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demonichikikomori · 8 months

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WYD???

Virgin!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k+ Tags: Non-Con Somnophilia/Idia is So Delusional

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Heyohohohooi!! Boku wa Dekomori desu! ... Please don't laugh at me. I'm allowed to be cringey online... Let's do our best with another fic for the 13 Lovely Hauntings.

SUMMARY:

You fell asleep at Idia's apartment after fighting with your boyfriend and Ortho is staying the night at a friends house. You know what they say, never fall asleep first at a slumber party.

Idia looked down at you with a frown as tears rolled down your cheeks. You stood at his apartment door dressed in crocs, flannel pajama pants, a baggy band tee, and an oversized zip-up hoodie. It was dark and the rain had finally started to fall, thankfully you made it before the weather got worse. You sniffled and rubbed at your puffy red eyes as the shut-in began to grimace at the pathetic sight. “So, you came crying to me about it? Why should I be the one to care about your relationship issues?” He scoffed in the doorway as you sniffled and scowled. “For once can you just not be a jerk?!” You snapped with a soft hiccup, a sob followed as you allowed the tears to keep falling. Your boyfriend Ace Trappola had broken up with you after five months of dating.

It was expected. Someone like that heartless loser was never going to stick around. You were destined to end up in tears at some point. Better sooner than later.

Idia was silenced by your outburst and stepped away from the door to his apartment as the rain fell harder. “Come on.” He sighed as the blue light of his hair illuminated the dim entrance. Idia had taken notice that each time something between you and Ace happened, you would come running to him. Every argument, every lonely night, you would usually call or text him first. But this time you showed up outside his apartment door. The two of you were friends through the Board Game Club. The only girl in the group that everyone wanted to get along with. Including Idia.

Through the after school club, you became gaming buddies. After that, you became best friends and you often came to Idia’s apartment to hang out. He always kept your favorite manga and snacks stocked up. He always made sure the internet was running its fastest when you raided together. He always made sure his room was tidied up and it smelled decent when you planned to visit. And he always made sure to bribe his younger brother into treating you well. You and him were practically soulmates.

You shuffled after the room rotter while wiping your eyes dry in silence. “Do you still have those copies of Rosario + Vampire?” You asked softly as the tips of Idia’s hair turned pink. “Well yeah, you told me last time you didn’t finish it… I ordered the last twelve for you. They’re on the shelf.” He grumbled as a small smile formed on your face. “I was just making sure. You seem to always have the books I like…” Your tone was soft as you reached Idia’s bedroom door.

However, the bedroom across from him was unusually silent. “Where’s Ortho? He usually sleeps with his TV on.” You asked quietly and Idia looked back at you with a small frown. “He asked if he could stay the night at his friend’s house. It’s just us.” Why do you care anyway? Do you want to see his younger brother more than him? Is that it? You’re into his younger brother now?

Idia let you into his room and headed back towards the trio of glowing screens at his PC desk. It was the only current light source in the room as you closed his door and retreated to the many bookshelves surrounding his plush bed. “Drinks in the mini fridge. Snacks in the chest.” Idia kept things short as he sat down at his desk and the two of you fell into an unconscious routine. You pulled the manga off of the shelf near his desk, feeling the flames of his hair tickle your hand when you brushed too close. You sniffled once more as you looked over the book and retreated to the large bed pushed into a corner. Lined with anime pillows with smiling and welcoming faces. Especially the tasteful body pillow of a character you couldn’t remember the name of. The bed creaked beneath your weight as you sat and kicked your crocs off of your feet. “Thanks for letting me come over to chill.” You mumbled as Idia began hitting the mechanical keys on his keyboard. “It’s no big deal. You’re the only person that’s allowed to come over anyway.” He snorted as you laid down to read, turning on his blue lava lamp as a source of extra light. “Not even Azul or Lilia? I thought they were your best friends.” You asked curiously as you felt the tears dry against your face and your eyes began to feel heavy. You inhaled the scent of his freshly washed blankets, and what remained of his body wash from what you assumed was the night before. The lingering smell of pomegranates, and that gross 5-in-1 he always used and you continued to clown him for. “… It’s different when you visit.” He answered as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. The tapping of a keyboard and the soft flipping of pages filled the air.

xXx

Idia glanced down at the time on his PC as he exited the RPG. It was now the late hour of 3am. When you arrived at his doorstep, it was only 10pm. His body felt stiff from staying seated for so long and he needed to stretch his legs and head to bed. “Hey are you-“ He swiveled his chair and turned to face you on the large bed behind him. Idia had expected you to be awake with a new manga in your hands. But he was greeted with the opposite.

