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[underqualified-human]

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EEEEEEEE! no but really Leona's whole part and the last line in Azul's part made me giddy

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you see id barge into your askbox more often but most of the time that just means its me selfshipping myself with jade or rambling about pokemon or some other niche/hyper-specific joke like

photoshopping rook into concerning places

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[twistedchatterbox]

"I belong to you, body and soul; so please, allow me to prove myself."

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi hi! i am the 'creator' of TWST spotlight; if youd like to find some blogs, you can check this out! also would appreciate you shouting out your fave fan-content-creators in the reblogs too!! there is always more room for people

THANK YOU! MERCI BEAUCOUP!

Creatives gotta support fellow creatives. We are all just bards telling our stories to the masses; yes, we are bards.

It'll take me a bit since I'm currently writing up a draft, but I will definitely check it out once I have time (and I like leaving chaotic but well-meaning reblogs)!

Thank you again for sharing! I hope your pillow is cold at night!

Side note; please take care of your bone snake (aka spine), I know it must be very crunchy. It is a curse that comes with creating, horrible posture.

[linawritestwst]

wearing matching halloween outfits with your bf! (gn!reader)

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this is my entry for @twistedchatterbox 's halloween collab! my prompt was "dress up (together)"!

characters: ace trappola, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, lilia vanrouge

genre: fluff

warnings: none

ace trappola.

♡ "come on, y/n, hurry up! the dorm leader's gonna be real mad if we-".. o-okay, he didn't expect that you'll choose an outfit that looks just like his, not counting some slight changes. he was pretty sure you're gonna go with something different. a-and why does his face feel so warm?.. ugh, this is embarrassing, he shouldn't feel this way just because you've decided to match with him.

♡ "ace, ace, look! hehe, don't i look cute?~" yes, you do. but obviously, he's not gonna tell you that. no, he's gonna go "halloween's whole thing is that you gotta look scary, not cute!" while his heart is beating so fast and his cheeks are only becoming more red. this shouldn't be a big deal, all of his dormmates are dressed up like this after all, but something about you two wearing the same outfit is.. like, it feels like something couples do, you know? even though you two ARE a couple, but still..

♡ "hmm? is it just me, or are you.. blushing?" okay, he has to get out of here. he quickly reminds you that you two are gonna be late, grabs your arm while trying not to look at you, even though it's so hard, and you two leave. you try so hard not to laugh because you know so well that he IS blushing right now. he's just trying so hard to act cool, but ends up being cute instead.

cater diamond.

♡ he also needs a moment before his brain can process what's going on. and when it actually does process it.. oh boy, he's gonna take SO MANY pictures of you. and he's also gonna take pictures WITH you! he needs everyone to know how adorable his s/o is and how good you two look together. it's just so cute, you two look like an actual couple!

♡ he is so excited, he can't stop smiling and he keeps holding your hand the entire time. every time you do something cute, he immediately takes a picture. come on, y/n, at least smile a little!~ but if you're not comfortable with that, he'll understand. if you don't want him to post those photos, he won't, please trust him. he can just keep them for himself to look at later <3

♡ oh, but now you have to be prepared for wearing matching outfits with him for like.. every single holiday. cater loves matching with you too much, it's just so nice and so fun and.. um.. m-maybe it feels like your relationship is actually serious a-and you actually love him and- n-no, he probably shouldn't talk about it. he doesn't want you to think he's weird, haha..

leona kingscholar.

♡ .. why exactly are you dressed like this? is this the outfit that you were so proud of earlier? why is he finding out about this only now? sure, all savanaclaw students are wearing the same outfit, but.. he just knows that you chose this exact outfit just because you wanted to match with him and nobody else. ugh, why are you like this..

♡ okay, he has to admit that you being so happy and acting all excited is kinda cute. no, he won't admit it out loud, shut up. he will just silently admire you when you don't notice it and if you're very, very lucky, you can see the corner of his mouth turn up a little, forming a smile, but the moment he sees you looking at him, he'll immediately turn away. not so good with being honest about his feelings, is he?

♡ you just keep following him around the entire time and the savanaclaw students try so hard not to tease their dorm leader about it, but they know well what's gonna happen if they do so, so instead they just try to see it as their dorm leader being so cool and having an extremely loyal s/o. eventually leona becomes kinda annoyed with you refusing to leave him alone, so maybe a quick kiss on the lips will shut you up at least for a minute?

azul ashengrotto.

♡ hm.. for some reason you changing is taking a bit more time than azul expected.. he'll wait, of course, but he still asks you if you're having any problems with anything, just in case. "o-oh, uh, it's just a little hard to move with these things.. they really are like bandages, haha." .. bandages? hold on, isn't that octavinelle's theme this year? ".. darling, i am sorry if this sounds rude, but could it be that our costumes are actually more similar than i thought they would be?" ".. yes-"

♡ .. y/n. when he said that your costumes could be similar, he didn't think your costume will be an exact copy of his. what is going on, y/n. and why is his heart beating so fast. why does he actually find it cute. oh no. quick, he can't show it, he doesn't want you to make fun of him even though you most likely wouldn't. he clears his throat and tries to stay calm, but it's hard, because it's like.. you planned this as a surprise for him, didn't you?

