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reformedladyfandom · 2 years

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Here is the Colombian recipe for the famous arepas con queso from julieta madrigal

#encanto #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #arepa con queso #colombian #dísney recipe #the madrigal family

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azucarera-art · 2 years

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international pen pals: miscommunication

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rats-are-cute-recipes · 2 years

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Arepas con Queso

These arepas are a secret family recipe which I stole from my abusive papa. Fuck you papa, now everyone gets our arepas

Ingredients

♡ 2 cups masa flour

♡ 2 cups chicken broth

♡ Mozzarella cheese, shredded

Instructions

☆ Preheat oven to 350°F

☆ Mix together masa and broth

☆ Heat about 2 Tblsp oil in a pan

☆ Roll small balls out of the dough. Flatten them, then sprinkle cheese in them, fold them over, and flatten again

☆ Cook the dough balls in the oil for a few minutes on each side

☆ Remove dough and place on a foil-covered baking sheet

☆ Bake in oven for 10 minutes

☆ Serve with sour cream and guacamole

#my recipe #my recipes #gluten free #gluten free recipe #gluten free recipes #recipe #recipes #arepas #latin american recipe #stealing recipes from abusive family members #arepa #arepa con queso #nut free #egg free

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encantosimpshey · 2 years

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❥ 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒔

"NOW YOU'LL MIX- wait. Did you wash your hands?" Eliana looked up from arranging the dishes they used.

Camilo gasped, feigning offense. "Of course I did!"

"He didn't. Not after he licked the batter off his fingers while you weren't looking." Isabela didn't even look up from her book about carnivorous plants.

The man scowled at the Isabela before turning back to Eliana, "I did! But then I saw some of the batter falling off the bowl so I saved it and because it was already on my finger and I don't like wasting food, I just-"

He was cut off with Mirabel bumping him with her hip. "Just wash your hands already primo! I know you wanna look cool in front of her but now's not the time."

Camilo was about to protest when she spoke again, this time to Eliana. "I'll help you with those!"

"It's okay, Mira. Me and my assistant baker/errand boy here got this." She smiled reassuringly at the pregnant woman.

Mirabel deflated at the thought of resting aka doing nothing again but immediately recovered. "Assistant and errand boy huh? You know~ Camilo's capable of being so much mo-"

"MIRABEL!" Camilo glared at her, a hot feeling rising in his chest (probably anger...).

Despite emitting an aura that said he wanted to stuff a lot of the arepas they'll make in Mirabel's throat to stop her from spouting any more weird stuff, the others couldn't really take him seriously. He looked just like a angwy puppy, with the fluffy hair, small pout and all.

Dolores sighed at the two, a small smile on her lips. "You can stay here, Mira. I have some gossip for you."

Mirabel was about to protest, wanting to poke fun at her cousin to get back for all those times he teased her and Dante. But as she caught a certain glint in the woman's eyes, she immediately went to sit down beside Dolores and the two started gossiping in hushed voices. Soon, Isabela also joined, commenting here and there.

Meanwhile, Camilo was at the sink, side by side with Eliana. He didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Especially after that.

He stole a glance at the other and bit his lip. She didn't even look fazed! Was he the only one who felt like melting into a pile of shame at what Mirabel implied? Or was she just better at concealing her feelings?

He sighed. These were some of the times he wished he was more like Eliana. Always politely smiling and reserved, never wearing her feelings on her cheek.

But at the same time, that's the reason why she's so hard to be friends with. Heck, it took him 5 years- 5 YEARS! to see that she was more than the Mona Lisa persona she had around everyone.

A small smile crawled on Camilo's face. It was worth it though. She's amazing...

When he finally came to from his mini-daydream, Camilo noticed Eliana was not with him anymore. She was having some small talk with Isabela and Carmen, who just came back from playing music for the village people.

He quickly turned off the faucet and dried his hands. He took his time and listened to their conversation.

"-eah. The kids even asked if the reason I didn't miss a beat the whole time was because you taught me a complex magic trick. I'm hurt that they didn't think it was because of pure talent!" Carmen dramatically placed a hand on her head as Eliana started to apologize.

