#one of which was a retainer for the al asim family

[yuri-is-online]

Hey, Yuri, do you think Yuu would ever run the risk of being put in danger by having a romantic relationship with any of the more high-profile members of the cast? I mean, we’ve got royalty, nobility, celebrities, and the very wealthy attending this school. I’ve just been rotating my brain about how these relationships would work out and Yuu is a pretty vulnerable target without NRC’s security. - 🦐

Hmmmmmm. I have a bunch of thoughts about this actually... I tried ranking them from least to most dangerous if that makes sense? But don't read too deeply into the bullet point placements they were mostly just a stream of consciousness thing.

Not that Risky (surprisingly)

Leona- we don't really have details about his brother's marriage, but I don't think his family has been shown to be overly keen on forming alliances with outside countries, the Savannah seems more concerned with itself. I don't think his family would be too fussed with his partner being a magicless person from outerspace, if anything this might be seen as a plus to the councilors that are always mocking Leona behind his back as his partner's lack of royal blood makes him even less fit for the throne. Not to mention Leona himself is more than enough to protect Yuu, he's the only royal at the school without a proper retainer (which you could argue is because no one at home likes him) but I doubt his family would let him do that if he was genuinely in danger.

Rook- he's Rook. His family does sound rather sweet from the very very very little we know about him (he also seems like he was kind of sheltered as a kid, something I should chew on sometime) so I doubt they would allow anything too bad to happen to Yuu.

Vil- his main issue is his contract, the Japanese Idol industry is cut throat and often sees things like bans on relationships as part of the contract. Vil doesn't want to risk his career or reputation, he mentions that he himself is a brand and I can't see him wanting to put that pressure on Yuu if they're not up for it. But... there are also celebrities who have really private personal lives and I sort of get the sense Vil is like that? And I don't think he would be too bothered if Yuu didn't want to be super public, it would certainly make it easier to keep you safe.

Idia- S.T.Y.X. might be a gloomy place but no one knows where it is

Medium Danger (danger is real but can be managed)

Jade and Floyd- we don't actually know what their family does, just that it's probably sketchy and that Mama Leech calls them every day, taught them self defense, and just generally seems to worry about them a lot. The danger is very real under the sea, but I also sort of get the sense that messing with the Leech family is skipping the fuck around and going straight to find out.

Azul- his business is going to make him enemies sooner or later, but at least during school Yuu should be more or less safe. Azul's able to keep on top of the students who mean Yuu harm, and Yuu is able to politely ignore their boyfriend's business (or maybe they have a knack for helping?) When you get older I can see Azul's need for a security team expanding, but he'll have money to get the best.

Riddle- ok so. I don't think his mom would try to kill you. But god she would be such a toxic person to manage. I'm actually working on a (very old) request atm that involves discussing what Riddle's mom might do if she finds Riddle with a partner instead of his studies (which I assume she's paying for) especially during his internship. She'd go full scorched earth and get very confused when Yuu doesn't back off like Trey did.

Huston We Have a Problem

Kalim- the amount of assassination attempts my poor boy has already canonically endured... I imagine there are probably going to be more in his future. I can see Yuu needing their own retainer (which could be a fun concept for an oc) to protect them and test their food. When Grim becomes a great mage I'm sure he could help with that actually, wouldn't that be cute?!

MALLEUS- acceptance of humans is virtually non existence in Briar Valley AND his mother hated humans so much she "blessed" her child to only be loved by fae. We don't actually know how the senate works but I imagine they would lose their ever loving shit if Malleus brought home a human as a friend and now he wants to make them his spouse? No. They say no. Time to show them what an absolute monarchy means I guess.

Assuming Yuu isn't in a relationship with Malleus I could see their friendship actually sort of being a boon to them, especially if Yuu was with Kalim or Azul. Pissing of the merchants is one thing, but the King of the Abyss? No thank you, they'll just take their losses and go.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #shrimp annon #it took everything within me to not add rollo to this list because we don't know if his family has money or not woirebtnoiewnrgoiewsmnygpi #lore in the tags for people who read it: i made some ocs for the fyuuture kid au #one of which was a retainer for the al asim family #who worked for a sibling of kailm's and was a friend of yutu's when he came to twisted wonderland

[blues824]

Housewardens+Jamil with a fem! s/o that opens a dessert cafe at the school to make some cash.

These came out very short, I’m sorry. Also, I’m naming this unofficial dessert cafe ‘Crooks and Nannies’ because that’s how Doc the Dwarf (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves) butchered ‘nooks and crannies’.

Riddle Rosehearts becomes a regular. We all know he has a very big sweet tooth, so this was to be expected. He thought that Trey’s treats had nothing against yours. You inspire him to support small businesses, since they were usually the places that had the best goods.

He doesn’t really complain if you have high prices. With how much attention you give to each individual thing you make, it’s no wonder. Plus, you had to make some profit so that you could pay Crowley to keep your shop running.

Leona Kingscholar doesn’t really have a sweet tooth, but like everyone else he has those moments where he just needs something sweet to finish his meal with. That’s where you come in. He swears by his kingdom that you made the best sweets.

Another person who doesn’t complain about high prices. He is a literal prince, so he has riches in amounts that people could never comprehend. In fact, he donates money to your dessert cafe just to make sure you never shut down.

Azul Ashengrotto sees you as competition at first. However, you bring up something that could bring you both profit. If you both were to partner with each other, Crooks and Nannies with the Mostro Lounge, more people would see it and visit both shops more often.