♡ you wanted to make him happy and well, congratulations, this mission was a success. he softly kisses your hand and tells you that this outfit suits you well and even if you fall because of the "bandages", he'll be right there to catch you, so you don't have to worry about anything. except he's wrong and it's actually him who trips like five minutes later and you have to catch him.

floyd leech.

♡ "shrimpy!~ ugh, what's taking you so long.. huh." yeah, sorry, floyd is not like azul. he's not gonna wait. you're being too slow? yeah, he's coming in. he has no shame. and well.. he really did not expect you to wear the same costume as him. like, if he remembers correctly, you've said that you will wear something different?.. haha, it's okay, shrimpy, he likes surprises.

♡ i hope you're ready for lots and lots of affection from him. he's gonna hug you, he's gonna squeeze you, he's gonna pick you up (he doesn't care about your height. he WILL pick you up. you have no choice), he's gonna bite you- okay, okay, fine, he'll try to calm down. he can't promise anything though. it's just!! you're so cute!! and so squishy!! and so biteable!!

♡ hey, hey, you two are going to wear matching outfits for other holidays too, right? come on, you gotta do it. and you look so cute in this particular outfit too.. be careful though and watch where you're going, because he might use the bandage-like details of your outfit to make you trip and fall right into his arms. come on, don't be mad at him, it was just a silly little prank~

kalim al-asim.

♡ .. he is SO happy. he's literally jumping and running around and his eyes are so sparkly and his smile is brighter than the sun itself, you actually have to close your eyes. he literally goes :O and points at you and turns to jamil and turns back to you and goes "JAMIL!! THEY'RE- WE'RE- WE'RE MATCHING!!!" jamil has to calm him down and say that's just something everyone in scarabia is wearing, but kalim refuses to listen to him.

♡ i hope you're patient enough because kalim is just. he's just a cute little puppy who will run around and will show you off to everyone he knows. "hey!! hey!! hi, look, this is y/n, my s/o! o-oh, you already know them? ohh, you must be very happy to see them again then!" he's literally acting like spongebob in that one episode where he made squidward wear a salmon costume and introduced him to everyone.

♡ but again, kalim is actually very happy because the concept of you two doing something together, even if it's just wearing the same outfit, is just so.. like, it warms his heart. it makes him feel like you two really are together, you know? like you two really are a part of each other's lives and maybe there's a chance that you'll be able to spend the rest of your lives together.

vil schoenheit.

♡ you're taking a little more time than he expected. but before vil can say or do anything, he suddenly hears your voice and turns to you. "haha, s-sorry, this outfit was a little hard to put on.. man, it's so detailed." hm? what does that mean- oh. oh. you're wearing the same outfit as him. oh. his head goes empty for a second, but only for a second, even though that second means a lot to someone like him, before he can react properly.

♡ but before he can say anything about your outfit, he notices that your hair is a little messy. and what about your makeup? dear, you know that you would look so much better with different colors.. no, no, this won't do. he has to help you out. he immediately drops everything he was doing before this just so that he can fix your hair and makeup. yes, he doesn't want to be late, but also, it'd be a shame to just let his s/o look like this while he's serving as always..

♡ while he's working on your makeup, he can feel that you're a little worried, most likely about him "not paying attention to your outfit". he smiles softly and kisses your forehead before telling you that you shouldn't think so low of him. of course, he noticed it. and of course, he loves how you look in it. it's an honor for him to wear matching outfits with someone like you. he just thinks that if you two are going to match, you both deserve to look like the most beautiful couple of this school (even if you two already are one)~

idia shroud.

♡ "guess who?~" you ask playfully, covering idia's eyes with your hands. he screams and starts shaking, but he still recognizes your voice. "u-uh.. y-y/n?.." "aaaaand you're right!" you let idia look at you and finally see what you're wearing. wait. wait hold on. hold on, let him just. n-never mind, his brain totally stopped working. girl help he's about to lose consciousness. not because you're so scary, but because you're so cute.

♡ oh. oh his s/o is matching with him. oh sevens. okay, let him just. let him just take a deep breath, in and out. look, what did you expect from him, it's not something that happens every day! okay, you really are wearing pretty much the same outfit as him. but.. why? "oh, i just thought it'd be fun", you shrug your shoulders. idia is shocked to hear just how chill your answer is, but you know that he'd be more shocked to hear the real reason why you did this.

♡ hm? so what's the real reason? uhh.. honestly, you just wanted to see his reaction. you thought it'd be cute and you were right. your boyfriend is going insane in a good way, his face is red, his hair is pink and his little brother is trying to calm him down. ortho is a little confused at first, but then he looks at you and. ohhhh, okay, he gets it. "ah, are you just so happy that you'll be able to match with y/n?" "ORTHO PLEASE-"

lilia vanrouge.

♡ you aren't sure if this is a good idea. you aren't prepared for all the teasing from lilia that's most definitely going to happen. but also the idea of matching with him sounded so cute.. so here you are. lilia was actually in the middle of talking to other diasomnia students, but he could still feel that you're here, so as soon as he was done, he looked at you and. u-uh.. are you going crazy or did his face just become slightly more red than usual?

♡ his face really did go red, but only for a minute, and right after that lilia basically runs to hug you and that hug is so sudden, you both fall on the ground. he laughs and apologizes to you, he was just so happy to see you and you look sooooo cute! here, let him help you get up. to be honest, he actually was kinda hoping to match with you.. and you look even better than he imagined!