Isabela rolled her eyes, smiling. "Don't mind the reina del drama, Liana. She's just kidding." With a flick of her hand, a flower crown of lavenders landed nicely on Eliana's hair.

Carmen smiled as well, "Yeah, I don't mind or blame them... My playing was magical after all~" She wriggled her brows at Isabela, who rolled her eyes again, the smile still on her lips betraying that she found Carmen's remarks amusing.

"Why don't you play for us then?" Isabela challenged, wanting to hear the new melodies her wife came up with.

Eliana clasped her hands and nodded. Carmen sighed, pretending to not like the idea of playing for them after a long day.

Not used to Carmen's antics, Eliana immediately adds, "Please do! It might help with the arepas. If the environment is nice, the food will taste better."

Isabela's eyes widened, an excited gleam in her eyes. "Carmen, play for her. Now."

The other was caught off guard at her wife's demand, but didn't question it. After all, she knew Isabela was excited to know music didn't just affect plant growth and health, but food too.

Eliana turned to Camilo. "Let's start mixing!"

Ever since Eliana and her sister came, the house, especially the kitchen, started to feel livelier. Usually, Casita, despite being a living house, was bare and empty as every Madrigal would leave from sun up to down to help the village people. Only during family dinners or ceremonial events did Casita feel alive.

But now, laughter, music, and indistinct chatters filled Casita with a homey atmosphere and everyone was significantly happier with this lovely change Eliana brought.

And as Camilo stared at Eliana hum with the music Carmen was playing, Camilo couldn't help but feel a warm and light feeling rise in his chest.

"I can't wait to eat your arepas." Eliana flashed him a gentle smile, pride evident in her expression. The whole time they were in the kitchen, he hadn't messed up or burnt anything. An achievement he still hadn't processed.

"Yeah..." Camilo drawls, eyes still on the woman beside him even though she already turned away.

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translations :

• reina del drama ~ drama queen

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lizzywrites1 · 2 years

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I told some of my students I would make them arepas con queso.

So here I am, at midnight, wrapping it up because between a horse colicking at my other job and seeing my boyfriend, all after school; now was my only option.

I got scolded by my parents for cooking at this time of night and honestly, the kids are probably gonna think they’re bland because I got the recipe from TikTok...

I’ll let you guys know what they thought of it tomorrow.

#arepa con queso #students #horses #boyfriend #oh my #Yes i could have just made the arepas at my boyfriend's place #but I had to go to the farm to make sure this horse was okay #then go straight to his house #rather than run home to get the stuff and then go to his house #we are both Portuguese #so we are unfamiliar with Colombian dishes #I made us mini pizzas for dinner using english muffins #he loved them #wife me up

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p1nb4ll741 · 2 years

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my spanish teacher is a motherfucker made us watch encanto in class and now im in my kitchen listening to the entire soundtrack and making arepa con quesos damn you mr ortiz

#encanto #arepa con queso #damn you spanish teacher

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jacarandaaaas · 2 years

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me and my sister just made arepas for the first time and can I say they really are healing

#encanto #encanto disney #arepa con queso

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nycmixing · 2 years

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Rockaway Beach // Passion Fruit + Jasmine Herbal Tea + Empanada + Arepa

#rockaway beach #beachday #beachvibes #passion fruit #jasmine #herbal #herbal tea #arepa #arepa con queso #empanadas #summer

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egofan4evr · 7 months

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#encanto #arepas con queso #disney #recipe #colombian #cooking #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal

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deliciously-vegan · 2 years

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Arepas Con Queso (Vegan Cheese Arepas)