With this partnership, prices lowered significantly on both parts because you both now had the funds to do so. This meant even more profit. This also meant that Crowley would be making more money as well. It’s a win-win-win situation!

Kalim Al-Asim becomes another regular. He loves when you make tropical-themed desserts to sell because he loves the flavor of the fruits you incorporate, especially coconut. You always have at least one batch of some sort of dessert for him to pick up.

Yet another person who does not complain about high prices. He descends from a long line of merchants, so his family has accumulated wealth throughout the decades. He becomes a major donor to your small business and fully supports you.

Jamil Viper also doesn’t have that much of a sweet tooth. However, you sometimes make savory treats for people who prefer salty rather than sweet foods. You often make egg cups with a topping that depends on the person who called in the order. It wasn’t on your normal menu, but Jamil knew that it was a secret of yours.

He understands the high prices, but he doesn’t particularly like them. He handles the finances for Scarabia, so he doesn’t become a regular. When he does go to you, it’s usually a large order for his whole dorm or because Kalim did good on something.

Vil Schoenheit doesn’t become a regular. He knows that you have options for many different dietary restrictions, so that’s not the issue. The issue is time. He doesn’t have a lot of time to stop by somewhere and get something. However, when he does have the time, he will post a picture of his dessert on his Magicam while tagging the cafe’s account.

He likes to take over the promotion part of your business. While that in itself is a huge contribution, he also donates a lot (not most, just a lot) of his revenue from being an actor to the cafe. That way you can get top-quality equipment and ingredients.

Idia Shroud constantly orders from your cafe online. You have a delivery option, and he hates going places; it works out. In addition to that, he has a huge sweet tooth. Every week, you have a special dessert and he is the first to put in an order for it.

He comes from a very rich family, so he doesn’t really look at prices. He just clicks ‘checkout’ and fills in his information. He likes to make donations from time to time (which is whenever he makes an order) to show his support.

Malleus Draconia wants to become a regular, but can’t because of his retainers. His favorite desserts are either the mochi you make or the soft-serve ice cream you make. He doesn’t have a favorite flavor for either, and when he visits late at night he will tell you to surprise him. He most definitely donates a ton of money. You don’t have to worry about financial complications for the next millennium, alright? And that’s after you upgrade all of your equipment. He also wants you to have the best-quality items just so it’s easier on you. You also have more room in the budget to hire help.

#twst #disney twst #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle #twst leona x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst azul x reader #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul #kalim x reader #kalim al asim x reader #twst kalim #kalim al asim #kalim #jamil viper #twst jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader

[writingforatwistedworld]

Otome au-Character Introduction: Kalim Al-Asim

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, poison

Position:

Heir to the throne of the Scalding Sands

Backstory:

Kalim is the son of the Sultan of the Scalding Sand, the heir to that title. Because of that there is only one single person whom he can trust, his loyal retainer. Whatever is needed will be done by him. For some reason though Kalim can't remember parts of his day, usually after his retainer took care of something or brought him something. Others report that he sometimes acts odd but this is most of the time brushed off by thinking that he either must have had a bad day or caught a cold.

The Al-Asim family reigns over the country which is the trade center of the world which means that there are many after Kalims life. Though for some reason that doesn't seem to concern him.

How did he become Self-aware?

Everything in Kalims life seems to be perfect. A bit too perfect if you question it. Things just fall into his lap whilst others struggle to achieve them. His retainer also mentioned that one time. However, one day things got awry. A family member of his managed to smuggle a very dangerous and incurable poison into his food after the food was already tested. Anyone else would have died but Kaim survived. And he saw something. Before his inner eye the truth of this world unraveled and showed him that he and his retainers, Jamil, were rivals in a game. Whilst he had been blessed with good fortune because he was a main character Jamil was fated to be forever imprisoned by being turned into a jinn. Despite knowing that one day his dearest friend would betray him he tried to prepare for when the story began. The plan was simple: keep his friend happy and away from danger. Of course, he always feared whenever he thought about what was about to happen but then he remembered the gentle eyes from that one moment when he had been poisoned. He had to avoid the original plot but maybe, just maybe he could also indulge in your love.

How wonderful it was to be born to love and be loved!

More to be added...

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #twisted wonderland otome au #tw: yandere #tw: possessiveness #tw: obsession #tw: poison

[traumxrei-archive]

【 it's been a long, long time 】

author's note: the ask that started it all. i'm not even gonna deny it anymore, i lost, i love jamil viper sm, i brainrot about him daily, i wrote a fic for him, even- for the full experience, put on this song when you get to That Part of the fic (you'll know when you get there hehe) enjoyyy <33

characters: gn! prefect, jamil viper, the viper family

word count: 2.8k

tags: family dinner with the vipers!, childhood memories :'))), jamil introspection bc i angst for this man, yearning, who doesn't love yearning ?, literal slow dancing in the dark, kissing. i- yes.

[ read it on ao3 for the kicks ! ]

Under the guiding light of the moon, they stared at their boyfriend— Jamil Viper’s back; who was very adamantly leading them away from the ruckus his family was making. They just had a lovely dinner with the Vipers, at Jamil's bashful request. They knew his family was busy. But  Jamil had come home for the first time in a while, and he brought his partner? They wouldn't have missed it for the world, they claimed!

