#twisted wonderland snippet

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hello, I hope you are having a good day or night so far. I just wanted to ask if the monster!au pregnancy fic is still on the table or if it's making your brain unhappy and needs to go on the shelf to think about what it's done?

Either way is fine The most important thing is your mental health. *Finger guns*

Hey! I'm doing okay for the most part. Work and life in general has just been busy as heck, so I've been just working on art and writing for personal enjoyment.

The fic is still coming along well enough! I just wound up having to rewrite from the beginning to get a better flow, and now I'm just dealing with some of the boys being jerks and not cooperating with me 😂 But I am going to be triumphant soon enough! I only have three of the dorm reactions to go before the inevitable chaos. >v>

And just so you guys know, this currently has 9 pages worth of words (size 9 font, by the way), and I'm still not done. This thing is going to be LOOOOOONG compared to some of my other chapters I've posted! 😂

I appreciate the understanding, but not to worry! It's just my perfectionist editing mind that keeps stalling me 😒 But just to show you that progress is being made, I've attached a snippet I've written of a scene that I wanted to add!

Hope you all enjoy, and I'm excited to get closer and closer to finishing it! ÙvÚ

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It was late at night when Jamil was working in the school cafeteria, requiring the ingredients in the kitchen to make a late night meal for Kalim since the dorm’s kitchen needed a few repairs. The pans sizzled and pots boiled as he stirred and cooked, his hands moving with speed and precision honed by years of cooking. Despite it being late at night, part of him did appreciate the time alone from the dorm to think in private.

Taking a sip of the broth, he hummed in thought before adding some spices to the soup. Just as he was about to sample it again, his ear twitched when he heard movement behind him and turned. “Miss Yuu?” he asked, surprised to see Yuu standing there holding a plate to her chest. By now she was in her eighth month of pregnancy, her stomach swollen to the size of a large watermelon. “What are you still doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said sheepishly. “Since the due date is getting closer, the researchers moved me to a new room here in the school just in case. It’s easier for them to get to me here than it is to Ramshackle. So I thought walking around a little would help, but then I smelled something good and…well…”

When she hesitated, he asked, “Pregnancy cravings again?”

She nodded. He hummed in thought. Apparently human cravings during pregnancy was no different than how monsters would instinctively do the same to sustain themselves and their unborn children. “A lack of food sources can have a negative effect the body,” one researcher explained once when he’d been passing by the infirmary during one of Yuu’s exams. “Whether human or monster, if the expecting mother doesn’t eat enough to sustain the pregnancy or produce the milk needed to feed the baby, her body will begin to take its own nutrients. This can be dangerous and increase the risk of her breaking her bones, so that’s why it’s important to ensure Yuu has an ample supply of food at her disposal at such a critical stage.”

Knowing this, Jamil held out his hand and smiled. “The soup isn’t done yet, but you can have some of the main dish in the meantime,” he told her, dishing out the food from the skillet. “It’s a simple meal from the Land of Scalding Sands, but I know Kalim wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.” With a deadpan smile, he said, “In fact, he’d insist on it if he were here.”

“Thank you so much!” she said, accepting the offered plate and pausing to breathe in the aroma. He could practically see her drooling before she dug in, happily humming as she sat in the nearby stool. “Oh my gosh, this is so good…can you teach me how to make this?”

“Sure,” he said with a genuine smile. “I know you can’t control your cravings, so if you ever want more, just let me know.”

“Thank you!”

They spent some time casually chatting as the soup finished cooking, the gorgon feeling at ease around her. By the time the soup was done and he’d put some in a container for her, he handed another plate of the main dish to her and bid her good night. As she waddled away, he couldn’t shake the image of a penguin returning triumphantly from a hunt and stifled a snort of amusement.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

This is from Vil x Reader -- Overblot Slap:

“Please, don’t look at me… Stop looking at me like that!” Vil screams, cowering away from you. “Why? I wanted to become the most beautiful in the world, but why am I so–so ugly! I’m so ugly!” 

The dorm leader clutches his hair, hyperventilating. Poisonous gas seeps into the hallway.

“Roi de Poison, you’re not ugly,” Rook refutes.

You give him an incredulous expression. Vil looks pretty ugly to you. He hasn’t looked good since you became an unwilling participant in the reality TV show that’s his life. He has such an obsessive and self-important attitude. It pisses you off. 

“Yeah! Neige and Rook didn’t drink the juice!” Kalim agrees. 