2 cups masa de arepa (Harina PAN) 1 tsp sea salt 1 tsp cane sugar 2 tbsp melted (butter-flavoured if possible) coconut oil 1/4 cup non-dairy milk or creamer 2 packed cups vegan cheddar or mozzarella cheese shreds 2 1/2 cup warm water In a large glass bowl, sift together the masa de arepa, sea salt and cane sugar. Stir in the melted coconut oil. Use hands to combine fully. Stir in the non-dairy milk (or creamer). Use hands to combine fully. Stir in the vegan cheese shreds. Stir in the warm water until everything is well-combined. (Dough will be wet and sticky.) Let dough rest for about 30 minutes to stiffen up a bit. Give dough one more work-through with hands. With clean damp hands, form golf-sized balls with dough. Flatten into discs. Heat a large saucepan over medium-low heat. Coat the bottom of the pan with a thin layer of coconut oil (butter-flavoured if possible). When pan and oil are hot, place discs into pan and fry for several minutes each side until golden. Remove from pan and allow to cool for a few minutes. Repeat with remaining dough. Serve immediately as is or with condiment of choice. Yields; about 2 dozen arepas.

#arepas #vegan arepas #Vegan cheese arepas #arepas con queso vegano #arepas veganas #vegan colombian #vegan venuzuelan #vegan south american

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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What if Dolores, Camilo and Mirabel did the cheese challenge to Isabela and took off running when Isabela was chasing them with the cheese still on her face. 😁

“Isabela, please don’t hurt us!” Mirabel hollered as Isa chased after all of them with the belt. “We didn’t mean anything by it!”

“Next time you try some funny shit like that, do it on Camilo! He’s an actual baby, after all!” Isabela screamed.

“Hey! Everyone knows I hate cheese!” Camilo argued back.

“You like Tia’s arepas con queso, though,” Dolores exposed him.

“Oh yeah...that’s, like, the one exception.” Camilo shrugged.

#sorry this turned into something different btw #isabela madrigal #isabela my beloved #isabela is best girl #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto #cheese challenge #cheese #arepas con queso #fanfic prompts #encanto fanfic prompts #lilacschild

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loverofallthingssmart · 2 years

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eesha beloved what is ur tag for brown eyes!!!!! i saw elves w canonical blue eyes and had to sit facedown at the table for a full minute why is that a thing.................. anyw brown eyes THEEEEEEEE most beloved and also i hope ur doing well wishing you luck in school and also good tea <3333

sun beloved ill do u one better here's the link to all the posts with my brown eyes tag im SO sorry bestie im right with you why do elves uphold eurocentric beauty standards................a question that will forever haunt me

#it PAINS me PHYSICAL pain when i think of tam + linh + wylie + maruca with blue eyes they actually ALL have brown eyes idc idc #me collecting ur wishes of good luck like treasure ty ill need it <3 #im wishing you all the best for YOUR schooling i know for a fact ur arepas con queso are gonna be great and i hope u have some warm #hot choclate !!!!!#ink tag #ask me anything

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thanatopraxy · 2 years

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He's with me don't worry

#everyone on Twitter was like: AOTM?!?!?! VARIETY SHOW?!?! and I was like: MAGAZINE SHOOT?!??!! but no my mom made arepas con queso #he's having them #mine

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mistninja · 1 year

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#straight up salivating looking at pictures of arepas #oh arepas con queso we are really in it now

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yellowcry · 1 day

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'Til you can taste no more

Today Casita learned two things.

First is that even the calmer kids can get into an accident.

Second, you don't leave coffee on a table without supervision.

Pepa growled the cloud over her head thundered. She wasn't a morning person, but with three toddlers in the house, it was impossible to extend the nighttime.

The older kids were inseparable, more like siblings. When one of them wanted to start some shenanigan, the other would immediately join in. Luckily, Luisa didn't have her partner in crime. The house wouldn't survive it. And Jaime couldn't see her as often as kids that lived under one roof.

Casita clicked with a tile, pushing a cup filled with a steaming drink to Pepa. The woman smiled, about to take it. A good black coffee was the best way to start a good day and prepare for all the weather patterns surrounding it.

"Ouch!" Pepa was startled, jumping from her seat upon hearing her baby's whimpering. The wind grew around her, spreading tiny snowflakes around the dining room. They were melting on the warm surface, leaving wet drops everywhere.

In just a split second, Pepa rushed outside, leaving her coffee on the plate. Right now her child was in pain and motherly instincts worked up, spreading with anxious cold.