Throughout the dinner they tried to ignore as Najma kept sending Jamil subtle looks, clearly teasing her older brother. It was kind of funny seeing Jamil frown so outwardly for once, and even funnier watching him nudge Najma in the ribs whenever her comments got a little too loud for his liking.

His parents, meanwhile, had resorted to telling them all about how Jamil was as a child. "He was such a sweet child! He and Lord Kalim used to..." or "Remember that time when he tried to ride a bicycle because Lord Kalim wanted to learn..." or "Ah, that time he entered a competition and won second place next to Lord Kalim..."

Jamil had completely pulled the hood over his head when that had started, no doubt hiding the furious blush raging across his face. They were half-tempted to reach over and pull the hood back, just to see the startled expression on their boyfriend's face. (But they knew he would’ve glared at them if they did, so they refrained.)

But the one thing they noticed was that...his parents couldn't help but mention Kalim all the time. As they were talking about Jamil, praises for the Al-Asim family and the "master" that Jamil served fell from their lips naturally. So naturally, in fact, they couldn't help the stab of disappointment they felt as they kept listening.

Now it was clear to them that no matter how much they loved him, Jamil's wants and needs were always going to be second to their collective duty as the Al-Asim's retainers. They loved him, yet somehow they valued their honor more. Still, they couldn't deny that they were lovely people despite their faults.

As soon as the intention to help clean up after dinner left their lips, Jamil was pulling them away from the table. Jamil's dad chuckled, a deep baritone, picking up all the plates before they could make a grab for them.

"There's no way we would let a guest help out with the chores, little one," Jamil's mom had scolded lightly, giving them a pat on the shoulder.

"I'm sure that Jamil is dying to have you to himself," Najma said, a sweet smile behind her teasing words. "So you guys should go!"

They didn't even get a chance to reply before Jamil was dragging them away. Which brought them back to the present. The hallways were quiet, save for the rustling of their movements. Jamil's hand is warm against theirs as they pass by identical hallways that he must know by heart, the silence a comforting weight against their shoulders.

After a lengthy walk, Jamil finally stopped in front of a door, turning towards them, "Would you like to open it?" They nodded, unsure of what was happening before opening the door.

It opened with a loud creak, startling a squeak out of the Prefect before they stepped inside. There was a bed in the corner, propped underneath a large window overlooking the courtyard below. Slivers of moonlight illuminate the rest of the room: the small, cramped desk, the bookshelf and dresser in one corner, and the framed photos scattered across the wall.

Oh, they realize belatedly. This was Jamil's room. The very one that he must've had since he was a little boy.

They don't dare to take another step, watching as Jamil's hands nursed a lantern to life; its intricate patterns sprawling like spiderwebs across the walls of the darkened room. He sat down on the floor, beckoning them to join him.

"Everything's still the same," His voice was wistful— a mere whisper carried by the cool night breeze; a relieving contrast to the scalding daytime heat.

They sat next to him, watching as he searched for something under his bed. His expression shifted to one seemingly of delight as he found something. Of all the things that he could've been searching for, they didn't expect him to pull out a gramophone. He fixed the horn onto the machine, while they picked up a pair of dated headphones from the box.

"This was where all my amusement would come from when I was younger," Jamil flicked through the many records lined up in the box– truly a treasure trove hidden under his bed. "I remember haggling for these in the markets as I ran my errands. They were stubborn old men, but they never led me astray with music. If they said something was good, it was."

The Prefect couldn't help but chuckle, "Still the same as ever, I see." Their voice was softer than they would've liked, the words lined with the fondness they had in their heart for the one in front of them.

Yet they couldn't help but remember the stereo that Jamil kept in his room back at the Scarabia dorms, a pair of newer headphones attached to it; always. And they had seen the countless DVDs that Jamil had painstakingly collected, all pawned from different shops in the little town at Sage Island.

"Old habits die hard," Jamil's movements were like clockwork as he flipped a record in his hand, sweeping off the dust as he slid it into place.

The gramophone came to life as he moved the needle into place. A simple adjustment to the volume, and there was the sound of a lilting trumpet, accompanied by violins and instruments that they couldn't name filling the room.

Jamil stood as the trumpets kept on, "Come on, Prefect. Dance with me?" With his outstretched hand and such an unguarded expression, they knew there was little Jamil Viper couldn't squander away from them at that moment.

They stood, stumbling over their feet already as Jamil pulled them into a slow swing, "I-I'm not very good at this..."

A huff that sounded like laughter brushed against their cheek as Jamil pulled them close, "It doesn't matter. Let loose. Feel the music." They grasped Jamil's arm and shoulder as Jamil led them around the room.

It startled them when a lady's voice started to croon over the instruments, meeting Jamil's eyes. There was an unabashedly star-struck look on his face, one that could reduce them to a puddle of embarrassment if they let it. Instead, they leveled his stare, even as the voice sang sweet nothings into the air between them.

Jamil spun them gently, prying a laugh from their lips as he drew them back into his embrace. He hummed along as she sang, and they vaguely wondered what Jamil sounded like when he sang. (But that was a thought for another time.)

"Distracted?" He asked as the voice pandered out and the trumpets picked up once again.

"By you, yeah," The Prefect replied, smiling at the way Jamil's shoulders jumped slightly. They were endlessly amused by how simple words could startle such an unshakable person.

He retaliated by suddenly shifting his weight, causing them to fall— right into a dip, "What a tease you are." Their heart had leaped into their throat, grip tightening on his sleeves. He seemed amused by that, his eyes creasing at the corners.

