The Gasp I Gasped

The gasp I gasped

october writing prompt #9 - love letter

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character: jack howl, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

He... wasn't sure how it ended up like this.

Jack just wanted to get closer to you, honestly. But... when he saw others getting more and more friendly with you, he couldn't stand it.

Worse was when he found another first year writing a love letter for you, even asking him to proofread it and tell them if he thought you would like it. He... couldn't control himself, then.

It wasn't his fault, really!

He just... had to do something to get the situation under control. He was sure that you'd forgive him if you found out, wouldn't you? You were always so good to him, there's no way that you wouldn't.

But, you know, for safety... he'd never let you figure it out.

At some point, he gets the smart idea to find ways to make others avoid you. Some threatening, some rumors, what difference did it make. As long as you were all his, it didn't matter.

And of course, you'd have to lean on him if he was all you had.

Jack couldn't wait to make that happen.

And while he waited, he would be satisfied with the way his fellow first years faces turned white whenever he found them doing anything distasteful... they shouldn't even be allowed to look at you with their filthy gazes.

He was just protecting you, didn't you know?

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Writing prompts, October edition ✨

Cw: implied drugging, plot twist ig, Deuce is. Very. Pathetic here. Enjoy??? Gn reader

3. Drool+Holding Hands ft. Deuce Spade

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you.

It was as if his body had worked on its own, moving closer to snuggle into yourself, taking in the scent of comfort that seemed to pour out of you with each passing moment. Entwining his fingers with yours, marvelling at how well they fit with his. The sheer amount of euphoria this experience granted him pushed him over the edge, shakily falling onto your lap, dizzy

“Redacted… do you love me?” He whispered out, shuddering at the feeling of your cold fingers tracing his neck

“I will always love you, Deuce.” The sweet smile on your face held every drop of adoration you had in store for this… puppy of a man you had wrapped around your arms

Sure, it took a little… nudging, for him to finally get over how shy he was, but you were patient. You’d wait for years if it meant that Deuce would be yours. Slipping small, unimportant doses of love potions into the lunches you worked so hard on for him was simply a precaution. Dealing with all those overblots sure gave you at least some sense as to how this world worked, and having a cute and loyal partner to help go through tough times together was certainly the least you deserved.

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you. And you were well aware.

Boyyyy 🌚

october writing prompt #16 - heart

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character: silver, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, stalking, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Silver had always known there was something different about the way you drew him in.

Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but find his way to you. No matter what he did, or how much he tried to ignore his feelings, it always came back to you.

Though, he probably should've known by now that hearts will do as they please without concern for any logic. Watching you now (as he had many times before, admittedly), in the position he was, he had no choice but to admit that to himself. Finally.

Observing you had come easy to him.

It was instinct to glance your way whenever in your presence, noting whatever was going on with you that day and absentmindedly detecting any relevant information.

Which, really, could be anything.

He could consider anything about you to be the 'most important'. You were his world, his gravity, his heart. You were his fate. Anything you shared, even unwittingly, was just meant to be.

Though his tendency to fall asleep was a bit of an obstacle, Silver knew that it would all come together soon enough anyways.

You were his heart, and he was yours. Obviously. You just didn't know it yet - that was okay. He'd help you realize.

Proof of your connection was only solidified by the little things he found that you left behind, surely supposed to be offerings to make you two all the closer. You just seemed to be shy about talking face to face - he was fine with that. He could wait.

He had all the time in the world, if it was for you.

No matter what came between you, fate was sure, and that was all that mattered to him.

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Okay so first you make me cry happy tears and then you smack me in the face with this. Angst filled steak. :,)

october writing prompt #11 - broken + angst

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character: azul ashengrotto, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, angst, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Azul had always felt broken, in some way or another, if he was honest with himself.

He had never been anyone's first pick.

Which he could understand, truly - even as he ran a charitable business, he was seen as more of a shark than the gracious benefactor he was. All because people were afraid of fulfilling their sides of their deals.

But that was fine.

He had Jade, and Floyd, and had made a successful name for himself. Though... it was a lonely living.

