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rendy-a · 1 year

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👉️👈️ I miss the pet au, so I'm sending in another request for it~ XD How would Riddle, Azul, Vil, and Sebek act if their master surprised them with a picnic one day? They're always working so hard, so their master thought it'd be a nice way to treat them and let them relax. Please take as much time as you need! Thank you if you do this!

Well, it has certainly been a minute since we’ve visited the Pet Au! I’m glad to return to it now. Thank you so much for the request. I hope you enjoy it!

Insists its unnecessary. He is just doing his duty as a companion pet! If you persist, he will surely join you. The eagerness in which he asks about what you might be serving betrays his interest.

Tea? How delightful. Cake? What a treat. Sitting on the ground? How…quaint. He will try his best to hide his discomfort from you but the way he sits so perfectly straight on the picnic blanket betrays him. Offer to move your picnic to a table and he will be most grateful.

Once seated properly, Riddle knows just how to have an enjoyable tea. Please allow him to pour you a cup. He’d love to add just the right amount of sugar cubes to it as well. When the cake is served, Riddle enjoys his slice slowly, savoring each bite.

Riddle has teatime conversation covered as well. He isn’t the best tutored pet at the shop for nothing! He is more than prepared to talk at length on a number of topics such as history or current events. Oh, you want to talk about how well he has been doing instead? Please ignore his blushing and continue, Master.

Picnics were great fun, but Riddle was happy to be back at work. It was comforting to have a routine, to know just what your day would hold and what was expected of you. The memory of the afternoon was a pleasant one, so he doesn’t even mind all the extra work you’ve made him in the morning. He happily washes the extra dishes, packs the picnic supplies away (exactly as recommended in the picnic guide!) and checks on the leftovers in the fridge. Perhaps he can add them into today’s dinner without spoiling his carefully planned out menus.

Riddle opens the fridge to see what you’ve stored away and his eyes are drawn immediately to a lone slice of cake. His mouth starts to water before he can stop himself. But no! That cake belongs to his beloved Master, it’s not for the likes of him! He will resist! Riddle gives his head a shake as though to clear any unsavory thoughts from his mind. Then he nods firmly and pushes the cake aside to see what is hidden on the shelf behind it. Only, when he moves the slice, he finds a small note attached to the container; ‘Riddle’s cake’ it says.

Riddle’s eyes widen and he is so startled, he almost drops the container of cake. For him? You saved this cake for…him? Surely that is improper for a pet to have the last slice of cake. He’ll just save that for you to have later. Only, each time Riddle passes thought the kitchen, the cake calls to him like a sugar-coated siren. Sometimes, he passes quickly by the fridge but other times, he lingers to open it and gaze longingly at the wonderful slice.

Finally, the temptation is too much and Riddle pulls the cake from the shelf. The note says it is for him, so it would be wrong of him not to have it…right? So, he does, and the cake is sweet. Only, it’s not as good as it was yesterday. Yesterday, when he had it with you. Sure, the flavor is the same but, without your company, the experience just falls flat. He cleans the container quietly and places it back in the cupboard.

When you open the door, you hear a sound of someone rushing from the back room. Riddle quickly arrives at the door and, standing perfectly straight, welcomes you home. You pat him tenderly on the head. “You seem eager to see me today. Did you miss me?” Riddle turns a charming shade of red and exclaims, “Only a regular amount!” You smile, pleased to have such a devoted pet as Riddle.

There are many land customs that seem to interest your pet mer. Azul enjoys questioning you about them. One in particular seems to draw his interest, a story about going to a street fair and trying a grilled sausage. You decide to surprise him by taking him out on a picnic with a portable grill to try one for himself!

Azul insists on helping you set up the grill and learns all about how to cook sausage over an open flame. He is very attentive to your demonstration. When done, you must urge him to have one on a bun. He does but not before mumbling about all those carbs under his breath.

After your meal, you sit and chat with him about his day. While you talk, you take a napkin and fold him an origami octopus! You present your creation to your blushing pet tell him that it is a wish for luck! Sure, cranes are supposed to be for luck but somehow, you think you’ve personally had more luck with an octopus.

The town festival would be soon and you were surprised that Azul asks for time away from the home to attend. You hadn’t suspected that such an event would interest such a shy pet but gladly give your permission. Of course, your hard-working companion deserves a day off!

So, you set off alone to visit the festival. It was a small affair, with locals providing much of the entertainment and booths. There were stands of handicrafts and food lining the main street. You knew it was about time to have lunch when an irresistible scent reached your nose. You hadn’t had a proper street fair sausage in ages.

You had prepared yourself for a line and there was one, the expert display drawing a lively crowd. However, nothing had prepared you to see your pet Azul running the booth. Suddenly, you recall his interest in all things sausage preparation from your picnic; was this his intention all along? He smiles at you sheepishly when you get to the front of the line. This was supposed to be a surprise! Look at all the money he is making for you. He hopes he has impressed you, surely, you’ll praise him for this later.

In the end, you get a sizzling hot sausage on the house. Not even Azul would charge his dear master for a snack! Afterwards, you insist on stepping behind the counter to help out. If this is making Azul happy, then you want to be there to support him. You can’t deny that the way he smiles so genuinely when he manages to talk a customer into getting a larger size or adding on a dessert really brightens up his face. So much so that you find yourself smiling along too. “Can’t decide on a side? You poor unfortunate soul, why not get both?”

You finish out the rush and Azul insists you go home. This is supposed to be his project and here he is, making his sweet Master work for him, how shameful! No amount of reassuring him will change his mind, off you go! You reluctantly go to place the last payment in the register when you notice something stuffed under a stack of bills; it’s the origami octopus you’d made him.

You pull it out and show it to him. He immediately starts stammering and flustering, “Wh..wha…where did you get that?” He snatches back his precious memento and cradles it gently in his hands before stowing it back in the register, gently tucking it in beneath a blanket of cash. “He gets lonely, so I have to take him with me.” Azul explains in an embarrassed tone as he adjusts his glasses.

It’s a long wait until Azul arrives home, but you make sure you are awake when he does. Now it’s your turn to insist he takes it easy. No accounting for you, Azul! Straight to bed! You stand and wait for him to brush his teeth and change into some pajamas and then it is your turn to tuck your octopus in. Just as gently as Azul tucked in his origami companion, you pull up the covers and rub his head as you sing him to sleep. Don’t worry little octopus, you don’t have to be lonely anymore.

Vil is a fan of tradition, it rubbed off on him after being a part of the oldest and most traditional pet menagerie in the land. You are sure to plan a picnic for him that keeps to the most beloved traditions of the event. From the red and white checkerboard blanket to the wicker basket, its like a picnic from a fairytale. Vil, of course, is appreciative of your efforts; details are in important part of setting the stage!

Preparing a menu that meets your demanding trophy pet’s strict standards is quite the task. It must be nutritionally balanced, tasty, and meet the theme of the event. You’d managed to find a sandwich and salad combination that Vil approved of. For refreshment, you were drinking lemonade and Vil, water with lemon. You’d tried to tempt him to join you in your sugary drink but he is surprisingly firm with what he wants. Not even his beloved Master can tempt him to risk his smooth complexion with unapproved sweets!

The sound of Vil’s voice fills your afternoon. He is remarkably talented, as a proper trophy pet should be, at keeping someone entertained. He has engaging conversations prepared to thrill you with celebrity gossip, recitations of scripts or plays he’s preformed before and rather interesting observations. All in all, you could spend a whole day just listening to Vil and not notice the passing of time. Is this a treat for your pet or yourself? You are never quite sure but he does seem to soak up your undivided attention.

You pour yourself a second glass of lemonade and Vil gives you a look like, ‘another one? Are you sure?’ You avert your eyes and take a sip. Vil gives you a resigned sigh and returns to his story about an upcoming show he will appear in. Being a proper pet and a proper actor isn’t easy, but Vil puts in extraordinary effort to perform both tasks to a high degree.

He is telling you an anecdote about the director when his eyes get wide, and his sentence cuts off. You are startled by the sudden silence and sit up to attention. “What is it?” you ask nervously. Had you waited a moment, you wouldn’t even need to ask as you feel the first drops of rain land upon your wrist. Now you are the one wide eyed and gasping. You jump up and start madly packing things back into your picnic basket.

You shove the blanket in and lift the load. Then you grab Vil’s hand and start a mad dash to the front of the park. Why had you chosen such a distant corner of the park for your picnic? The rain was beginning to come down heavier and you were still far from the entrance. When you feel a tug on your hand, the one Vil holds. You turn your gaze to him and see his own is on a gazebo gracing the park grounds. Thank goodness, you are saved from becoming fully drenched!

