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the-broken-truth · 9 months ago

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Viper - Jamil Viper [Female Yuu] [Romance]

Summary: Jamil and Yuu have been in a happy relationship for a year. Yuu gives Jamil the love and attention he needs, but without being too clingy. She also ensures that he gets enough rest. Although Jamil wants more from their relationship, he's hesitant to move too quickly. However, his fear dissipates when Yuu surprises him, and he decides to express his desires to her.

It's been one year since Jamil captured the heart of the Ramshackle Prefect and claimed her heart for himself; The Unappreciated Souls of Night Raven joined in bliss and happiness. A few months after Yuu defeated Jamil's Overblot and stopped his coup of Scarabia, Jamil found himself admiring the Ramshackle Prefect from a distance; something was calling him to her and he constantly wanted to be in her company, however, he could not see himself with her due to his transgression against her during his coup attempt and overblot. This fear was not needed as the Prefect shocked him once again.

While making Kalim a midnight snack in the School's Kitchen when he came face to face with the Prefect of Night Raven once again; she was there to make a cheesecake due to the fact she could not sleep and baking seemed to be the only way to calm down her racing mind. Jamil was going to leave, but he was called out to and Yuu offered to aid him in making the Dorm Warden of Scarabia a Midnight Snack.

While Yuu was placing her cheesecake in the massive refrigerator, Jamil was placing Kalim's Snack in the oven. The two of them stood in silence before Yuu asked him how he was fairing since his overblot episode; Jamil was ashamed of himself but Yuu made it clear that she didn't blame him for everything he had done; stating that from everything she heard in Scarabia Dorm, she could tell that Jamil would have been a better Dorm Warden than Kalim, she had nothing against the Asim Heir but she could see with open eyes that Jamil would be a better Dorm Warden than him. The two of them kept talking until the snack was done and Jamil turned to Scarabia while Yuu went back to Ramshackle; however, they started meeting up at the kitchen for their nightly conversations.

3 months in, Jamil and Yuu found themselves in a rather complicated position when Jamil fell on top of Yuu after they bumped into each other. Jamil looked down into Yuu's eyes and his willpower faded away as he leaned down and placed a kiss on Yuu's Lips, making the Prefect gasp; Jamil pulled away on tried to apologize but he was silenced when Yuu wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down to steal another kiss. The two of them spent 5 minutes kissing before they broke away for air. Jamil looked into Yuu's eyes, placed a hand on her cheek, and spoke in a tender but possessive voice.

"You are mine now, Prefect, and I refuse to share you with anyone."

"As you wish. Just know that I expect the same from you."

They kissed again to seal their fate as a couple.

Since the first night, Jamil's Relationship with his Diamond grew stronger each and every day.

She greeted him in the morning with a tender kiss and they walked to each and every class that they shared together; Jamil was naturally possessive of his diamond, even with the friends she made throughout her time at Night Raven College.

Yuu had been perfecting her culinary skills and somehow came across some Bento Boxes at Sam's Shop and started making some Japanese Cooking for Jamil while he was making Food from the Land of the Scalding Sands for her; Kalim found it adorable that they were eating food from each others' homelands, it was almost as if they were a married couple already. Yuu nearly choked on her food, but Jamil didn't seem to be bothered by this thought.

Yuu [L/N] becoming Yuu Viper?

He really liked the sound of that but...was he thinking too fast because he was afraid of being apart from his diamond and wanted to claim her as his wife as soon as he could? Jamil looked over at Yuu as she returned to eating her food...

'Yuu Viper....'

Time kept going and the relationship kept getting better and better.

However, Jamil's Possessiveness also grew and he tried to consume as much of Yuu's Free Time as he could.

Their primary dates were study sessions - Jamil would head to Ramshackle and the two of them would spend hours studying; once they completed their session, Jamil would start another session by kissing his diamond, he loved the taste of her lips and the noises she made when he claimed her breath for himself. Their makeout sessions would last for hours until Ace & Deuce arrived or Kalim called Jamil for some random reason; both situations caused Jamil to hiss in anger but he would leave but vowed to come back for his diamond later.

Jamil loved going to Ramshackle when Yuu made him food and snacks for Kalim; allowing Jamil to have more time to himself. Speaking of Kalim, Yuu started keeping an eye on Kalim and asked Idia to make her a scanner of detects poisons or dangerous components in food and drink; thanks to this, Yuu saved Kalim's life more than 7 times in a span of a few months. During her time watching over and scolding the Dorm Warden of Scarabia for his childish behavior. Eventually, Kalim stopped throwing parties as often and started taking his studies and Dorm Duties seriously; allowing Jamil to relax and spend more time for himself and his diamond.

His love and desire for Yuu [L/N] continued to grow - he wanted to see his ring on her finger and his name replacing her own on the Marriage Certificate.

Jamil looked down at his phone at the message that his diamond had left for him.

My Diamond 💎: Meet Me In Your Room When You Get Time; I have a surprise for you, My Viper!

Jamil felt a blush creep across his face as he neared his Dorm Room, opened it, and walked inside before turning on the light just as a small explosion went off by his head, and colorful streamers flowed by his face when he looked around the room to see small colorful decoration with two slices of Cheesecake on a platter. Jamil looked off to the side to see Yuu standing there with a smile on her face and an empty streamer cannon in her hands.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday, My Viper - Thank You For Everything You Have Done!" Yuu smiled.

Jamil looked down at the colorful paper on the ground, "And the floor I spent cleaning is dirty once again..."

Yuu nervously chuckled, "Forgive me, My Viper; I just wanted to surprise you. It's your special day after all; it's all about you!"

"Is that right?" Jamil questioned as he looked in Yuu's direction, "You would truly be okay with me being selfish and greedy just because this happens to be the day that I was brought into this world?"

"Of course! This is your day, you have every right to be selfish!" Yuu smiled.

That was it.

Jamil had reached his limit.

He needed to say this or he was going to lose his mind.

"Your selfless nature and love for me have done this to me; for the longest time, I have been fighting against saying this because I was afraid of scaring you away from me, however, I am no longer holding back and I shall speak my mind." Jamil blushed and grabbed Yuu gently by her wrist and pulled her towards his bed and pushed her onto the surface before stradling her and slamming his lips on hers, claiming her breath once again; he pulled away and looked into her eyes and listened to his heart before opened his mouth to speak.

"I need you in my life, Yuu; I want to claim every part of you for myself and I have been fighting with my inner thoughts, but now, I can no longer hold back anything." He closed his eyes, inhaled & exhaled before placing his finger on Yuu's lips while looking into her eyes, "I want to share the Name of Viper with you, My Diamond."

Yuu's eyes widened and her face began glowing red, "What...?"

"Every time that I am around you, I don't have to wear a mask and I can be who I really am; I don't have to hold myself back and I can be free, but I know that others are watching you, wanting you as I want you... I'm done waiting, My Diamond, take my surname as your own when we graduate. Perish the thought of returning to your original world & come to the Land of Scalding Sands and join my family as Yuu Viper... Become my wife, Yuu... I love you. More than life itself." With that, Jamil placed his lips on Yuu's once again before pulling away and waiting for her answer.

"My Viper... Is that truly what you desire?" Yuu asked.

"Yes. More than anything." Jamil confirmed.

"Then... I shall grant your wish. I will marry you once we graduate." Yuu smiled at him.

Jamil pushed himself off Yuu, walked over to his dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a ring box before walking over to Yuu, grabbing her left hand, and placing the ring from the box on her finger - a golden viper with crimson ruby eyes shined in the light of the room before Jamil turned to his oroginal place and claimed her lips once again.

This time... As her Fiancé.

[END]

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper x yuu #female yuu

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viperwhispered · 5 months ago

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I've been thinking of pent up Jamil and its honestly kinda funny. There is honestly no way this man isn't sexually frustrated and I have yet to see anyone discuss the comedic potential of his suffering.

Dynamic: Jamil who's had several one-night stands but has zero romantic experience dating a reader who's had a few relationships but has zero sexual experience outside of masturbation.

Jamil basically told himself he'd wait a couple weeks to a month before broaching the sexual aspect of the relationship. It's the standard amount of time normal people wait before become active in a new relationship and he wants to fully settle into this foreign dynamic.

In all honesty, Jamil is eternally grateful that his s/o is mature enough to take the lead in this. They're very open/vulnerable with him and is very patient with him. Emotionally, he's never been so satisfied and he's so happy he has at least one person he'll never worry about betrayng. While he doesn't like the thought that they've dated before, he's aware that's hypocritical and doesn't dwell on it. Besides, if things keep going as well as they are now, he'll have the satisfaction of taking their virginity.

Buuuuuuuuutttttt nobody told him that romantic feelings would greatly increase his sexual attraction towards his partner. In other words, that month long adjustment period was absolute hell for him. It also doesn't help that help was already incredibly pent up from always having to worry about Kalim.

While he doesn't explicitly blame his partner, they just do things that just turn him on like a lightswitch. Its not even anything sexual, they could just be minding their own business and smile at him and he'd be up and ready to go. Every little thing they do draws attention.

Putting their hair up for PE? He's thinking about marking their neck and collarbone.

Cooking with an apron? He's imaging the classic "dinner, bath, or me" fantasy.

Wearing short clothes (which is very common for Scarabians whenever its a laundry day)? Eyes keep wandering from neck to arms to chest to abs to ass to thighs to legs to back to thighs.

Stealing his sweater and/or basketball shirt? He as to adjust his underwear to hide the boner.

Touching him in any way, shape, or form? He's too busy wondering if their insides are just as warm.

God forbid, eat a popsicle? He's stuck jealously glaring at the damn thing as his own treat is stuck melting.

Throughout all this, the poor bastard masked his dirty thoughts with the world's best poker face + his joy at just being around his s/o. On the inside he keeps mentally slapping himself for being a perv. The entire time is both bliss and torture.

Finally, a month passes and the pair start discussing being intimate. Jamil has been ready to just go from day one but he knows he can't go crashing in as his s/o is still a virgin. Thankfully they're not completely clueless and has a general idea of what they like.

