nothing left but the ghost they once knew. 

They don't have an older sibling to bail them out of the trouble. No one to get advice from. No one to cover their shifts. No one to cry into. No one to spend time with when the other is busy. No more freshly baked sweets just for them. No more gifts. No one to cheer them on. No one to believe in them. 

They miss their older sibling. They miss your lessons. Your magic shows. Your encouragement. Your affections. Your laughter.  The way your arms held them. It was gone. They don't recognize you anymore.

Your eyes have gotten so dull there is no light in the world that could brighten them. You're stiffer. Quieter. Blunt and unfeeling. Tired. Stories you once conjured, a stark contrast from your minimal words.

You never took breaks. You'll scout. You'll scan. You'll shadow. You observe. The closest either of them has gotten to spending time with you was when you'd shadow them or help with a chore just to dismiss yourself right after.

You were always on the job and they began to wonder if the person you were before even existed.

You aren't Yuu. You haven't been Yuu for a long time. They are mourning a person that is still alive and they don't know what to do. They just want you back. They want Yuu back.

As far as Jamil is concerned, the bond between you two is broken.

***

Najma walks up to you one day as you look out the window. You scanned the perimeter, watching over the children playing in the garden. She put her hands on her hips as she approached.

“Hey you! Still moping around?” She tries to laugh at her own joke but it's shaky. “Watching over the place again? Don't you ever get bored?” You shake your head and she frowns.

“Did you pass by my room last night? I could have sworn I felt the angst resonating off of you. Heh heh…” Tears started welling up in her eyes as she fiddled with the old necklace you have given to her years ago. “It's funny cause I'll look up and you're not there anymore, you know?”

She sniffles and wipes away tears with her sleeve, mouth wobbling. “I remember when we were kids and you'd always be there to tell me a story, you know? And now… now…”

The girl froze as she felt firm arms wrap around her. Najma was stunned, looking up at your stony face as you held her. Yet it wasn't the same. It wasn't warm and soothing, rather frigid and detached. An automated response. But that's fine she will take it for now. 

“See? I knew you were in there somewhere…”

***

Jamil was at a loss. How does he cope? His sibling and support system, gone in an instant that fateful night.

He wasn't dumb. He has gotten wise over the years with the nature of your work. He was observant. You taught him that. It also wasn't exactly a tight lipped secret either. The Asims have had secret agents for years.

He can't fully blame you for the person you have become. He cannot imagine all you have seen. But resentment and hatred he had sowed years ago is finally budding.

If it wasn't for this job, for this damn family, if it wasn't for his master— He would have an older sibling. If Kalim didn't need to be coddled every waking moment of his life then there would have been no need for so many people to be at his beck and call.

It was their fault. His fault. That is how he justified it. They took away his freedom, his dreams, his life. And now you. Kalim took you away from him.

He hoped at some point the ice in your veins would melt. It didn't. It froze over and sees it in every facet of you. You were frozen solid. Why else would you be so stiff?

He now looked over a letter in his hand, pristine and elegant. One Najma delivered to him.

Is this…?

Jamil swallowed, heart pounding in his chest as he opened it. He has been selected for the black carriage to attend one of the most prestigious magical academies in Twisted Wonderland.

His hands shook. One of the biggest honors he could have and he won't be able to accept it. He has to stay here. How will he be able to convince everyone that he should go? 

If you were here right now, there's no doubt you would have said something like ‘see? now you can really shine!’ Or something to that effect. And he would laugh and smile and call you corny but cherish your words.

You're not though.

A knock on the door made him jump. Jamil swallowed bitterly and held the letter to the side, opening the door. It was probably Kalim again with another request.

Instead he saw Yuu. Jamil blinked, then looked up at them. “A message. For you.”

Jamil looked at the note in your hand and his brow furrowed. He tentatively took it and opened it, examining the note. 

… Huh…?

He was already approved to attend? To get out of here? He has a chance to be in the spotlight?

“I got approval.. for you.” Your voice is quiet. You did this for him? After all these years you're still looking out for him? Even when you're like this?