You gape at Kalim with wide eyes. Is he excusing Vil’s actions? That man attempted murder! He might not have done irreversible physical damage, but you have psychological trauma. It’s been accumulating since day one. You can’t do this anymore. You have to hit him before he overblots. As a magicless student, you’re pushed to the sidelines during overblot fights. However, you have a personal grudge against Vil. You’ve put up with his pretentious behavior in your house for a month. You’re going to express your feelings with your fists.

“Please, Vil, come to your–”

You stomp up to Vil and slap him. The sound reverberates off the walls. He stares at you. His eyes are wide, and he has a searing red handprint on his face. One of his gloved hands brushes over it in disbelief. You put your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, you’re ugly,” you confirm. “You’ve been acting ugly for a while now. You almost murdered Neige because of your stupid ego and inferiority complex. Not everything is about you. You don’t get to decide you’ve lost the competition before you’ve even performed. You have a whole team behind you. You’re not being a good leader.” 

There’s a period of silence. The dorm leader stares at you. After a moment, you slap him again. 

“Your face pisses me off,” you explain, “Get your act together and stop whining. You have other things to do, like apologizing.”

(this is the first page of the Overblot Slap fanfic. u're welcome and i'm sorry. u're going to be so mad at me. this isn't going to come out in a while. i'm mostly working on Rook x Observant Reader. Then, the Dreaming of You series... however... I will say that once I get Riddle and Azul's finished, I might work on this more)

[kenchann]

uh oh

also change my yuus outfit www

[tartppola]

heavy is the head that wears the crown

[hisui-dreamer]

jamil, who loves showing affection by cooking food for his loved ones, making sure the curry is seasoned to perfection and your favourite dessert to go along with the meal.

and you, with zero spice tolerance but so incredibly overwhelmed with gratitude and affection for how hard jamil's worked. and with your favourite dessert right there enticing you, you're determined to finish every drop of curry on your plate.

...

it doesn't go too well.

indeed, you have finished every drop of curry. but you've also downed around 12 cups of water, and the burning in your mouth is still unrelenting. jamil visibly looks concerned with how much water you're drinking and it's unavoidable you address your non-existent spice tolerance.

jamil sighs, and his eyes show a hint of exasperation you often see when he's following kailm's whims. you avert your gaze to the floor, upset at yourself that you've disappointed him and maybe he hates you now how could you not like his fo-

flick!

ouch! your hands reach up to shield your forehead, and your eyes meet his. not exasperated, maybe slightly, but amused and... loving??

"dummy, don't go forcing yourself to eat what you don't like," he sighs

you timidly explain you could never do that with how much time and effort he puts into his cooking

his smile widens slightly.

"for now, i guess i'll be making more desserts for you then,"

he chuckles at the way your eyes light up.

"here," he feeds you a spoonful of the chilled dessert. "is your mouth still burning?"

oh. you don't think it is anymore.

but your heart sure is.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

They looked up at the towering beastmen beside them with a sheepish grin. "-and why would you want me to go to the market with you?" he asked—fluffy ears flicking as the wolf tilted his head. 

"Well…to tell you the truth, I figured it would be a good idea to bring you since you're…big and tough looking," they admitted. "I wouldn't have to deal with random guys coming up to me and bothering me if you were close since they would be…intimidated." 

At their words, Jack’s fluffy tail began to swish back and forth. The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly and exposed fangs in a small smile. ".... you think I look tough?”

[lemonrin-i]

Ace the type of guy to run away from his feelings but the moment someone other than him hits on you he's running straight back to you

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

It's fine to kiss on the cheek

(A snippet from my TWST fanfic drafts)

Shipping: AceYuu

Tags: Ghost Bride Snippet, Female Yuu, TWST OC, Ace and Yuu pretending to be in a relationship to hopefully fool the ghost bride, Yuu is possessing a doll and Eliza is possessing Yuu's body, There's no kissing...not in this snippet anyway cuz i'm still writing it

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“Puffy, wait a minute, I can’t be tricked any longer.” Eliza began as she walked down the stairs, stopping the upcoming fight with her face stoic and serious. Her eyes lingered on the audience and pointed the bouquet to Cater.

“Why is that guy not know of your relationship? If you really are this girl’s significant other…” Her eyes were cold, making Yuki’s glare intimidating. She then pointed at her own cheek. “Kiss her…right here.”

“What? Uh…” Ace gulped, his hands becoming sweaty. “Wait, i’m not kissing Yu--you…you’re not…her y’know. If I kiss you, you’re cheating on Idia-senpai!” 