When you step under the cover of the gabled roof, you pull out the picnic blanket and hand it to Vil. He looks at you coldly, colder than the rain you just escaped. “How much of a villain do you think I am to take the only blanket from my dear master?” Then he wraps it tightly around you. “How will you stay warm though?” you ask him worriedly. He smiles a dashing smile at you.

The performance Vil began was a lively one, with enough action to keep your dear actor warm. It’s the stage production Vil has been rehearsing for. On the stage, Vil will play the part of a villainous noble who attempts to thwart the heroic prince. In the private stage of the gazebo, Vil plays all the parts for you. He switches back and forth from character to character with the ease of a skilled performer. His differing voices and postures capture the essence of each one perfectly, as befits one so devoted to the fine details of acting.

You reach the end of Vil’s part, when the villain is defeated and taken away to prison. You are enthralled at the evil laugh he gives as he mocks being dragged away. Then he stops. You look at him curiously, “Its not over yet, is it?” He smiles at you guardedly, “No but I see that the rain is stopped and my practice is finished. I see no reason to continue.”

You look out into the rain covered lawn leading away from the gazebo and then back at Vil. “But I wanted to hear the end of the story? Can’t we stay a bit longer? I want to watch you preform until the story is finished!” Vil looks at you evenly for a moment, then his face brakes out into a satisfied smile. “As you wish, Master.” Then he takes up the mantle of the hero and continues the story, remaining on your gazebo stage until the very end.

You’ve tried to explain to Sebek the purpose of this picnic but you aren’t sure he has truly understood. For what feels like the hundredth time, you remind Sebek that this meal is a reward for him, not you. He looks at you from the corner of his eye, where he stands stiffly at attention behind you. He can’t be lulled into a trap! He will stand guard over you and your meal faithfully, Master!

If you are persistent enough, you can convince him to join you. Once he decides to partake, he has quite the feast! Sebek has a large appetite and will eat with enthusiasm. He will sample each dish you’ve brought along and finish off anything he enjoys. It would be rude not to after Master had prepared this specially for him!

If you are looking for conversation after the meal, well, that’s not Sebek’s best skill. He mostly knows how to talk about you, his wonderful Master! If that isn’t what you are looking for (are you sure?), then he can perhaps read to you. You may be surprised to find that a burley pet like Sebek is an avid reader. He’ll gladly share some of his favorite passages with you. Would you like a story about knights and valor? Perhaps something about adventure and travel. He can even read you a romance if you’d like. He assures you that he only has that book for strictly academic reasons!

The sound of the wind whispering through the trees creates a gentle counterpoint to the deep and measured tone of Sebek reading aloud for you. You’d chosen a tale of knights and kings, what you suspect is Sebek’s favorite topic. After all, this is supposed to be a picnic reward for him; why not indulge him with a favorite story as well?

“You sound like you don’t agree,” you say to him when he reads out the next passage. Sebek startles a bit before grimacing a little and placing a hand on his head. “It’s not my place to say, Master.” You reach over and pat his hand reassuringly, “Go on, tell me your opinion.” He looks at your carefully before straightening up even taller and bracing himself. Then he gains the courage to speak his mind to you, “I don’t see why such noble creatures as dragons always have to play the part of the beast. Perhaps if the knight had attempted to talk to him…”

You smile up at your brash, green-haired pet. “I think you are right. The dragon is just misunderstood. So what if he is a bit larger than the others or a bit noisier. I think he is perfect, just he way he is.” A relieved expression crosses Sebek’s face and he says, “Of course, I see you understand, Master!” Then he gives you a great fang-toothed grin.

You lay back down in the sun and close your eyes as Sebek continues with the story. Now that the unpleasant anti-dragon chapter is passed, he reads the tale in a much calmer voice. You listen to the tale and enjoy the warmth of the day. The sound of his voice blending into the sounds of the park is so soothing…

You startle awake and sit up suddenly, alarmed at the darkness. Where were you? What had happened? You fumble around, trying to urge your mind to catch up with the situation. The lights click on. “Master, are you alright?” Sebek asks. You look over at your pet and clam down. Ah, you were home and in bed.

You give your pet a quizzical look and ask him, “What happened? The last thing I remember is being at the park…” He looks a tad embarrassed as he responds, “It appears you fell asleep, Master.” You hold back an eye-roll. “Yes, I guessed as much but how did I get home?” At that, Sebek straightens up and gives you a prideful smile. “I carried you home, of course! It was excellent training.” Sometimes, even you are surprised at the lengths your pet goes to in the name of training. “You could have just given me a shake, you know.” He gives you a shocked expression, “Me? I wouldn’t dare, Master!”

You smile at him with the sleep still in your eyes, “So then there are no acceptable ways to wake someone up?” He pouts a bit, “Well, it depends on the circumstances. In this case, the tales are clear; a sleeping beauty must be left to sleep on.” You smile at him mischievously. “What if a prince came along to wake me like in the story from this afternoon?” Sebek looks at you scandalized. “Why Master! I’d never have allowed it! Some ne’re-do-well trying to kiss my Master!” As Sebek continues to grumble about the imagined insults of unworthy princes, you observe him with a smile. Who needs a dragon to guard your slumber when you have such a pet?

#pet au #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #sebek zigvolt #vil shoenheit #azul ashengrotto

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twst-drabbles-commissions · 2 years

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Floyd and Jade 1 (friendlyflan)

Summary: These two little eels want you to join them in the bathtub. They demand cuddles.

(Words: 646)

“Okay okay, alright ow,” you shifted in your bathtub, letting yourself sink deeper in at the insistence of these two little creatures, “Can’t believe I have to take another bath.”

Bratty little seafolk, always nipping and squeezing at you when they want something. They could be more gentle, like Azul when he wants attention, but nope, these two will make you bleed if you take too long. They do not have patience.

As soon as your waist sunk under the water, Floyd jumped off your fingers and dipped right for your shirt. Jade helped out via holding it open.

“Ah,” you shivered as your felt Floyd’s and Jade’s slimy selves wriggle right up your stomach, “you both are cold!” Even though you complained out loud, the most you did was grip the rim of the tub. You’re not actually all that bothered. Their skittering is rather cute.

Jade’s little fingers padded over your ribs as he climbed up, finesse being his playground while Floyd squeaked and writhed. Poor little guy was stuck on your shirt while Jade slapped his tail against his to keep him back. Nothing out of the ordinary with these two, the Leech eels have always been jerks to one another. Playful jerks, as expected with all siblings.

While feeling little claws dig into your ribs wasn’t the best feeling, it wasn’t enough to keep the smile off of your face as you untangled Floyd. You can see him shake his head, getting his balance back together before rushing up along with Jade. Though by then, Jade had already popped his head out of your collar. While he was blurry, you almost laughed when Jade pushed his head against your cheek, like he’s trying to meld with you.

“Hello there, Jade,” you patted his tiny head, playfully squishing him closer just to tease. He didn’t complain, only gripped your jaw so that he can be closer.

A trilling growl came from your shirt. Tugging the collar back, you found Floyd glaring at you, frowning.

“Hello to you too,” you weren’t worried. You knew his angry growl anywhere and this wasn’t it. “Well? Get up here! I’m already covered in slime.”

Floyd pushed himself right off your chest, grabbing your chin before stuffing his head against your lips. You sputtered a bit, almost blowing back Floyd had you not have the reflexes to catch him.

“Kisses it is, then.” Demanding thing, this eel is. Well, not as though you would have him any other way. You gave him gentle pecks on his forehead, pressing a smile against him when you heard those tell-tale chirps of delight. When you tried to pull away, Floyd refused to let go by clinging to your chin.

Two sharp little chirps came from your cheek.

“You called, Jade?” You managed to pry Floyd from digging his claws into your skin. Jade was easier to ease off. While in your grip, Jade gave his cheeks three pats. “You too, huh?”

A few nudges of your lips against Jade’s face left Floyd huffing. When he started to get agitated, via a purring growl, that’s when you’d switch right to him. A few seconds with Floyd would have Jade make even more chirps, forcing you to switch to him again.

Seriously, what are you going to do with them?

“Alright, I’m cold,” you abruptly pulled away, the temperature of the water long since unbearable. You place the eels against your neck. “Stay here a moment, alright?”

And you were glad when they listened. They both grabbed your ear to keep themselves steady. As you got up, you felt them shift closer against your windpipe. You almost choked when they tried to wrap their arms around you as you pulled the plug on the tub. Clingy little rascals.

Well, you’re not surprised. Azul likes to hog all of your attention when he can.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #commission #commissioner: friendlyflan #500 word ficlet #octavinelle #floyd #floyd leech #jade #jade leech #house pet au #reader insert

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miss-tc-nova · 8 months

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Naga Pet in Winter - Jamil

Been thinking about the twst pet!au created by glass cage of emotion 12 (now deactivated but you may find remnants of their writing) which is also based on the pet!au made by twst-drabbles.

Also, I just needed to write something fun. It's been a while.