They huffed as Jamil tugged them up, causing them to fall into him more, "You're the one that asked."

As the orchestra joined in, their steps slowed, until they were shuffling; mere centimeters separating them. They couldn't take their eyes off him. That look was still on his face, even as his gaze flicked down to their lips. Then back up to their face and back down once again. They stayed locked in an embrace, even as the song faded out into a crackle. It was like he was waiting— for some instruction or permission that he was allowed to do something—

They finally found their voice, lips parting, "You should take the song's advice." Their mouth felt dry as Jamil's expression shifted.

A raised eyebrow, clearly a challenge, "And what advice is that, exactly?"

They had a lump in their throat as they recalled the melody; shaky voice fumbling over the words, "Kiss me once, and kiss me twice, then kiss me once again..."

They were immediately met with lips capturing their own; in a kiss so raw and tumultuous. Their knees quivered yet Jamil held them firm, kissing them with so much fervor it almost left them scalded. Jamil, Jamil, Jamil, their mind repeated, abandoning all thoughts that weren't of him, because he was— beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. They pushed back with the same intensity, not wanting to lose when they knew they felt that same feeling of desperation rushing through their veins at that very moment

He pulled away for a short moment before pressing a second kiss against their lips; though this time unhurried and gentle. They place a caress on his hair, the ornaments clinking as they smoothed a hand over his braids. How they wished they could have him like this forever.

A sigh against their lips made their skin tingle as he pulled away a second time. He leaned in one last time, this time pressing a lingering peck against their lips.

"...It's been a long, long time," His voice was hoarse as he sang his reply, yet it was the most lovely thing they had ever heard. They were sure there was a dopey smile on their face as they admired him, their beautiful lover, under the sparse lantern light.

But something distracted him too quickly, and he opened his mouth, "I should take you back to your room. It's already this late, and I'm sure you'd like to sleep." Ah. He had been relaxed all this time, and now he finally remembered his "position." They almost frowned at the thought of this mood being ruined by something that didn’t ever matter to them.

There was no going around the question, so they asked one of their own, "You want me to leave?"

"That's..."

They knew it was a loaded question. One that Jamil wouldn't be able to answer. But they could wait— for an answer that wasn't something so textbook, as expected of him since he was younger. They could wait however long it took for an answer that was simply his.

"I'd like it if you stayed," Jamil's words rushed out hurriedly. "I mean...would you stay with me?" The grip on their waist tightened in anticipation of their answer. His eyelashes fluttered as he looked away from them.

"It's funny that you think I'd rather be elsewhere right now," They said, trying to catch his gaze. "Hey. C'mon, silly, look at me."

It took a little while before dark grey eyes met theirs once more, "There we go."

"Stop this already," He mumbled, but he leaned closer still.

"There's no place I'd rather be than by your side," They state proudly, giving him a smile. "I'm staying. Today, tomorrow, and the next day, and...this is getting cheesy..." They cough; embarrassed, "You get it, right?"

"You're going to be the death of me," Jamil murmured, thumb brushing against their cheek ever so lightly. "Hayaati wa qalbi." The words send a shiver down their spine though they don't understand them.

"What's that supposed to mean?" They asked as Jamil finally brought them over to his bed. He turned off the gramophone and their hands find his braids, untangling them. (It would've been faster with magic, but they knew Jamil liked it when they did it instead.)

"It wouldn't be any fun if you knew what it meant," Jamil was smiling at them with the same gentleness the moon used to tide over oceans. They felt themself being inexorably pulled towards him, giving in to the gentle push and pull of his orbit.

"That's so not fair," They tug on one of his braids, earning them a swat to the thigh. "C'mon, you can't be keeping secrets to yourself."

"It's a pet name," Jamil said nonchalantly, turning towards them as they finished with undoing his hair. "Kind of like baby or honey."

"Jamil Viper," They try to look stern, but they were sure it didn't work. "I'm not falling for your tricks. I asked what the words meant, not what they were." He smiled, raising his hands as if he was caught.

In the end, Jamil clammed up about the words, even though their badgering was relentless. He only smiled at them, shaking his head and they wondered if it was important at all. They knew they meant something to him, or else he wouldn't have said it at all. And they could feel what he meant through the way he said it.

Hayaati wa qalbi. To them, it was just his way of saying "I love you." And they fell asleep, to the soothing hum of Jamil's voice and the warm hand brushing against their hair. He was humming that song again, the lyrics still stuck in their mind:

You'll never know how many dreams I dreamed about you,

Or how empty they all seem without you,

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again...

It's been a long, long time.

[ omake : حياتي وقلبي ]

Jamil opened his eyes when he finally heard their breathing even out. "Hey," He tried, only to be met with silence, their face curled against his shoulder.

Good. They were asleep.

"Hayaati wa qalbi," He breathed the words with reverence against their temple, chest filling with feelings too large to quantify with mere words. "It means 'my life and my heart.' I thought it was fitting for you, because..."

Because..? Why exactly did he choose those words?

His life. They were one of the only people, scratch that— the only person who he knew loved him unconditionally. He knew that they would love him, whether he chose to stay at the Al-Asim household, or if he ran away to chase his dreams when the crossroads finally caught up to him. He could see himself with them, years and years in the future; something that the past-him would've never thought to have ever experienced in his lifetime.

