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Yan! Kalim Al-Asim x Reader

Halloween AU

CW/TW: Implied dub-con

The belief that one's own view of reality is the only reality is the most dangerous of all delusions.

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You hate it here.

“Just one night.” Your parents cajoled you. One night at the Asim’s, as close friends. You don’t want to be rude, do you?

The wine in your chalice reflects your annoyed countenance, before it’s muddled as it’s swirled around. The music that echoes in the grand hall is lively, as expected of a banquet hosted by the Asims. Dancers on the floor are swirling and flying to the music from the band, their shiny colorful fabrics weaving through the air like birds through the sky. The aroma of spices wafts through the air from the tables piled high with delicious foods and drinks.

If you lost yourself in the atmosphere, you could almost say you were enjoying yourself.

“[First]!”

You bow your head and take a deep breath. A headache conveniently wracks through your forehead. You down your wine glass and grimace. Turning around with all traces of negative emotions wiped, you smile as genuinely as you can.

“Hey, Kalim.”

Strong warm arms encircle you and your vision is darkened momentarily as you process the smell of heady wine and incense as fur tickles your face. You put your arms around him awkwardly as social politeness dictates and pat his back, counting the seconds to when he finally lets go.

It’s a full ten seconds before the young werewolf pulls back to grin at you with shiny ruby eyes.

“It’s been so long since you visited! I’ve been sending so many letters and gifts but they must’ve not reached you.” Kalim pouts, ears lowered back like a puppy. You grit your teeth.

“Oh yeah, it might’ve gotten lost in the delivery.” You reply with a strained smile. He’s still holding onto you with his claws dug into the fabric of your silk kameez. Although he is a prestiged werewolf to be feared, at the moment, Kalim was nothing more than a clingy dog.

A very annoying, clingy dog.

“Well, don’t let me take all your time,” you try to discreetly remove his hands from your shoulders, but they tighten, making you press your lips together. “I’m sure you have more important people to talk to than just lil ol’ me!”

“What are you saying? You’re the most important guest to me!” Kalim winds a tight arm around your waist much to your dismay, and starts urging you towards the center of the party.

"I'm flattered, Kalim but–" Your words are drowned out by the sound of the sitar and drums as the guests cheer and clap to the beats. Kalim grins and winks at you, dragging you even closer to the center of the floor and horror dawns on you as you realize exactly what he's trying to do.

It's too late to pull out of his tight grip and he spins you as the roar of the crowd reaches new heights. Forced along, you’re chest to chest to Kalim as the melody guides you to spin and jump to the people’s claps.

It feels like ages pass until the final beat signals the end of the composition and you’re all too ready to tear yourself from the commotion to slip away into a quiet hall. Before you can though, those familiar arms drag you in the opposite direction.

“That was so much fun, wasn’t it, [First]?” Kalim grins down at you as he ushers you to the food tables and your patience slips even more.

“Ah, yes! I’m feeling tired at the moment, though–”

“Come, come eat! Jamil helped make this curry, it’s the best!”

It’s like it all goes in one fluffy ear and out. You grab another glass of wine as Kalim continues to ramble on while bracing yourself for another long, long night.

—

You’re not sure how you came to meet Kalim.

That was how insignificant meeting him affected your life. Sure, he was the only heir to the famous werewolf merchant clan, the Asims. He was definitely richer than anyone in the area, perhaps excluding his royal relatives. He may have had strong mana compared to no one within the Scalding Sands.

But that was…it.

His oblivious and kind natured attitude made you more annoyed than endeared, than anything. The way he always tried to be optimistic got on your nerves, especially during negotiations or Seven forbid, arguments. Forgiving his closest attendant for trying to kill him–you sometimes wonder what goes through his delusional mind.

Fate did not care about your anger though.

For some damn reason, he’s latched onto you, out of all the people that frequently visit the clan. Always trying to offer you honeyed dates and glittering gold bangles each time you have to make an appearance with your parents. You’ve tried nearly everything within civil reason to shake him off, to no avail.