So have a pet!au Jamil who can't handle the cold.

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Your poor pet does not handle winter all that well.

As a naga, Jamil is all about that warmth and while he’s not entirely cold-blooded, he doesn’t generate enough body heat himself to endure freezing temps.

You can always tell when the weather is getting a bit too cold for him by the sluggishness that possesses him.

The typically-productive pet suddenly takes longer to complete his usual tasks, he forgoes the hobbies he enjoys, and he definitely takes longer to get out of bed in the morning.

If he usually runs errands with you, he’ll be less likely to volunteer to join you, preferring to remain in the shelter of your own home.

Don’t even ask him to participate in any snow shenanigans. Might end up in a vet visit otherwise.

Still, he’ll try to resist any pity you may give him. He says he’s fine and will still try to do the things you ask, so you better just take the initiative.

Around the house, creating warm spaces is essential. Space heaters, heat pads, and hot water bottles will go a long way to making this snek boi happy.

Wrapping him in blankets is also a good defense against the cold. As a bonus, he’ll also be a defenseless burrito ripe for cuddling.

Alternatively, be under the covers with him and he’ll be beyond ecstatic to share your body heat. He’ll try to contain the happiness, but you can feel it in the strength of his arms around you.

Once he’s all roasty-toasty, Jamil can easily be lulled into relaxing. He’s usually such a busy body—trying so hard to keep you happy—that seeing a pleasant little snek-cocoon sitting on the sofa is such a sweet sight.

If you ever wanted to play dress up with your pet, good news! You need to make sure he is layered when going out.

Usually he enjoys the casual layers. Give that boy a tank top under a long-sleeve shirt under a sweater under a hoodie. Maybe more if necessary.

On the other hand, he’s not opposed to some fancier layers. Dress him up with a button up shirt, a nice coat, and a scarf and he’ll feel some pride in his looks as long as he’s warm.

If, for any reason, you don’t have the space heaters and heat pads or you’re in a rush to get out the door and he’s not ready, fear not! For naga pets have not only the human and naga forms, but also, the snake form.

They’re actually one of the few pets that have more than two forms.

Jamil is quite portable as a snake.

He’ll coil in your lap, maybe hang out in the pocket of your hoodie.

He’d never admit he’d enjoy one of those cat hoodies with the pocket to carry cats around in.

But he wouldn’t say no if it’s just around the house.

Jamil’s favorite place to absorb heat though is around your neck.

Hiding beneath your jackets and scarves or your hair if it’s long enough, he hoards the heat you radiate like a dragon with treasure.

And he feels closer to you, sometimes pressing the top of his scaly head against your cheek.

Long walks like this are ill-advised though. He may be a snake, but he’s still a big snake and that weight around your neck isn’t great long term.

Also, let him sleep here at your own risk. This is one of the few times that Jamil will willfully resist any orders. This is his favorite spot. You may have to resort to physically removing him.

Beware the pouting afterwards though.

All-in-all, Jamil becomes an easy target for teasing when the weather cools, but he’s so cute while doing it. He’s normally happy to spend time cuddling, but expect a bit of clinginess in winter. He needs that warmth.

#twst pet!au #jamil viper

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2weebswrite · 2 years

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Making Candied Flowers

More of @twst-drabbles pet AU stuff! I love their writing and decided to make a little continuation of their piece with Riddle stealing Yuu's candied roses to try and recreate them. -Frost

“Okay Riddle, I looked up a recipe online for how to do this. So first off this is for rose petals, but I’m assumming we can just do this and make sure each individual petal gets coated and it should be fine.” You said, looking at the recipe you printed out earlier. You set the papers down on the counter and Riddle walked over and looked down at them. “It seems simple enough. I have plenty of sugar, and I bought some eggs the other day. I also bought some other edible flowers to try this with. All that’s left is some roses. I’m hoping I can count on you for that?”

Riddle looked up at you, his expression almost looked insulted.

“I know your perfectly capable of making roses, I just wanted to make sure you were going to be fine with them eventually getting eaten.”

His expression softened, and he nodded.

“Good, now why don’t you pick, or make, us some perfect roses while I start seperating egg whites.” You felt a blast of warm air against you legs and looked down to see Ruggie. “I’m sure, Riddle won’t mind you trying one or two when they’re done Ruggie. If not, you can try a few of the other candied flowers. They won’t be done until tomorrow though, okay?”

The wind spirit nodded before walking off. You were sure he was off to either go bother Leona or take a nap.

“Alright, lets get started…” You said, grabbing the eggs from the fridge. You began to crack eggs and separate the the whites and yolk, putting them in separate bowls. “Four eggs should be enough, right? I didn’t get that many extra flowers to try this with.” You said, looking at the other side of the counter to look at Riddle. Beside him were three perfect roses and Trey. “Hey Trey, came to watch?”

The second plant nymph nodded, then walked over to try and see what was in the bowl.

“Those are egg whites, we have to coat the flowers in them so that the sugar will stick to them.” You explained.

Riddle picked up one of the roses before bringing it over to the bowl.

“Let me get the sugar real quick, Riddle. Then we can start.”

You had just set the last last violet flower on the wire rack and turned to clean up when you saw Epel drop in an apple blossom into the egg mixture.

“You want to candy some of your apple blossoms, Epel?” You asked the dryad.

He nodded before picking them out one by one and put them in the bowl of sugar, just like you, Riddle, and Trey had been doing just a few seconds prior.

“Looks like we’ll have an assortment of different flowers to try then. Make sure to completely coat them in sugar and them put over here with the rest.” You told him, before coming over to help take them out the multiple apple blossoms he had put into the egg whites. You put them in the sugar and made sure Epel was completely coating them before he took them to the rack.

“Alright, now we have to wait for these to dry out. They should be ready in the morning.”

“Not exactly the same as the ones I bought, but I would argue that they’re better.” You said looking down at Riddle. He looked proud of himself, and you smiled. “No doubt because they were your roses, huh?”

Him and Trey nodded.

“Well, are you going to try them? You can also try the other flowers if you like.” You told them. You watched as Riddle picked up one of the roses and examined it.

Trey picked up one of the violets and took a small bite, he smiled before taking another.

“You like the violets, Trey?”

He looked up at you and nodded.

“What do you think, Epel? Ruggie?” You said, looking at the two creatures.

Epel made some sort of happy noise before grabbing another, and Ruggie gave a thumbs up.

“Glad everything turned out well.”

#frost writes #twisted wonderland #twst #twst drabbles #pet au

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 7 months

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Hear me out :v

The Double isekais, but crossover all 7 aus into 1 big au made from aus.

7 yuus, 7 bois, 14 people in a house with 2 cats and a bird

I WILL write this. And the ones who follow my oneshots books will have to witness this mess :3

#twst #the double isekai au #yeah... why not smush 7 isekais together #wouldn't that technically make 21 iseakis???? 14???#no... 23 iseakais... if we count the pets #new isekai record for this blog :3

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catmonk · 2 years

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A Hit Or A Hiss- One

Pet au with jamil viper

loosely inspired by both @phantasmiafxndom @glass-cage-of-emotion-12

You woke up to your phone buzzing like crazy, nearly falling off your bed in your mad grab to get it.

<47 texts from Kalim Al Asim>

You squinted blearily at the harsh light. Now what the hell is urgent enough to risk him waking you up. You thumbed your phone to send him a message.

[what the hell is it kalim i was sleeping]

[OMG SORRY 👉👈 I HAVE A BIG FAVOR TO ASK YOU 🥺]

[Can you take in one of my pets? He's getting stressed out from my parties]

[why are you asking me??? I don't have experience with pets]

[cause you don't like parties hehe]

[which one is it 🙄]

[it's the naga jamil, i swear he's well behaved he’s normally so quiet he can cook and clean too]

[just keep him for a month and see if you like him]

[ fine just let me get my damn sleep]

[ ! ! ! thank you sm bestie 🙌 ]

You rolled over in our bed and let your eyes shut again.

Sharp raps on your door woke you up again, and a voice called out that you had a package. It seems like no one around here could ever give you a bit of peace and quiet. You slid out of bed to pad to the front door. A delivery man was waiting for you with a large animal cage wrapped in a blanket behind him stamped with stickers marking it as fragile. Damn rich kid didn't even come himself to dump a problem onto your hands.

After signing the appropriate papers, the man tipped his hat to you and left, leaving you with more than a bit of regret. You dragged the large box to your living room and took off the large blanket.

The naga, Jamil, was sleeping soundly in his cage on top of what looked like a heating pad. Looking closely at him, you realized he wasn't clothed in anything besides various gold accessories. The upper part of his body was bigger than yours, although still the size of a human's, but his tail was about three times the length of his upper half. Shit you didn't even know what a naga ate. Leaning in closer, you grew very conscious of the fact that he smelled like the incredibly expensive perfume Kalim adored, just how much would this pet cost.