Dolores sat on the tilted floor, pulling her knee closer. Through the tear on her trousers, Pepa could see flayed skin, blood slowly dripping down. Her doll lay on the floor just next to her.

"Dolly, don't cry!" Isabela demanded nearby, patting her back. "I'm getting injuries all the time, Mi Mami will heal you!"

Pepa kneeled next to the children, she knew the pain from the skinned knee. In her youth, she had often got into troubles that left her injured. "Sweety, don't worry, we'll heal you! Your leg will be even better than before in no time." She leaned, giving a soft kiss on a torn place. Dolores was way more careful than both of her cousins and rarely got injuries. But even she wasn't immune to accidents. "Your Mamí's magical kiss will take away the pain." The wind shook the flower petals, ripping the pink bouquets off.

Isabela crossed her arms, unimpressed and mad at the plants getting destroyed. A little leader she was. "You don't heal anyone with kisses."

Pepa let out a soft chuckle, taking her child into her arms. "Sobrina, do you know what your Mamá says? The power of mother's love is magical!"

Dolores blinked, still in pain but now distracted. She loved knowing everything about everything and this concept certainly got her interest. "Will my kisses heal Señorita Dasa?" She reached for the knitted doll, hugging it.

Pepa smiled. It was so sweet. "Of course they will." She stood up, still with Dolores in her arms. "Let's get you to Tía."

The morning light was pushing itself through the windows, bright sunbeams crawled on the cupboards. Arepas con queso rustled on the stove. Agustín was leaning toward Julieta in a kiss. Obviously busy with their own things. If Pepa didn't know her sister this well, she would laugh over the possibility of burning the food. But by now she knew that her sister was an expert in holding things under control.

"Ew..." Isabela muttered, not bothering to be quiet. Her face winced from disgust over the sight. She ran to her parents, pushing her small arms between them. "It's gross! Stop!"

Julieta chuckled softly, taking a step back. Her eldest was such a brave little girl. Isabela's eyes looked from one of her parents to another, displeased with what she had caught them doing.

Pepa yelled, nervous, holding her child tightly. Pouring with a light rain. "Juli, Dolores needs food."

Julieta's eyes shifted to her sobrina, and she gasped. Taking care of everyone was a part. of her nature and she obviously got scared for Pepa's baby.

She quickly took one of fresh-made Arepas, passing it to Dolores.

The child winced but took a small bite. Getting her to eat was getting insanely hard after she got her gift. Dolores was fussing each time she had to, upset with the sound of her own chewing. It wasn't anything new, Pepa could not remember the time when she got her gift well, but Mamá had said that it was ugly.

The skinned skin healed in front of their eyes. Just like always. Pepa breathed out in relief. The rainbow glowed over her head, as Dolores stopped feeling pain. The fact that her little child was now okay was so perfect that the sky started to cry from happiness.

Dolores giggled, placing her palm under the cold drop, and listening to how it smashed against her skin. Unfinished arepa that she held got wet.

It didn't continue for much longer, Isabela, seeing that her cousin was okay now, took her again. Now discussing what should they draw on Bruno's rat telenovelas scripts. Pepa knew how wonderful it was to have your partner in crime living right by your side.

Pepa wiped off her tears. The kids were getting so big. It feels like only yesterday she and Julieta were betting on who would give birth first. And by now two of them had their own gifts. They were getting so big, and oh, how much Pepa wished to hold three of them as newborns again. Alas, babies were getting bigger every day.

At least her coffee would always stay the same...

Oh, about it! She's better to hurry up before it turns cold.

Julieta returned to the cooking routine, listening to her husband's awkward flirt. He sounded like a teenager who knew nothing about romance despite years of marriage. But it was part of him that Julieta loved as much as everything else. And better yet, he gave her two wonderful girls. Noisy and mischievous sisters.

Oh, what was Luisa doing right now? Julieta smiled to herself, kneading the dough. Maybe she joined the other kids, maybe she was with her Tíos. When there were three babies it was so hard to loom over everyone. How did Mamá manage to do it alone back then?