Your outstretched body had gone still with the manga closed beside you. It was the first one you grabbed from the shelf hours earlier. Your chest rose and fell slowly as you laid on your back, unconscious on his bed under the blue glow of his lava lamp. Idia frowned and clicked his tongue softly with annoyance. He planned to sleep there once he was done with his missions and his party members had all agreed to sign off. You usually slept in Ortho’s room or on the couch when you stayed over. Not his bed.

Idia debated between shaking you awake, or sleeping beside you. He didn’t want to bother waking you up if he didn’t have to and part of him actually felt bad for you. Coming to someone like him after getting dumped? You must be delusional to think that Idia would care about your relationship status. You only started dating Ace to make him jealous. But Idia isn’t an idiot like those other guys. He saw right through you.

He shut his PC off and the room fell pitch black and completely silent. Only the blue lava lamp’s glow and the eternal flames of Idia’s hair guided him towards the bed where you slept. You shifted in your sleep as he stood over you, rolling onto your side with a soft groan as you curled up beside the book. The shut in hesitated, a hand hovering over your shoulder with the silent debate to either kick you out of his room, or spoon you from behind. Idia Shroud is no Patron Saint, he is only a mortal man. His hand retracted with his sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip. He shut off the lava lamp, and crawled onto the bed. The mattress creaked under the additional weight as Idia laid stiffly beside you. As he turned and rested on his side with his chest inches from your back, his nose was only centimeters from the nape of your neck. The scent of your shampoo ignited a fire deep inside of his gut that only became more and more intense with each faint sniff.

Your smell was getting into his blankets. Into his pillows. Into his thoughts. Idia didn’t usually try to smell you when you got too close, but the scenario he had put himself in left him feeling bold. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to hermits like him. These situations only existed in Hentai games. He remained still, feeling himself start to become hard the more sniffs he took and the closer he moved.

He hadn’t realized that he was fully erect until his chest was flush against your back and his hips rolled against you. His erection grinding against your butt in search of friction and relief. There was a silent pause as he waited to see if you would react. His breath caught in his throat as he waited. Laying silent and still in the dark, you continued to breathe softly as you slept. Completely unaware of what was happening behind you. Idia let out the breath slowly and moved his hips away, slipping his hand into his dark blue sweatpants with caution. There was no second layer beneath to prompt the question if he should truly be doing this. As long as you stayed asleep, it wouldn’t matter in the end.

His cock throbbed in his palm as he stroked it slowly. His thumb glided over the blueish tip where it became shiny with pre-cum. He wanted to put it inside of you. It’s not like you would ever know as long as he was careful. Jerking off was a daily thing anyway, it was healthy. This isn’t weird. This isn’t creepy.

You wouldn’t mind anyway, since it’s him.

His hand picked up speed as he laid beside you, taking in quiet inhales of the scent of soap lingering on your skin. You always smelled so good when you came to see him. You did it on purpose. Idia choked back his soft groans as his other hand looped its fingers into the back of your pajama pants and your thin cotton panties, and tugged them down carefully. Each soft sound you made, he would stop. But once you went quiet, he was back to work. Your butt was now exposed as he shuffled his sweatpants down his thighs with a quiet huff. “Please don’t wake up.” He whispered his plea to anyone willing to listen. A hand slipped between your thighs as he stroked himself, nudging the sticky tip against the plush fat of your ass with a quiet whimper. He wanted to put it in so bad. His fingers awkwardly rubbed the folds of your pussy, rubbing and teasing until he found the pearl of nerves he recognized as your clit.

Now he felt lost.

You were supposed to be ‘gushing’ right? Super soaked and leaking with juices… Right? Idia had only gotten this far and farther in Ero-Games. Not real life. He wasn’t stupid, but the lack of experience made him feel like he was lost at sea. His fingers rubbed slow, methodical circles around your clit as he listened to the hitches in your breath and the soft moans leaving your throat. His hips slowly bucked against you as he began to glide his cock between the warm welcoming flesh of your thighs. There, he was greeted by the wetted folds of your pussy. It wasn’t as ‘wet’ as he imagined, but maybe this was how actual sex was. Women aren’t superhumans like in anime. He knows that much. He pulled his fingers away and hesitated, listening to your breathing steady again as he thought of his next move.

He carefully slipped an arm underneath your body, using it to pull you closer as he rested his other hand on your exposed hip. His nails dug into the skin as he began to feel the weight of his actions. Was this really a good idea? What if you woke up?