“Why are you sniffing me?”

You jumped back. You hadn't even realized that he had woken, how embarrassing. He watched you from sharp eyes until you spoke again again.

“I'm your new owner. I don't have a room prepared for you right now, Kalim gave you to me on a short notice. This is just a trial period for keeping you, it's going to last a month,” you coughed a bit at the end of your sentence, the perfume was far too heavy for your liking. “First things first, let's get your room set up, can you get up?”

He nodded hesitantly and slowly uncoiled from his balled up position. To your surprise he unlocked the cage from the inside and slithered out. He could have escaped at any time huh.

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Part Two

#jamil x reader #jamil x mc #jamil x yuu #jamil viper #jamil viper x mc #jamil viper x reader #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst jamil #pet au #naga

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twst-drabbles · 2 months

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Floyd 10

Summary: Sometimes when Crowley irritates you, you like to throw Floyd right at him.

(Really like the thought of slinging this eel around like a ferret.)

Ever since Crowley installed a number of automatic systems that basically did his chores for him, he's been coming over more and more often out of sheer boredom. He pops over in your house unannounced, hogs your television when you want to use it, and has even taken over a lot of your chores just as you were in the mood to do them.

And right now, he's watering your berry bushes like he didn't take the hose from your hand.

"Neglecting your berry bushes like this, how awful!" Crowley complained loudly like you weren't right there in your backyard, splashing your feet about with Floyd chasing after your toes. "But, because I am very kind, I shall do it for you at almost no cost!"

You pinched Floyd between your ankles and threw him to the end of the pond. He flailed and squealed as he went sailing.

You yelled back, "No Crowley, you're not watching your shows on my TV! And I'm not making you snacks!"

He has his own television! And you know he can make his own snacks! You've seen him on a cooking show once at 1 AM! He knows this stuff! He doesn't need you to do any of this. And besides, when he gets too into whatever drama he got himself into, he whoops and hollers just as you're about to enter the realm of sleep.

Seriously, you already have issues with sleeping at a consistent time and this bird-brained man is not making things better for you. You have things to do! Pets to take care of and entertain when their solo enrichment wasn't enough.

"Oh come on," Crowley scoffed in that way that never fails to irritates you. That specific scoff like you're some silly kid that's claiming things for themselves because they haven't digested the concept of sharing. "Don't tell me you have forgotten basic manners. You haven't been an adult for that long and already you don't want to show appreciation for all these things I'm doing for you."

"I don't need you to do shit for me, Old Crow," your whisper came out as a hiss.

Crowley was struck by nickname he probably thought was dead on your tongue. "Old-!"

"What I need from you," you smiled and dunked your entire arm into the pond. You grabbed Floyd just as he was about to nip at your calves. "Is for you to get a hobby!"

And like a rocket being launched, you threw Floyd directly to the back of Crowley's head. You may have thrown this eel one too many times. His posture was perfectly straight, arms sticking right out like he's one of those superheroes in a cartoon, and his face was perfectly pensive as though you're sending him off on a mission.

You didn't really mean for him to land perfectly on the back of Crowley's head. You just wanted Floyd to get, like, around his back but oh well. Too late now.

Floyd gripped his teeth and claws into Crowley's hair just as he tipped forward at the new weight.

"What in-" Then, Floyd slipped his tail under Crowley's collar, then whipped it around with no mercy! "Mmmah!"

"Ah, Floyd's slime wiping attack," you noted with a chuckle. You've been victim of that move a few times before. You're pretty sure it's not any sort of territory marking so much as he wants to gross people out. "I am not sorry."

Seriously, just because he's bored, Crowley thinks he can annoy you and not face any of your antics. If he wants to spend time with you so much, he should at least call or text ahead. Or go hang out with literally anyone else in this neighborhood. There's not a single person here that doesn't know him by name.

"Get him off!" Crowley sprinted right past you, trying to grab Floyd but his poor hands are covered in slime, "Get him off!"

"Hmm," you splashed around the pond some more. "Nah."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #octavinelle #floyd #floyd leech #house pet au #reader insert

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chenya-my-love · 2 years

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Pet Au’s

So I’m writing a Pet au fanfic for twst but in the middle of writing I realized something. How the hell do these characters react to the mere idea of being nuetered/spayed. Allow me to explain.

These fics are usually split down the middle on if the protagnist of the story knows the animals they just adopted are from whatever game/show/book they love. So sometimes they are aware that these pets have the consciousness of a human inside the body of an animal. Other times they have no clue.

So imagine their (The Animals) reaction to just relaxing at their new home just to watch the protagnist go to the phone, call the vet, and get an appointment for them to be spayed/neutered since the protagnist thinks they’re simply animals and it’s common (and sometimes required) to get them fixed. The pure panic as they’re aware of what’s gonna happen but can’t communicate that they are completely aware of the world around them and have decided they want to keep their junk.

Or in the case of the Protagnist being aware, now it’s a threat. The characters are being little shits, the protaginst is now threatning to call the vet, just think of this.

*(Character) makes a giant mess*

Mc: Hey! Hey!

Mc: You wanna get fixed huh? You wanna get fixed?

Mc: Because this-

*Motions to the giant mess*

Mc: Is how you get fucking fixed!

I’m sorry my brain just thought of this and I had to brain vomit this. Please say say someone finds this as funny as I do.

#twst #twisted wonderland #au #alternate universe #pet au #pet! au

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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damnation (peek V?)

Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Neige LeBlanche, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit.

Summary: When you commit a crime, you receive a punishment. This is especially true in your society. No matter the crime, your punishment is the same: banishment. But to where you will be sent in exile and how miserable will it be? No one knows, because no one has ever returned.

Note: Should I be posting this right now? Probably not. Especially since Scarabia isn’t completed, but I haven’t posted anything in a while and I’ve been more motivated and inspired for Pomefiore lately. Maybe seeing comments and opinions on this might boost my energy and make me write more and complete both Scarabia and Pomefiore. Hopefully. Anyways, I wanted to post this anyways because technically it was part of the first sneak-peek before I edited it out so I could make its own and make it longer too. That, and after seeing fanart by a mutual, I wanted to write even more. I’m finally getting the chance now. So I’ll be writing right after I post this. Go check out the most recent fanart I got for this specific part of the project. Oh, and if you have no idea what this is, you might want to check the first sneak-peek post (the “I” below) and my previous posts under the #damnation twst au tag. One last thing. None of this is edited, I just copy and pasted from the draft I have so yeah, just in case y’all see mistakes it’s because I haven’t gone over it yet. I usually go over everything once it’s completed.

I . . . II . . . III . . . IV . . . V . . . VI . . . VII

THE BEAUTIFUL KING

A dark robe. Wrapped around your shoulders was a black cloak, like wings folded in. Speaking of feathered appendages, there was a single shiny feather tucked behind your ear. You had felt it tickling your earlobe, leading you to pluck it out of your hair to examine it. It was long and black, huge in size, making you imagine it came from a beast of a raven. Slowly you looked up, confused to find yourself at a desk surrounded by books, bottles of odd colorful liquids, and there was even a cauldron in the corner of the stone wall!

Returning your attention back to the feather, you were perplexed but quite liked it so you placed it back behind your ear where you had originally discovered it. Upon standing from the wooden chair, you noticed your change of outfit. A simple white ruffled shirt and black pants, although nearly every inch of you was covered by the black cloak on your back that reached all the way to your ankle and draped around you like a curtain. Lifting up the cloak, you could feel a short sword strapped safely and securely in a hilt on your back hidden away from sight. What was this place…? Why were you dressed like this? Why did you have a sword? What was going on? Was this your punishment?

Just then, your eyes drifted over to a book stand where a heavy leather tome sat open to prying eyes. Your prying eyes, to be exact. Curiously you stepped toward it, your fingers ghosting over the crisp pages of the aged book as you squinted incredulously at the words printed on the surface in a large font, occasionally dotted with red ink. “Poison apple…?” Beside it was the painted image of a ripe red apple, and in its shining reflective skin was the distinct shape of a skull. “One taste of the poisoned apple and the victim’s eyes will close forever in the sleeping death.”

But that… that was from a fairytale! The story of Snow White and the Beautiful Queen! This page about a poisoned apple, the tome, this basement filled with ingredients and suspicious concoctions… So it was true, criminals were often sent to dangerous tales where they would perish. And you... you were a criminal and you were here, but... what role did you play? Lifting your hand up to your ear, you suddenly felt the familiar soft sensation of the black feather accessory and realization dawned on you. Didn’t the queen have a pet raven…? Could that explain why you were here in these strange but fancy clothes? Of all things, why did you have to be the raven?