There was an evident thundering. Julieta could say she was used to the noise after almost thirty years since Pepa got her gift. With how emotional her sister was, entire Casita could hear the wind or thunder almost every day. Julieta wiped her tensed hands against her apron. Her eyebrows narrowed, eyes shifted to the wall. It was better to check on her sister as fast as she could.

Pepa stomped her foot with puffy cheeks. She crossed her arms, allowing rain to run down

her face, wetting her orange dress.

Julieta placed her hand on her chest, standing in the doorway. "Pepa? What happened?"

The gingerheaded threw her hand in the air. The thunder got louder. "My coffee had disappeared!" She waved at the empty coffee plate on the table.

Really? Julieta sighed, trying to keep Pepa calm. They could always make another cup. And there was more chance that Pepa didn't actually make it in the first place. With all of Julieta's respect, she couldn't think of a single person who would want Pepa's coffee. Mama was too squeamish to use other people's crockery and cutlery. Felíx wouldn't do anything that could make Pepa upset even if his life depended on it. Bruno and Agústin just weren't fans of black coffee.

Luisa appeared from the doorway, pacing on her small legs. She giggled, holding a cup with obvious patterns of drawn rain. As their plates and cups were made to match their gifts because Mamá didn't want them to mess it up by accident, there was no doubt of whom this certain cup belonged to.

Julieta kneeled in front of her youngest, taking the cup from her. "Lulu, where was it?'

Luisa jumped, filled with energy that wanted to spill out of her body, and pointed at the table. "It's yummy! Wanna more!" She demanded, placing her palms on her sides.

Years later, Julieta would still blame Pepa for making her daughter addicted to caffeine.

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustín madrigal

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olivyh · 1 year

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Jamil x male reader please. But with a language barrier, the language that the reader speaks is one that's very common in our world (like Spanish or something idk) but doesn't exist in twisted wonderland. So readers just been coasting by on his very limited Japanese/English until now.

Maybe they're cooking together (alien recipes, which is actually just Guatemalan or columbian food but to jamil its alien food) and then reader just starts flirting with him in Spanish and its just????? What????

A/N: Hello! I normally write for gn! reader, so that's what I went with- I hope that's alright <3. I also don't speak much Spanish so some of the phrases might be wrong since I used google! I love this concept, though!!! I wish TWST would expand on the use of language in their universe (I know in the novel there's a translation spell where everyone on campus can understand each other, but what about Yuu/mc? Either way this is a fun idea to play with! I also use "Commonspeak" for English/Japanese since England/Japan doesn't exist for them and it seems to be a common language for them!

Jamil wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up in this situation- cooking dinner with his friend on a Friday night, with the rest of his dorm fast asleep. Moonlight shone in brightly through the open window, illuminating the kitchen that was dark aside from the light above the stove shining down on the sizzling frying pan and the ingredients splayed out along the cold countertops. Truthfully, he was certain that his small crush on the prefect wouldn't go very far, especially since they could barely understand each other past a few words.

When he'd first met them, he instantly realized their struggle- unable to tell Ace off for doing something and having to focus harder on their conversations to even pick up on the smallest hints. Not to mention the variety in accents throughout the whole school; He could have sworn that they were going to have a meltdown when the Octavinelle trio started speaking to them and they learned that mer add clicks and chirps to most words. Truthfully, he'd felt a stab of pity for them and their limited understanding of Commonspeak.

Nevertheless, he still had a job to do. He felt as though he didn't have time to aid some otherworldly student. They had friends who were already helping them, he'd believed.

So why, why were they shaking him awake with that petrified look in their eyes? Covered in blot and sand that clung to their clothing and hair, sweat and tears combined on their skin as he faded in and out of consciousness, barely able to make out their shouts of half-Commonspeak half-alien language.

What he could understand was the pain in their voice, how their tears slipped past their eyelids and dripped onto his dusty and still partially blotted skin, how, no matter how much pain they were in due to the snakes that were latching onto their skin, they never let him go. He'd believed that everyone would be comforting Kalim- so why were they at his side now?

If you asked Jamil, he would, after lots of denials and snarky remarks, tell you that was when he fell for them first.