Ironically, the true torture begins during their first time. It takes all of Jamil's self-control not to start slamming away while his darling lets their warm wet insides adjust to his size. Be it to his own skills or blessings from the gods above, Jamil manages to start slowly and work his s/o up to being able to take a rougher pace. Then his self-control just snaps as he enjoys the symphony of noises coming out of them.

Good news is his lover appears to be as much of a masochist as he is a sadist, so Jamil will be sure to repay all the suffering he's had to go through.

Took a few weeks, but eventually his libido evened out.

Nikki bonus: One of the core aims of human life in hinduism is Kama aka pleasure. This term refers to all sorts of pleasure and just happiness in general. Basically, hindus need to be able to enjoy the life leading up to enlightenment in an ethical manner that allows them to fulfill their societal and familial responsibilities. This includes sexual pleasure. The conservativism regarding sex in modern day India leftover from the British. Looking at ancient art and texts, its easy to find that pre-colonial indian society had a very complex and diverse perspective on sex and certain areas were even tolerant towards LGBT. Hell one of the most widespread gods is Kama, god of sex and erotic love.

Why am I saying this? To explain how Nikki is okay with pre-marital sex. Their only condition is that its with someone they're in a relationship with and its done in safety and moderation. There's also the fact that they were raised in Canada aka exposed to western appraoch to sex, their mom is a nurse who's had one too many encounters with stupid teenagers who weren't educated by their parents, and spent time training in temples that offered prostitution. Nikki also has a secret locked drawer with some toys for stress relief.

The only issue is that Nikki is a bit of a masochist with shit taste so none of their previous relationships ever lasted more than two weeks. Its their disastrous love life that inspired the "Jamil VS the Ex" ask I sent.

Nikki, being the observant cookie they are, did notice Jamil's plight and was touched by his willingness to wait for them. So Jamil and Nikki have a system where they frequently trade books as a way to teach each other about their respective worlds and cultures. When Nikki felt ready to get intimate, they slipped in the Kama Sutra in that week's batch of books.

Context: The Kama Sutra is a hindu text that talks about how to achieve pleasure in romantic and sexual relationships. It covers subjects like how to prepare for these relationships, how to fit it into a blanced lifestyle, the types of partners they should look for, approaching said partners, how to balance multiple lovers/wives, occult/herbal recipies and rituals for increasing pleasure, how to approch courteseans, and (of course) how to do sex. Its this final aspect that the Kama Sutra is most famous for, specifically the many different positions suggested for maximum pleasure.

This book is written in verses and takes about 6 to 8 hours to finish. I haven't read it, but according to my research most translations are pretty boring as they read like instruction manuals.

Didn't stop Jamil from blushing like mad as he read it though and it didn't really help with his nigh bursting libido. But he does get the message and starts plotting.

Despite what I've explained earlier, Nikki technically being a priest just makes the problem even worse with his corruption and possesion kinks rearing their ugly heads. Honestly Jamil, just be glad I didn't design Nikki to follow an abrahamic religion or you would've really been screwed.

Hasdfgh yes to all of this. Man's so ready to go but also so conscious of being sensible/normal (and considerate) I love it.

(I mean I've been with my partner for over a decade yet there's just some things he does, some of them totally innocuous, that just get to me. I'm sure Jamil would have several moments of self-discovery of like “wait this does something to me, at least with this person” *tries to compute how and why*.)

Also that popsicle bit… pure gold.

I do wonder if he could keep himself from slowly broaching more “lewdness”. Like the jokes slowly become more suggestive, the touches more bold, because a) he wants to and b) partner doesn't seem to mind.

But also: I feel like the first time would start a new kind of torture (or excitement). Like, first times (and several after) can easily be fumbly and just very much an exploration of how you fit together (not that that ever really ends).

But now Jamil's had a taste. He's no longer imagining what it could be, he has some real, actual experience to extrapolate from. So how could he not think of all the other things they could be doing, the new things they could try and experiment with? Or even just thinking of having more of the same.

And if s/o is teasing him, too, or encouraging him and is in it with him…

Like, anticipation and yearning are one thing, while greed’s a beast quite of its own, especially in those early stages.

Ngl, I've mostly heard of Kama Sutra as the sex position manual, ty for the extra context!

(Now, I do wonder if Twisted Wonderland has similar concepts of “purity” and all as we might, especially with those abrahamic religions you mentioned, and how that would factor into how Jamil sees things, but at the very least he can still be making his partner his and enjoy introducing them to new lewd/sensual things or exploring them together.)

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twst oc #ner talks #chatting with folks #lex752 #now I'm not sure if this needs a community label but guess I'm gonna play it safe

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tigertale · 2 years ago

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A/N: What do I love more than Jamil? The angst surrounding him <3 I will correct this piece later, I'm just posting this so that it doesn't stay a draft forever (or maybe that it should've stayed one).

A/N 2: Also thinking about starting a grown-up series of sort because I've got enough material for it but- yeah still unsure

Reader; Jamil; Kalim

•〔　！〕 Angst (kinda), Grammatical errors; Not proofread, The ending is so funky wth

"My, how proud am I to see such an unexpected addition to the Asim." The patriarch of the said Asim family looked over the garden. The glassless windows allowed him to watch his own children playing by their caretaker side's. Despite being visibly overworked by the number of kids, she kept a soft smile on her lips as she would rock the baby to sleep while stopping an umpteenth argument between the siblings.

By the side of the eldest, his son, smaller in size, looked at his brothers and sisters with the same fond look his father had. Or was it softer? He nodded in agreement with the previous statement, truly enjoying the sight before him. "I'm glad to see her adjusting well to this situation." And her smile, never falling despite the huge amount of work she had taken over ever since she had entered the Asim palace, had managed to win over those residing in it.

The patriarch turned towards the servant who had yet to pronounce a word. The black haired was silently watching the same scenery, although no words were uttered. It was not his place to speak without his master's demand. And pleased by the attitude, he turned back to face his son. "Kalim, you're already old enough to marry. Find us a wife just like her!" His booming laughter followed suit, but none of the two friends dared speaking.

"But I trust my son and any judgments he may have." Oh did Kalim wish he had the same confidence in him.

He remembered his years at NRC, the way everyone was looking at him like he was the most oblivious person around. He had always seen those words as what they were, mere words, and that he shouldn't care about those. Yet how ironic it is for him to agree with them years after, now that he had finally lost what he had been passionately chasing after. The only thing he had ever so fervently adored and wished for was now someone else's, all because he had too much confidence in himself and never fathomed the idea that she may have fallen in love with someone else.

She was blissfully unaware of the talk happening right behind her back. But she did catch sight of them as they were leaving. Hers and Jamil's eyes met, and she waved shyly at him. His stare only lingered a bit more before he followed his masters, but she was not hurt by the lack of answer. If anything she was happy that he had even looked at her. A blissful sigh left her lips as she went back to taking care of the Asim children who were crying for her attention.

However, later that night, when she entered the Viper's given side of the manor (around the same size of a small house), Jamil made sure to apologize.

"I'm sorry for leaving without saying anything." She reassured him that there were no problems. She understood that his duties prevailed above anything else. But he was still pleading, both for her forgiveness and for her to show the slightest bit of anger towards him. They had waited years before embracing each other as tightly as of today. Years before he could make her his fiancée. And they couldn't even bask into their love during the day, having to eat up their sleeping time to care for one another.

"I'm sorry for bringing you here."

She removed herself from his embrace, eyebrows almost touching one another with how much her frown was pronounced. "Jamil." Her voice, firm, so unlike how she would always call for him with honey dripping down at each word, made him freeze up with surprise. "I've said it already, didn't I? I'm ready to follow you everywhere, I've even followed you here to prove to you just how much you mean to me, no matter what happens. It's really cheesy for your liking but… Just knowing that I'll see you by the end of the day makes me happy." And indeed it was too cheesy, and he would've surely complained about it if someone other than her would have said those words.

But she's her, his dear fiancée, the one he has fought for and miraculously won over, and it was enough for him to forget about it. She has indeed followed him all the way to the Asim household; they had waited after both their graduation to live with each other. And although she was officially registered under the Jamil family, now having masters to serve, she seemed to be more than happy to take this job over, even if she had expressed her distaste to such hierarchical social structure back when they were students at the night Raven college.

Back when they were just students basking into each other's presence with no thoughts or possible ideas of what awaited them. When she was on the verge of crying, telling him how much she wished for him to be free of any duties that tied him away from truly appreciating what the world had to offer. And when he would merely kiss her as a silent way to express how grateful he was to hear her feelings.

"I'm sorry… But I just don't want you to regret coming here." Even if she was fine with this outcome, he would, actually, always regret making her come all the way here. All the way down to this place, tying from the true home that awaited her far beyond this world. When his head fell against her shoulder, his arms loosely crossing behind her back, her calloused fingers moved to his hair. She hummed softly as she looked at his tresses pooling from the gaps between her fingers and back onto his back.

She would be lying if she said that there weren't times when she… "regretted" her decision. When the sun would blind her, her body warming up from both its light and the surrounding heat. And only then, she would dream about going on a trip all the way to the high snowy mountains in the Shaftlands, feeling the soft snow crunching under her imposing boots. Or just going to a swimming pool, which she wasn't allowed as of now. She would have loved to be satisfied with her situation, but the cold reminder that she was now restricted often weighed on her mind. Jamil needed someone to lift his mood up, someone not caring about these kinds of things. Even if she wasn't this person, she would try to be.

He felt her move, her fingers drifting along the side of his face before lifting his head up. "But I'm with you. I live with you, enjoy my dinners with you, go to bed with you." She pressed her forehead against his with a soft smile. "I may have given up some of my freedom for it, but it's a sacrifice I was willing to make and certainly won't regret any time soon." Yes it's true that she has often dreamed about everything she had lost by tying the knot, but she would have regretted it even more if he wasn't here, in her life, to love her when they both had a bit of free time.

"Jamil." She pressed her lips against his. It was a soft kiss, the pressure lacking in sensuality but making up to it with the fondness she held for her soon to be husband. "I love you. And I will, hopefully, love you until my death." He didn't say anything, just diving back into the kiss. He hoped that she would never leave his side and continue to love him until death do them apart.

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And merely a year later, under the tent, white scarfs of the finest silk draped over it, and surrounded by all the members of the Asim family and their servants, she thought back about those words. If she had known that they would have hurt the both of them she wouldn't have said them.