Working was all he did with his time. Whether that be running the Lounge, or working on contracts or doing anything else needed behind the scenes, it was undeniable that he had turned into something of a workaholic.

After all, if he didn't have anything to show for himself, was he really worth anything?

It was... difficult. Living like this.

And then, Great Seven, you came into his life. The genuinely kind prefect of Ramshackle dorm, helping others at no merit to yourself and watching out for those you could. All without magic.

You piqued his interest immediately, of course, as someone with both connections and services to offer him. But then... his overblot came. And he saw you in an entirely new light.

He knew of your optimistic views before, some could even say childish, but when you outright forgave him for his atrocious behavior almost as soon as the ordeal had ended? He was taken aback.

Azul, seeing you, felt compelled to do more than work for what felt like the first time in his life.

The octopus was awkward about it, just like he was with everything else, stumbling and stuttering and blushing his way through your interactions.

But that was fine.

You were understanding, and oh so benevolent, welcoming into your little circle with open arms and a compassionate smile. Though... your friendliness never grew further than that.

Just. Friends.

His emotions for you swelled and stormed, and you never seemed to have an inkling as to what you did to him.

Giving him heart palpitations and butterflies in his stomach like in the movies, causing him to get distracted more and more often from his work. Profits started decreasing, at some point, though he hardly noticed. Jade scolded him, but he just couldn't get his mind off of you.

You, who were tenderhearted and caring - looking after Grim and the other first years, and anyone else who might need it. If he hadn't known of your oblivious nature, he might've been jealous, but he held it back for your sake. After all, you never noticed any romantic advances.

Right?

Or was it just his, that you didn't notice? He could swear, sometimes, that you were a bit too close to your friends, helping them just a bit too often.

But that was fine, wasn't it?

You wouldn't leave Azul all alone, would you? You'd have to love him, didn't you? He'd already given up so much for you... when would you just notice him?

He knew that the Tweels could tell something was wrong, as he grew ever more manic and paranoid, keeping tabs on you as discreetly as he could afford, taking more and more time away from the Lounge to instead try and worm his way closer and closer to you.

It... never seemed to work.

If he couldn't get your attention like this... maybe you just needed a bit of a motivator. He could do that. All he had to do was show you how much he loved you, didn't he?

It would... it would all be fine.

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AWAY FROM MY SON, SNAKEY 😔

october writing prompt #7 - accident + sick / injury

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character: jamil viper, twisted wonderland - others mentioned

contains: oc used as main character - not an x reader, slight yandere themes, male main character

view the oc here. for basics, he's more or less a black panther beastman (referred to as hybrid, as they are different things, but similar) named yuujirou. you can read the fanfic i'm writing for him here (quotev) or here (ao3).

Looking at the serpent in front of him, Yuujirou couldn't help but purse his lips with just a hint of distaste - nothing against Jamil, of course, but rather against what him being here meant.

You see, it wasn't exactly an ideal situation that the hybrid found himself in. It never seemed like it was.

Kalim had drug him into attending one of Scarabia's infamously spontaneous parties last night, and Yuujirou had ended up becoming ill. Not that he minded - leaving the gathering early was all but a blessing.

But, today, he was unfortunately made to stay home. So, here he was in Ramshackle, resting as much as he could without having Grim in his sights. He hadn't been expecting Jamil, evidently, especially with the blankets he had draped around him like a cloak, and his obvious bed-head.

"...So. Kalim sent you?"

"Yes, he insisted upon it." Jamil sighed, his stony façade breaking as he studied the panther with sharp eyes, relaxing in his presence and adjusting the items in his hold. Likely, a form of apology from Kalim. "Where has Grim gone off too? I thought he'd be taking the day off from classes as well."

He seemed fine for the most part, the serpent noted, despite how urgent he had been to just get out last night. For a moment there, he had even seemed like he was going to run out without any supervision to ensure that he would recover.

Everyone knew how impossible it was to find the hybrid when he wanted to remain hidden, so Jamil had been tasked with coaxing him back to Ramshackle - something he took pride in doing well even if it had led to him seeing the more concerning notes of last night.