How did the story go again? The Queen was vain and wicked, she wished to be the most beautiful of all. It was said that she consulted her magic mirror every day and would inquire as to who the fairest of them all was. Should the mirror ever reply with another’s name instead of hers, she would find a way to kill her rival and would only be satisfied once the mirror answered her name. So when her step-daughter, Snow White, grows to become the fairest of them all, the Queen goes mad with jealousy and has a huntsman attempt to kill her. When that fails, the Queen takes matters into her own hands, eventually turning herself ugly as a disguise and even causing her own untimely demise by falling off a cliff and being crushed by a boulder, her remains left as feed for hungry vultures. That was the Queen, but what about the raven? Well, it’s never disclosed as to what happens to the bird, at least to your knowledge. The last the raven is seen, it was being tormented by the wicked Queen as she was creating the poisoned apple. Actually, maybe being the raven wasn’t so bad afterall… At least it didn’t perish or receive some other horrible ending.

Knowing this brought you much relief. At least you didn’t end up as the raven in that other story about a sleeping princess. That raven was turned to stone! You pity any poor sucker that might’ve ended up in that position. This outcome was adequate, for now. Perhaps it was best to venture outside, to attempt to find this beautiful queen. To be honest, it was a little exciting. You had always wondered how beautiful she was, since the novels always claimed they could never do her justice. But that's besides the point. Once meeting her, you then had to decide what your next move would be.

Keeping all that in mind, you climbed the spiraling stone staircases just barely lit by candles. You winced whenever you heard the squeak of a rat or spotted a rotting corpse of a forgotten prisoner still in chains. Quickening your pace until you reached a wooden door, and stepped into the sunlight. It was warm and delightful, the sun’s rays shining on your skin. You felt free. As of now, this was far from punishment. But knowing that you were sent here to be punished or even die, was what kept you from being completely at ease. You could almost just relax here in the calm and beauty of this garden–– key word, almost. Shrieking and many voices shattered your temporary peace, even scaring away the white doves that had flocked in the open courtyard.

Grumbling, you followed the sound of the commotion. It sounded like it was coming from over the high palace walls. There was one portion of the wall that was shorter than the rest, if you climbed onto the smooth edges of the railing by the stone steps, you could successfully scale onto the top of the wall where you decided to lounge about and spectate the action. On the other side of the wall, you could see a young man getting closer and closer, nervously waving at a large group giggling and following him. It was obvious that he was a little uncomfortable, and that he was trying to lose them without hurting their feelings by how he continued to smile even as he picked up the pace.

When his eyes landed on you, he appeared surprised, and as he walked the path he was getting closer and closer. Feeling pity for the lad, you sighed and stretched your arm down, to which he hesitated a moment before finally deciding to place his hand in yours. You heaved him up and slid down to the safe side of the wall, the palace side, just before his apparent fans could catch him. Their whining and complaining was amusing.

“Thank you…! You saved me!”

Oh, right, he was still here. You glanced over at the young man peering happily up at you with the brightest smile on his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed as you slowly began to notice his features. Hair black as ebony, skin white as snow, dressed head-to-toe in rags… No way––

“Ah, I know you!” He exclaimed, delighted as he took a step closer. “You’re my elder brother’s attendant! I’ve seen you around the palace countless times. You are always working so hard that I’ve never gotten a chance to properly meet you! Of course you must already know but my name is Neige, it’s truly so wonderful to finally talk like this with you!” He performed a small but polite bow. Such manners for a prince in rags. “I never knew you were so kind! Is there any way I can repay you?”

“Ah, no, there’s no need for that…” You studied his face, attempting to make sense of it all. If this Neige was Snow White, it did make total sense. His skin was flawless, it looked like a marshmallow, so pristine but soft. He was cherubic. His beauty was more of a one of innocence and cuteness, and it seemed the townsfolk noticed his looks judging by how they focused on his physical features instead of his attire. You force your gaze away. This was the prince who the Queen would try to kill. But there’s a chance it may be King in this version, because you’re fairly certain that Neige had just mentioned something about having an elder brother that you apparently worked for. “It was nothing.”

“Please, don’t be so modest! Your actions were selfless and heroic. Had it not been for you, I’m afraid I would’ve been stuck outside all day with no choice other than to interact with all those that followed me. And I couldn’t have that! I promised my brother that I would do my chores.” A sad frown appeared on his face as his gaze traveled back over to the wall, “Although I do regret having just left them without so much as a goodbye…”

So he was kind… Makes sense. Most princesses, or prince in this case, were kind-hearted souls that were far too naive or trusting and had the strangest ability to communicate with woodland creatures. However that last part worked, you weren’t entirely sure.

“The doves of the courtyard gathered by the well with me this morning! And we all made a wish! I, well… It's a bit embarrassing, but I wished for something truly special. And I believe that my wish may have come true!” A pretty pink blush made his cheeks rosy as he clasped his hands together, looking so truly content as he peered up at you.

“Is that so…?” Well, magical animal talking ability, check that off the list. He really was like the princess from the fairytale. But you didn’t like where this was going. You outgrew fairytales a long time ago, but when you read something so fantastical and magical in your innocent imaginative youth, it sticks with you. Perhaps that was a good thing, because even now you could recall the small details of the story.

In the beginning of the story, Snow White is cleaning the courtyard when she meets the doves at the well where she makes a wish to meet her true love. Not too long after, the prince appears on horseback, hearing the princess’ song that leads him to climb over the palace walls to get to her. When you got older, you quickly realized how creepy that actually was. The prince crept up on her like some sort of stalker, and essentially trespassed on private palace grounds. But that’s besides the point right now. The point is, Snow White made a wish to meet her true love which happened to be the prince. Well, right now, you have yet to see another so-called dashing prince or princess. There was just the courtyard and you were alone with Neige, and he was gazing up at you through his lashes and with a pretty smile that appeared too fondly. The Queen, or King, really needed to stop cooping up Prince Neige within the palace walls. It was dulling his sense towards social cues and common sense.

“Hey! What the hell are you doin’...?!”

Surprised at the sudden presence beside you, you looked to see another stranger. This one you couldn’t automatically connect to a role. It was a short young man with a cuteness that could possibly even rival the prince. He had such wide blue eyes and odd soft lavender curls that framed his face. Unlike you and Prince Neige, his outfit was of much finer detail which consisted of a white tunic and long dark blue sleeves from the shirt he wore underneath. A red cloak was draped over the shoulders of his small frame, the ends brushing against his simple pants and boots. But despite his fine clothing and adorable appearance, he spoke with such brashness, irked for whatever reason.

“Ah, you must be Epel! My brother speaks often about you! He says he sees great potential in you!” Neige interjected, oblivious to this Epel fellow’s irritation. Epel… the name didn’t ring a bell. You could accurately deduce what Neige’s role was based on his appearance and the fact that his name meant snow in French. But you still had no idea who Epel was supposed to be. Again, Neige bowed his head in polite greeting as he exclaimed, “Today must be my lucky day! Not only have I met you now, Epel, but I’ve also met–– Um…” He paused, turning to you and inquiring softly, “I’m sorry, I’m so excited that I’ve forgotten to ask your name.”

The lavender-haired boy quickly snatched your attention away from the prince, grabbing your cloak where your arm would be as he hissed in a whisper so as to not involve Neige. “Are you crazy? Talkin’ to the prince…! Vil is gonna fly off the handle!” Not-so-discreetly gesturing to the window right above them with his eyes darting to it and back to you, but not moving his head, so as to not alert the onlooker behind the glass.

You froze, not moving your head but your eyes moved up to where Epel had been glancing at. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could just barely make out a tall and thin figure in purple standing at the large window, holding the red curtains open with both hands. They were watching, and just as you moved your head the tiniest bit to get a better look, you only caught a glimpse of a deep angered frown before the curtains were abruptly shut, barring you from seeing anymore. That could’ve only been the beautiful royal, the monarch in charge that sees Prince Neige as a rival. When you looked back at Neige, he was still smiling at you with his hands folded in front of him, patiently awaiting an answer. Poor guy doesn’t know what’s coming.

“We gotta go, or Rook is gonna drag us back himself…!” Without even waiting for you to give Neige your name, Epel took your hand and ran like a bat out of hell. Making a beeline straight for an entrance to the palace, you attempted to keep up with him. He was surprisingly strong for someone so small.

Behind you, you heard, “W-Wait, I never got your name…!”

Well, that’s a crying shame. Focusing your attention on where you were heading, you began to lose track of all the twists and turns within these palace walls. Epel led you forward, he certainly knew where he was going. But you? You hadn’t a clue. That is, until after a few minutes, you arrived at a long hall where at the very end there were double doors already opened. The few soldiers standing guard paid no mind to you and the lavender-haired fellow, probably because in their eyes, you belonged here. And yet that couldn’t be further from the truth.