Jamil looked up at you again. “Thank you. “ His voice was curt, bitterness on his tongue. 

“I told you you'd make it some day. And I promised I would support you.” Frustration dares to bubble in his heart.

“I didn't know you still remembered.” Jamil tries to play it off, but he cannot deny the sadness within him. “Of course I do. I'm always looking out for you.”

There's a pause in the air. “I'm sorry…” a strained murmur escapes you. “I know I haven't been around as much but…” There's a sadness in his eyes he hasn't seen in a long time. “I still want you to be happy.” 

There was so much bubbling under Jamil's skin. “Then why weren't you here when I needed you?” His voice cracked. Yuu's concern struck a rusted chord in him. For a moment he was 11 and talking to his older sibling again as they held him.

“I did what I had to do. It's my job.” Jamil's face fell.

“You… you…” he clenched his fist, invitation in his hand crinkling. “That's all you care about isn't it?! Your mission! Your servitude! Your loyalty has no limits huh? You'd kill yourself if you were told you to!” Jamil began to laugh in the middle of his outburst, chest heaving and tears falling as he continued. “I… I don't even recognize you anymore! I’ve been having to do this all on my own!”

He was sobbing, there's so much he wants to yell at you for but there's a part of him that loves you so much he can’t. “I know that I can't expect you to be the same after that day. And your job…” Jamil pauses to catch his breath, his fingers gently tracing the nearly faded scar on his neck from that day.

“But I just… Wish you were here…” Jamil looked down at the floor, defeated. Tears running down his face. Kalim. If it wasn't for him. He took them away from him.

“Jamil.” His head snapped up and he looked at Yuu, then at their outstretched hand. The elephant piece rested in your palm. The ivory white was yellowed from its age, the cracks that once covered it, filled and repaired by some sort of gold clay. 

“Do you remember this?” Jamil sniffed and nodded. “Yeah… We'd play with it all the time as kids. You always had it on your side.” They nodded.

“... It reminds me of you…” Yuu turned Jamil's arm and placed it into his hand, making sure to close his fist around it. “Everytime I went out on a mission, I kept this on me to remind me who I was doing it for. You and Najma.”

Jamil examined the piece in his hand then looked up at your brooding expression. “I thought that if I accepted this position, if I did all of this... That you would both get more freedoms. That maybe, no other Viper would be needed except for me.”

Yuu swallowed, their eyes welling with tears. “But I was wrong. I see that now. This is who I became.” Yuu looks down at themself. Unaware to Jamil were the ugly scars that covered them. Painful and deep. A reminder for their eyes only of their place. Their clothing hid it well, but they could still feel them.

“I at least managed to convince the Asims to let you attend Night Raven College.”

Jamil froze, looking up at the chess piece then to Yuu. His heart pounded. What? That's what you meant earlier? You did this? For him? His mind swirled with emotions, he's happy, he’s angry, he’s sad, but most of all there's a warmth that grows in his chest.

“I cannot be saved. I already sealed my fate. It doesn't have to be the same for you and Najma. You go out there. Study hard. Enjoy your freedom. I'll keep looking for a way for you to escape, both of you…” Their voice sounded almost desperate, like these words would be the last they ever speak. “I'll look after her while you're away, so don't worry.” 

Yuu looked down. “I know his isn't enough. I'm sor—” Jamil wrapped his arms around them before they could finish. “You… idiot! You…” Jamil wiped his tears on their shirt, basking in their warmth for the first time in a long time.

It's unknown just how much time has passed when Jamil stops crying and pulls away, face flushed and eyes puffy. Yuus face is still solid, but he could see hints of the warm, charismatic person he once knew. The two stared at each other, before Jamil looked at the piece again.

“I have a board here… want to play?” His voice was hoarse amidst the silence that ensued. A nod from Yuu and they were now setting up the board.

This was far from mending their relationship. There were still plenty of unresolved issues and sore spots between the two. He was still mourning the Yuu he knew and Yuu was still trying to recover who they once were. But this was a start.

“Here.” Jamil tried to hand Yuu the elephant just for them to push it away. “No, not this time.” Yuu says as they rotate the board so the white side faces him. There was a missing knight right where Yuu would usually put it.