And much to your chagrin, both your parents only coo and chuckle about how the two of you are such ‘love birds’ and how it’s ‘only a matter of time before there’s a wedding banquet held’. You’d violently protest if it wasn’t for the fact that the Asim family could easily put your family’s caravan business out of commission. So, instead you awkwardly smile and laugh along with the bad jokes.

You’re getting worried though. With each time you’re forced to greet Kalim, he’s only gotten bolder. His touches have started out ghost like to the tight tips of his sharpened claws wandering your hips and lower back. He so easily kisses your cheeks and hugs you whenever he gets the chance to. At this point, Kalim could probably demand you to sleep with him and you couldn’t refuse.

Which is why you begged your parents to be sent out on the next caravan expedition to the far east. They hemmed and hawwed for a long time: the east was so far from home and there were so many dangers along the main trade routes, even with added protection. But that's exactly why you wanted to go. A long expedition away from Kalim? It was just what you needed.

But you also fear becoming like him, the more time you spend with him. Surrounded by luxuries and comfort, not trying to see past the glittering sand and jewels of books and attendants. You wanted to learn with experience, negotiate using your own skills, and finally become the merchant you’ve always yearned to be. You wanted to be independent and grow.

That’s the only thought getting you through what you hoped to be the last time you have to see Kalim.

—

The taste of sour grapes lingers on your tongue when you wake up the next morning.

The feeling of nausea reminds you of your foolish decision to drink yourself to oblivion to get through the night. You make the usual futile promise to yourself to never drink that much again, and try to sit up.

A sharp pain splits your head and you groan, rubbing your forehead. However, as the ache dies down, another painful feeling arises from it. Did you sleep in the wrong way that made your neck ache?

You stumble like an undead person to a mirror and stare.

There’s a large bite mark on your neck. Several teeth marks indented, others scarred over and just barely bleeding, but fresh, nonetheless. It doesn’t hurt as bad as your hangover but even you can feel the amount of magic that just barely seeps from the wound.

Your heart drops to your stomach.

A werewolf bite.

The door opens at your revelation and Kalim comes in, all beaming and smiles as if you weren’t this close to having a meltdown. His tail wags even harder as he takes you in, staring at your own reflection with your bite.

“You woke up! I’m glad, you really did have a lot to drink, haha!” He draws closer and wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the bite. It takes everything in you not to scream as he kisses it ever so gently.

“I tried to be gentle, but a mating mark always hurts the first time,” he murmurs into your skin, “thankfully I think the wine helped with the pain!”

“Kalim…what…what is–”

“Isn’t this great? Now we can get married just like our parents wanted!” You’re left speechless as he looks up and stares at your reflection, striking ruby eyes meeting yours.

“I…I didn’t want this!” You push him off, taking him off guard.

It’s like you finally process that you’re not in your room, this was not your bed, and this most assuredly was not what you were supposed to be waking up to. You were supposed to be preparing for your expedition with your caravan not playing house with a deranged dog!

“I hate you Kalim Al-Asim,” you spit his full name with venom on your tongue, “I would never agree to be your mate! I don’t even love you!”

And for a full tense, ten seconds, he stares at you with blank eyes.

“Your hangover is really hitting you hard, huh?” You can only blink in disbelief as he smiles obliviously again. “We should get you some water and soup!”

He calls for someone, but your brain is too frazzled and desperate to try and comprehend any of this, that you try to run past Kalim.

You forgot that werewolves have sharp reflexes.

Kalim just laughs merrily as he scoops you up bridal style and walks towards the bed again, plopping you back within terribly soft blankets and pillows. Before you can even think of rolling off the mattress, he cages you in, humming as he encases your body with his, entwining hands and legs together.

“Now, my love, what jewelry do you want to wear for the wedding?”

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #my works #actually p happy w how this turned out!#alrighty #thats 4/7 dorms tackled for halloween au

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