You felt so incredibly out of place as you stood on the lengthy blue carpet that stretched forward toward a small yet intricately designed throne of gold and jewels formed in the shape of a magnificent peacock with its feathered fanned out. But what was more entrancing than the priceless throne, was the person sitting atop it. Oh, how the novels did not lie, they truly could not do the monarch any justice in portraying their beauty. The King, who must’ve been Vil, could’ve been a world-famous model. His face looked like those perfect sculpted marble statues, it was the type of look that would incur the envious wrath of gods and goddesses in mythology. There was not a single blemish or flaw. Not even a single hair of his golden locks fading into lavender was out of place. The long purple robes under the longer black cloak flowing down his body, complimented the color of his amethyst eyes. Those eyes looked even more shiny than the golden crown perched atop his skull. You weren’t a simp but wow.

The King appeared less than pleased, it actually made you incredibly nervous when he bore a frown and silently beckoned you closer with a single curling movement of his index finger.

Walking past Epel who stood by the door, you took a deep breath as you recounted what knowledge you had on etiquette during this time period. Once you were a few feet in front of him, you began to kneel, when he spoke and caused you to freeze.

“Don’t.” Intense gaze glued to your form, he watched you carefully as he instructed, “Come closer.”

You slowly stepped forward, closer to him.

“Closer.”

Hesitating, you took another step so one foot was on the step in front of his throne.

“Closer.”

Pausing, you inched forward, now standing on the same elevation as the throne. Now you were just centimeters away from him, and it was putting you on edge. When he appeared seemingly satisfied, that’s when you finally kneeled in front of him. With a bowed head, a common sign of respect in customs with monarchies, you greeted simply, “Your Majesty.”

The King peered down at you, silent for a moment as you kept your head down and eyes glued to the ends of his purple robes and how his black cloak that matched yours, but his was much longer, pooled around his throne to look like a black void. After a few moments, you felt his hand at your chin, his slim fingers urging you to look up. When you did, he hummed, “Well, my lovely pet, have you had your fun with my little step-brother?” He gave a question, but it became obvious that he didn’t want an answer. At least not yet. This king must not be too fond of the prince. As his thumb stroked your chin and raised it so your head was almost at his knee, he continued slowly while gazing down at you, “You know that I loathe sharing, don’t you? So why would I share you with my step-brother, hm? Have you perhaps… begun to favor him over me?”

It struck you then that the royal must be an extremely envious person. Not only did they want to remain first in standing when it came to beauty, but he also wanted to monopolize people’s attention so that they may focus on him. Replying carefully, you spoke while keeping your eyes glued to his enchanting yet intimidating gaze, “Of course not, Your Majesty. It was merely a coincidence that I encountered him. I cannot be as easily swayed as the masses.” For a moment you hesitated, seeing that he seemed unconvinced as you proceeded, “... My loyalty to you cannot be broken by a prince in rags.”

After a few moments, the tension in the air evaporated as the king graced you with a smile that made your breath hitch. You had said the right thing. Tempted to glance at Epel for a possible clue on what to do next, you refrained and instead remained still as a statue when the king reached forward with his other hand to remove your hood. “Let me see your face, my retainer.” As soon as the hood was removed, he examined your face in the light. It took an incredible amount of calm to keep composed and not squirm in place under his intense scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he frowned and sighed, “I’ve been keeping you confined beneath the castle for far too long. You’re beginning to look ghastly, and I can’t be seen with someone beside me that’s less than appealing to look at.” Removing his hands from your face, he motioned for you to stand, which you did. “You’ve done enough. Getting rid of our guests and covering it up must’ve been challenging, especially for you to do it all on your own. This time, Rook will take over while you will be receiving enough sunlight to revitalize your complexion. Do not overdo it. Rook.”

Guests? Cover up? This wasn’t in the story. There wasn’t any time to fully process what you heard before you detected yet another voice just right beside your ear.

“Good day, petit corbeau!” You felt your soul leave your body for a single second when these words were said beside your ear by a voice, an extremely close and unfamiliar voice. When you jumped, startled, you noticed there was another young man literally only an inch behind you. When did he even get there? You didn’t even notice him until now! When you stepped to the side out of the way, you furrowed your eyebrows at his smile.

The young man was blonde, with hair styled into a ridiculous looking bob-cut but he somehow made it work as he wore a wide-brimmed brown hat with a black feather. Over his shoulders and back he wore a large hunter green cloth that wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf and extended over his back like a small cloak. Underneath, concealed by the cloth, was a dark tunic and black pants with a belt and knife at his hip. However, what unnerved you wasn’t the knife at his hip or the bow and quiver chock full of arrows on his back. It was his eyes.

His forest green eyes were glued to you, and he bore a wide and charming smile. “Ah, to see you without your hood and out of the undercroft, what a rare sight! Marvelous! I must thank you, Your Majesty, for making this possible! It is not everyday we see your dutiful, striking, mysterious little raven. It is truly a spectacle to behold! I will treasure this rare moment where I’ve not only heard you speak, but have seen your visage without being shrouded by shadows and concealed by your hood!”

You did not like this. The way he was looking at you as he spoke so dramatically made a shiver crawl up your spine. Yes, he spoke nothing but praise in such an honest tone and declaration, but there was something in his eyes. Something that placed you on edge as his smile turned slightly ominous and his eyes narrowed at you. There was a twinkle in his green eyes as he tilted his head at you inquisitively, as if sensing your unease without you even saying a word. This had to be the Rook fellow that Epel mentioned offhandedly, and now it made sense as to why he ran back so quickly just to avoid encountering him.

Much to your relief, Vil sighed and interjected without even standing from his throne. Furrowing his eyebrows, he scolded in an irked tone, “I didn’t summon you to pester my little retainer, Rook. Stress from you is not what my retainer needs right now. It causes wrinkles.”

“Apologies, Your Majesty.” Rook chuckled, obediently turning to fully face the royal as you stood stiffly beside him, keeping a safe distance between you two.

Behind you, out of the corner of your eye, you could see Epel quietly closing the doors once Vil gestured for him to do so. It seemed the king wanted privacy, he wished to say something not even the guards outside the thick wooden doors were allowed to hear. The only ones that would be witnesses to his words were you, Epel, and Rook. You had to wonder what was so secretive that he didn’t even want his soldiers stationed outside to hear, and why were you allowed to hear? Was it because you were supposedly in the role of his trusted retainer? Maybe it had something to do with that cover-up he mentioned just a short time ago.

The tension in the room was thick, it disturbed you and you can tell it bothered the short purple-haired young man too if his growing perturbed frown was anything to go by. Despite this, he took up the space beside you. The blonde with the bow, Rook, who you now were assuming to be a huntsman if his attire and weapons were any giveaway, continued to smile without much of a care. Rook was on the left, Epel was on the right, and you were in the center, and still on his throne was King Vil. With luck, you’ll be able to keep up this act. It wouldn’t do for a retainer to fail. It might cost you and be the slip-up that would put an end to this charade of survival.

“I’ve decided. Rook, the duties I normally give to my retainer will be passed onto you today. You’re much more suited for this job. It involves my little step-brother, Neige.” The way he said the prince’s name made it sound like it pained him just to utter it, like it burned his tongue just to mention him. But he continued. “It seems he’s been working hard at completing his chores, hm? He’s been begging for a day out, and he adores flowers so… Rook, you will take him far into the woods, a secluded meadow where he can pick as many wildflowers as his little heart desires.”

Once you processed his words, you froze. It dawned on you that it was happening, this was the moment in the story when the beautiful queen commanded her huntsman to murder the princess in the woods. Vil must’ve already consulted the magic mirror and was told that he was no longer the fairest in all the land. That title now officially belonged to Neige, but it wouldn’t for long if the king had anything to say about it.

The other two loyal and trusted by the king had no idea, as Epel appeared vaguely bored and disinterested while Rook seemed elated. “Of course! I’ll see to it that it is done, Your Majesty––!”

“I’m not finished.” Vil interrupted, frowning tersely as his gaze turned cold. Tapping his well-manicured nails against the armrest of his throne, his eyes narrowed and he leaned an inch forward while instructing, “There, you will kill him.”

The shock was immediately evident on the face of the two beside you. Epel, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, finally broke his silence with a small gasp as he moved to cover his mouth with one hand. But it was too late, everyone had already heard him and seen his stunned expression. And yet, no one seemed to really care. Everyone was far too engrossed in what was just said by the king.

Rook appeared just as confounded before disbelief took root, as if he didn’t even wish to believe his own two ears. Removing his hat, he held it to his chest and lowered his head respectfully as he placed a hesitant foot forward. “Your Majesty, our beautiful and lovely Vil, you can’t possibly mean–– our prince Neige…!”

“Silence!” Immediately standing from his seat, he scowled, the prince’s name only making his rage more bitter. And then, he said something unexpected, something off script and never in the story. Gesturing to you, he hissed, “My loyal retainer here could make six souls vanish without a trace, why can’t you do it with one mere prince? Must they do everything? Must I have to dirty my own hands? Hm?”