Before her ring was to come, she took a glance at Najma sitting closest to her. And despite the proud smile she wore, she could see the hint of sadness behind it. They had spent enough time together in the same place to know about the other's habits, from the slight way her lips were twitching to her eyes drifting to her own decorated fingers trembling with anticipation of the ring.

Aah, she tensed up when she felt a hand caressing the side of her face. She turned around, finding her soon to be husband looking at her with longing eyes. He was sweet, so sweet…

His fingers drifted to hers once the rings were put before him on one of the most expensive cushions she had ever seen, and with his other hand, he passed the cold metal to her left index. Paired with the henna that has been made the night before, the sight of the many gems only doubled in beauty. But she couldn't ponder too much as she was forced to do what he had done before, passing the diamond ring through his finger.

And as what the patriarch asked was to be done, the two newlyweds both stared ahead, hands entangled with a beautiful painted smile on their face as they looked at the camera. But despite the fondness in which he was gently grasping her hand, she was too focused on the one behind the photographer to reply to his gesture. She… she couldn't regret it now. The promise that she had made.

She would love him forever, until her very end would she still think of him. Because even if Jamil was congratulating her with the rest of the guests (the sound of hundreds of people clapping at the same time almost deafening her,) they both knew that they would always love one another. Even if he's watching her marrying someone else, even if tomorrow he would change the sheet she had used with someone else, even when… he will follow and raise the children she would have with someone else, he would still love her. And she would still love him.

She eventually turned towards her husband. Kalim's grin was bigger than any she had seen before, and she finally tightened her fingers back as a pitiful answer to his love filled action. Because the vows she had made to him were actually meant to someone else.

Until death to them apart, both she and her now to be attendant would love each other.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst angst #twst jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper #jamil x you #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader

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apompkwrites · 2 years ago

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can't help but think about the fact that Draconia(Name) will be the one to outlive all of their friends.

Draconia is a Fae and they have very elongated lifespans they will be around to watch their friends' children have children and so on, however, they are static and will be for a long long time.

Imagine Draconia becoming detached from everything, even more than they were even before because they watched all their friends grow old and having to go to their funeral when they look the exact same from the day that they met or even worse some of their friends have an early death from an accident or medical issue.

okay because imagine:

lately, (name)'s funeral garments had been hard at work. in and out of the closet they went, returning with new stains of grief and loss. lilia, father, said that this was normal. this was something that always happened and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

but they wished so badly that they could.

they were starting to forget. was this how their father felt when he was younger? did he feel hopeless when his memory began to fade, stealing away the moments of bliss he experienced with his long-gone loved ones?

"everything's okay," lilia would coo each night after a funeral. he would sit on the couch with (name) curled up on his lap their face pressed up against his stomach as they sobbed and sobbed into the early hours of the morning.

"they're happy now," he promised, running his hand in between their horns. "they're finally with their brothers again. isn't that good?"

"but... i want them to be with me," (name) would murmur in return, clutching onto the back of lilia's clothes.

"i know, i know," lilia nodded, pressing a kiss against their forehead. "but you know there's nothing we can do."

"that's unfair..."

"it..." lilia let out a sigh, his eyes drifting over to the picture frame hanging on the wall. "it is..."

hey hey fun fact: as of writing this, there would be two black sheep left in this imagine's timeline :D

taglist: @brokenncrown @help-meplz @destinationdesignation @rainys-personal-garden @kalims @sxftiebee @luxaryllis @auld-a @the-dumber-scaramouche

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twst-drabbles · 2 years ago

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Kalim 1

Summary: Kalim was always a bit overbearing but never intolerable. Now that you’re both dating, Kalim becomes a new form of overbearing. But, again, it’s not intolerable. While the pets are having their midday nap, you and Kalim sit on the couch.

Kalim had his arms hovering over you, his face squinted up in a such way that gives off his hesitation and his powerful need to always be soaking in affection. “Can I hug you?”

You blinked at him, gazing at him from the side. You shrugged your shoulders. “Sure.”

Kalim let his weight drape over you, practically trying to bury himself into your being. He wrapped his arms tighter, though not in such a way that you’ll choke, but it was snug either way. The large, full smile only told you the state of his heart: content, about to burst with bliss. That’s good. It’s nice, seeing him this happy.

Well, Kalim was always a rather happy person, but this type of emotion he was giving off was different than the usual ones. Kalim’s usual happiness always felt bright and fast in a way. Energetic would be the right word and it’s usually his default state. It was also used as shield, for both himself and for others.

This happiness that Kalim is showing, the dumb almost sleepy-ish smile he’s giving off, it was too soft to be any sort of shield. In fact, he doesn’t carry it like one. It was vulnerable, squishy, and so new that it would be easy to choke the life out of it. But even so, this feeling was no less precious. And it was a feeling that he reserved for you, to show only to you.

It’s nice. Very nice indeed.

You continued leafing through another pet care book, letting Kalim snuggle deeper into your neck before he lifted his head. You caught his eye and you can tell he had another question on his tongue. You only hummed at him, coaxing him to let you peek into his mind.

“Can I kiss you?”

You have to admit, your brain slowed down for a moment for the fact he said that so easily. You recovered quickly, however. All these questions he’s been asking, all these questioning of boundaries as though this new turn in your relationship suddenly made you averse to touch. Well, you suppose that’s natural. The newness of it all is probably scaring Kalim a bit. He doesn’t want to mess up so he’s taking extra careful steps.

How sweet of him.

“Depends where.” You looked back down, skimming over the words on the page.

“A kiss on the cheek.” One little step a time. Though, you had a feeling this was not exactly the place he wanted to ask.

Either way, you replied, “Be my guest.”

The feather light press of his lips against your cheek almost made you laugh. The tightness of his arms around you had you expecting that he would go for a full on heavy smooch. Really, he’s being too careful around you. It’s not as though you’re a ticking bomb that’s going to dump him suddenly.

You shuffled a bit, just to create some distance before cupping Kalim’s chin just as his face started to fall. When he focused on you, you gave him a proper kiss on the lips. You let go, leaving him to sway in euphoric happiness as you go back to reading your book. Though, when you spotted the title marking the start of naga pet care, you tugged at Kalim’s sleeve. He was easily brought back to reality.

“You might want to pay attention to this, Kalim.”

He was going to be here for a while, without servants to take care of the pets here, so might as well get him up to speed as to how to care for Jamil and Najma.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #ask #drabble #scarabia #kalim #kalim al asim #house pet au #reader insert

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silvanable · 3 years ago

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The First to Say: Jamil Viper

GASP ACTUALLY POSTING TO THE BLOG? OF COURSE TODAY I MUST FORGO ALL ELSE—

because it is a very special day, our favorite housewife's desert snake's birthday!

so enjoy this softness with kisses and fluffy cuteness.

i also didn't proofread this, the sun is coming up, so no beta we die like men

✒ blurb : reader telling Jamil happy birthday

✒ extras : reader-insert, fluff, established relationship, birthday wishes to our favorite snek

✒ word count : 907

Jamil’s brow scrunched as a gentle feeling against his forehead stirred him from his sleep.

There was a soft giggle that filled his ears first. Then the feeling of warm lips against his cheek.

“Jamil,” Your quiet, familiar voice reached his ears, gently pulling him out of the sleep that engulfed him.

A kiss to his nose.

“Ja~mil,” You sang his name. He smiled in response.

Your fingers thread through his hair, combing through the soft strands as you brushed them from his face. He leaned into the touch.

Dark, stormy eyes peeked open and stared up at you. His smile grew, revealing the tips of his fangs as he did.

When had you slipped out of his arms? He was such a little sleeper, your slightest moment should have woken him.

As he contemplated with his thoughts, sleepy still swirled in his eyes, his expression unguarded and so open to you, you watched with joy.

This was an adorable sight to you. Your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, calm and relaxed into your touch, with a blissful smile. You had almost decided against waking him but it was worth it and this was not even the reason you had done it.

“Happy birthday, Jamil,” Your voice was soft as you leaned over him.

Jamil blinked up at you, your words slowly processing in his mind.

It was his birthday already? He had been so busy he had hardly thought about it yet you looked eagerly down at him, a wide smile on your lips, as you uttered your message of celebration to him.

“..Did you wake me just to say that?”

“Yes! I wanted to be the first one to tell you.”

He had never thought his birthday important, not terribly. His family would celebrate with him, Najma would bake the cookies he liked, and if he was fortunate he would avoid any of Kalim’s extravagant attempts at throwing a party. Not to say any of it was ever bad, it was the one day the attention was all on him, yet this was different.

Jamil’s heart swelled in his chest, his smile and gaze softened lovingly towards you.

It was such a little thing but it meant more than he could describe. It was clear you had been waiting ever so eagerly for the moment but impatient enough that you could not wait a moment longer.

“Thank you.” The gratitude was genuine, something that made your heart sing by the softness of his tone.

“Don’t thank me yet, I haven’t given you your gifts or even started the day!”

Jamil cocked a brow playfully, “You planned the whole day?”

“Yup!” You chirped back, “ I’m starting with telling you happy birthday as many times as I can before anyone else.”

He chuckled softly.

“And this too.”

You leaned down to him, lips brushing against his own. He lifted his head, pressing his against your sweetly, savoring the warmth and softness of your lips before you pulled away. Too soon for his liking really.

You giggled again. “Don’t pout, we have all day,” You quipped as you lied down beside him.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. A content sigh fell from his lips as the warmth of your being filled his. He pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. The soft smell of your shampoo and the complimenting hints of your soap brought his heart a calming comfort.

He could stay like this forever, where nothing nor any person is able to steal you away or demand his attention. No distractions, no chaos, no stress. Just you and him in his bed, allowing your hearts to intertwine and beat in time with each other.

You wrapped your arms around him. Your fingers delicately danced over his ribs, tracing the curves of the muscles that defined and sculpted his back until you could tender tap down his spine.

He shivered in response to the delicate touch.

You snickered again, relentingly your ghostly soft touches as you began to comb your fingers through his loose hair.

You could nearly feel Jamil roll his eyes as he held you closer, tracing idle shapes into your back.