Idia lowered his head to rest against your shoulder as he felt shame wash over him. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. But he couldn’t stop his hips from hungrily thrusting against your folds. The way your cunt throbbed against him… The way it made him slippery with your juices… It made it so much harder for him to reach rationality. And with an experimental canter of his hips, he began to push inside of your hot, wet walls.

Idia thought his heart would stop as you convulsed and squeezed around him. The tips of his hair turned bright pink and his face burned as he stopped to become accustomed to the new and overwhelming experience. His hips were now flush against your butt as he tried steadying his breathing and holding back the urge to fuck you full of his sperm. The way your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper instead of pushing him out. He knew you wanted this. That was why you came to him after getting dumped. You were just too shy to ask for a pity fuck.

“Fuck…” He whimpered against your shoulder as he slowly began to thrust. With each slow drag of his cock, he felt lightheaded from the pleasure. This was way different than his hand or a toy. This was you. You are the one person he wanted to pounce on and use until he was drained and satisfied. And now he has you. It’s just too bad Ace got to you first. The thought of Ace on top of you began to sicken him. It began to infuriate him. His hips quickened as he pounded into you from behind, the tips of his hair burned brighter from that gentle pink into the aggressive orange shade. The erotic sound of skin meeting and the wet squish of him penetrating you over and over left him moaning against the back of your neck. Idia’s eyes fluttered shut as he relished in the feeling of his cock throbbing deep inside of your gummy walls. There was a soft growl leaving his throat as he nudged against what he could only imagine was your cervix. When your body clenched even tighter around his cock? He felt like he was on the edge of unloading inside of you. You wanted him to do this. You wanted him to take advantage of you.

You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He refused to slow down now. He hit the spot over, and over, and over again deep inside of you as he could feel a thin layer of sweat clinging to his skin. He was pulsating, his balls twitching with excitement as you began to squirm in his arms. “Don’t run away from me.” He lifted his head and snarled against your skin before the sudden arrival of his orgasm weakened him. His hips stuttered to a stop as he stayed buried inside of you. With each weak pulse, he filled you with thick loads of hot, sticky, sperm. He could feel you starting to thrash as his arms flailed and he clamped a hand over your mouth. You were screaming into his hand, arousing him further with your panicked state. But Idia was bigger, and stronger than you. The shut in began wrestling you face down onto his bed as he stayed nestled inside of you. The uncomfortable heaviness of his body on top of yours and the pulses of his cock continuing as he filled you up made your stomach twist in disgust. You tried biting at his hand, clawing at his arms protected by his long sleeves, screaming in hopes of his neighbors hearing, kicking your legs to get him off of you. The scent of pomegranate and that disgusting 5-in1 Idia used began to fill you with anxiety as he rolled his hips into yours, shushing you softly as he whispered into your ear. “What’re you doing? Don’t be so shy. This is why you came here, isn’t it?”

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foxglovepng · 3 months

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Hello Fox!!! Can I request a Deuce x reader fic where the reader is kinda like Katara from Avatar the last Airbender? Like waterbending and personality and all... if not that’s okay!!!

-(p.s can I be the 🪻 anon? :3)

Characters: Deuce small mentions of Ace.

CW: mentions of blood bending, mentions of fighting, Deuce being amazed, Ace being bullied (Affectionately).

This can be read as platonic or romantic.

A/N: Yes, ofc you can be the 🪻 Anon!! I never seen Avatar so I had to do a little bit of research to Katara's character and I think I got it. I may be a little OOC, but like I said I never have seen Avatar at all :sob: I also had to figure out how the water bending would exactly work since It's two different universes, but I think I nailed it. I hope you enjoy!!

Also because there is no specified gender I will make it a GN! Yuu in the Heartslabyul Dorm. If you liked Reblogs and Likes are always appreciated <3

When you told him he was like woah. Boy was surprised and shocked, but also amazed Katara!Yuu was very good at what they did. You most likely ended up telling him this info since he most likely got into a fight with someone, and Yuu healed him. He was most likely confused as to how you healed him, but didn't want to question it since you were fixing some bruises, and cuts.

He would feel relieved you could defend yourself since he worries about you and wants to make sure no harm comes to you. He's a good egg and cares a lot about his friends and would defend you at any given moment.

If Yuu hasn't told Ace yet it would be so funny if the three of you were walking nearby the fountain and Yuu just splashes Ace with water or trips him with water bro would be confused as to how you did that it was just a silly haha.