“My spirit and her physical form are different, you’re still kissing dear Yuki’s and after this ceremony me and Idia-sama will go to the afterlife as newlyweds.” Eliza said and clasped her hands as she turned around. “And you’ll get her body back.

The room was silent with silent psssts coming from the doll who slowly looked up at Ace.

“What!?” Ace asked in an annoyed tune which he didn’t mean it.

“It’s fine if you kiss my cheek you know.” Yuki said making Ace flushed red, breaking his frustration. His heart beating fast as he choked the doll glaring at it with their faces inches away.

“Are you insane? Why would you agree to something like that?” Ace silently shouted.

“C’mon, It’s not like you’re gonna kiss me on the lips.”

“It’s the same thing!” Ace grumbled and muttered. 

“Ace, you’re my friend, it's fine.” Yuki reassured him. “It won’t mean anything if you don’t put any malicious intent in it. I promise to stay friends even if Cater-senpai bullies you.”

“That’s not what I--” The boy flinched then looked away letting out a sigh as he squinted. “Ugh…fine, it’s life and death after all. I’ll bring this kiss down with my grave.” 

Cater in the background with a microphone:

ACE JUST GOT FRIENDZONED!!!

PEWPEWPEW

[jangmi-latte]

he's so princely he's stuck with that medieval painting pose since the renaissance era

[intoomanyfandomstocount]

Pros of the Twst manga having a new Yuu for each book: Represents how Yuu is meant to represent any player who might play the game because they're a self insert. Each Yuu is unique, likable, and even have parallels or acts as a foil for another character, usually the antagonist. Nice designs.

Cons: WHERE DO THE OTHER YUUS GO? LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO LOBSTER YUU FROM THE HEARTSLABYUL MANGA?? WHY IS HE JUST NOT EXISTENT TO THE CHARACTERS IN THE FUTURE VOLUMES DESPITE THE MANGA GOING IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER OF THE MAIN STORY?? DID THEY GO HOME? ARE THE CHARACTERS NOT AWARE OF ALL THESE DIFFERENT TEENAGERS GETTING TRANSPORTED TO TWISTED WONDERLAND LIKE WHAT--

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

For a Yuu OC

Walker arrives at the school the usual way. They don’t really feel different and take the lack of appetite and sleep down to the major life changes happening. New dorm, a monster to take care of, whole new world full of magic they can’t use, it’s a lot. The take what they can get and keep their head down as much as Grim allows.

Until they face the Overblotted Miner.

Desperate, they smash the jar, cut their hands on the glass, ink on their hands, and they see it. The Miner’s falling one by one due to overmining, the unstable gems causing tempers to rise, until Dopey buries the last of his brothers and succumbs to their own overuse of magic. Walker wakes up crying, a lifetime of knowledge of gems and minerals and jewels settling into their hands and a wish to go home.

Walker goes to the library in-between classes to try and understand more of overblots and what happened with them in particular, but there is nothing. The only recorded documentation of overblots leads to the infected person’s death or complete loss of magic.

Is it because they are magicless that they were able too? That the knowledge or magic, whatever it was, overflows since it has nowhere to go?

It happens again with Riddle.

Except Riddle is alive, and breathing, and still in there. Unlike Dopey, he hasn’t given up, he hasn’t sunk to deep into the dark there. Walker bears witness, pulls the both of them out, and passes out. Crowley drops them at their dorm to rest, not staying to see their eyes moving and hands twitching as they live a lifetime in a few hours. The Queen settles on her throne, whispering to them bout order, madness, invention and nonsense and Daring.

Their fingertips are dipped black, vines crawling up the knuckles, a lace motif incomplete on their wrist. They steal a pair of Deuce’s leather gloves and the lie passes too easily on their tongue that he must have lost them.

They continue on, though they notice that sleep never comes as easily, nor do they seem to need as much to be just as productive. A magic thing? It doesn’t seem to happen to anyone else, but they are different. So different. It's been pointed out so many times. They are already tired of hearing it.

The sabotage of other students isn’t totally surprising, considering it’s a school full of students who glorify villains, but they can’t help the smug feeling when he sets up a damn stampede. Called it!

Leona’s overblot is worse, seeing Ruggle panting for air before they can finally pull him out of Leona’s clawed hands. It must be the sand or the heat causing mirages though. Sometimes it’s Ruggie, and other times the face shifts and changes into something close but not quite. They drag the jar of ink down with them, and bear witness once again.