You allowed your body to relax against his, molding to his lithe figure as you embraced each other closely, feeding off one another’s warmth, lulled by the strong beat of each heart that called out to the other.

“Happy birthday,” You whispered into his chest.

He smiled against your forehead, placing a delicate kiss there.

“..When we get up I’m making you breakfast.” You broke the silence with your hushed voice again.

Jamil pulled back enough to look down at you with a smirk. “Oh?”

You nodded. “So go back to sleep, so morning can come, and I can spoil you all day.”

He chuckled softly, the sound made your heart flutter in your chest.

“I would like that.”

You lifted your head, stretching your back to close the distance between you as you pressed your lips against his. The contact was brief, fleeting but even as you pulled away you felt breathless and dizzy, completely surrounded by him. He flooded your senses with his own, there was room for nothing and no one else, only him.

You nestled your body closer to his, trying to leave no room between you. He did not mind, holding you even close against his body.

“Happy birthday, Jamil.”

#twisted wonderland #twst jamil #jamil viper #twisted wonderland jamil #twst #twst x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #fluff #happy birthday to my favorite viper #twisted wonderland x reader

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years ago

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“you are the best thing, that’s ever been mine”

Hi! If you could can you write the dorm leaders squishing/reacting to their s/o’s soft and adorable cheeks, or just them cupping their cheeks in their hands (like those vids with the dogs fitting themselves in their owner’s hands)

- from Anonymous

A/N: Hi Anon~! Thank you so much for this! I listened to Taylor Swift’s whole Speak Now album to get into the vibe... and “Mine” seemed to suit it... so that’s where the title is from! ... This almost got called Chubby Bunny but... I never liked that game xD

"Uwawa~ Riddle this is delicious!” You had hummed, a fork pressed against your lips, and a hand on your cheek as you chewed happily. Riddle was torn between being incredibly pleased or embarrassed at the amount of praise that you were casually throwing at him.

“Of course!” Riddle decided, as he puffed his chest out and straightened his back.

“You definitely learnt from last time.” you giggled, as you remembered how he had actually taken Trey’s statement seriously about the oyster sauce...

“That was Trey’s fault.” Riddle defended himself and you giggled again.

“Either way, this is delicious~” you pop another slice of it into your mouth. “Ish really good~”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He scolded lightly, as he brushed a gloved hand at the corner of your mouth to remove pie crumbs. At the action, you beamed at him brilliantly, and his heart melted at how adorable you looked.

Unconsciously he found himself cupping your cheek as you chewed your pie. You blinked at hm in surprise, and as you swallowed, you closed your eyes and leant your face into his palm. He felt his face flare up in response.

Under the light of the hot afternoon sun, surrounded by the red roses of Heartslabyul and the colorful tea set prepared for the Tea Party...

You--serene, eyes shut, and the way you leant into his touch so naturally--his pulse leapt in response.

Resplendent.

“You...”

When Riddle began to speak your eyes opened to peer at him curiously.

“...”

“Riddle?”

“I’m glad I met you.” Riddle said, his heart pounded in his ears.

“Hrm?”

“If it weren’t for you... I don’t think I could be myself.”

“You give me too much credit... Ace, Trey, everyone... they were there too.” you laughed lightly, but he shook his head.

“Yes but... you’re here right now.” he said very quietly, as he reached his other hand to lace with your own. “You’re by my side. You’re my friend, and also my...” here he paused as his blush brightened, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face in response. “My lover...” he whispered.

“Thank you.” he smiled gently, “for helping me find who I want to be... and for accepting me as myself.”

“Silly Riddle.” you giggled as you leant forward to press your forehead against his. “That’s not something you need to thank me about!”

“So you say but...”

His eyes fluttered shut, and his heart might be beating fast--but he was at peace with you by his side.

‘Thank you, [Name]... for being mine.’

Leona felt something tickle his nose, which made his whole face twitch. As he jerked his head away from the ticklish sensation, the light of the morning sun hit his eyes, and he blinked rapidly.

‘Morning.’ he sighed, already exhausted just at the thought of it. When he looked away from the wide windows of his dorm room, he glanced down to see your head lying on his right arm. ‘No wonder I couldn’t move it.’

Since he couldn’t move (not that Leona wanted to move), he decided to watch you until he fell asleep again. He raised a hand and began to brush it through your hair--aimlessly choosing to untangle your hair. He snorted softly to himself as you let out a particularly loud snore against his arm.

He resolved to tease you about it later... but for now.

He spent the morning admiring the way you looked in his arms, in his bed--in his room, greeting the dawn of a new day by his side.

To be honest...

‘It’s not a bad look on you.’ he decided, ‘it’s something I can get used to.’

His tanned hand trailed down, from your hair, and cupped your cheek gently--brushing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

Your cheek was soft against his touch, and from this close he could see the way freckles dotted your skin. He loved to nap in patches of sunlight, and since you constantly spent time with him--he had, on more than one occasion--dragged you to lie with him under the sun. When his thumb brushed underneath your eye, your lashes twitched.

“Mhm... Leona...” you muttered, and his ear twitched in response to that.

“Are you dreaming about me, herbivore?” he asked lowly, at which you didn’t respond. You did however turn your head. Originally you had tucked your head underneath his chin, and had tangled your legs with his at some point in the night. You turned your whole body so that all your back was pressed against the bed--your head still on his arm.

As the light of the sun illuminated your whole form, he could see the way your eye lashes twitched, but determinedly stayed shut. He chuckled at that. He slowly slid his arm out from underneath your head and moved to straddle you.

His other hand still cupped your cheek, and he leant down to brush his nose against yours.

He cherished this quiet moment.

He knew he wasn’t the best person at expressing his happiness with you being by his side. It was just... difficult for him.

You--ever so kind, and understanding--you knew these things without prompting. You had never demanded more of him than he was comfortable giving--even if (and this is something he would never tell anyone--) he would push himself--if it was something you truly wanted.

“When did I become so smitten with you?” he asked, underneath his breath as he stared at you--as if your sleeping face held all the answers to his problems.

And wasn’t there a sense of truth in that?

When he had asked the universe for a mate who would see him--

The universe had delivered you to him.

Under the morning light of the sun, as he pressed a brief kiss against your forehead, he renewed his promise.

‘You will never be left wanting,’ he thought, ‘you are mine.’

You had been standing with Azul next to the huge window of Octavinelle’s Mostro Lounge that peered into the depths of the sea when you feel something enter your eye.

“Ack--!” Azul’s head whipped in your direction when you start making uncomfortable noises.

“[Name], are you alright?”

“Hngh... Yeah--just--something got in my eye.” You rapidly begin blinking, but the irritation causes you to start crying. Azul twitched at that--he hated seeing your tears. So he reached forward and gently cupped your face in his hand before he leaned in.

“Which eye?”

“This one.” you point at your left eye as you rapidly blink. “Blow please?”

“Of course.” Azul gently brushed the tears away, as he raised his lips to gently blow at your eye. “How’s that, my love?”

“Still there.” you said as you blinked again. Azul repeated the process until you finally confirmed that it was gone.

Azul had chosen not to let you go though, and as you blinked your tears away, he would gently swipe them at them with the pads of his fingers. In the process of that, Azul began to grow lost in thought.

Azul hated your tears as much as he hated his own.

He had always hated that he was quick to cry about almost everything--especially about anything that made him feel upset.

He hated your tears because it meant that you had been hurt. He (and the twins really) always fell into an overprotective state whenever your eyes would turn glassy.

You--who had chosen him despite all his flaws...

Despite all of his mistakes, his faults, his imperfections...

He had long accepted that he wasn’t worthy of your love, to have your presence at his side.

But for some reason you chose him--you had still chosen him.

It’s because of that, that he was so grateful you were willing to stay by his side.

The least he could do is make sure you will never cry.

The least he could do is be the best person he can be, so you would be proud to call him your lover.

And if in your future you would cry--then Azul will do everything in his power to at least make them tears of joy.

You stared into Azul’s eyes. You could tell he was a million miles away, deeply reminiscing...

“See something you like?” He flinched at you suddenly speaking, and realized he’d been holding your face for a socially inappropriate length of time.

“Sorry I’ll--”

“You mean you don’t like what you see?”

“That’s-- of course not!” His face brightened, going from the lightest shade of pink to a brilliant shade of red. You giggled in response.

“You--why must you keep teasing me like this?” he sighed, as he rubbed his fingers against your cheeks. “You didn’t use to do this.”

“I got it from Jade and Floyd.” you chirped back, and you giggled at his angry mutterings of ‘corruptions’ and ‘why I oughta--’

He’s distracted from his ramblings when he felt you lace your fingers with his hands.

“Such gentle, caring hands.” you hummed. “the hands of the one who makes me happy.”

You thought it was impossible for his blush to intensify--but it did.

The way your eyes fluttered close in bliss, the happy smile on your lips and the way that the ocean’s waves illuminated your skin made him think--

‘You belong here, right by my side.’

“I’ll,” he paused as he cleared his throat, He blinked rapidly, and hoped that he wouldn’t start crying. “I will do my best to be someone who can make you even happier.”

“I’m already happiest by your side Azul.” you beamed up at him, your eyes contained the endless depth of your love, and he felt like he could drown in them. “Just never let go.”

“I have no plans too.” He said, serious, at which you giggled.

“I think this is the part you kiss me.” you said, all cheeky, and though the red on his cheeks flare up again, he leant down to kiss you.

If Azul used contracts to make a deal with other people--what you had were his kisses.

Azul’s tender kisses were his promises to you--of never letting go, and of happiness in your relationship.

"Do you like the food [Name]?” Kalim beamed at you, and you couldn’t help but beam back--your cheeks filled with tasty treats from the Land of Hot Sands.

“Mhm! Kalim ish good!” Kalim only laughed at how adorable you were when you spoke with a mouth full.

“I’m glad you like it!” Kalim nodded happily as he too began to eat, “Jamil cooks very well after all.” Jamil twitched as he was mentioned, and when he looked up from his meal, he’s instantly blinded by both of your brilliant smiles.

“Jamil! Thanks!” Jamil felt his brow twitched as the both of your spoke with your cheeks filled with food.