And his heart. They reminded him how good it fucking felt to live. Really live, as someone who wasn't just a dutiful servant. The few months that he had been dating them and the long months he spent yearning for them— they had been the most alive he felt in years . They taught him from scratch how to embrace his hobbies; accompanying him to musty antique stores, getting tickets to dance competitions, hell, even going as far as to make him completely abandon his animosity towards performing for once in his life.

There was so much more he could thank them for— so much that it made him choke on those three little words anytime he tried to utter them. But they never frowned upon that. With every failed attempt of professing his love, they were always there to pick him up— stitching him together with hands so gentle he could almost believe in their sincerity. And yet he was still afraid.

‘Old habits die hard’, yes, that was true. He couldn't help but let those thoughts eat at him; a slow, all-consuming autophagy because surely the only person he was hurting was himself. And he saw the flicker of sadness in their eyes whenever he would slip up, showing them the doubts needling around cautious words and actions like a pest. He knew he was getting better at it, but wanted to try harder; for their sake. For the sake of that smile on their face— the very one he wanted to protect.

So this was the best he could give them for now: hayaati wa qalbi. Words that he could say and mean. Words that they couldn't possibly understand. Words that he could only whisper the meanings of as they slumber, for fear of ripping out his own heart and baring it to them to do as they pleased.

Jamil wet his lips, trying again, "I thought it was fitting because that's exactly what you mean to me. You're my life and heart. So please...stay with me forever, as you promised." He couldn't help but struggle around the last few words, illogical tears welling up in his eyes as he pulled them closer.

Yes, for now, this would be enough. For his life and his heart, he swore, belonged to them and them only. Today, tomorrow, the next day, and the next. Forever, forever, and always.

thank you for reading this impromtu little thing i wrote for mr. viper ! if you'd like to check out more of my work: my ao3 + twst masterlist

#/trau writes #/trau fics #literally gonna k*** him #it's up to interpretation whether that is kiss or kill #i wrote this in five hours #i'm still shaking #emotional damage #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst fics #twst fic

[murdereraisuha]

I have this AU idea that I’m going to call a Pair Swap AU. Basically, characters are grouped into pairs, then the relationship dynamics between all the pairs are swapped around. Then, it turns into a challenge to figure out how the new dynamic would work for each pair and what the resulting changes in backstory/personality/story would be. To make sure the characters aren’t completely warped, the rules are that neither their base personalities nor their unique magic should drastically change.

For example, for the main cast of TWST, a possible arrangement of pairs and dynamics:

Riddle & Trey = Childhood Friends

Ace & Deuce = Bickering 1st Years

Leona & Ruggie = Boss and Henchman

Jade & Floyd = Twins

Kalim & Jamil = Master and Servant

Vil & Epel = Mentor and Rebellious Mentee

Ortho & Idia = Android and Creator

Lilia & Malleus = Experienced and Inexperienced Immortals

Silver & Sebek = Knights in service to the same person

Then, after rearranging them, I have:

Riddle & Trey = Master and Servant

Ace & Deuce = Knights in service to the same person

Leona & Ruggie = Childhood Friends

Jade & Floyd = Android and Creator

Kalim & Jamil = Twins

Vil & Epel = Bickering 1st Years

Ortho & Idia = Experienced and Inexperienced Immortals

Lilia & Malleus = Mentor and Rebellious Mentee

Silver & Sebek = Boss and Henchman

To start with, I’ll explore how the new dynamics for Kalim & Jamil and Jade & Floyd might work under the cut. If anyone’s interested in this, I’ll make more posts.

First off, just want to note that I am not going to try and fit the new story to the Disney movies, it is going to be based solely on how the backstory/personality changes might impact the original plot.

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For Kalim and Jamil to be twins, one needs to be transferred to the other’s family, so we’ll turn Jamil into Jamil Al-Asim. Furthermore, in canon, Jade and Floyd’s twin dynamic specifically has them be equals without any concept of an older or younger brother, so for this AU Jamil and Kalim are also treated as equals. They are both considered the heirs of the family, and when they grow up it is expected that they either inherit the family business together or just choose 1 of them to inherit it.

Since Jamil isn’t forced to hold back for Kalim’s sake now, he can freely flaunt his talents. He consistently surpasses Kalim, which could lead to something like Farena & Leona’s situation where everyone fawns over Jamil but dismisses Kalim. However, given Jamil’s unique magic and his more abrasive behavior in canon post-chap4, maybe the servants + family become split, with some backing Jamil and his greater talent while others back Kalim and his greater approachability. Then we get a situation where they’re both subconsciously or consciously envious of the other, creating tension in their relationship beneath the surface level impression they give off of being twin brothers on good terms with each other.

At NRC, I think it could go either way on who’s the dorm leader and who’s the vice dorm leader depending on the previous guy’s criteria for choosing his replacement, but I think it’s more likely Jamil would get the top position even with Kalim putting more effort into improving his skills. For the new chapter 4, this could just turn into a role-swapped version of the canon one, but I’m digging the equality thing I have going on so I think it would be fun to have an even split in the dorm, the same as back home, where some people are just fine with Jamil being the dorm leader while other people think that Jamil is too unrelatable/scary and they want Kalim in the lead instead. This then leads to conflict between the twins, and around overblot time they both finally let loose their frustrations and how inferior the other has made them feel. The ending lesson/revelation is that they don’t have to let others drive a wedge between them and they don’t need to fight, so the aftermath is them beginning to work through all those years of conflict.