Jack is the one to carry them to Ramshackle this time, ears flat at the state of the place before leaving, making plans to grab some Savannaclaw students and make some repairs as payment for getting Leona out. He doesn’t see the twitching eyes and hands, the feet that move, the groans of pain.

Walker wakes up with dried sweat sticking to their skin, back aching. they choke, and stares down at the teeth that fall from their mouth.

There is ink on their thighs, African like maybe? It’s not anything they recognizes. At least it’s easier to hide.

The savanna claw students actually pull through though, making basic repairs and spare fabric to reupholster the chairs and couches, in exchange for not speaking anything of Leona’s blot to the outside world. Walker hadn’t intended to, but they will not turn down a gift when needed.

With the bathroom finally in working order, they get to see the damage. The lace motif has formed into full gloves that pull up to their forearms though the pattern has shifted. Roses curl quietly, a spade, diamond, clover and heart hidden in the foliage, a smile hidden on the cure of their wrist bone. Their thighs remained unchanged, though they know the images have moved. The ink moves on their body.

But worse than any of that, is their back. Their shoulder blades frame an oval outline, two jabbed pieces like glass coming together. What is this? Where did it come from? Should they tell-

No. No, what would Crowley even do? He’s encouraged them to take care of everything else themselves, including their dorm. They can figure this out too.

(They should have said something)

Ace and Deuce exchange a glance when they catch Walker covering their laughs or smiles with their gloved hands. Was it always a habit they had that they just missed? Did they always wear gloves? When did they start wearing jewelry with rough cut gems and stones? Deuce only shrugs, taking it as something he simply missed. He isn’t used to actually caring about his ‘friends’, so this is all new to him. But he does trust that Walker is honest. When they say they are fine, he believes them. Ace doesn’t, but if they aren’t in any pain and won’t tell him the truth, it’ll happen eventually.

Something burns in Walker’s throat when they find out about Grim’s deception. Seriously, bartering with his magic? Foolish boy, unknowing of the gift he has. He wastes his potential.

It takes work, the familiar burn of Leona’s magic taste strange in such a humid place, and then there is ink everywhere. Azul’s overblot is tragic in a way that the others didn’t. Perhaps Walker simply relates too much, feeling displaced and judged for something they couldn’t control. They don’t feel surprised when they fall in, firmly pulling Azul from his misery. Jade looks curiously down when your body goes completely limp. There is no twitching of the eyes or hands, you are as limp as a fresh corpse in his hands. Floyd takes one last curious look at you before they collect what is left of their things in Ramshackle, something familiar in your presence. Something old.

You wake up feeling older than salt, older than water, hands clutching at friends you don’t have, at your stomach and ribs. Ink pours down your cheeks.

Write. A voice whispers. There is a journal on the desk, a leather-bound prize you had picked up at your weekly check to the lost and found for clothes and other things that might be useful. You and I both know they only have half the story, a Twisted version. You remember it don’t you dear? Write. Complete our stories.

Grim finds you hours later up in the night, an oil lamp long burned out, but the scratching of your pen is unyielding. He asks if it is normal for humans from your world to have glowing eyes. You lie again and tell him yes.

Ace and Deuce try and bring up your behavior with the others, but this is all they have ever known you as. Quiet, watching, observing, modest. You seem sensitive to sunlight, but Jade conveniently leaves behind a pair of sunglasses that are simply unsuitable to the business now. Otherwise, what is there to say? Ace and Deuce hover but otherwise you seem ok? What else can they do?

Sometimes Grim finds you at night, simply staring into space, writing things down without even looking down at the pages, there are books and books filled at the dorm now with your writing. He has trouble getting you to respond when you are like this, sometimes you sound different or say something weird, but you always come back. He wonders if your going through another growth spurt or something from your world, the dark marks on your stomach curve up into your ribs now.

Jamil looks at you and sees danger, but he needs you in order to make this plan work. But there is something wrong with you. Even with Kalim, bright and distracting as he is, he can feel your eyes. You ask odd things. You called Kalim a Sultan and laughed it off as an accident but it came it so sincerely, so genuinely.

You watch Jamil overblot with open arms, guiding him through with ease. Once is an accident. Twice is coincidence. Three times is a pattern. Four though? Four is planned. Is it Crowley? Fate? You?

Kalim carries you to Ramshackle on the very carpet you stole, your body near lifeless. He hesitates to leave, but Grim convinces him that you are always like this after. He’ll even tell Walker to send a text when they wake up.