“Stop talking with your mouths full.” he reminded, while he thought ‘these two were made for each other.’ You both simultaneously swallowed your food, cleared your throats and spoke in unison again--

“Jamil!~ Thanks for the food~!” you both beamed.

‘Ugh, bright.’ he thought, as he sighed and looked away, his hand tugging at his hoodie. “Yeah yeah, just eat already.”

In response the two of you promptly dug in and kept eating.

“Mhm~ I really love the spices used.” you hummed.

Kalim couldn’t help but just smile at how much you enjoyed spending time in Scarabia and taking a part in his culture. He wanted to bring you home with him for sure during one of the breaks--he would love to share with you the culture of his home.

You were adorable already in your enthusiasm for his culture, he can’t wait to write a letter off to home to ensure that you would have clothes from his culture too. He was sure you would be thrilled with it.

You chewed happily, but when you looked up you noticed that Kalim was looking at you with a really goofy grin.

“Hrm? Is something up Kalim? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, you’re just really cute.” he said with a grin (a few seats away, Jamil thumped his head against a table and groaned in disgust).

You felt your cheeks flare up in response.

“Aw! You look even cuter with red cheeks!” Kalim declared as he reached forward to cup your face in his hands. You swallowed, nearly choking in the process as you felt your face become hotter.

“Ungh! Kalim! Don’t embarrass me!”

“But I can’t help it! I adore you!” he said, with a wide grin and your heart pounded in your ears because this boy was going to be the death of you.

“Kalim is cuter than me!” you protested, as you reached forward to press your hands against his cheeks.

“No, you are!” he mushed your cheeks together, and laughed as you struggled against his hands.

“No you are!” you pinched his cheeks in response, and when both of your gazes meet, you shared a giggle at how silly you two probably looked like.

“You two...” you both flinched as you see Jamil give you both a death stare. “Finish your food or so help me...”

“Sorry Jamil!” you both yelped as you dug in back into your meals--though that didn’t stop the two of you from sharing a glance, and giggling to yourselves.

"Hold still, my sweet potato.” Vil ordered with a roll of his eyes. “I need to put this eyeliner on you.”

“I just don’t like things close to my eyeballs.” you tried to defend yourself. “It scares me.”

“I’ve been doing make up for a long time, sweet potato.” Vil chided gently. “Do you not trust me?”

“Yes?” you would’ve shrugged if Vil would’ve let you but he didn’t. “No? Yes? It’s me? It just... makes me uncomfortable.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say you didn’t trust me.” Vil huffed, before he quite literally used his other hand to keep your face still by cupping your cheek. “Do not move, or we’ll have to start from the top.” he threatened, you let out a whiny sound.

“I mean it, sweet one.” Vil said, “I’ll have to reapply the moisturizer, the foundation--”

“Alright, alright.” your fist clenched as you tried to hold your position.

“Close your eyes.” you obeyed, and you caught the satisfied smile that spread on your lover’s pink lips, before you completely closed your eyes.

Vil leant in as he began to line your eyes with a deep violet color. He could see your eyelids quiver at his movements, and the way your lips twisted downward in discomfort. Despite that, you put up with him. It made his smile slip into a much gentler one. When he pulled away, he immediately warned you not to open your eyes yet so that the liner could dry. You mumbled out a protest, but kept your eyes shut.

Vil couldn’t help but chuckle underneath his breath.

You were truly--

peculiar.

His hold on your face slackened, and though you twitched in response to that, you didn’t open your eyes. He leant forward, and began to gently blow over your lids so they’d dry faster. He could see the minuscule twitch of your eyes, and nose at the sudden sensation. He pulled back a little to admire your face against his palm.

Don’t get him wrong--you were always going to be splendidly beautiful in his eyes--whether he was waking up in the morning to see you snoring away, or when you were busy stuffing yourself away with your favourite food but--

But because he was a social media celebrity, he knew that some people didn’t like you. There were people out there with ugly hearts who refused to acknowledge your relationship because of it.

You always told him you didn’t mind, that what mattered was that you both loved each other.

While that placated Vil, there was just one thing he wanted to do.

He wanted to show you off.

He was very happy to be taken, and proud that you were his partner.

He wanted people to realize how amazing you are.

He wanted them to realize that you were a steal--and that you belonged to Vil as much as he belonged to you.

So when he’s painting your eyelids lavender to match the tips of his hair, and your lips the matching pink shade on his own lips--he’s declaring that to the world--

‘This person is mine. Just as must as I am theirs. They are the best thing I have and no criticism you throw our way will get in the way of that.’

“Vil, are you done?” you asked.

“Let me just put the finishing touch.” he said, as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and leant in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

A soft one, just so he doesn’t have to redo anything.

When he pulled back, he’s delighted to see the red tint rise to your cheeks.

“Beautiful.” he smiled, “you can open your eyes now.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and his heart leapt--

you looked so good in his colors.

You eagerly stared up at the monitor, back at Idia, and repeated this several times before the Ignihyde dorm leader finally gave in.

“Alright.” he sighed very deeply as you cheered. “I’ll help you make your character.”

“I want them to look like me please!” you requested, and Idia nodded.

It was easy enough for him to maneuver the mouse around to make sure that the character model had your hair, and body type. Then he zoomed in on the face.

“Come closer.” he instructed with a tone of confidence that you normally didn’t hear from the Ignihyde dorm leader. You blinked in surprise, but shrugged. Once you had pulled your chair closer to him, Idia wasted no time and cupped your face with his hand. He brought his face close as he began to customize the character’s face to look like yours.

“[Name]’s forehead is small, but cute...”

“Their brows should be like this...”

“[Name]’s eyes are sparkly, I can get blinded by them...”

“Cute. Nose.”

“I love kissing their lips... The shape are like this...”

“The jawline--yes, soft and adorable...”

You could feel your face heat up as he muttered all this lovingly underneath his breath--as if that would make it so that you couldn’t hear it.

“Alright, I’m done.” Idia’s smile was wide and pleased as he turned back to you.

Your face was red.

“Are you okay, [Name]?” he tilted his head in concern.

“That is...” you muttered as you lowered your face to hide your expression.

That’s when it hits Idia that he’s holding your face in his hand.

“Eeek! Sorry!” he yelped as he pulled his hand away from yours.

“No--no it’s fine.” you squeaked in response as your hands flew to your face, as you hoped you can get the red flush on your cheeks to calm down.

“I’m sorry! I held your face without permission!”

“No--no it’s not that Idia!” you protested.

“Then--what, what was it?” he asked, his own hands covered his face. He felt his heart get hit by a bunch of arrows when you shyly look up at him through your lashes.

‘Cute! You were so cute! If he had just a bit more confidence, he’d tell you that everyday and kiss you!’

“I...Idia... did you...” you glanced away awkwardly at the monitor, and he followed your gaze to the 3d model of a character made to look like you. “Do you... often, mutter under your breath?”

“Uh well--Ortho tells me I do it a lot but I normally don’t realize I...” Idia froze in response.

“[Name]...?”

“Yeah?”

“You mean I... was I thinking out loud?”

“Um. Yeah.” you squealed lightly, and his whole body turned red.

“Oh no! Ortho! Your brother is on fire!”

Malleus stared expressionlessly up at the sky as he waited for you.

“Tsunotaro!” you had greeted when you had seen him earlier in the halls. “Are you going on a walk tonight?”

“I will.” He nodded, beside him Sebek bristled at the nickname.

“Cool~ Wait for me okay?” you beamed, before you skipped off. “See you Tsunotaro!”

“Lord Malleus,” Sebek hesitated. “If I may be allowed to ask...?”

“You’re already asking.” Malleus arched a brow as Sebek sputtered quickly.

“My apologies.” he said, as he quickly jerked down to bow, “but I must ask--why do you let that person call you nicknames?”

Malleus stared down at Sebek who began to sweat at the intensity of the young Lord’s stare. Malleus sighed, and he looked up in the direction you had left.

Truthfully it was because...

(”Who are you?” an innocent question, and the curious face of a person who didn’t know him.

I didn’t want this person to realize who I was because--)

“Who knows?” Malleus hummed, before he turned away.

A faint sound disrupted his thoughts.

Malleus blinked, and turned his head to see you creep up on him. You were hidden behind a tree, the shadows overwhelmed your form. (He frowned--you did not belong in the shadows.)

“Ah, you heard that?” Once you made eye contact, you stepped away from the shadows, and walked right into the moonlight. Malleus could feel his face smoothen at the way the iridescent, soft glow of the moon kissed your features. (’Better,’ he thought to himself.)

“Were you attempting to sneak up on me?” Malleus asked, a smirk grew on his lips. Ah, weren’t you just so adorable and amusing?

“I tried.” you shrugged, before you finally paused to stand before him. “Hey, why is it that even when sitting down, you’re still taller than me?”

“Perhaps you should sleep early.”

“Eh? Then won’t that mean I can’t accompany you on your walks?” Malleus stood slowly, and carried with him such elegance that makes your breath catch in your throat. Malleus was just too pretty.

Your thoughts halt when Malleus reached forward to cup your face with a hand. Instinctively you lean in, and pressed your cheek against his large hand.

“You are not afraid at all.” No matter how much Malleus knew this, it never ceases to amaze him.

He--is a dragon fae.

He--is the fifth strongest magician in this world.

He--is the heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns.

He is a terrifyingly powerful immortal--and you were a soft, delicate mortal with a body that could break and a spirit that could be lost if he is not mindful of himself.

Yet you let him touch you like this.

He stared into your eyes, tiny windows to the galaxy of your soul. He wished he could read your mind, spend time exploring all of which that made up every facet of you.

You were so dazzling.

Your fingers laced with his, as you pressed his cool hand against your warm cheek.

“How could I be afraid?” your eyes flickered upward shyly as you look into Malleus’ bright ones.

“This hand could kill you.”

He said, as nonchalantly as he would speak about the weather.

“No,” you disagreed. “this is the hand of a kind person.”

His eyes widened, and he felt his heart skipped a beat at that.

“This is the hand of a person who helped me despite not knowing me,” you continued. “this is the hand of a lonely man, who has a pretty smile when I make him laugh.”

He could feel his face heat up at that.

Malleus Draconia--blushed.

“I’ve never been called kind before.” he commented idly.