♡ you can just see how proud he is of you being his s/o and he doesn't leave you alone for the entirety of the event. that's it, he's holding your hand and going "ah, have you already met my lovely partner?" and looking at you like you're the best thing that has ever happened to him and you have no choice. and yes, prepare yourself for a huge amount of teasing and flirting and hope that your heart can handle it.

[cloudcountry]

attention twisted wonderland fans! ortho has tasked you with an important mission—give his brother the best summer imaginable!

welcome to the introduction post for my new event! i am your host, auburn! you probably know me as azulashengrottospiano, but i've changed urls ^^;

this time, i'm attempting to bring people together instead of doing an event all by myself. you'll have to forgive me if it's confusing, i've never hosted something like this before but i'll do my best and i hope you guys will have fun!

both writers and artists are encouraged to participate!

RUN TIME: this event will run from may 27th to june 10th! but you are more than welcome to post your pieces before then if you are finished or after if something came up! we understand <3

TO SIGN UP: please comment or reblog this post with your name and what you're going to be making! you don't need to have a specific idea yet, you can just whether you're an author or an artist!

when finished, please tag your works with sweet shroud summer 2024 so people can have an overview of the event's wonderful talent!

the event rules . . .

no nsfw content, i want minors to be able to participate as well if they want to.

any content is welcome aside from that! it can be romantic, familial, platonic, it can include yuu or not!

just as long as idia is getting out of his room and having a good time C: make sure you treat him well or ortho will get upset!

the company policy is open to be modified if a customer brings up a question!!

contributors and their pieces will be listed under the cut.

OUR LOVELY CONTRIBUTORS!

auburn / cloudcountry - writer.

if you let me.

dove / da-birb-writes-sometimes - writer.

mess in chat >w^. mess at con.

edie / edith-is-a-cat - artist (mainly.)

art piece. written work. kitty. platinum jacket. idia & tsum. rainbow idia.

cookie / cookiesandbiscuits - artist.

at the beach art piece. hot day.

irene / officialdaydreamer00 - writer & artist.

flowers of a summer day. part 1.5. aimless outing. marionette on a string. board game club shenanigans.

cyath / cyath - artist.

identity / identity-theft-101 - artist.

he dropped his ice cream :( art piece.

mochimus / thatsadguymochi - artist.

at the lake art piece.

phrog / phrowog - artist.

gamer touches the ocean art piece.

sapphy / shinysparklesapphires - artist.

gamer touches grass art piece.

em / musicalhistorical - writer.

zell / z3llous - artist.

getting milkshakes. catching pokemon.

silver / rxttenbxnes - artist.

sosa / miraculous-pacer55 - artist.

monimich / monimichbeingsilly - artist.

pop up cafe.

kei / keii-starz - writer.

garden.

fruity / fruity-arts - artist.

moon / moon-mage - artist.

rubia / twistedchatterbox - writer & artist.

emily / walkingoneliner37 - artist.

idia and ortho at disneyworld!

ryker / ryker-writes - writer.

firefly.

mayuu / justyoureverydaytwstsimp - writer.

dani / xol-io - writer & artist.

arius / ariusthething - writer & artist.

a short visit!

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idia at the beach.

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getting boba.

manoo / pop-sparkle - artist.

tropical idia!

yourfbiagen1 - artist.

idia meets hatsune miku

octahyde - artist.

she just got to the prince mush boss...

comingyourlugubriousness / artist.

fireflies.

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[hisui-dreamer]

our twisted threads of fate

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

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

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

Word count: 3.3k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It also helps that your soulmate also frequented the kitchen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are deeply in love with him.

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

Jamil Viper found that fate was incredibly unfair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's in love with you.

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

He wants you to be his, desperately so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, here goes nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cecilebutcher]

The TWST boys give you a piggyback ride

Deuce, Jack, Floyd, Vil, Idia

day 13 of the collab with @twistedchatterboxed. go check everyone else out<3

D.Spade

you’ve seen him throw a punch before so you know he can lift you no problem 

Doesn’t even ask why you want a piggyback ride

Just tells you to hop on

Takes a few minutes to realise he just let you get on his back no questions asked

But since you’re there and barely weigh anything to him might as well let you be

You fell asleep on his back like thrice from how (shockingly) calm he was

“Hmm? Oh sure hop on”

You ask him for some more every now and then and he agrees with no question

J.Howl

Did not question it

Though he does get a tiny bit cocky before letting you on

Like Deuce you weigh nothing to him

You know that one meme?

“Do I even weigh anything to you?” “no, it’s like holding a couple of grapes”

Yeah that’s you two

Will just

Walk around with you on his back

Hell he’ll exercise with you on his back 

Don’t ask why he just does

“Where to M/C?��� 

Best ride honestly

Very gentle

F.Leech

Awww

Little shrimpy wants a piggyback ride?

Depends on his mood is weather he’ll say yes

But when he does prepare for the most chaotic day

He’s running around with you on his back like your a backpack

Jumping off of high places

Working in the monstro lounge

Basketball practice

You’re still on his back

You know how Jack and Deuce are gentle and treat you like you could break while you’re on their back?

Yeah no throw that out the window

It’s like floyd WANTS you to break

“Shrimpy what's wrong? Tired? I’m the one carrying you! Now come on”

Good luck soldier o7

V.Schoenheit

hmm?