Lowering his head further, the huntsman replied quietly, somberly, his smile now gone. “Of course not, Your Majesty. Your delicate hands aren’t meant to be soiled…” It’s as you suspected. Rook stayed alive and was one of Vil’s closest servants because he was witty enough to think of something on the spot that was complimentary enough to appease the bitter royal. At least, that’s what it seemed like at the moment. For now, you were grateful you weren’t him. Some people who read the story of Snow White liked to theorize that the huntsman was murdered by the vicious queen for failing to assassinate the princess.

Vil was quiet, not completely calm judging by his sneer but he was composed enough not to say anything more. Standing tall, his gaze honed in on you and Epel, to which he spoke, “My loyal, diligent retainer, escort my successor out. I need to have a word with Rook, privately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

#yandere #neige lubanche #neige leblanche #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twst writing #work in progress #damnation twst au

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rendy-a · 2 years

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Sick Day with your pets – Rook, Jamil, Leona, Kalim and Floyd

Being sick is no fun but it is an opportunity to have your trusty pet take care of you or for you to take care of them. This is a story from Aurora’s Pet AU. Check out her original works too. @glass-cage-of-emotion-12

Master is sick. Which pets are great to have taking care of you?

This is probably not the most obvious one but Rook is such an observant pet that he has already noticed your slight fever before you even feel off. By the time you are pulling out the thermometer to check your temperature, he has gone to the store and returned with just the medicine you need. Lie down now master and let him take care of you.

Feeling bored just lying in bed? Rook is prepared to entertain you. Would you like to hear a story? Rook seems to have seen every play that’s been on stage in the past 10 years. Interested in a song? He will gladly serenade you until his voice gives out. Fancy some poetry, well reader, you are most certainly in luck. Rook has composed a ponderous amount of poetry in your honor that he’d love to recite to you at this very moment. And yes, it is mostly in French.

When you want to get up, Rook isn’t the sort of pet to keep you in bed. He will tell you honestly if he feels like you are getting up too soon but, if you chose, he is perfectly fine in letting you make your own decision. If you fall ill again, well you’ve learned a lesson and who is Rook to deny you such a marvelous life experience. Ah master, seeing you valiantly fight against the hand of fate. Beaute! 100%!

Jamil probably doesn’t notice you are sick right away; he is very busy with his household duties, after all. Once you call him over and sheepishly ask if he can make you a soup, well that is when his nurse mode takes over. He once had to share a room with a pet that seemed to always need taking care of. Due to this, his efficiency at putting you to bed and arranging everything needed for rest and recovery is top notch.

The best part of being sick with Jamil in the house is obviously the cooking. He will not only make you a classic chicken soup but he also seems to know a recipe for every little symptom that ails you. Have a sore throat? Jamil has the perfect honey sweetened tea for that. Have an upset stomach? Jamil will make you a lightly seasoned rice porridge. Fever won’t stop? Have a refreshing yogurt smoothie. It’s the most delicious way to get over your sickness!

The hardest part of having Jamil as your nurse is getting him to stop fussing when you feel better; he is just so invested in your care. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay in bed longer, he can make all the necessary calls to get you off from work. Perhaps you should let him carry that heavy book for you, it wouldn’t do to strain yourself after you’ve so recently recovered. Worried about holding him back from his chores? Don’t be. He has already finished everything for today and gotten a meal prepped for tomorrow. Anything you need master, just consider me your genie of the lamp.

Ok, ok. Leona isn’t exactly the first one to come to mind when you think of someone to take care of you. He does seem like the type to say, “Not my problem!” and ditch you for a nap but…

Let’s talk about naps for a moment. You know how some days you are feeling under the weather and just need to spend the day in a dark room resting? Ok, now you see where this is going. Leona is like 100% the best napping buddy you could ask for. He knows just how to pull the shade to make the room pleasantly dark or set you up on a couch with warm sunlight. And if some other pet makes too much noise, Leona will take care of that too. >:(

If you wake up from your nap you may even discover he has joined you. Feel free to cuddle up to him, scratch his ears or ever touch his tail. He’ll allow it this time…but only because you are sick!

You might even get to see his surprisingly capable side. If you are sick for too long, he notices. You’ll wake up to find that he has made you an appointment at the doctor, arranged a taxi and will even accompany you to make sure you get there safely. He’ll take care of everything, so no complaining! Quiet down Herbivore. Be good now and when we get home, I’ll help you work on that little roar of yours.

Pets get sick too. Who is the most interesting to care for when sick?

Maybe it was something he ate but today your little ball of sunshine Kalim has no energy. He lays on the sofa watching you quietly with his sad red eyes as you go about the day. Try to send him to bed though and he will insist that he’ll be too lonely if you don’t go with him. Congratulations, you’ve volunteered to sit at his bedside. Hold his hand and rub little circles on his palm, the happy smile he gives you is worth the effort.

He will talk to you in a soft voice, asking you questions about many things; your life, your favorite things, your dreams…he wants to know all about you and this opportunity is too good to pass up! Please tell him stories; he doesn’t care what kind. He will smile happily when the hero wins the love of their paramour. He will yell out loud during the exciting parts. You will scare him when the villain appears (don’t forget to give his hand an extra squeeze).

How can you tell when he feels better? He will probably ask you for a feast. Hey, he was sick and needs to eat now to recover! Just make sure you are the one ordering lunch or you may be in for some surprises. What do you mean Master? 95 white Persian monkeys are a great addition to a casual lunch! Ha ha!

When you see him just sitting quietly, you know something is up. Ask him how he is feeling, and he will give you a long appraising stare. If you continue to meet his eyes, he will finally tell you he isn’t feeling well at all. The fact that he opens up enough to let you know when he isn’t feeling well is a major show of trust. You must be doing something right!

What you do after that is highly dependent on his mood. If he is in a good mood, he will want to have you cuddle up and play with him all day long. Watching afternoon game shows on TV? Check. Playing card games? Check. Having ice cream for lunch? Why not? It’s just like being a child again. Are you making him feel better or is he making you feel better?

Or, if he is feeling down, he will only allow you to talk to him while he continues to lay down. Don’t think that he isn’t paying attention though. Not only is he taking in everything you say, but he is also keenly observing you. If you aren’t careful, he’ll get all your secrets out of you. Hmm, but you told Azul we had fried chicken that day because you didn’t have time to cook. So that is what really happened, huh Master? Don’t worry, I won’t tell…for a price. I hope you are prepared to play with him all day tomorrow too.

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#pet au #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #kalim al asim #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst jamil #twst leona #twst kalim #twst rook

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Idia, Jack, Ortho and Ruggie 1 (stringyworm)

Summary: It's your birthday and you're face to face with a giant cake. Of course, things can't be calm while you're waiting with Crowley for the rest of the guests to arrive.

(Word Count: 875. Happy Birthday to you!)

You did not plan for a party. Honestly, you were more than content to just let the day pass by, letting in guests to leave behind their gifts, but of course it wouldn’t end that way.

It’s your own fault for thinking that your birthday would be just another day.

“That is,” you craned your neck up, trying to count the amount of candles within the multi-layered cake, “a very huge cake. And I’m pretty sure there are too many candles. I’m not over eighty yet.”

Nearly touches the ceiling. How did Crowley even get it in here while you were in the backyard?

Crowley popped up from behind the tower of cake, hat replaced with a cone hat covered in glitter and overly long streamers, “Would I dare to settle for a dinky cake?”

You huffed, leaning back against the chair Crowley insisted you sit on. “Modest was never your style.”

Just as you began to tilt your head back to rest it against the seat, you felt your neck press against two objects stuffed inside hood of your sweater. Two distinct squeaks of shock had you shooting right up.

“Huh?” You reached behind you, trying to fish out whoever sneaked their way inside your clothes, but the little criminals flew out and floated right in front of your face. “Oh, it’s you two.”

Idia and Ortho. The younger will-o’-the-wisp looked rather guilty, the bigger one just looked miffed. Hey, you didn’t exactly expect the two of them to be napping in your hood. Not your fault you lightly squished them.

“Don’t do that next time. I might nap on you by accident.” You poked their bellies, Ortho giving a wispy laugh while Idia tried his best to dodge, to no avail.

“Oh, what perfect timing!” The wisps flinched at the loud clap Crowley made. “While I can do it with just a flick of a finger, I shall extend my graciousness and have these two pets light up the candles for me!”

“Really?” Not even on your birthday will he let an opportunity to be lazy slide.

“Yes, really!” Absolutely shameless, this man. “Wouldn’t it be fun for them?”