If Yuu decides to tell Deuce they can blood bend he would kind of think it's a little bit scary. Being able to control the body of someone and could possibly kill them is a scary thought. However that is if Yuu decides to tell him.

During the Leona overblot Yuu definitely hard carried that fight and Deuce was amazed as to how well Yuu handled that fight. He was also amazed as to how fast they tended the wounds of the people who got injured being levelheaded like that is a good trait and he admires it of them.

Overall Deuce would think you are super cool and is just your no. 1 hype man.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #heartslabyul #deuce spade #deuce x reader #deuce x yuu #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade x yuu #deuce spade x non cannon #katara #katara!yuu

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skriblee-ksk · 3 days

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happy pride month

with my fav oyster post. i think about it every day. grim may be ooc because i doubt he would EVER cut down the amount of food available to him but who knows? maybe he thought it’d get rid of competition

based on that one post i saw about genderfluid ruggie hc which i liked so much that i HAD to add him. (EDIT: IT WAS LOWCALLYFRUITY I THINK) i have very fluctuating headcanons tho so yeah teehee

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luuxxart · 1 year

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How had ryukitann got together? 🤔

sorry this is a little rushed, but in general i think this is the gist of how they’d get together

#persona 5 #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #ryuann #ryukita #annkita #ryuannkita #PS SORRY IF IT SEEMS LIKE I POSTED TWICE. TUMBLR REALLY WOULD NOT LET ME INTO MY QUEUE I PROMISE #I remember trying to write fic for them and gave up #there are no non-E rated fics for these guys and that is so depressing man #I hold this ship so very close to my heart fr #it’s the only one that’s really survived from my first playthrough of p5 #bc before I was into Shu///ake I was huge on Shu///yuu and polythieves in general #then I kinda settled into what I like now as I got more into the fandom #aNYWAY THO THANK U FOR THE ASK #my brainworms are progressing #I can see some people thinking ryuji is problematic here and. yes<3 #I didnt have time or space really to like. make a bigger fallout before everything is resolved #so obviously intruding upon dates is not healthy but let’s just ignore that for my boi ryuji #long post #ask

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randomyuu · 1 year

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(you'll whisper, serpent tongue) Chapter 6 scene

There it is again, that hot writhing thing in Satoru’s chest.

Nah mate don’t make me feel that hot writhing thing in my chest as well _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

I… I just want to draw a thousand-year-old Yuuji smile, okay? And honestly, there are so many drawable(?) scenes in this last chapter, but I need to be aware of my limits and thus smiling Yuuji it is. I never draw a genuine thousand-year-old Yuuji smile in the previous post and I hope this time I deliver! God knows I struggle with drawing genuine expressions, among other things ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

And uh… you do not see any continuity error in the artstyle. I totally do not forget how I used to draw the boys or use the screentone or something heh-

Anyway, source time!

Fic Title: (you’ll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become

Author: @voxofthevoid

Status: Completed! Chapter 6 is the last chapter! And it’s good! :D

This is an NSFW fic, so do read the tags before diving in!

I’m a bit disappointed it took me almost 2 weeks to finally read the last, busy weeks upon busy weeks. I’m actually still in my busy week but shhh we don’t talk about it. But I finally read it on Friday, and I got my dose of bittersweet goodness, and I ignore my drawing plans because I can. I just gotta draw this. Giving the last chapter a fanart just feels appropriate.

Ah, I’m really happy I stumbled upon this fic back then QwQ

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yuri-is-online · 3 months

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You know how some characters have parallels whether to their classmates or side characters,Yuu deserve the same treatment.

I've had this idea for awhile but imagine yuu wasn't the only one summoned to Twisted Wonderland but one of the few to survive.What if twst was like the back rooms only yuu got dropped to somewhere more "stable",think if someone else got like dropped to like Briar Field imagine how scared they be.

Like twst in the Novel has a translation spell on it but only on the campus.But an older Earthling that somehow survived all the madness and confusion of a new world,along with being lucky enough to find another person like them.

But they hate everything in this new world the magic, the system,their values they're done horrible things to try to get home.

Now yuu has to defend what they hold dear,the need to go home or the care for their new friends.'Will you do whatever it takes to go home"

NOW WE ARE COOKING WITH GAS, I LIKE THIS!!! So I was thinking about this for a good bit and I have two ideas, but I think we need a name for this hypothetical person. Since Yuu is supposed to be (you) this other person is (not you). The two names I can think of are Noh (a play on "no" and a type of Japanese theater where the actors wear masks, which this character metaphorically will be) or Kuroko (stage hands in traditional Japanese theater who wear all black to suggest they are "invisible" which this character again is.) Of the two I like Noh better, so I'll use it for this post but I am open to critique.