It takes an entire night, far longer than usual, but they do wake up. Half of their back is filled with jagged pieces, and their shoulders and arms burn with new black markings similar to Kalim’s Henna. Walker traces the patterns and thinks they pair well with the roses. The Rose disagrees. The Lion simply laughs at her displeasure. The Witch delights in your beauty, the feral and elegant. The Djinn is new and says nothing yet, but he has always chosen his words more carefully.

And so it continues with each overblot. Deeper down Walker goes, the more marks, the more layers. Their feet and ankles decorated with German patterns, the shackles of Grecian around their calves and shins wrapped like leather sandals, a forest of thorns and beasts burned into their chest, a dragon wrapped around their heart. With each one, the whispers get louder, the books get longer, the unused magic, curling into their muscle and sinew and veins, gets stronger.

The jagged pieces are whole. The mirror is complete but shattered. As far as Walker knows, it always will be.

Until it isn’t.

Grim snaps, because of course he does. How could he not? Walker saves them, as they have all the others. They pass out as you have all the others. Around you, the entire school is battered and tired, finally taking the Chimera down, wanting nothing more than to drag you both to Ramshackle for some much-needed sleep.

The mirrors start to hum. The windows black out and reflect only darkness and hands reaching.

The jagged pieces on your back snap into place, whole and complete.

You are pulled into the air by black strings, ink pouring out of your eyes, dropping into puddles on the floor. The ink shakes, ripples, forms, bubbling and rising.

The dorm leaders can only stare in horror as their faces rise from the blot.

No, not themselves. Their puppeteers.

You have saved them so many times. They can do this. Surely, they can still save you.

But what are they saving you from?

[llondonfog]

diasomnia month // prompt 08 — spring

death had been kinder as of late.

forget-me-nots carpet graves almost as soon as the marker has been set in place, a dreamy cushion of blue to ease the aching grief of gathered loved ones. the soldiers fallen in the fields glimpse one final sight of their ravaged bodies cradled by poppies, effervescent and sweet, before they depart for the afterlife— a strange sense of peace to comfort their violent souls. and for the animals, the gentle creatures who nestle in the arms of the earth to return home, a bower of weeping willows with a green-pearled curtain to shelter them in their final hours.

as the heir to their immortal kingdom, such unusual blessings did not go unnoticed from malleus' keen supervision.

he has known the god of the dead for far beyond the mortal realm's ability to comprehend, and lilia has persisted for millennia beyond even malleus' incredible existence. it is not an existence that he is particularly boastful about, though many gods would be— malleus knows of private conversations that he was not meant to hear, of lilia's despair at the endurance of his belief, when malleus' own mother was cast down into the terror of obscurity by the ever-changing whims of humanity. as such, he knows that lilia regards the humans they are meant to shepherd with a sense of bitter apathy; it is not hard to understand, even share his beliefs, when humanity continues to devour itself with senseless wars, the lives of themselves and gods in the invisible balance.

so it is more than peculiar, strange even, that lilia should be taking such an active interest in the weeping and wailing of the very people he despises. and such abnormality calls for a visit— an unprompted one, by the prince of all gods, who prided himself on his ability to prepare for even the worst of circumstances.

(could it be? had lilia finally left for whatever great unknown that awaited gods, had the absence carved into his immortal soul by the loss of malleus' mother and father finally poisoned him so, his duties now carried on by some new and unfamiliar cult figure?)

all of this, malleus was prepared to accept.

malleus was not, however, prepared to find the god of the dead, the lord of the very underworld himself, frolicking in a field of wildflowers with a child laughing and bouncing gleefully on his hip, with baby fat fingers fisted into locks of shadow-slick hair and a smile bright enough to rival the sun.

a child, bearing the blessing of lilia's godly might— a child, malleus realizes with awe and an eerie sense of impending doom, whose very blood sings with lilia's own ichor.

a demi-god.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

This came from Silver's Dreaming of You fanfic:

"Sebek, you're worried about sullying Malleus and Lilia's name, right? Well, you don't have to. You've already done it," you state.

Lilia chokes on air, grabbing onto your shoulder to stabilize himself. Malleus's eyes widen in surprise. Silver gives a sharp inhale. Sebek gapes at you in shock before puffing himself up and yelling.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY I SULLY MY MASTERS' NAMES, YOU IMPUDENT HUMAN!?!?" he bellows.

You turn to Lilia.

"This is what I'm talking about. He's acting racist," you start.

(You're welcome)

[cordiallynx]

The way that Twisted Wonderland and Pomefiore, in specific, have consumed my mind is ridiculous,,,

I have just reached Book 6 and I am in absolute shambles.