Now here he was, in the empty kitchen of his dorm, silent aside from the occasional clinking of dishes against the counter and the sizzling of whatever alien dish they'd decided to cook with him tonight. He wasn't sure what to do- he'd seen dishes similar to what they were making, but he didn't know exactly what they were making, so he felt as though he couldn't help much aside from cleaning the area they were cooking in. Fragrant aromas filled the room, and a selfish part of Jamil prayed that nobody else in the dorm could smell it so he could have a little bit more time to keep the prefect to himself.

"What is this, again?" He didn't mean to break the silence, speaking slowly enough for them to understand without becoming too distracted.

"It's chicharron colombiano y arepas con queso," He hums, finishing up the dishes and piling them onto the drying rack, turning away from the sink and leaning against the counter, watching their deft hands as they keep adding to the plate beside the stove.

"That's a lot of food," He comments offhandedly, mentally slapping himself for sounding so unenthusiastic. He shakes off the pit in his stomach as they begin to speak slowly.

"You didn't eat," Jamil pouts as they lift their head to meet his eyes. They look at him with so much concern and affection that he finds it hard to tear his gaze from their own, despite the uncomfortable fluttering of the butterflies in his stomach and the way his sweatshirt suddenly became too hot despite the chill that hung around Scarabia.

"You eat too, then," He argues. "I can't finish it all on my own."

They hum and nod. "I will, bonito."

"Bonito?" He questions, leaning in closer as he watches their shoulders stiffen and their movements pause for a moment.

"Eres bonito," They repeat, suddenly hyper-focused on the food in front of them rather than the man standing just to their right. He tilts his head.

"Que?" Jamil notices how they jolt and their head whips to him and feels a surge of pride course through his veins- he wanted to wait until he knew a little bit more of their language before he surprised them, but he supposed now was a good enough time. Besides, seeing how their face flushed and they attempted to hide in on themselves was more than enough of a reward. Despite his best efforts, there was no dictionary for their language, so learning it was a constant struggle for the man (who felt too embarrassed to ask them to teach him, especially not with how scattered his focus was whenever the two were alone. He was glad that he remembered that word now).

"Donde aprendise aso?" They ask him, voice climbing an octave. He chuckles, glad to have the upper hand in this situation for once.

"Tu," He, as suavely as he could with how badly he felt his hands were shaking from the nerves, takes the spatula from their hands and goes to flip the meat inside the pan. Was he saying it right? Were they looking at him out of the shock of his knowledge, or because he was mispronouncing something?

He turns to notice their pout before they mutter something under their breath, slowly plating the rest of the food and turning the stovetop off.

"Hm? What was that?" He tries to hide the teasing grin on his face and stifles the chuckle that bubbled up his throat at the shock that was plastered across their face. "Eat up before it gets cold."

"Es por eso que te amo," They smile up at him innocently before taking a bite of food, chewing slowly. Jamil raises an eyebrow and goes to his own plate, eating in silence. The flavors melt against his tongue and he feels the way the love poured into the meal seems to seep into his heart as well, the domesticity of the moment being something he wanted to savor just as much as the meal. After a little bit, both of them lean back against the counter, their plates cleared.

Jamil grabs the dishes first, shaking his head when they offer to help him clean them off.

"You cooked. I'll clean," He states simply, going back to the sink. Despite his best wishes, and his attempts to clean as slowly as possible, they're called back to Ramshackle. Jamil tries to hide his disappointment and the way the room suddenly seemed to get colder as they pack their things.

"Gracias," He says to them, walking with them back to the meal. The soft, shy smile on their face as they turn to him is more than enough to hold over his heart until the next time they were to meet.

"De nada," They chirp, turning to step back through the mirror.

"Tab masawuk, habibi," He ducks his head, hoping that the darkness could conceal his blush from them until they were to leave. They stare at him, confusion written on their face as their eyebrows furrowed and their head tilted ever so slightly. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," They beam, disappearing through the mirror. Jamil sighs happily, staring longingly at the spot where they once stood before turning and practically skipping back to his room, mind racing as he replays the night in his head over and over again.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #jamil viper #jamil twst #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #twst jamil #twst fluff #twst drabble

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