You would’ve shut him down if it weren’t for the fact that Idia and Ortho were slowly floating over to the unlit candles, their little hands reaching out as though to touch it, but kept themselves at bay. It only clicked into your head what those two were thinking when they both turned their gemstone eyes to each other, little flicks of red and pink entering their flame. If they had mouths, you knew they would be grinning.

“You know what,” you leaned back once more, making sure you had a good view of the competition about to start, “yeah, let them go a little crazy.”

And that was all you had to say. As soon as your lips closed, Idia and Ortho zipped in opposite directions, circling the huge cake as they lit up the candles with their blue flames. They weren’t wisps so much as they were blue comets, leaving behind phantom trails as they both raced each other to the top.

Unfortunately, you would not bear witness to who won, for your eye caught a little wind spirit sprinting right up the leg of the table. Instinct had you scrambling forward, lashing out your hand just in time to grab a salivating Ruggie.

“No buddy,” you said through clenched teeth as Ruggie turned to you with watery eyes and tiny whines. They did not work. “You wait like everyone else. Jack! Get in here!”

Ruggie is a hoarder. He will grab more cake than he will ever eat, hide it away, and it let it spoil because he didn’t eat it fast enough. Sure, he shares it, but this much cake would be too much for everyone.

Just as Ruggie let his form become the wind, a lightening fast trail of fog launched over your shoulder. Ruggie’s aim was thrown off course and right on the floor. Being intangible, they didn’t land with a splat, so no worries there. They became solid again, Ruggie lightly growling as he laid flat on his belly while Jack sat on his back, keeping him pinned with his weight as his tail whipped back and forth.

“Good boy,” you reached down, patting Jack on the head, his tail wagging faster.

Finally, there was a knock on the door. Idia and Ortho peeked over the edge of the cake, Ruggie and Jack’s ears perked up high. All of them turned towards the door.

“Oh, seems everyone’s finally here!” Crowley gathered more party hats under his arm, all of them varying in gaudiness. “Let me get the door!”

When you were sure Crowley was out of earshot, you reached over, grabbed the knife on the table and sliced a few small pieces. You know they won’t be missed. There is too much cake to go around, after all.

After putting them on a paper plate, you place two on the ground, the other on a chair close to you.

“Well?” You gestured with your hands, “Go on. Eat.”

All four of them launched themselves at the cake, not caring for the frosting getting caught on their limbs.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #commission #commissioner: stringyworm #800 word ficlet #ignihyde #idia #idia shroud #ortho #ortho shroud #savanaclaw #ruggie #ruggie bucchi #jack #jack howl #house pet au #reader insert

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Hi!!! So I noticed that your requests are open, and I'd like to make a request, if you don't mind of course. But first of all, I just wanted to say that I really, REALLY love your writing, especially the hauntedhouseau!twst and bullyau!twst. I THRIVE from the feelings of hurt, angst and despair. Like, call me emotional or sensitive, but one time I literally cried for the reader (and grim, 'cause the grim ask also made me shed a few tears), because I can't help but feel sorry for them for being so helpless in their situation, but at the same time I liked the feeling of sadness and hurt in my chest(???). It really left a good impression on me, so much that your writing would randomly pop up in my head for weeks, for no reason at all.

Sorry, I rambled a bit back there didn't I? I was planning on writing more about the reasons why I fell in love with your writing, but I don't want to make this ask longer than it was supposed to be. I wanted to ask you multiple requests too, but I also don't want to burden you by asking too much, so I'm just gonna ask one that's been on my mind the most. Could I please ask for more about Bullyau!Ruggie? His relationship with the reader in the AU have caught my eye the most. That's all, thank you for all of your efforts in writing fics for us! We greatly appreciate it!

This is so cute no words can express how happy this made me 😭

I try my best to please both, also this was more of me giving a story than headcanons.

Back to your request-

tw. yandere, bullying, dubcon kissing/touching, mentions of suicide and starvation, graphic violence, being sold off at one point.

cw. bathing scene but gentiles are not described.

He gave you a sandwich.

Mayo and egg mashed up with a single crisp of a lettuce. It dangles in front of you, staring at it with a gulp. Ruggie's head turns to give you a look, noticing how you hadn't reached for the damn thing. His face frowns, making you flinch that you had upset him in some way. He sighs, propping himself down next to you.

Your body screams in pain, blitz of cuts run down your legs and nose. Barely managing to avoid Floyd. Alarmed, his sudden movements has you backing slightly to the wall before he grabbed your hands and roughly placed the egg sandwich between them.

"I couldn't find you in your dorm, Leona told me to feed you something since you've been going on a hunger strike."

Ruggie sounded disappointed. And that made you hallow at some point. Because he's taken the role of caring for you, unwanted yet needed. You'd hate to admit it, but seeing Ruggie makes you a little bit happier.

The mention of starvation has you eyeing the cold sandwich, you weren't allowed to eat. You're not sure if you told yourself that or someone else did, it felt wrong but his glare has you shakily bringing it close to your mouth.

You have started to doze off, eating mindlessly as he dabs your face with a wet cloth to clean the blood oozing from your nose. Hearing him whisper to himself whilst wiping the egg crumbs on your lips. Finishing, you shyly glance up at him, having the urge to tell him you feel like throwing it up. But you don't want to get slapped across the head for such a childish threat, swallowing whenever your throat tightens. Instead, like you were taught, you watch him disinfect your wounds and lastly bandage them.

He gets up, patting his pants down. You bring your knees closer to your chest as he stretches with a bored yawn, telling you to go and hide near Savanaclaw territory as Leona is in a good mood.

He won't hurt you as bad as he did.

You know it was a lie. Yet you nod, lips turning into a frown as he leaves you.

You laid on your back and gazed upon the stars.

Petting Grim who failed to stay up to protect you as he claimed; laying next to your side. Ruggie not too far. With his hands supporting his head and mimicking you. For some reason it's never pitch black at night as it was in your world, there are swirls of purple and blue with stars shining twice as bright.

Breathing softly as the cool air envelops your skin, eyes closed tightly as you lay a hand over your bruised neck. There’s still an adrenaline rush pumping in your lungs, Ruggie’s presence not helping the situation.

“Do you think of killing yourself one day, [Name]?”

Normally, the question would have you stuttering an answer. Yet there wasn’t a reason to lie.

“Sometimes.”

Hoarse. Slowly opening your eyes and turning your head to the side to look at him. He’s thinking the same, propping himself on his side with his hand supporting his cheek this time.

“Yea? What’s stopping you?”

Your nails dig into your palm and a sudden rush of tears swell. Was it the thought of leaving Grim on his own? Or perhaps the fear of where your soul may go and be stuck for eternity with the ghosts? Whatever the cause, you certainly don’t wish to die. And that makes you hysterical.

“I don’t know.”

Covering your face out of embarrassment, too many times have they made you purposefully cry: however it brings you red to even show such vulnerability.

Ruggie blinks at you before sighing deeply to himself. He brings his face closer to yours to lick at your tears, murmuring how you’ve already cried so much today. It’ll make you dehydrated if you keep it up. It’s comforting in a way, like a mother licking her kitten clean with his rough textured tongue.

His body moves on its own with hovering over you, watching you idly as you suck in a breath to control your whimpers and sniffles. He looks angry. Not at you. It can’t be you, you haven’t done anything. If it wasn’t you, then you can fear what the real problem was, that he was conflicted of himself. But the thought wasn’t strong enough for him to detain.

To engulf you by surprise and steal a kiss. More than once, twice, until you give in.

Only four people have seen you bare and soaked in water.

Trey being the first, scrubbing off the dirt and grimes on your skin after Ace and Deuce took you out.

Azul leaving you in his large tub to hide you away from the twins, remembering the annoyed expression he wore as he patted you down with a towel.

Lilia having the honors of a small lecture as he heals you from the cuts given by Sebek, the water was always cold.

And Ruggie, stars, you’d suffocate yourself in this very tub to let him care for you. The memories of being held down as money was thrown at him. How you groveled and beg for him to not let them take you. You shouldn’t expect so much from him, your attachment looking dull as he picks up the fallen goods without looking your way.

All means well. When you’re crawling back to him, scared and in need of help. You still find yourself in a humiliating situation, one you barely plan on changing.

It felt good at least. Drawn a hot bath, almost boiling your skin. His nails are insanely sharp as they dance over the open wounds near your chest. With half lidded eyes, you ponder to yourself as he stitched up the wound with a needle and thread.

His hands were similar to theirs, roughing you by the hair and clumsily carving into your flesh. Comparing it to Ruggie’s was an understatement, he hadn’t touched you like them. Sure he was tough on you and maybe left a mark once in a while.

But his touch was something you’d rather have than what they gave you. So you relax even when the pain eats at your nerve system. Shaking limbs rippling the water.

Comfort is a false statement. But you can always dream.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x reader #bully!au #hmm this a lil too soft #but it ruggie so it okaz

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