“Well, people should see that you’re a kind person, Tsunotaro!” you exclaimed, as you puffed your cheeks in frustration.

He only laughed in response, as he gently squeezed your cheeks.

“I don’t think I need anyone else to know that.”

“Huh? but why?”

He hummed and chose not to answer you. Instead he leant down to pull you in a warm embrace, his hold on you tightened as you tentatively wrapped your arms around his body.

‘That’s because... I need only hear it from you, my bright light.’

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus

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yummyinmytwistedtummy · 4 years ago

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TWST character kink interactions!!!

I have never seen a kink interaction so I decided to make one. I figured it would satisfy the masses while I (ridiculously slowly) work on writing up some more stories!

These will work like most character interactions, simply send in your action/speech, and the character will respond accordingly. Please be specific if you want a vore interaction, stuffing interaction, burping interaction or something along those lines.

The same rules apply with these but I will run through them again just in case.

Will only do:

burping

stuffing

safe vore/accidental vore

Tiny reader vore/full sized reader vore depends on character

Please adhere to these when requesting!

Characters you can interact with: (* means I will write full sized vore)

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar*

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Floyd Leech*

Kalim Al Asim

Jamil Viper

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

These characters will respond in accordance to their canonical personalities and gluttony/habits!

Examples:

Ask: Stuffed Leona, *rubbing his stomach and pushes on pressure pocket*

Answer: Leona winces suddenly and opens his mouth to scold you, but pauses and begins to look a bit sick. Suddenly he releases a massive belch.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

The demi lion slumps and moans which turns into a smaller after burp. He lays in the comfortable bliss for a moment before he looks at you with slight annoyance.

“Could have warned me. Damn Herbivore.” He grabs your head and pulls you close, your face inches from his.

“Should have told me you were still so damn thirsty.” He looks you straight in the eyes and belches loudly in your face. “I’m more than happy to supply you with what you want so long as you continue to blush like that when I do.”

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Ask: Could I get an interaction with Malleus where I have been vored and he’s worried that I got hurt in the process?

Answer: “HHRRRRMMMMMMLPH!!! poosh” Malleus stifles a belch with his fist. “Pardon me.”

He looks down at his stomach and waits for some sort of signal that you are down there. When he gets none, he begins to panic.

“Darling?!” He asks worriedly and begins to undo the clothes over his midsection. “Darling, are you alright? Please answer me!”

You snap out of your blissful daze and begin to make your way over to the stomach lining, which has tensed considerably as Malleus unconsciously searches for you in his gut.

“Malleus! Malleus, I’m ok!” You press a hand against the slippery flesh wall and almost instantly you feel it relax.

“Oh thank goodness.” Malleus breathes out a sigh of relief and slumps on instinct before correcting his posture once more. You giggle at your boyfriends antics and begin to rub large circles on his stomachs walls.

He moans and smiles down at his midsection, pressing a hand against it and relishing the feeling of your considerably tinier ones pushing back. As much as he wanted to indulge your...interests, his greatest priority would always be your safety.

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Ask: Kalim ate something that didn’t agree with him and now he’s feeling bloated but can’t get the air up so I offer to help. (Lot’s of belching)

Answer: The white haired boy groaned and nodded hastily.

“Please please please help me. It hurts!” He whines as he lays back on his bed and pulls his shirt up to give you a view of his slightly distended gut, filled uncomfortably with air.

You flush and quickly begin to soothe his achy belly. Your hands travel from the very top of his stomach down to the lower under belly in search of a good place to press.

Cautiously you experiment with prodding at different areas, but it only results in a few shallow burps followed by painful hiccups.

Kalim whimpers and shifts uncomfortably, unintentionally pushing his stomach out further for you.

Finally you find a particularly tight spot just below his belly button and press into it with just enough force to feel it move. His gut releases a loud groan and gurgles deeply as you push. Kalim’s breath hitches and he presses a hand against his mouth as if he was going to be sick. Suddenly he lurches forwards and his hand is blown back,

“BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR- HHHHHWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRLP!!!!!!!!”

“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRK!!!!!”

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUURRRRLCH!!!” “HWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUURRRRP!!!!!”

An absolutely titanic belch rips free from his throat and echo’s through the room, loud enough that more than half the dorm could have heard it. The giant eructation blasted for nearly 10 seconds and was powerful enough that it made the hanging decorations over his room shake and rattle.

When it finally came to an abrupt close Kalim barely had time to catch his breath before he releases a smaller after burp followed by several more powerful belches.

“Hah, hah, ooooooooohhhh... HUUAARP!” Kalim fell backwards and moaned loudly. He panted and gasped for breath, eyes crossed and lidded. His face was flushed from effort and a stream of drool slid down his chin.

“Heh heh, thanks...” You were too stunned and flustered to do anything but nod.

#twst #twst wonderland #feeder kink #belly kink #kinkystuff #kink blog #stuffing #stuffing kink #stuffed gut #burp #burp kink #belly burp #burping #burping kink #v/ore

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starshiningsirius · 4 years ago

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Temptation (Yandere Overblot Jamil x reader)

Thank you for letting me use this gif @flowerofthemoonworld!

Everything about her stood to him mainly the fact that she always complimented him. Other compliments he'd brush off as they were always in comparison to what Kalim did and it would only seem like he would only get recognized for Kalim's mistakes and being a servant alone.

He couldn't be in the spotlight, but that didn't stop him from wanting more. You clearly tempted him with normal pleasantries and he had fallen deeper for it.

Your affection was what he wished for, but alas the genie couldn't grant wishes of the heart.

You had suffered just as much serving Kalim if not worse when you all ventured into Night Raven. You comforted him when Kalim was made dorm leader instead when he fully deserved it more. You understood him best.

He knew how smart you were and yet you had to make yourself average to accommodate for his master's lack of brain cells. You and him would work to the point where any homework was done later in the day late at night while Kalim would be asleep peacefully. At the end of the day you'd be tired beyond belief and he'd worry over whether you were okay or not, it only made his resentment grow. He truly did care for you and Kalim was only drawing him deeper into madness.

When he would make Kalim lash out it would never be at you, he always made sure she was never targeted. This was also a plus since you'd come and try to comfort him in his room sometimes falling asleep next to him and waking up together. He couldn't have been in anymore bliss. No matter the time of day you seemed to understand his burden being a servant under the Al Asim family. You never failed to bring some light into his most frustrating days.

That was all over now though, he had finally achieved what he wanted at least for the most part. The buffoon and the rest of them were far off in the desert at this point and it would take them days to get back. He could only smirk in what formerly was his master and what he no longer had to experience.

No more passive aggressive anger anymore now that Jamil had finally gotten rid that wretched brat. All because of his own carelessness.

He had ordered a few of his mindless servants, once bright Scarabia students to get him an item from the storage room filled with treasures Kalim's father had made him bring with him. He was headed toward one room after gaining what he needed from his servants.

Once he made it there he saw his sweet darling sleeping peacefully, oblivious to all the chaos that had ensued. She hadn't seen the video most likely which he was thankful for. Rhythmatic breathing was signalled by the rise and fall of the blanket she had on her.

Jamil watched for a moment put at ease by the sight alone. He couldn't blame her seeing as she deserved to rest but this couldn't wait a moment longer in his head, he needed to share the news with her first!

"Y/n, wake up my darling," He said quietly being considerate of his volume.

"Ja -mil, what is ... it?" She yawned before fully seeing the display in front of her after her eyes had adjusted.

"Jamil! Wha - what happened to you?"

"I finally achieved greatness, I'm finally sultan!"

"What do you mean your sultan? What happened to Kalim?!" At the sound of his name he sneered.

"He's taking a long trip and won't be back until who knows when, but forget about him. I have a surprise!" He seemed so much more happy then he had ever been in her eyes. She knew something was off about it though the mana radiating from him, how unhinged he seemed, not to mention the black ink like substance coating his arms and floating about him. His whole appearance had changed on its own, she knew this wasn't the Jamil she knew and admired.

"Jamil what have you done? This isn't you. You need to calm down."

"What ever do you mean darling? I've always been this way, and now we can have whatever we want! You no longer have to suffer under that imbecile of a prince! You have me and so many servants who'll be at your back and call!" He had completely lost it in her eyes and she had to try and get him back to his senses.

"Jamil no, Kalim-"

"WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING HIS NAME?!" His voice boomed down the halls with a god like tone.

"I-" He didn't even let her get a sentence out.

"Don't you think you've suffered long enough under him? Why can't you see I want to be there for you, I want you, everything about you, the way you shower me with compliments isn't enough! I want your attention! You gave him so much can't I get the same?!"

He had dropped something it was a little loud and it caught her attention seeing it glimmer and sparkle. Since his darling's attention was taken away from him he glanced toward the side remembering what it was he forgot. A small detail yet so simple it almost made him laugh.

"I wonder if you know how the Sorcerer of Sand tried to gain the princess's favor?" He said using magic to lift the crown toward him effortlessly.

He made his way over to her the snakes that had formerly been his braided hair, hissing, making an unbearably loud obnoxious sound for her ears. She covered them and closed her eyes hoping this was all just a nightmare to go away when she wakes up.

He took her hand gently invoking her to open her eyes at the feeling of a slimy substance on her fingers. She had to face what she wished was a figment. Gazing directly into the eyes of her former friend. He had a sly smirk on his face as he spoke his next words.

"Please won't you accept this crown." She forgot just how enchanting his voice was. Her eyes went dull, and her expression was calmer.

"Yes, my dear Jamil." She answered immediately without question.

"I'm glad you see things my way."

This would be fine, Jamil had this all planned out. He just had to show her the luxuries she would receive and she'd come to understand. At least one good thing came from all of it as he made her intertwine lips with his own, she wouldn't remember any of it later on. The mind control bits at least, so he couldn't have her knowing the situation and eventually despise him.

No.

If he could just convince her to fall into his temptation as she had did to him. It would be simple.

. . .

They now sat together at a lavish dining display, the sultan smiling at his darling. While his darling showed some discomfort from the snakes that scared her to death.

'It would be fine.' The thought repeating in her head in an attempt to calm down her breathing as she tried to recollect her own memories of how all this came to pass.