Firstly, in line with what you originally proposed, if Noh got dropped in the forest somewhere, unless they already had survival skills they're going to end up dead pretty fast. Or if they get lucky, and you have suggested Briar Valley, a place notoriously unfriendly to humans, I could see things going south very quickly for them. This could be a good place for them to start their journey... but I had another idea. A horrid idea.

What if Noh arrived in Twisted Wonderland a year before Yuu did, but at the Royal Sword Academy? I know we like to talk about how they would be more considerate of Yuu's magiclessness... but that could be isolating in a way couldn't it? Yuu is considered different but equal to the NRC boys in a way. Noh isn't, there's no reason to enroll them as a student so they stay a weird sort of assistant, stuck in limbo with nothing really to do with people who are so blindly focused on the positive that they don't fully comprehend the spiral Noh is in. Noh has seen no overblots; all they have seen is the raw, painful reality of life for people without magic in a world that is increasingly focused on people that aren't them. And how painfully ignorant even the "nice" mages are.

When Noh hears about Yuu, they track them down. Unwilling to trust them at first, they don't mention their plans or their true feelings. They just want to talk about earth... for now. Concrete plans can come later once you both know just how little these mages are on your side.

They just want to go home... just like you... right?

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst yuu #i have a sort of... shape for Noh forming in my head #i like to base o.c.s from yuu's world off non disney properties so uh #noh would be based off of no face from spirited away #maybe they knew yuu? went to the same school?#i like the idea of the friend of an older sibling/relative/friend #so someone who knew yuu but only in passing #or maybe wanted to know yuu but wasn't able to get close until now

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octavianstar · 1 year

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MC Concepts?

ok, so even before the Au I had in mind, I had a couple of ideas upon what would MC would be like or based upon the character and even had some weird plot idea a few years back.

So let's begin upon the first idea concept, the first idea upon how I would imagine Mc in the AU (or even in the main thing) would be of a familiar someone that would kinda makes sense in context, a Disney character rather so underrated that he's rarely seen in Disney.

That is being, this guy...

Basically from what I know at least I haven't seen anyone making a MC or a Oc version of him since there were rather easy clues in Twisted Wonderland that had some deja vu in Epic Mickey (blots, Mickey from the other side of the mirror, rarely has much interractions, and some more evidence that I'll add later) and I would want to have Oswald to have some light and popularity again, even if it's just a minor thing since I had found out he was cancelled out of the content for a kingdom hearts game.

And I would also think it would particularly work since of this rather particularly scenes in Epic Mickey comparison to Twisted Wonderland.

Notice how in Twisted Wonderland, Mickey looks like from the old cartoon of his and not his iconic one.

The image you seen in Twisted Wonderland is not only a reference to a Mickey Short "Thru the Mirror", but also the beginning scene to the Epic Mickey game. And with some evidence I had mentioned, it would mainly make sense there would be referencing to the actual game, but few things particularly had me questioned. What about Oswald? What ever happened to him?

So upon theory that MC can secretly Is a Twst Oswald (even if it's not canon sadly, at least in a headcannon) who needed to fix something that Mickey could not (or is trying to do but failing). Of Why Crowley would particularly needed MC to begin with despite with the possible pretending he's making of him trying to send them home and meeting them for the first time, believing it was another student. Or Rather in Chapter Seven..

Before we continue, I suggest that you may want to move past down or don't read this part cause it has some contain spoilers of part 2. Just know, SPOILERS AHEAD!

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Are we good..? ..good!

Anyways, or like in Chapter Seven of where Malleus had said "You will all become the protagonist of this fairytale" after he overblotted and cast everyone, even Yuu/MC to sleep/kidnap them in thorns? Likely how Maleficint comes to Philip's prison cell to taunt him of how he's the valiant hero of a fairytale come true. And I would think upon the theory MC's dreams would be either similar to Oswald's or what would had it been like if Oswald was still with Disney/Mickey never exist, of what shorts and movies that Mickey made would become Oswald's instead.

And perhaps then, maybe, Mickey might have been the one to take Oswald's place. Of where everyone knows and loves Oswald and Mickey became a forgotten toon just like many others.

To have the dream that Oswald never had achieved because of what happened between Universal and Disney years ago that he cannot easily control. That he was once happy before he was then ripped away from Disney's arms. Just like in this video.