No

Go find someone else to do it he’s busy

….. nevermind come back he’ll indulge you

Vil is surprisingly strong 

Like no, SURPRISINGLY strong

People often forget that he does weight lifting. And so did you

Do when he gives you one and just walks around with you on his back for sevens know how long with HEELS on

You are flabbergasted 

But in a good way

“Very well, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get too used to this ok dearest?”

If you’re feet ever hurt again he has zero problem giving you a piggyback ride

I.Shroud

huh?

You want a piggyback ride from him? Why?

It takes a few minutes but he agrees to give you one

It’s very short though

Poor thing is freaking out about it like there’s no tomorrow 

He seriously doesn’t understand why you’d ask for it

Even if you give him a million and three reasons 

Face goes red and just shuts down afterwards(probably before he give you one too)

“H-HUH? Me? Um, I-I guess I am free right now?”

No, really. He’s dying over here

Comment if you want to be tagged in any and all future Twst content <3

[cupids-chamber]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 grows unbelievably wide when you're near, the way their grin spreads across their face and only grows as they speak with you, their voice pitch turning slightly higher then before.. it's difficult for them not to fumble on their words, as they try so hard to remain composed Infront of you.. Did they mention how pretty you were already? The way they stare at you, their pupils dilating ever so slightly as they intently listen to every word spilling from your lips... Oh how they wished you'd never stop speaking, so they could hear that perfect voice of yours, over and over again...

— DEUCE SPADE, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, SILVER, Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, IDIA SHROUD, Rook Hunt, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, Simeon, Solomon, TAKASHI MORINOZUKA, Diavolo, Riddle Rosehearts

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[snappit-the-snek]

Hello! If the spot is still open I would love to do #19 Hunting. It leaves a lot of ideas in my head, but if that isn't open I will gladly pick another one :>

Can't wait to see how this turns out !

@twistedchatterbox

Halloween Collab 2023 - 16/30 ; open !

Why hello there, loyal customer; Today I'm here to announce a collab for everyone's favorite holiday which starts on august and lasts 'till the end of October; spooky season!

Accepting collaborators 22nd-30th of September; This Halloween collab will be an advent that focuses on canon x reader/viewer content; you can join as an author/artist, with a minimum of 300~ words and no upper limit. -if you're interested, take a seat.

Here is how it'll work;

Everyone who participates in this collab will pick a prompt, and post their work on the day corresponding to the prompts number; it is mainly centered around writing, though artwork can be included !

Here are a few other things you should keep in mind v

To join the collab you have to reblog this post + choose a prompt! + You can ask to pick your prompt through replies instead, if you'd like that; as long as you reblog the post afterwards!

Remember to tag me on the post so that I can see it ; All the entries for the advent will be reblogged on @/jade-s-nymph and added to the masterlist !

One prompt per person; each person can only claim one prompt *

No Dead Dove: Don't Eat content !

All entries have a minimum of 300 words but no upper limit ; + Artwork can be entered as long as it is accompanied by writing ! + Your writing can be formatted however you'd like as long as it meets the minimum word count, just have fun with it !

Tag your works properly ! including but not limited to; if there are references to how the reader looks or is described, content warnings, phobia-specific warnings (ex. blood, cramped spaces)

Even though event mainly centers around canon x reader content Original Characters are very welcome to join in; whether it be Fanon x reader / Fanon & reader or just to make a cameo! Take the wheel and see where it leads you. ^^

Prompts that are taken/claimed by someone will be crossed out in text (like this) ; followed by the @ of the author/artist(s) who will post their work(s) on the prompt's day !

First Halloween - @magicluckystars

Sweetness

Tricked (or is it a treat..?)

Pumpkin(s)

Makeup

Secret invitation - @savanaclaw1996

Decor

Love at first fright

Undead(?)

Fangs - @rendy-a

Bewitched - @cecilebutcher

(Love) potion - @bunnwich

Phantom Thief

Opera - @fungifanart

Knight

Sleeping Beauty - @siren-serenity

Haunted House - @leonistic

Graveyard

Hunting

Full Moon

Siren's Song - @/twistedchatterbox ie.@/Jade-s-nymph

Yokai

Bandages

Angelic

Detective

Dress-up (together) - @linawritestwst

Possessed - @darling-in-wonderland

Devilish - @da-birb-writes-sometimes

Cerberus

Red Hood - @juno-of-wonderland

"Once upon a time.." - @whatevermywpis

Ps. if you'd like to collab with someone on a prompt, you can! * ex. Two authors writing a 2-part fic together or writing 2 separate fics that reference each other / An author writing a fic and an artist making an illustration to go along with it. -Just remember to post the entries on the correct day, yeah?

Everyone who joins can tag their work with the tag #Spooky Chattering 2023 .

-Once again, before i finish this post; please Reblog this post so that more people can see and join, even if you don't intend to join in yourself- a collab this size needs a lot of people, after all ^^'' ...

[savanaclaw1996]

Until The End of Eternity-Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader

Summary: Leona has proposed to (Y/n) and they are taking their first step into holy matrimony as husband and wife.

My submission for twistedchatterboxed's April collab: Day 29. Rings.

Word Count: 1,444 words.

Enjoy!