Jamil places it down on the board, admiring it as he overlooked the pieces. The elephant stood out amongst them all—A diamond in the rough Yuu would say. Yuu then spoke.

“This time, you go first"

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

I don’t have much of an idea for any Kalim sibling Yuu, but I can only imagine what it would have done to the Asims. They seem so focused on their kids, so any being taken, especially one close enough to Kalim, the first, in age, would break them.

It would probably be the reason Kalim was raised in bubble wrap. Like there are other heirs, but they were at least allowed to learn to be self sufficient. While they are the target of a lot of assassins, especially family, it could be just that they saw something happen to one Asim kid, so they could probably get to another.

Yeah, the second oldest Al-asim sibling gets teleported out of there and no one knows how. Everyone is now on higher alert than usual, doubling Jamil's work load and keeping Kalim's so sheltered.

Kalim sib!Yuu appears in the ceremony and there's such an air of authority backing them. They get sorted into Scarabia, Jamil's expecting triple the work keeping Yuu entertained only to realize that Yuu keep Kalim from acting out as much as he does.

They're still fun loving, but unlike Kalim, they know where the limit is. If they had stayed in TWST, Najma no doubt would've gone to them as their retainer.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Imagine this:

Chernabog!Yuu with Grim as the monster but since Yuu isnt technically twisted from anything, they would not need to depend on Grim to overblot for them to then overblot? They themselves don't get giant because they are human but they can float in such a creepy way like those ghosts on bald mountain and I can imagine they have ink all over their body plus ink dripping on the floor since they dont have a magicstone to hold/control it so it just flows everywhere. This can be an advantage to everyone else since it can affect their eyesight etc. Since Yuu doesn't have powers and in such an extreme position, I feel like they wouldn't be able to have a conscience and wouldn't be able to speak but they would use body language to show that the blot hurts and is causing them migraines or something. Plus,they have a box(inspired by the Pandora's box since it contains evil) to contain the actual Chernabog power but instead of curiosity,they use it to attack them.

Instead of Yuu suddenly lashing out, they kind of slowly get into the overblot. Like how Grim might do it Like they slowly start to act a bit more strangely. More distant, actually feeling unwell due to the manifesting ink and snappier at wither big or small issues. I can imagine the first years getting worried about their behaviour because they think it will go away soon or they don't think a magicless person can actually overblot.I can imagine reader AND Grim having this problem.

But when they overblot, the are dull and have excessive anger at the same time which shocks everyone since they are normally the voice of reason and a lot calmer than even most of the calmer students .They are angry due to the blot,power of evil from the box and at their situation.If you havent seen Night of Bald mountain, this may not make sense but I can imagine Yuu also dancing with Skeletons and ghosts of Ramshackle in a creepy way(their blot influencing them since they dont have a soul/nature) as the ghosts go march around Ramshackle destroying all the mirrors since Yuu has grown paranoid to mirrors due to Mickeys encounter and the dark mirror/basically their history of mirrors arent really the best.

Basically the aim to get Yuu to stop overblotting is to get the box from them and put it back to original place(probably found in the mines) and to calm them down.In the end Grim stops overblotting and joins to fight against Yuu getting them more angry but they have the box taken away from them which makes them a lot easier to beat and they end up stopping the overblot but they pass out due to the blot, ink and magic corrupting them and since they are magicless humans, their body wasn't designed to hold immense power. They reach a coma like state for like 3 days as Grim + person of your choice visit them since Yuu helped them and now they feel like this is how it could be paid back, by actually giving a damn.

I can imagine this being the reason why they have to delay going home(Not like Crowley started 🙄) but also the reason why they start to get less annoyed and the dorm leaders/Jamil would probably have more of soft spot because they both seen each other overblot and know each others problems etc.

I noticed this was very long but I guess I have a big imagination. Hopefully I didnt waster your time and this was actually a good read.😊

I don't know much of chernabog as my family didn't want to show my black sibs some of the racist stuff and makes them feel bad so i don't have much to add about chernabog.

This is indeed a really good read though!