"My darling why don't you eat, as much as you want, it's all for you."

She flinched when she heard his voice. It was calmer than before but her unease kept her from feeling safe. When one of the snakes came too close she yelped, the feeling was so strange and unexpected that she had no preparation, though who could have seen any of this coming. He had yelled at her before, she was well aware of that but nothing else afterwards.

"Y/n."

"Y -yes?" She responded without looking at him not even a glance was made that way, but she responded so it was an accomplishment achieved in his eyes. He just had to succeed in calming her frantic nerves.

His mind had already came up with an plan to solve the problem. Slowly but surely he pulled her into his lap and tried cradling like they used to do after frustrating days, venting to one another.

"My deepest apologies, I shouldn't have raised my voice, earlier." She was frigid in his arms, but she wasn't resisting in order to not anger him.

After a few moments of silence he sighed.

"Do you remember, when we were like this? You'd fall asleep after listening to me vent about my day."

She didn't respond but he did feel her relax a little. This was still Jamil, though he was different it was still him. Her mind tried to convince herself of that fact alone. If he knew that fact it had to be him. She was worried though, about Kalim and the others but she didn't dare mention them in fear of him raising his voice or possibly hurting her.

This relationship wasn't ideal, but it was a work in progress for Jamil wasn't one to give up so easily. The temptation he had was right within his arms and all it would take was some time to tempt her into falling for him as well.

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twistedwonda · 4 years ago

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Listen to this while reading? I got the inspiration from this song that I really really love!!

"Is everything in order?"

"Yes, young master, the flowers are now in place, the food has been prepared and tested." The servant bowed his head. The Al Asim's young heir smiled to himself, pleased.

"Good! Everything should be perfect!" He said, his crimson eyes lighting up.

Kalim looked especially excited with the upcoming event, a smile on his face as he went around to check that everything was alright.

"Are you satisfied with the results, young master?"

"...yes. I hope he is too."

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(Name)...

That one name of the person he loved. The one who never failed to make his heart skip a beat, putting a smile on his face and making him feel so happy. Being with them is nothing but pure bliss to Kalim. Every moment they spent together sent him to cloud nine.

The best feeling in the world indeed.

He'd do absolutely anything just to be with them. But so would Jamil.

Kalim isn't as oblivious as most would think. Perhaps it was because of his dear friend's overblot that opened his eyes to his feelings. He could clearly see the adoration in Jamil's eyes everytime he looked at them.

"Do you like (Name)?" Kalim asked and the answer came quick.

"Yes."

That was all he needed to hear.

Jamil loves (Name) and Kalim was his wingman. But he never told anyone about his own feelings. Not even Jamil...but some were still able to see through him.

"Why?" Azul had asked him one day. "You know he'll stand back if you said it."

"I know. If I did...he would've smiled and offered his help. I don't want to take something away from him again." Was his only reply.

It pained him more than anything to watch them fall in love. Seeing Jamil spend time with the one he likes, receiving the love that would've been his, and yet the worst part was seeing the smile that he cherished directed at someone other than himself, sent a thousand bolts of lightning to his heart.

But above it all, what hurt the most was when (Name) accepted.

"Kalim."

"Yeah?"

"I think I love Jamil."

"Re-Really? That's good news, (Name)!"

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"Congrats, Jamil, (Name)! I wish you all the best of years together. From your best man and friend. Cheers! To the newlyweds!"

"To the newlyweds!"

The smile on their face was enough for Kalim. Jamil's happy and so is (Name). That was enough. He was satisfied.

...except he wasn't.

Late that night, after the celebration when all the guests had gone back to their homes and it was only him left...a bitter smile made its way to his face and a tear escaped his eye.

"If I didn't stand back...if I told him you were mine and confessed to you...would you have been mine instead? Would I be the one you kiss? Would you look at me like that too?"

Kalim sighed, putting down the wine glass he held onto a nearby table.

"Well, at least you have Jamil now. He'll make you happy...keep you satisfied. I wish you all the best.."

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rainebowkitty · 4 years ago

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Deuce Spade Birthday Headcanons!

Happy birthday Deuce! Let us all celebrate our favorite cauldron lad together! And if someone wouldn’t mind reminding me when Riddle, Ace, Cater, and Trey’s b-days are so I can write stuff for them, that’d be lovely too. Can’t forget any of my Heartlabyul bbys, can I?

I imagine it is customary to host a birthday party for EVERYONE in Heartslabyul. Deuce would definitely be no exception.

So upon seeing a full blown party dedicated to him, he kinda freaks out while Cater waves a hand in front of his face and Ace gently punches his shoulder to snap him out of it.

Seriously, Deuce thought he’d get a birthday call from his mom, some birthday wishes from friends, and maybe like a cupcake from Trey if the third year was feeling generous. Why an entire party?

Turns out Riddle doesn’t let anyone in Heartslabyul have a worse birthday than he did every year as a child with his tetradecanoic acid cakes yes, I picked that word because it’s long. no, I don’t know if it’d technically ever have room in a cake, but this is riddle’s mom we’re discussing, s o

When Deuce finally comes to his senses, he sees Trey’s extended hand with that cupcake he prophesized about. Grim and Ace probably about to snatch the thing before Trey’s zaddy senses kick in and he directs them to where all the food is because there’s obviously more cupcakes, Ace. this isn’t your party, stop being difficult!

If this weren’t a Heartslabyul party, I’m sure there’d be an old birthday banner for an 8 year old that they strung up and replaced the name “Jason” with for “Deuce” or something. But since this is Heartslabyul, everything looks pristine and, most importantly, like it took awhile to set up. Even so, the theme is more blue than ever before, so it’s not reused decorations. Are those... blue roses?

Cater confirms that they are indeed blue roses. The ginger painted them himself and he’s shocked to know Deuce didn’t see the pictures of them on Magicam I mean seriously, someone doesn’t follow the Cater Diamond?

Deuce then asks who’s idea all of this was. He’s shocked to hear it was Riddle’s doing, but not so alarmed to hear Ace did a lot of the planning with Riddle’s permission of course. can’t let Ace burn down the rose maze, but that’s exactly why Riddle didn’t consult the king of parties himself, Kalim Al-Asim

Still, this is a cultured Heartslabyul party, so there’s almost enough food to match that of a classic Unbirthday party. There are presents sitting in their designated cauldron, the scenery, though still very Heartslabyul themed, fits Deuce’s tastes and color scheme. It’s so surreal to him that a reformed bully like himself would have friends who cared enough to pull something like this together

It’s all so thoughtful of everyone. Deuce was probably still in a slight daze as he peels the wrapping off the cupcake and begins eating the deliciously fluffy treat (it was his favorite flavor too). That was until, who would’ve thunk it, Ace and Grim squashed the cupcake in his face by accident in their fight since Trey cut them off and allowed them only one more cupcake of their own to share

Deuce may not be a delinquent anymore, but he w a c k s Ace, no cap-

It’s not as chaotic as the food fight hc circling tumblr, but oh b o y would it have been similar had Riddle not been there.

Still, dotted with misplaced frosting, Ace and Deuce made up and sat around a table side by side as everyone sang happy birthday. That’s when they can eat cake, even if Ace will no doubt vomit later from all the sugar he’s inducing oh wait, he’s a teenage boy. Overall it’s a really nice party.

With a cauldron full of gifts in hand and frosting under his nails, Deuce returns to his dorm with a strong feeling of euphoria.

His mom already called him earlier that morning, but it was one of those calls solely to sing happy birthday to him, so he didn’t answer. He still appreciated the message, though

He decided to call her back and thank her for the birthday wishes. Together they held a long chat over the phone about the thoughtfulness of his new friends. If he can be a son she’s proud of, that’s enough for him, so hearing her so ecstatic over the surprise party forced a smile to his lips once more before he got ready for bed, gotta brush them teeth or Trey’s gonna getcha falling into a slumber of true bliss

Bonus: This was totally Deuce's reaction to seeing so much effort going into his party. The poor kid was unprepared af

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capricities · 4 years ago

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Part 3 C:

(Here’s the masterlist! Happy Reading!)

Yuu knocked furiously on her grandfather’s room, completely ignoring the fact that it was such an ungodly hour to even be up, especially for someone as old as his Sobo, but what he witnessed would certainly be engraved in his head for the rest of his days. As Yuu continued his furious knocking, the lingering thought of bothering Hatsuko instead came to mind.

After all, who needed beauty sleep when Yuu probably witnessed one of the most life-changing earth-shattering moments of his life.

As he thought of retreating and running to his sister’s room, the sudden realisation that he’d have to pass his father’s office room halted that train of thought completely. He now felt even more panicked. Did his father see him? Did that person see him? Yuu felt tears well in his eyes as his hands tightly scrunched the hem of the sweater he was wearing.

He gritted his teeth as he sniffled sadly, his eyes trailed on the door. He never expected that. He heard rumours, he heard people bad-mouthing his father, but he never thought that those rumours could be true.

Did his mother know? It was a horrific question that had dawned upon the Eshima, and he really didn’t want to follow that train of thought. Was that why she always looked so miserable? Did his dad seriously know what type of damage he’s caused?

Did Yuu even want to call the man he saw in that room his father?

He sat down, curling into himself as he leaned on his grandfather’s door,. Crying as tears spilt from his eyes. He sometimes wished magic could do more than just parlour tricks.

Yuu woke up in a tufted sofa bed, curled into a pillow. He was aware that he fell asleep ––he actually collapsed due to shock–– outside his grandfather’s room...which was why his current disposition puzzled him. He slowly sat up, yawning as he looked around. Was this a loft? No, this isn’t a loft this was-

“Ah, you’re awake èr bǎo,” Sofu said as he sat down on the ottoman beside the couch, placing the tray of pancakes and hot chocolate on the table. “I suppose you know what room this is?” He asked as he faced his grandson, a melancholic smile on his face.

“It’s Sobo’s study room…” Yuu trailed as his sights set on the tray of food beside him.

“I made sure to keep it clean, it’s a great place when you want to sort out your thoughts.” He said, his voiced laced with melancholy as he sat on the ottoman beside the couch.. Yuu kept his head down, his hands on his lap.