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Leona stood stoically at the alter as everyone from Night Raven College, including the royal family, was being seated. He was dressed in an dapper white tuxedo with a purple heliotrope as his boutineer. His long, chocolate-colored locks were tied up into a neat ponytail.

The venue around him was decorated from top to bottom with exotic flowers and white streamers. It reminded Leona of the Fairy Gala that took place in the Botanical Garden. "Too shiny..." he thought.

Leona could still hardly believe that he was actually getting married to (Y/n). If someone told him that the new female student who accidentally stepped on his tail would be his future wife, he would've laughed directly in their face, not believing them.

Back in the past, he never gave marriage any thought. Who would ever love and marry someone like him, a loathed second-born prince without a future? Someone would be clearly insane to fall in love with a guy as lowly as him.

So when he encountered (Y/n) once in the Botanical Garden after you accidentally stepped on his tail, twice during the Inter-Dorm Magical Shift Tournament and his Overblot, and three times after you traded your dorm to Azul and spent three nights in his dorm room, he started to develop warm feelings towards you.

At first, they were annoying. Every time (Y/n) would enter the Botanical Garden, Leona's ears would twitch, and his heart would throb with anticipation, hoping to hear your approaching footsteps.

There was also another time when you kissed him right on the cheek as thanks for helping you with a difficult task ordered by Crowley, curse that old crow. He blushed as he felt his heart skip a beat. No other woman, besides his mother and sister-in-law, had ever kissed him before.

This was the first time he had ever been kissed by another woman.

He hated how warm, sweet and fuzzy those feelings were. Was he really falling for you? No way! Why would he ever fall for someone like you, a magicless nobody from another world? He tried to push down those warm, fuzzy feelings until the events of the Fairy Gala.

He recalled how beautiful you truly looked in that pristine white gown with gossamer butterfly wings. Your (H/l) (H/c) hair was woven into little pigtails adorned with daisies and cherry blossoms.

He felt as if time around him had suddenly stopped as he gazed at you. You truly looked like a fairy princess. Even after you were soaked during you and Ruggie's attempt to evade the fairy guards, you still looked ethereal with the water droplets adorning your hair like jewels.

Along with the daisies and cherry blossoms in your hair, you still looked even more beautiful than the Fairy Queen herself. Those warm, fuzzy feelings spiked when you smiled that lovely smile at him.

Leona couldn't figure out how a magicless girl like you from another world had managed to tear down the iron walls guarding his indifferent heart and made him feel important and loved, even after you two started dating. It's such a mystery...

"Thinkin' about something, Leona-san?" Ruggie asked, snapping Leona out of his thoughts. Ruggie was standing behind Leona, clad in a white tuxedo. He was chosen to be his best man.

"Huh? What are you talking about, Ruggie?" he asked. Ruggie just grinned mischievously. "Thinkin' back to the day (Y/n)-kun stepped on your tail in the Botanical Garden?" he asked. Leona just rolled his eyes. "No way. As if I'd ever think of something painful." he scoffed.

"Still trying to deny your feelings for her?" Ruggie asked smugly. Leona glared at him. "Shut it, Ruggie." he quietly snarled. Then, the wedding march began, and everyone stood from their seats, including the King of Briar Valley himself, Malleus Draconia.

(Y/n) insisted that he'd be invited to your wedding, much to Leona's great reluctance. Malleus was quite overjoyed when he received the invitation to attend his friend's wedding and he gave Leona and you his blessing.

First came the bridesmaids, then Grim who was the flower boy. Grim threw out rose petals from his basket as he walked down the aisle. Then came Cheka, walking down the aisle carrying a lilac satin pillow in his hands. Two branded golden rings were nestled on the pillow.

Then the bride, (Y/n) came. Leona felt his heart freeze at the sight of you. You were clad in a sleeveless, pristine white gown, generously given to you by his sister-in-law, the Queen.

Your face was hidden behind a shimmering gossamer veil, and around your neck was a glittering diamond necklace. On your arms were white opera gloves, and in your hand was a bouquet of Sunset Savannah's traditional wedding flowers.

Your other hand was holding the hand of Divus Crewel as you walked down the aisle in time with the march. You looked incredibly beautiful. As soon as (Y/n) reached the alter, you let go of Crewel's hand and he sat in his seat near the rest of the NRC staff.

"Dearly beloved, we have all gathered here on this joyous day to witness the union of Leona Kingscholar and (Y/n) (L/n)." the parishioner began. "May the noble kings of the past smile upon this young couple as they bear witness to their union as one in holy matrimony."

And so, Leona and (Y/n) began your vows as you two faced the statue of the King of Beasts. "Here stands Leona Kingscholar." Leona began solemnly. "And here stands (Y/n) (L/n)." (Y/n) followed.

"Upon this day, we promise to share the joys and tears of our lives together until the end of our days." you said in unison. The parishioner then motioned Cheka to hand the rings over to Leona and (Y/n). Leona took one of the rings and faced (Y/n).

"(Y/n), I, Leona Kingscholar, take you as my lawfully wedded wife. I vow to be the pillar that will lift you high so you could stand tall, to hold your hand through sickness and health, to lend an hand to banish your woes. With this ring, I pledge my everlasting love and fidelity to you until the end of eternity."

After he said his vow, he slipped the gold ring onto your finger. Leona's heart hammered in his chest as he made that vow. He honestly wasn't one to make sappy wedding vows like this, but this is something new and sacred to him.