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(Thinking about it, it's almost a similar backstory to Lotso's from Toy Story 3 but didn't turn evil)

Actually speaking of which, from what I also remember Oswald was supposed to be in the antagonist in the original Epic Mickey game thanks to some concept art of it. Which they had a plan but decided to scrap most of the main idea of him being the villain but would still act a bit mean and jealous over Mickey since he was replaced by him and both Mickey and Oswald technically didn't know each other at the beginning until both warmed up for each other. Despite his flaws, he's still a good person that is helping around the forgotten toons to have a place they feel belonged and is rather devastated after loosing Ortensia to The Blot after sending it away.

Which there is a potential chance that this would be a Overblot version of MC/Yuu if pushed comes to shove.

But thinking throughout upon Twisted Wonderland, Yuu/MC becomes cleared and clever throughout the other chapters of how to attempt to stop the "villian" and save the day though luck and planning. Not to mention in part 1 of chapter seven, Yuu/MC immediately recognized who Maleficint was and headed to the plaza where her statue was where Yuu/MC would be both conflicted upon their dream but also finding clues how to try and prevent another overblot. of course Yuu/MC would have some antagonistics upon them of where they had been stressed and almost died mutiple times (or more likely wanting to kill their/her/his friends after many stupid shenanigans they dragged them in or Crowley gaslights them so he wouldn't be the one in trouble. This is why we prefer Mr. Crewel as a father figure, Crowley.)

Ok..hopefully with Concept idea #1 out of the way, here's Concept idea #2.

So for the other concept of mine is Mc/Yuu being another Disney Character but this time in a obviously well known movie you all probably would know or already watched Encanto. That MC/Yuu being a Twst Mirabel.

Hopefully this will be a lot shorter but I'll try my best to clear some things out. To not be confused, the concept idea is Yuu/MC being twst Mirabel, not Yuu/MC being a part of the Madrigals or Mirabel in Twisted Wonderland thought I like the concept upon those ideas since they were creative.

So upon context that I would believe that Mirabel wanted to belong in the Family Madrigal despite her having no gift and how some of her family members (Mainly Alma and Isabela) sees her as a sort of outcast of the family like her uncle, Bruno, who's painted as the villain but is actually a nice guy. When she suddenly sees the cracks from the house, she's trying to find answers of what is happening and how to save the Miracle. Going onto a adventure and talking to the other family members in hope of any information, luckily thanks to Luisa, she finds out that there was a vision that Bruno left behind that of her having two possible outcomes, either her destroying or saving Casita. That the reason why Bruno left because he wanted to protect her from making Mirabel having more of a worse outcome than it already is with her. Soon Mirabel and Bruno found a way to help the candle by hugging her sister, Isabela which at first doesn't want to and thinks it's pointless to try but needed to given a chance. Also promising that she will help Bruno come back home. Of course Isabela and Mirabel talk it out, shared a moment, hugged and shown how Isabela was forced to become perfect in the daily based until she realized she didn't needed to be perfect, she needed to be herself.

Every seemed fine until Alma came and blames on Mirabel for Bruno leaving, Isabela out of control, the cracks from the house, Luisa losing magic, having no gift when she was litterally five years old person and basically saying that Mirabel is the one who is hurting this family, concidering that she wasn't apart of this family to begin with. Mirabel rightfully lashes out of how neither of the family wouldn't be good enough to Alma's standards and how Alma is the reason why the magic was dying to begin with because of her fear and standards pushed to far upon the family that without their gifts, they are nothing because she expected perfection of everyone and leaving Mirabel out of it as if she's never considered as family. Soon the Cracks got worse, house got destroyed and Mirabel runs off where the others are looking for her. And Alma confronts Mirabel who's apologizing but Alma sits by her, admitting her faults and her actual story, knowing now that it is her fault and Mirabel becomes to understand and forgives her, they hug out and returned home with Bruno to fix the house and having the family repairing, the magic returns with everyone in the family included. (Minor Critique that I would think Mirabel wouldn't completely forgive Alma, but would need a bit of time to forgive her but still does understand like in the deleted scene without the mom dying but I would think in time she and Bruno would eventually forgive Alma. But i think the reason they forgive her immediately or didn't question about it because it's Disney and wanted everyone to have a happy ending and it was almost over.)