The study was still the same as always. A large bookshelf that spanned from floor to ceiling, a beautiful chandelier that wasn’t obnoxiously oversized, a large bay window that gave a view of the beautiful bustling city from the comfort of the Eshima estate. It was humbling to know that Sobo didn’t use any overly expensive furniture in this room, nor did she waste her time decorating her private rooms with priceless items, and other useless objects.

It really showed how simple she lived, and her rather clear pursuit for knowledge.

His Sofu smiled at him, urging his grandson to eat up. “I won’t ask why you decided to knock at my door at such an ungodly hour, considering how dishevelled you were when I saw you. You can say it in due time.” Yuu sheepishly looked up, taking the food from the tray and started eating. He enjoyed the silence his Sofu was giving him, it helped him sort out his thoughts.

Yesterday... was haunting. It felt scarier than the moment they found out about Sobo’s illness, it filled him with more anxiety than the time he and Kalim rode on the magic carpet ––which was an actual national treasure–– and it filled him with all sorts of emotions ranging from rage to disappointment. He was glad he knew the things that were happening around him but, at the same time, ignorance was bliss. He knew that from Kalim, who was awfully oblivious to things at times.

His father’s absence in his life was rather prevalent. He wasn’t neglecting him per se. He was always present during things that came to him and his sister, but Yuu could remember clearly how his mother waited for his father to come home during their wedding anniversary, having prepared something for him.

He didn’t come home until a week after, with a lacklustre excuse that anyone with an eye and half a brain could see through.

Yuu awkwardly cleared his throat as he turned to face his grandfather. “Sofu...did fùqīn ever tell you why he wasn’t at Sobo’s funeral?” He asked his grandfather, who had set the book he had down on the table.

“I never asked, though, I think I know why.” He answered with chagrin, his smile faltering as his eyebrows creased ever so slightly.

Yuu froze as he set his fork back down on his plate. He met the somber gaze of his grandfather, who was looking rather abashed, mortified, though not in the same way as he did when he saw his father yesterday. “What do you mean?” He whispered.

His Sobo exhaled a sigh. “You’ve heard of arranged marriages, haven’t you?” Yuu nodded, already dreading the rest of Sobo’s words, already forseeing the only way it could end.

“Your father and mother were great friends, a bond thicker than blood, so when the topic of marriage was brought up, it seemed natural to just, place them together. Your mother could follow your father to the ends of the earth and vice versa.” He paused, shakily inhaling. “But I'm afraid that I, both as his father and the head of the clan, made the wrong move. A move that damaged whatever they already had.”

Yuu stared at his grandfather. He wasn’t aware that his parent’s marriage was an arranged one, and it seems neither his father nor mother had any say in it too. Not even the right to object to it. He was also aware of the very customs the clan had. An arranged marriage just wasn’t the way to go, never had their been an arranged marriage ever since the horrible death of Sakusa over 10 generations ago. Marriage wasn’t a thing to be arrayed with, so why?

Sobo was already well aware of the question’s going through Yuu’s head. “Your father came out to me when he was 17, he told me he was bicurios and demiromantic. This family has a history of homosexuality, and as much as we keep patriarchy, the family has grown to respect it. However, as the son and the direct descendant of the clan head, he had to at least try to provide children who were related to him by blood. And he still hadn’t found someone by the time he was 27...” He trailed, clearly ashamed of himself.

Yuu didn’t need the rest of the story for everything to be pieced together in his mind. “So...the marriage never had any love in it?” He finished, his voice slightly laced with venom and rancor.

“I’d like to say there was, but I’d be lying. Maybe your mother loved your father, she was smiling during their wedding after all. And she really tried her best to give both you and your sister a healthy family experience.” He answered with a sad smile on his face. His eyes were crinkled in a way Yuu had never seen before.

Yuu bit his lip, letting all this new information sink in. For nine years, he didn’t know about his real family situationfor nine years. It sunk into him that the tears his mother shed, and the constant absence of his father in his life, was the result of a decision way beyond their control. And the man who did have control, disregarded the possible doom that could come with this risky decision.

It was...a hard slap to the face. A wake up call of sorts.

A deafening silence befell the two. His grandfather, who’s sights were set on the picture that hung on the wall adjacent the large shelf. Sobo looked on the verge of tears as his eyes fell on the framed family photo. It looked so unbelievably fabricated. “I’ve never regretted something more in my life.”

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“So now your brother knows, Hatsuko.” Ryoichi stated as he stared at the papers on his desk. A few more contracts, a leave request, and a few charts and graphs with the company’s progress.

“Yeah, it was bound to happen with how much you’ve been sneaking off. It’ll be harder for me to out him on a leash now,” Hatsuko said as she tapped her foot on the floor.

“I really do think that you shouldn’t do this. You still get huge shares once he takes over, you’ll even be controlling a good portion of the company. You and your brother can live in peace, without the need for your interferance.” He stated as he glared at his daughter. He was severely disappointed with the actions she was willing to take. It was all so..desperate. The again, he couldn’t judge her he had made many mistakes himself.

“May I remind you that I have blackmail on you?” She stated.

“May I remind you that I’m still your father? At least treat me with an ounce of respect.” He retorted, signing his name on the renewal contract with the Shrouds.

Hatsuko rolled her eyes. “I don’t respect men who can’t keep their word.”

“Then perhaps you should humble yourself, because you’re being a hypocrite.” He responded to her. Venom laced in his words. He didn’t know how deep her utter desperation ran for, but it wasn’t healthy.

Hatsuko chuckled, bemused. “Learn how to hide your hickeys better then, Fùqīn.” She smiled at him, though it was evident how it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Learn how to hide your motives better, Achi.”

I hope you all had time to spend the holidays with the people you love, whether they were present physically, or bonded with them over the phone. I posted this a day before the new years so I can say to myself that I managed to finish it before this hellhole of a year ended. Just because we’re finally leaving 2020 doesn’t mean it will automatically revert and go back to normal. For now, let’s just hope 2021′s a better year! Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst yuu #twst oc #twst dynasty au #ツイステッドワンダーランド #dynasty au #twisted wonderland au

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twisted-wonderful-tales · 5 years ago

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Happily Ever After Scenario

Ash: This is part 2 to the, “ The s/o came back to twisted wonderland to find the dorm leaders are in the part of the movie where is looks like the villains are winning and it looks like good are defeated“ request! Enjoy! ♡

Prologue:

It had been a couple of years since her departure for her home world and she had finally got her situation under control. Needless to say she was excited and relieved to finally be travelling back to see him; it felt like a decade or two!

Upon teleporting through the magical portal ( courtesy of her previous training at Raven Night college), she inquisitively surveyed around at her surroundings.

Everything seemed to be in the same shape and form as she left it, however . . . somewhat better than before?

She didn't know if it was simply her desperate desire to return that ultimately skewed her mind to have a positive outlook, but something was very different.

Something foreign; she could feel it in her gut.

The atmosphere was much lighter and free than she remembered leaving behind,disregarding it as simply absurd she made haste and quietly smiled to herself as she found her way up to the top floor of the dormitory.

Hearing a loud bang resound from within the main hall,you rushed in a panic; she dearly loved Kalim however she couldn't deny that he was a total party animal and tended to get out of hand without super-vision.

Although she desperate hoped to be proved wrong in this circumstance . . .

However the sight she witnessed relieved and lifted her spirit,what seemed like a burst of debris and a blur of purple was hit swiftly straight out of the Scarabia zone and into the sky; much to the surprise of everyone present,including Kalim himself.

Bringing a hand above his eye to subtract from the glare of the sun Kalim gleefully watched as the silhouette of Aladdin vanished into the distance,"Yahoo~! Did ya see that Jamil?! Aladdin's really gone flyin' Y/n is going to be so surprised when she-".

He turned around his eyes widening when he realized it was her in the flesh, without a second thought he launched himself at his lover; making her stagger back as she wrapped her arms around him.

Jamil chuckled softly to himself as he watched from afar, he had painstakingly watched him for many nights wishing on the brightest star and every time it was the same thing in that very same desperate voice; "Please bring Y/n to me soon . . . I miss her so much".

"Y/n-!! I'm so happy you're here,so much has happened and-"

"I know Kalim,slow down" you giggled softly shooting him an amused grin as he slowly pulled back out of your warm embrace,returning your grin twice-fold as he took your hand guiding you over to the Sultan's throne.

"This is gonna be our kingdom Y/n isn't that great?! We should celebrate!!" he beamed sitting down on the throne rather enthusiastically.

"I'm surprised you didn't suggest so sooner, I take it I'm invited~?" you responded with a playful voice.

"That's not even a real question! Of course you are, always and forever! Jamil, we need a feast right away!!" he exclaimed looking over at Jamil who had for the entirety of the blissful reunion kept to himself; however before he could even finish his sentence he was gone and in the kitchen.

He always knew how to satisfy, if only Kalim himself had inherited such cooking skills . . . but alas it left much to be desired in that regard. . . .

Letting out a exasperated sigh Kalim glanced over at his lover with a goofy grin,"This is our new world and I want you to be apart of it with me . . .of course you will,right!?" he grinned joyfully with pride at his masterpiece,his voice bubbly and quick.

He couldn't contain the intense happiness he was being overwhelmed by,he had finally after years of waiting in the shadows for his opportunity found his happily ever after.

"Of course, how could I refuse such a tempting offer?" she smiled gleefully,cupping his face with her palm lovingly.

"Haha! That's the answer I was looking for,let's celebrate; I'll go get the camels and peacocks!!" he chuckled fatuously, jumping up to his feet with an extra spring to his step.

Within 15 minutes Jamil had a banquet fit for any king prepared and set out on the large long table in the middle of the room,Kalim at that moment burst into the room; eagerly licking his top lip as he eyed off all the various dishes set out on the table.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm~! Looks so tasty Jamil,you've done it again! Let's eat-!!" Kalim exclaimed cheerfully taking his seat at the head of the table.

Chicken,Pork,Beef,Pies,Salads,Breads and Sweets aligned up and down the table in orderly fashion; it was truly a miracle as to how much food Jamil could pump out under pressure!

They hastily began stuffing their faces with whatever food they could like barbarians.

It was astounding how barbaric Kalim in particular was whilst eating, but by Kalim's side was her home.

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