He is about to start a new chapter in his life with the woman he loves. (Y/n) blushed. Leona can be quite charming sometimes, even when he's saying his wedding vow for the first time.

Then it was your turn to say your vow. "Leona, I, (Y/n) (L/n), take you as my lawfully wedded husband, I vow to be the rock that holds you up so you could stand tall, to light your way through your darkest days, to be the hand that lifts your sorrows. With this ring, I pledge my everlasting love and fidelity to you until the end of eternity." (Y/n) said as you slipped the other ring onto Leona's finger.

"Then, by the power vested in me, with the blessing of the kings of the past, I now pronounce you husband and wife." the parishioner declared. "You may now kiss the bride."

Leona didn't hesitate as he removed the veil from (Y/n)'s face, brought you closer to him and pressed a sweet, deep kiss onto your lips. As you two kissed, a resounding cheer rang out as Leona and (Y/n)'s friends from NRC whooped and cheered. Malleus and Kifaji just smiled proudly.

Even Falena wiped away his tears of joy with a handkerchief as his wife patted his back with a beaming smile on her face. Not only did Leona look so happy, but it also looks like they'll be gaining a new sister-in-law. You and Leona were truly meant for each other.

Leona broke away from the kiss as he gazed at his new bride lovingly. "You look so ravishing, herbivore." he purred. "I could just eat you up." (Y/n) giggled. "Easy there, my king. Shouldn't you call me Mrs. Kingscholar now since we're married?" you asked playfully.

Leona smiled. "Nah, you're still my herbivore. I don't need to address you by some fancy-schmancy title, even though you're now my wife." he said before he leaned in and kissed (Y/n) again.

Cheka clapped and smiled in jubilation as he watched his uncle kiss his new aunt. He was so happy that he has a new aunt. He now has a new playmate! And speaking of playmates, maybe he might also get a new cousin...

[siphoklansan]

Happy Birthday, Rubia!💓🎉🎂

may all your wishes come true, stay happy and healthy and may you live a prosperous life, you deserve it bestie!!!🫶🫶

Birthday comic to one of my first mutuals on this app and AMAZING, TALENTED AUTHOR AND ARTIST: @twistedchatterboxed💓💓

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: Jade invites you to swim.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: a birthday gift for mrs. leech, @twistedchatterboxed!! i hope i did your husband justice <3

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Jade Leech was a siren. He might as well have been, with his sharp eyes and his kind smile and soft hair. The tender disposition he so often displayed was sometimes disrupted by his lips curling back, his sharp teeth revealed, his eyes hinting at danger. You were never one to be put off by that though, and if anything it only made you weaker for him.

Grasping at the railing into the pool, you stare out into the water at your lover. He’s floating a little ways off, tucked under the waves, eyes gleaming as he watches you. Like a predator, you think, but then again you’re not thinking much at all when he’s near you.

You make your way to him, and he does not move. It makes you wonder what he’s playing at as the bathing suit clings to you and the water sloshes against your skin. The air smells of salt and freshness, and when you finally smell a note of cedar you know you’ve reached him.

“Hello, my dear.” he murmurs, soft like the towel he’ll inevitably wrap around you after you’re done here, “It’s a pleasure to have you here. I’m delighted you could join me.”

You wish you could tell him that it’s you who should feel delighted at his company, but he cranes his neck and leans over you and captures you in his arms, kissing you with all the affection he holds for you. Your belly is filled with butterflies and you feel warm despite the chilly water.

“Happy birthday, my love.” he whispers to you, holding you like he’ll never find anything more precious, “I truly adore you.”

[spadecentral]

⛈ Rain Rots the Smell | Deuce Spade x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: this was for @twistedchatterbox's collab; also this thing has 2.4k words?!??! jesus i've never written this much before...

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: you take care of a sick deuce >> reader prns: they/them (called captain) >> warning(s): chicken noodle soup; storms; possible ooc deuce

Running through the flower fields with Deuce during sunset, you had no care in the world. To be quite frank, if you were going to die at any point in your life, you would have to choose this time. You were so unbelievably happy and if your last moments were going to be laughing with your boyfriend, you would rather be nowhere else. Falling down on the blades of grass, you tripped the blue-haired boy, making him fall right on top of you.

“Deuce!” you exclaimed, still laughing.

In a teasing manner, Deuce decided to joke around with you. “Hm… where did my partner go? I could have sworn they were here a second ago…”

“Deuce!” you giggled, knowing that he was teasing. You pounded lightly on his shoulders, hoping that he would stop. “I’m right here!”

“I can’t see them anywhere,” Deuce brought a hand up to his face, using it to shade his eyes while he pretended to search for you. Finally deciding to look down, he gave a surprised look when his eyes laid upon you. “Oh, there you are! Where have you been?”

“I’ve been here the whole time, dummy.” you rolled the blue-haired boy off of your chest, forcing him to lay in the grass.

“Ewww I’m gonna get grass stains,” Deuce whines as he starts to sit up. “It's gonna be such a pain to get out…”

“Oh shush, you were raised by one of the greatest women ever,” you roll your eyes. “She has every trick in the book. You know how to get freaking cement out of your hair because of your mom.”

“It wasn’t cement,” Deuce sighs.

“Super glue is close enough to cement, dear.”