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I wanted this arrangement of pairs + dynamics to be interesting but not overly hard to figure out, which is why Jade & Floyd as Android & Creator was the very first one I thought of. Since Floyd is canonically a genius and very fast learner, it’s not too much of a stretch for him to get good at robotics. Then, Jade’s butler-like behavior and skills translate well into him being an android created to handle stuff that Floyd doesn’t want to deal with.

In this AU, Floyd is now an only child (though maybe that wasn’t always the case ouo). I feel like he might have befriended Azul earlier and/or developed a more cautious/melancholy attitude due to the absence of his responsible partner in crime. When they go on land to attend NRC, electronics catch Floyd’s eye, and before he reaches winter break of their 1st year, Jade has come into existence. 

I don’t have the details fleshed out for Immortal Ortho & Idia, but I think I’ll keep Ortho as a kid, so Jade is also going to retain his 17 year old appearance. I feel like Jade would look less obviously robotic than Ortho, cause why make an android based on yourself if you’re not going to go all the way and give them the ability to completely impersonate you. Like canon Ortho, Jade isn’t registered as a student, so he can attend classes in place of Floyd without having his own classes/grades to maintain. He also can’t be vice dorm leader, so Floyd officially gets that position now. Jade is basically the honorary vice dorm leader though. 

I think they would still kind of be the same as in canon regarding working with Azul and stuff at Mostro Lounge, but there’s going to be subtle differences. For example, if Floyd is not basing Jade off of a dead brother, he might be more dismissive of Jade’s wants and feelings since Jade was made solely to serve him. On the other hand, if Jade IS Floyd’s dead brother, it’ll definitely be less straightforward. Floyd's existing chaotic nature + any additional temperamentalness due to lingering grief makes him difficult to predict. Would he be more awkward, not sure what to do now that he has Jade again? But it isn’t really Jade, is it. Unlike Idia who may have had a way to convert Ortho’s brain to digital data or something so the android Ortho is really his brother Ortho, the best Floyd can probably do is make an AI based on his fleeting memories of Jade. So, is this Jade? Can he even call this android by the name Jade? Is he forcing this completely new person to be someone who’s long dead?

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I’m kind of torn on how the new story chapters are going to work. Characters are still in the same dorms as before, so do I keep the 1 dorm per chapter and focus on the dorm leader? Do I keep the 1 dorm per chapter but shift focus to the paired characters so I neglect Azul but show off the Leechs? Or do I completely mess around with the story, so chapter “3″ is still on Azul but I put in a new chapter somewhere for the Leechs? Idk. Anyone who has ideas to add onto this, feel free to add ‘em

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[curekibouka-writing]

Rid of Poison (twst one-shot fanfic)

Summary: Poisons shouldn’t exist. He wouldn’t let them.

*Spoilers for main story episode 4*

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Word count: 825

A/N: This is for prompt 15 (Poison) from the TwstOBer list by @raven-at-the-writing-desk​. Haha I only did this one prompt this is definitely not what Inktober is supposed to be

*This fic is also on FF.net and Quotev

“Jamil! Hang in there! JAMIL!” 

A young boy had screamed the name of his most beloved friend, even as his voice cracked, even as the adults dragged him away. 

Those children did nothing wrong. 

And yet they grew up in the cradle of poison. 

He had learnt about the word when he was even younger. Because it was easy to learn a word when you had firsthand experience. 

“Poison. A substance that causes injury, illness or death to living organisms,” he had muttered glumly back then, “Life would be so much better if these things didn’t exist.” 

It was to be expected, everyone assured (ironically providing no reassurance), because he was Kalim Al-Asim. He was born to suffer, and people were born to suffer for him. 

Still, for the following days, he nestled up beside Jamil’s bed for as long as the adults allowed him to — which was never quite enough. And he had listened to Jamil’s frail breaths...

...fearing, for he didn’t know if it would stop all of a sudden. 

“Hey, has the culprit been securely locked up?” 

...raging, for his friend deserved nothing like this. 

“When are they gonna pass the sentence? What’s it gonna be?” 

...and hating. 

He would never forgive the one who did this. 

Never. 

They would pay for this. 

He would make sure of it. 

“Alright, dad. Have your way with them.” 

He wished the adults would do something about the culprit, albeit not knowing what exactly they do with these scums, nor did he ever think he would agree with their ways. 

But the fear, the rage and the hatred said otherwise. 

“NOt eNoUGh!”

they screeched in sync with every frail breath he heard. 

One afternoon when the sky cried like never before, he had had it with their cacophonies. He needed to do something to silence them. 

So he found himself before the gate to the underground dungeon. 

“YeS, cOMe tAKe a PEeK.” 

He did swear to make sure they’d pay, didn’t he? 

“ANd sEe wHAt pOWeR yOUr WiShiNG coMmANds.” 

The sky cried harder. 

It was red. The chains were red, the walls were red, the floor was red. 

Kalim backed away, retracing his steps, retracing a piece of rationality he didn’t know he lost. 

Why did he come here? What did he expect to find here? 

The fear, the rage and the hatred didn’t scream anymore. Instead they cackled.

Red was their favourite colour. 

They’d reach deep to crystallise your heart into a ruby. Entranced to touch it, ensnared to release it, you soon find yourself trapped within a cave. 

But it would be no cave of wonders. 

They had injected poison in the ruby. A poison that would make you ill with hallucinations, and you’d desperately extend a hand to retain a single sliver of security—

Staining other innocents with their beloved red in the process. 