[viperwhispered]

For the anything goes prompt: Cater to the rescue! He sees Jamil's cute younger sister with some fishy folk (including th lobster on her head?!) and decides to be an extra friendly upperclassmen.... Maybe brings Trey for back up!

(also, I'd LOVE to be added to the taglist this is SO FUN)

Thank you for the prompt, and glad to hear you've been enjoying this so far! I've certainly been having fun with this.

The 'Anything Goes' Story, part 8

The story where I write whatever you tell me to. You can find more info and the masterlist here.

“Thank you for the offer - Azul, was it? I’m quite fine though, I’m just looking for professor Crewel,” Najma said politely. However, before they could converse further, another voice spoke up.

“Heyy, Najma! Why don't you let Cay-Cay help you out if you've got a problem?”

Najma brightened when she saw the orange-haired young man with a friendly smile. A familiar face, at least, from when Jamil had brought some friends along for Al'ab Nariya.

In Najma’s hands, your lobster form was wriggling and clicking your claws. Najma was starting to worry you might fall out of the headscarf bundle soon, and hefted you up, adjusting her hold on you.

“Hi Cater! Good to see you here,” Najma greeted him, playing up their familiarity. After all, the best way to avoid any potential local swindlers was to be familiar with the locals yourself, wasn’t it?

As always, time for one of you to give me another prompt and we'll see what happens next. As always, first come first served (though no need to be shy, so far everyone's gotten their prompts in).

If you can give your prompt in the notes of this post (so reblog / reply) so that others can see if the next prompt has already been taken, all the better, though I will be updating it here anyway as soon as I see it.

Tag list:

@colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist

@lex752 @perilous-pasta @twstgo

If you'd like to be tagged for this thing (or my writing in general), let me know.

[hylianprincess97]

Arc 3 of Ash Leaves and Willow Preview!!!

“I tell him…” Jamil plucked a flower petal off. “I divorce him and go to Hero City,” he plucked a flower petal again. “I tell him…”

Jamil was on Flower #3, and he kept getting the answer he didn’t want. Was it childish to let a flower make this decision? Maybe, but Jamil didn’t know what else to do. 

“I tell him…” Another petal plucked, “Divorce him and move to Hero City…” He pulled out the petal slowly.

There was only one petal left. Jamil stared at it, realizing this was the third time the petals had chosen this answer, an answer he kept trying to run away from. No more running away, Jamil thought. He plucked off the petal and stared at it, his heart beating faster. “I tell him!” Jamil put the petal in his hoodie pocket, steadying himself. He had woken up alone, Azul presumably downstairs making breakfast. When he comes back, I’ll tell him… The magnitude of how much Jamil’s life was about to change hit him like a bus; he and Azul Ashengrotto were about to be boyfriends. If teenaged Jamil could see this, he would puke and pass out. Jamil reached for his hairbrush on the nightstand and gently swiped it through, starting on the ends, trying to calm his nerves. This was Azul, after all, and he had already told Jamil how he felt…

Ash Leaves and Willow (73244 words) by HylianPrincess97 Chapters: 25/33 Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Azul Ashengrotto/Jamil Viper Characters: Jamil Viper, Azul Ashengrotto, Original Characters, Riddle Rosehearts, Floyd Leech, Jade Leech, Trey Clover, Vil Schoenheit, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper's Father, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper's Mother, Silver (Twisted-Wonderland) Additional Tags: Inspired by Cinderella (Disney Movies), Inspired by Sleeping Beauty (1959), Marriage of Convenience, Forced Marriage, Post-Canon, Disney References, Falling In Love, Magic, Car Accidents, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Jamil Viper-centric, Jamil Viper is Bad at Feelings, Popstar Jamil, this is very self indulgent, Inspired by The Little Mermaid (Disney Movies), Inspired by Tangled (2010), discussion of eating disorders, Angst, Trauma, Drug Addiction, Fluff, Slow Burn, Drug Use, trans femme Riddle my beloved, Background Relationships, Family Member Death, Jamil's Freedom, Scalding Sands (Twisted-Wonderland), Azul's Merform Summary: It had been 5 years since Jamil had signed Azul’s deal, 5 years since Azul had brought Jamil to Coral City, 5 years since Jamil had become a famous pop star, and 5 years since Azul had any hopes that Jamil Viper would ever like him back. Then, everything changed the day Jamil wrecked his car and Azul received a strange clock in the mail.