“So if I glue my hand with your hand… we’ll be stuck together by cement?”

You flushed almost immediately, as you weren’t expecting Deuce to flirt with you. “J… just focus on the flowers, Juice.”

“Augh, Juice. That really stings, babe.” Deuce puts a hand over his heart in mock pain. “I can’t believe you used an insult from Ace.”

“...I can’t believe it either.” you responded, a little stunned. You suppose you’ve just been around both Ace and Deuce for so long that unfortunately, you had picked up on some of the insults that the both of them used. “Deuce, slap me.”

“Excuse me?” Deuce looked stunned by what you asked of him.

“I’m obviously not in my right mind if I’m using Ace’s insults,” you reasoned. “So, slap me.”

“What if instead I…” Deuce lifted his hand and you braced for an impact. But instead of feeling a burning sensation, you felt Deuce’s hand caress your cheek.

“Wha–” your eyes opened for only a second before you felt Deuce’s lips press softly against yours.

Sinking into the kiss, you knew he could taste your chapstick. An odd one, green jelly bean was probably not a flavor he expected to be on his lips. Oh well, you thought. Living while in this kiss is more important than worrying about the taste of my chapstick. And you did. It was like your senses were heightened. You could feel each blade of grass, how it was woven and how tall it was. You could feel the gentle breeze hitting both you and Deuce. You could smell the wind. But most importantly, you could feel him. You could feel each and every divot in his lips, you knew where he bit them and you knew where they were split open. You could feel the stickiness of his tinted chapstick that slightly glued your lips together. You could feel the calluses on his hand, and you could smell his hand lotion. Oh Deuce… he was always the best boyfriend he could be. And you love him for just trying.

As your lips parted, you could see a smirk coming across his face. In an attempt to stop Deuce from saying anything, you pounced on him, making him fall over into the flowers behind him. “You could have warned me, dummy!”

“Mmm…” he pretended to think. “Nahhh.”

“Maybe as punishment I’ll lay right here on top of you all evening,” you pouted. Turning over, you rested your head on his stomach.

“Augh, I’ve been defeated by my own partner.” Deuce laughs, reaching his hands up to the sky as if he’s dying in a really dramatic play. “Blood, guts, aaaaand death.”

“You stupid boy,” you giggle.

“Yeah, but I’m your stupid boy.”

“I suppose that’s true,” you sighed.

“Suppose? You suppose?!” Deuce sits up, making you sit up too. “You only suppose? Oh I’m gonna get you–”

“Oh shit.”

Immediately getting up, you started sprinting away from him. You knew he was going to tackle you. You just knew it.

“Get back here, babe!” Deuce called out. You could tell he was catching up to you. “I’ll make sure you’ll never say ‘I suppose’ again!”

Laying down in the grass, you and Deuce decided to stargaze. You still had kiss marks all over your face from Deuce’s tackle. He had kissed you all over your face, and he hasn’t learned where to purchase non-tinted chapstick yet. But you can’t bother to get him some, as you love the lip marks that stay all over your face and stain your cheeks.

“Deuce look at that one!” you pointed up at a blue-colored star.

“Oh yeah! That looks so cool!” Deuce’s voice was comforting. Calm yet excited. Perfect. “Look over there! Was there supposed to be a meteor shower tonight?”

“Huh, I dunno actually.” you shrugged. Closing your eyes, you snuggled into the warmth of your boyfriend. You could feel the breeze from Deuce putting his jacket over you, giving you an extra layer to trap your body heat.

Rain. Rain woke you up. Your clothes were safe, at least, safer than Deuces. He was fully drenched, standing up and pulling on your hand. You, still half-asleep, had no clue what was going on. “Deuce? What’s going on?”

“Rain!” he responded, running back to his blastcycle. “I didn’t know it was going to rain today!”

Hopping onto his blastcycle, Deuce pulled your wrist in an attempt to get you to swing on as well. Instantly getting the memo, you got on. “Go, go, go!!”

“I’m trying,” he responded, rushed. Revving up his blastcycle, he pressed on the gas as fast as possible without potentially sliding and getting into a crash.

Your arms wrapped around Deuce’s torso, all you could think about was how sick the both of you were going to be the next day.

The next morning was an ugly one. The clouds were still gray and the air was damp. Your vision was cloudy and your chest was heavy. Rubbing your eyes, you could see Deuce right next to you with his arm draped over your torso. Struggling, you sat up and as gently as you could, you pushed Deuce’s arm off of you. Unfortunately, your efforts went to waste when you heard him groan.

“Babe?” his raspy voice was muffled from his stuffed nose. Coughing once, he raised a hand to his head. “Eugh… I feel like shit.”

“I’ll go get the thermometer,” you say, standing up. “Ah! It’s cold as hell out here…”

You could hear him laughing at your outburst.

“Oh shush,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

Stepping out of your bedroom, you walk down the hall and into the bathroom. The air hit you like a sac of potatoes, and goosebumps covered your skin. The medicine cabinet creaked as you opened it and grabbed the thermometer for your boyfriend, before walking back into your room. “Alright just stay still.”

The beep sounded as the thermometer turned on. Holding it up to his forehead, the thermometer read 101.2° F (38.6° C). “Oooookay… well you’re sick as fuck.”

You pushed Deuce’s upright body back onto the pillows. “Get some rest and I’ll make you some soup.”