While Yuu/MC is isekaied into another world filled with magic, who is magicless and must solve and stop the incidents and overblots that are happening to NRC. Having to involve/dragged themself/herself/himself into this scenarios of life and death from the overblots, some bullying that had been into or had gotten into with either the dormleaders or dorm students, Crowley gaslighting, neglect and blackmail, and which would eventually lead them into PTSD after the shit they had been through and eventually needed a therapist of their own, but does and can relate through the people that Yuu/MC are close to and to learn upon their mistakes to make up what they have done while trying to find a way back home.

of course some of it's similarities between Yuu/MC and Mirabel that both are magicless, needing some therapy and is helping people getting through their problems and their mistakes to become a better person. And I would especially think we would need to get Yuu/MC's Backstory since the Manga's MCs/Yuus are different each time (most likely) and I would think Yuu/MC having a very similar scenerio with Mirabel would probably be a compelling way of a backstory since both with Mirabel and Oswald are overlooked and wanted to be belonged, showing them that they got what it takes to be a somebody to them.

Though of course both of them are vastly different but I would think either of them might work for at least my version (Either Aus or headcannon) of Yuu/MC, regardless of what gender or race they are.

And now, hopefully for the most rather weird plot/backstory idea of what I would think could be interesting but not exactly sure due to how unsure how it's going to work since it would work for another Au where Twisted Wonderland is in a more Fantasy Era.

So to Kinda keep it short as possible, Yuu/MC is cursed by a unfamiliar source that endangers both their/her/his home and Twisted Wonderland where they are "the outcast" upon their family and noticed something was going on due to a black marking on their hand, like a cut that's dripping down a drop of black ink mixed with blood, having the cracks seen as a sign of danger. They talked to their/her/his family to see what's going on, realizing some of them knew about something that they won't tell Yuu/MC.

Eventually some disaster insurance after finding a mysterious spell book, glowing green-glass shards and paintbrush and eventually Yuu/MC in a angered state decided if their/her/his family won't tell them/her/him about the mysterious curse, they'll have to find out themself.

As they were just about to leave their home, they spotted something from the distance that calls to them to follow. They do, leading upto where they see the very thing falling into a rabbit hole that looks like a very deep well. They fell into the well's water before a few spects of magic began surrounding them as they became a shooting star before suddenly falling down to Twisted Wonderland, or at least the gateway towards it.

They are tested to pass through the gate and succeeded, Confronting either some of the RSA or NRC students in the Fantasy AU where they believe Yuu/ MC is the powerful magician that was gifted upon one of the most powerful artifacts that along with it's guardian was lost centuries ago along with the one whom had possessed the very two rare artifacts.

The mysterious spellbook is not only a book full of almost every spell but actually a storybook of all Disney Characters posing a sort of prophecies coming to life into an alternate retelling that can change fate, ending, and how they became to be, that being called The Book of Legacies, and with the Paintbrush of Imaginations, it can create living beings, pathways to worlds, even items that seemed to be lost.

The second being a candle that granted a miracle that can provide or in case help the adventurer upon what they would need to set things right and save the day. And to prove whom is worthy and whom is not, or more likely who can be redeemed and who cannot.

There will be more Lore with the Book and the Candle upon the Pomfiore Arc, which it would possibility merged with the Glorious Mascarade event.

However when the students and Yuu/MC opens the Book to Ambrose the Wizard, (Since he's possibly Merlin from the Sword and the Stone). Where they shown of a story of how their/his/her ancestor who was a student of the eldest sorceror (Yen-Sid) who lives upon the farthest star, the second star to the right, whom locks away a powerful god that was cursed away, never dared to be freed for he's the eternal ruler of evil that brings death and destruction to all, (That being Chernobog from Fantasia)

However Yuu/MC told them that they're/She's/He's not their ancestor and ended up there by accident because they follow something glowing from the distance and showed the marking that they had on their hand. Of course most of them were surprised, afraid and shocked of the very marking.

For it was a marking of a dark prophecy, a curse that would come to Twisted Wonderland and release Chernobog with the Seven Crystals of Darkness alongside "the Great Seven" returning back from the dead and would receive their "gracious gift" to whomever is the one who's with/brings the Cursed Chosen to it's destination and release him from his eternal cage upon the highest mountain. And in order for them find out how to break the cursed is to find their family member that too was in Twisted Wonderland years ago but had been captured into a far kingdom where no one could have or dare to find them because they were the only one who knows how to break it.

And it is up to Yuu/MC to find clues of where their/his/her family member is and rescue them and hopefully save everyone.

As for the Non-Disney School Au, I would think Yuu is particularly a mix of being Non/Disney that is stuck in a world of magic. They would be tricked into staying their for a while because they thought the headmistress would understand and be the one to promise their way back home. Or at least that's the jift of things.