He’d recognise this colour best, he grew up in its cradle after all. He had seen so much, when red had dripped from an assailant’s dagger, when red had splattered over his siblings’ limbs, when red had oozed out from his own injuries... 

...when red had torn its way through Jamil’s throat before he collapsed. 

They were all the same, same as the red before his eyes right now. 

Because everyone was the same. Everyone ventured into some cave wanting to find safety, wanting to feel in control. No one ever took notice of the craze in their own eyes when they grabbed the ruby. 

No one ever took notice of the rationality they lost when fear and rage and hatred had poisoned them. 

“Life would be so much better if these things didn’t exist.”

He ran. Out of the dungeon, out of the cave. Not safe, not in control, but he refused to be tempted any longer. He hated red. Red hurts people, and as far as he was concerned, being hurt is not something he’d like to happen to him, nor Jamil, nor his family. 

Then why must it happen to other people?

Poisons shouldn’t exist. He wouldn’t let them. 

So he’d get rid of fear. 

“Jamil... you alone would never betray me, right?” 

So he’d get rid of rage. 

“It’s all my fault...! I drove Jamil up the wall without even noticing. He really isn’t the kind of guy who would do those things!” 

So he’d get rid of hatred. 

“I’m swo glad you’rre alive... so gwad you’re aliiiiive...!” 

He’d have faith instead, make excuses instead, and forgive instead. Under all circumstances. No matter how much he needed to feel safe, no matter how much he needed to feel in control, he’d rather traverse the vast desert than return to the cave. 

He can always make an oasis after all. 

But please, don’t poison his water. 

He only wanted to have faith. 

“We’re best friends, right?” 

Even if it were an excuse. 

“We’re best friends, right?” 

He was determined to forgive. 

“We’re best friends.”

“Right?” 

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The End

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[capricities]

Chapter 2

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In a world where everything is at the touch of your fingertips, where you can have access to information from all across the globe with a push of a button, it was no surprise that the world soon found out about his Sobo’s unfortunate death.

Sobo’s death spread like wildfire, with multiple people from around the world sending their condolences, both half-hearted and not. Sobo’s wake was equally as full, with several families paying their respects, from world leaders to other oligarchs and matriarchs.

Several faces came and went, most of which Yuu barely even recognised —with the exception of the Shroud’s once again, he really liked them, though their appearance to such an event when they were manifestations of the god of the underworld was questionable at best. He was glad Hatsuko was doing most of the talking, even though he had to occasionally interact with one of the more —for lack of better term— stuck up and bratty types. 

The wake would only be held for one day before they cremated her body. They mainly passed their condolences to the head of the clan, his Sofu, who hadn’t left his wife’s body. His Sobo was laid in a bed of chrysanthemums, and if Yuu didn’t know any better, he would have assumed she was just asleep.

It was sad to know that only death could bring the entire Eshima clan together. Most of which were probably waiting for the release of Sobo’s will apart from actually weeping and grieving. It was rather vile and twisted, but it was the family dynamic, had been for centuries.

Yuu ended up staying in the corner of the room, sitting beside an already sleeping Kalim, who arrived a few hours later. He only interacted when someone asked —just as Hatsuko had instructed, and only during his mother’s insistence— and honestly, preferred talking to Kalim. But he couldn’t do that when said boy was off in dreamland.

He was tempted to walk around, maybe he’d be lucky enough to meet another person his age? Maybe he’d bump into a few people he’d met before. He just...wanted to leave this place. It was suffocating if that made sense, even though nothing was keeping the air from his lungs (He never was good at describing his emotions). He carefully repositioned the sleeping Kalim into a more comfortable position —which was essentially anything that didn’t strain his neck— and motioned for Jamil.

Jamil nodded as he approached Kalim, who had immediately cuddled into Jamil the moment he sat down beside the young Al-Asim. Yuu could feel Jamil’s soul leave his body. Being Kalim’s retainer must’ve been a lot of work, and they were the same age!

Yuu scanned his surroundings for his sister. She would stop him from doing anything, from talking, playing, running out to get fresh air…and he really needed that. He slowly sidled out of the room, following a few people out with him (it was by luck that there were people leaving, it was some family from the Rose Kingdom he never really talked too).

As he stepped onto the cement pavement, feeling giddy that he managed to pull it off, he ran towards the foyer which overlooked the oceans of the place. It was tradition to let the family lay with the elements related to their sign. Since his grandmother was born on the year of the water dragon, it sort of made sense why the wake was being held by the ocean.

 Yuu leaned on the railing as he stared at the way the waves crashed against the rocky shore --no one ever said the beaches here were covered in fine white sand-- watching the way the seagulls dove into the ocean, successfully catching fish, squawking in delight.

He brought out a hand and outstretched it towards the ocean, letting the magic within him flow out as he visualised a bunch of snowflakes. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips as curled his hand into a fist before opening it once more. He opened his eyes and smiled to himself as he succeeded. A small flurry of snow surrounded the boy.

“Sobo...may you rest in peace.” He whispered as he shaped around the snowflakes into the silhouette of a dragon, turning his hand into a fist once more. Slowly taking shape of the all too familiar sign, he moved his hand to make the dragon slither around him. “May you guide me-” The flakes of snow stopped haphazardly, suspended in the air before Yuu could finish his sentence. 

Yuu blinked as the dragon slowly disintegrated, turning into...sand? Yuu rose a brow as he tried to create the dragon once more but frowned as it turned into sand faster than before. He turned around and met the gaze of a familiar lion, who was deadpanning at the Eshima.