“The way mom makes it?” Deuce’s voice was weak; you could tell he was falling back asleep.

“I’ll ask her for the recipe,” you smiled at him before you kissed his forehead. “Now sleep.”

You closed the door to the room after grabbing your phone and a robe. No way in hell were you going to walk out of that room for more than 30 seconds without something warm. Opening your phone, you pressed on Deuce’s mom’s contact and prayed she was awake and wouldn’t hate you for calling her.

“Hello?” you heard the sweet voice of your boyfriend’s mother as she picked up your call.

“Hi, Ms. Spade,” your voice wavers for a second. “I was wondering if I could have the recipe to your chicken soup? Deuce is uhm, sick.”

“Oh, of course dear! Give me just a…” you could hear movement from her end of the line and you took that opportunity to grab a pencil and pad o paper. “Here we go. Are you ready to write it down?”

“Yup!”

“Thank you so much, Ms. Spade!” 

“You’re very welcome.” she responds. “Make sure he gets enough sleep, and if you could, putting a cold washcloth on his forehead helps him out a lot when sick.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile. “I’ll get to cooking now, thank you again.”

“Don’t worry about it. Bye bye, now!”

“Bye, Ms. Spade!” you hang up the call before washing your hands. “Time to get cooking, I guess.”

The aroma of the chicken noodle soup filled the kitchen. Your mouth fell victim to the smell as it started to water. Sighing, you caved and sipped some of the soup from the ladle. Shit, you thought. This is really good. Like really good. You now understood why Deuce asked for his mother’s recipe specifically.

Grabbing a bowl, you turned off the stove before scooping some of the soup into the bowl. You decided that you weren’t going to get deuce a normal porcelain bowl today. He had bought some themed plastic bowls a while ago while on a trip, and you decided that it would be a good day to use them because if he accidentally dropped it the bowl wouldn’t break. Pulling a tray from a cabinet, you placed the bowl of soup and a spoon on it. You put a kettle of water on the stove and set up a mug with a tea packet so that you could easily come back and it would be ready to go.

Picking up the tray, you walked to your room and pushed open the door.

“Deuce…” you spoke softly. “Wake up, now. I made your mom’s soup.”

You heard a sniff from the covers as Deuce sat up. His eyes were groggy and he looked cold. “Smells good.”

“I hope it tastes as good as it smells to you,” you smile as you set the tray down on his lap. “I’ll be back, I have to grab your tea.”

Rushing to the kitchen, you grabbed the screaming kettle off of the stove and poured the water into the cup before adding some honey and stirring it. You then grabbed yourself a bowl and poured some soup into it for yourself. Walking back to your bedroom, you walked through the door before closing it.

“Here’s your tea,” you set the cup down on the tray with a soft clack.

“Thank you so much, babe.” he smiled. “C’mere so I can give you a kiss.”

“Oh no way in hell,” you backed up. “I’m not gonna let you get me sick.”

“Aww why?” he pouted. Being sick seemed to make him more expressionate. “We could be sick buddies together…”

“Nuh-uh.” you shake your head, sitting down on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. “If you got me sick, who would take care of me?”

“I would?”

You internally smacked your forehead, “And who would take care of you?”

“...You would?”

“But how could I do that if I was sick?”

“...” Deuce sat in silence for a moment, thinking. “...Good point.”

“Thank you,” you said, triumphant.

Eating in silence, you smiled. Even though he was sick, he was still good company.

“Is there honey in this?” Deuce asked after taking a sip of his tea.

“Deuce…” you sighed. “Drink your tea.”

“You know I don’t like honey that much.”

“It’ll help your throat,” you shake your head. “Drink it and I’ll get you some ice cream.”

“The rocky road one?” 

“Yeah, the rocky road one,” you decided that bargaining with Deuce when he was sick was like bargaining with a seven year old.

He sighed, “Fine.”

You watched as he downed the cup of tea and was probably ignoring it burning his throat. “Done.”

You giggled as he slammed the cup down and burped. “Alright Mr. Tea-Downer! I will go get your ice cream! Continue eating your soup.”

“Aye captain!” Deuce did a little salute as he started eating his soup once again.

Shaking your head, you got up and went out of the bedroom. Your bowl clattered in the sink as you put it in, making your head ring. Opening the freezer, you dug around for a moment before finding the tub of ice cream. Searching for the scooper, you finally found it and scooped out some of the ice cream before placing it into a bowl. Grabbing yet another spoon, you make your way to the bedroom for the fourth time that day.

“This is the last time I’m getting up.” you declareed as you walk into the room.

All you got in response is a chuckle from him. “Alright, babe. Now, ice cream.”

You stopped in your tracks and in your mind you compared him to that one cute angry kaomoji. You giggle thinking about it, before handing him the bowl.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Oh nothing,” you smile before getting into your side of the bed.

“C’mon, tell me,” he prodded, poking your side.

“Fine, fine.” you held up your hands in surrender. “Just before, when you said ‘now, ice cream’ or whatever, you looked like that one cute kaomoji that I use when I’m mock-mad at you. You know?”

“The one with the little curls as fists?” he inquired.

“Yup!”

“Aww you think I’m cute,” he teased.

“Oh shush and eat your ice cream,” you cross your arms and puff your cheeks.

“Of course, love.” he said as he picked up the spoon.

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