The hybrid had been sick, violently so, and dazed beyond belief. It was something... far from comforting to see, knowing how sharp and present Yuujirou was at all times. Keeping him focused and cooperative was nearly impossible, but somehow, he had figured it out. A fact he was quite proud of - and one that had depressed Kalim to no end.

The panther hummed lightly, bringing the other back to the present, relaxing at the thought of his cub and gesturing for Jamil to come sit at the dining table with him.

"Jade offered to look after him for the day when he came by with Floyd this morning. He was quite upset when he heard that I wouldn't be there to help him stay entertained today, and when it came up Jade mentioned that it was the least he could do since I'm ill, with how much Floyd clings to me."

Jamil took a seat parallel from him, but cringed at the mention of the eels. "I truly... do not understand how you and them get along so well. But, I suppose that's not truly my business... It's likely better that you don't have to watch Grim while you're recovering, anyways. He must be a handful."

A nod from Yuujirou, and a thoughtful hum, even if he wouldn't have described the kit like that himself he couldn't deny the statements truth.

There's a moment of comfortable silence, both of them relaxing in the quiet company, and then shuffling when Jamil starts to present the things that he had brought with him.

"...I did my best to help Kalim select things that you would find useful, but I wasn't sure if there was any differences in medicines between beastmen and hybrids. If anything is out of place, let me know." His tone is clipped, but not unfriendly, and Yuujirou nods in understanding as his tail lazily swishes behind him.

"How are you feeling? Really, I'm unsure of how this even happened - I'll ensure that I find the mistake and amend it accordingly. If there's outside work to blame, I'll correct whoever thought to do this."

Yuujirou cocked his head at the sudden dark tone that Jamil's voice took, attentive as he looked at him with curious eyes.

"I'm sure it was just an accident, Jamil." He soothed unintentionally, not even noticing how much the serpent softened upon hearing his smooth voice. "That, or perhaps it was just something I'm unused to. There's many foods like that here, I've found... And, combined with the noise..."

It's the others turn to be curious, this time, full attention affixed to the hybrid in front of him at the casual admittance of what seemed to be a continued issue.

"Oh?" He prompted, but upon only receiving a nod, continued. "That seems that it would be quite a possibility, as well... Perhaps I'll have to ensure that you're able to experience more of the cuisine of the Scalding Sands..."

"And of the noise... I wish there was more I could do." Jamil sighs heavily, a wrinkle on his nose to go with his distasteful expression.

His eyes flick to Yuujirou's ears, almost hidden in his messy black hair, before focusing back on his face. Looking closely, one might've noticed his pupils dilate ever so slightly and how the slightest flush creeped up to his cheekbones, betraying his true emotions. He truly did care for the hybrid, didn’t he?

Clearing his throat, he regains both his train of thought and his composure, and continues. "As fond as Kalim is of you, I'm not quite sure that he'd give up on getting you to attend his meaningless celebrations."

Jamil doesn't bother to hold back the undercurrent of disdain in his voice as he normally would, sighing with a roll of his eyes, being rewarded by an affirming hum coming from Yuujirou.

"...I'm sure we'll work out a solution." Is what he decides upon answering, nuzzling into the blankets around him without much a thought, not even paying attention to how the serpent's heartbeat quickened as he sighed out in obvious contentment.

"I'd like to go back to resting, I think." The panther states after a few more moments of silence, blinking and rubbing his slightly bleary eyes. "You're free to take a break and stay at Ramshackle for awhile, if you'd like. It would be nice to have some good conversation."

Visibly lighting up, Jamil agrees before he can stop himself, and decides that it won't be so bad to get a bit behind on his tasks.

As long as he gets to stay with Yuujirou, and see this vulnerable state that few others were allowed to, he would be happy. It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, but once he does he helps the hybrid back up, letting him lead the way to the couch.

They spend the next while in comfortable quiet conversation, lazing as much as they could afford, soon falling into much needed sleep in each others company.

This will be quite the sight for whoever stumbles into them, hm?

BRO WHAT IS TJIS 💔

“WAKA SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”