“Minors can’t use magic in public places without a permit, it’s against the law.” Leona yawned as he brought his hand down, placing it on his hips. Honestly, the kid was going to get in trouble if he didn’t do anything.

Yuu decided to ignore Leona’s warning and focused on asking about his magic instead. “Was that elemental magic? Earth right! C-can you teach me how to-” Yuu rambled. His magic was cool, even though it did stop him from casting his own.

Leona sighed. “It’s my unique magic...” He trailed as he set his gaze anywhere but the curious 8-year-old. 

Yuu perked. Hatsuko had told him about Leona’s unique magic is dangerous, but what was so dangerous about that! It was cool! Amazing! Powerful! Maybe Hatsuko was just jealous since she didn’t have her own unique magic yet. “That’s so cool!”

Leona felt his soul leave his body. Did he really not get it? He could kill with his unique magic and he calls it...cool? Just what world was this kid living on? He sighed, bringing a hand to massage his temples. “It isn’t cool, it’s dangerous. I- I hurt someone with it, and people hate me for it. Everyone does.” He stated, remembering how he had used it on his nanny. 

Yuu paused before raising a brow up. “Did you mean to hurt them?”  He asked curiously. Crossing his arms on his chest.

Leona tilted his head, his ears twitching slightly. “Well no-”

“Then why are they so afraid. It’s not as if you wanted to do it. You don’t seem like the guy who’d hurt someone.” Yuu stated matter of factly.

“It isn’t that simple herbivore-”

“How is that not simple, a while ago you seemed like you had perfect control over it. And you said it yourself, it was an accident, which means it would’ve only happened if you just manifested it.” He shrugged. “They’re just being idiots since they’re scared of it. It’s rare to have magic like that after all.”

Leona sighed for what would be the umpteenth time. “You don’t understand.”

“Well, I don’t understand how someone can be so dumb. It was manifesting. You wouldn’t know how to control it. And then they blame it on you for being unable to control something so foreign. That’s wrong.” Yuu said.

Leona blinked, his tail swishing against Yuu’s leg. “Unique Magic manifests during your most desperate time. Keep that in mind, herbivore.” Leona said as placed his hand on Yuu’s head, lightly ruffling his hair.

Yuu huffed. “Eh, your magic is still cool, and my point still stands. You sound like Jamil-san. Always being so…pestic” He announced. 

“Pessimistic.” Leona said with an amused chuckle.

“Yeah that. ” Yuu declared as he brought his gaze to his shoes.

Leona’s ears perked at the sound of other footsteps, the characteristic tap of heels against the concrete in a strict pattern. A sound distinct, yet masked. Leona was aware that he may have overstayed his welcome, or at least with how much he was allowed to be near the kid. 

Leona removed his hand from Yuu’s head. “I have to go.” 

“Ehhh, but I still want to ask more about your unique magic.” 

Leona paused. “Your naivety is going to get you killed one day.” He sighed. 

Leona had put a good amount of distance between him and Yuu, and Yuu was confused as to why he had done so. He turned his head and the realisation hit. Right..Hatsuko didn’t like him talking to Leona...or anyone except Kalim, for that matter. But he still wanted to talk to him.

Hatsuko approached her brother, head held high, glaring at Leona but not quite at the same time. A rather intimidating aura surrounded her. “Yuu, the ritual is about to start, as the next heir, you need to be there.” She said as she patted his shoulder, a hint of venom in the way she stressed the word heir. 

Yuu felt afraid of his sister, a feeling he hadn’t felt since last year. Leona’s presence was a bit comforting, but they weren’t close like he was with Kalim, so his anxiety was evident. He silently nodded, head downcast. “Yes, niisan.” He said weakly, not wanting to protest to an evidently mad Hatsuko.

Hatsuko smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She took her brother’s hand and gently tugged him. Yuu hesitantly followed. His eyes still trained on the floor. Another meeting cut short, once again. 

Yuu turned to look at Leona, who was looking at him with a small smirk on his face. “Next time, I’ll teach you how to play chess.” Leona mouthed, hoping that his simple message could be received. 

Yuu smiled before turning back to face forward. All he understood was “next time” but that was enough to give him a bit of hope. As he followed Hatsuko obediently, he couldn’t help but wonder. 

When was next time?

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Kalim yawned as he sat up. Jamil had shaken him awake, saying something about how they were going to start some eulogy or something. Kalim rubbed his eyes as he took in his surroundings. Everyone was seated now, but he could still hear their faint whispers, the murmurs, and the incessant chatter.

“Ryoichi is missing, isn’t that kind of disrespectful considering he’s the first son.”

“Maybe that’s why his son is the next heir.”

“Skipping a generation, he must’ve done some pretty bad things.”

Kalim didn’t understand what they were talking about, then again, he never paid attention. Most of the time he was just there, happily going on about his day, pestering Jamil. Talking with his dad’s multiple wives. Generally just being him. He never really heard about rumours like this.

“It’s a rumour, but they might divorce.”

Jamil looked at Kalim, who was visibly saddened at what he was hearing. Jamil usually let these rumours go through one ear and out the other, so he sort of expected Kalim to do the same. Maybe it was because he cared about Yuu. They were pretty good friends after all.

Jamil already knew that the world he and Kalim were seeing was just a sliver of what was really there. They were just scratching the surface, and quite frankly, Jamil didn’t want to know what underneath.

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