But like I said these are just some concepts of my version of MC/Yuu and probably can eventually figure out the full version of it. But I did not expected to be this long than I wanted to be. So I'm very sorry if it's already too confusing as much but hopefully, hopefully we might have a more clear viewing upon the Au. Of course I'm still looking up a few Non Disney movies to intell and I know I'll add DreamWorks in it, but if you want to tell me any other non disney villians that I can see added in (besides DreamWorks since it's more likely going to be added in). Let me know, but remember it has to be a animated film that isn't Disney so sadly no live-action ones. Until then, hope you guys have a very lucky day! (And hopefully some images/videos pop up normally and not randomly missing, but if somethings up in this post, let me know.)

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*runs in* ISAWYOURAUPOSTNAJSJSJSJJS Omg hiii

I really like your blog! It's like yummy food for my tired brain, so I got really excited to see you're making aus!

Can I ask for roommate au with Jamil? I'm down bad for him;;;

for my 31 days of au challenge @bakedgrape

a story in reverse

jamil; 3,571 words; fluff and slightly suggestive themes though it's never actually nsfw; college roommates!au + implied fwb...; you can read the story top the bottom or bottom to top ;)

day 273.

on the last day of term, you say goodbye for the very first time — and it stings like an unsuspecting papercut found by a thoughtless dollop of hand sanitizer, sharp and bitter with the pang of betrayal.

“ah… i guess this is it, huh?” jamil’s voice is lighter than it usually is, and just as forced.

“you say that like we’re not coming back next year…” you say, though there’s a twist in your stomach that makes your throat seize at the thought, even if it is just a thought.

“s-sorry! i just meant —“ he clears his throat and tries again, “i meant that i’ll see you soon, hm?”

for a second, you don’t know what to say — you can feel a torrent of unsaid words pushing up against the back of your throat like an insistent tide, crashing against the shore of your tongue. but then, jamil is reaching out to tip your chin back, brushing his lips to yours.

“soon. i promise,” he whispers, his eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them, gray and bright as the breaking dawn.

“yeah — i’ll see you soon, jamil.”

you pull your lips into a smile and watch as he jogs towards the curb, kalim already waiting there for him with their family car (rich boys, ugh), a dark-suited man in shades dipping his head in your general direction before slipping into the driver’s seat. you wave as jamil and kalim both turn towards you, raising their hands.

“see you next year!” jamil calls even as you nod.

“yeah, see you!”

and then they’re pulling away from the curb, leaving you standing there amidst your three rather large, well-scuffed suitcases. you let out a long sigh, plopping down on the largest one, the shell painted red and gold, though the colors barely peak out now from beneath the countless travel stickers to places that you’ve never been to (but jamil had promised he’d take you to all of them, didn’t he?)

well. there’s always next year.

day 212.

“are you gonna dorm again next year?”

“hm? i’m not sure… kalim says that we should just get a place together, so that’s what i might do.”

“oh.”

you pause over your half-eaten tub of haagen-daz, licking your lips of the mint-chocolate flavor. jamil glances over, reaching out to dig his spoon into the melting icecream.

“don’t worry though, wherever you’re staying, i’m sure we’ll be able to find a place nearby,” jamil says, flashing you a smile and a wink even as you duck, your cheeks flooding with color.

“that’s not what i was thinking about!”

“no? hm… i could’ve sworn that’s what you were looking so upset over but… well, if i’m wrong…” you can hear the mock-seriousness in jamil’s voice as he shrugs and heaves a melodramatic sigh.

“you’re the worst…” but you can’t keep from grinning as he cocks a challenging eyebrow in your direction before pouncing on you, pinning you beneath him on the sofa, the springs squeaking beneath you as the nearly drop the nearly empty pint of icecream.

“j-jamil! the ac’s still out —“

“mm… but isn’t that why we got icecream?”

his lips chase fire over the plains of your skin and despite everything, you find yourself shivering.

“y-yeah but —“

but your words die on your lips as he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, tearing a gasp from your throat as your head tips back.

day 196.

he’s always running high after his dance competitions, and this time it’s not different. so when he comes home, his eyes limned in glitter and khol, you’re not surprised to feel yourself being hauled out of your chair and into his lap, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you purse your lips, card your fingers through his hair and hold his face steady with a teasing grin.

“i’m guessing that you guys won?”

“course we did,” he says, his breath still coming in short enough pants, his irises blown nearly black as he leans up to nip at your jawline, “we swept.”

“mm — i mean, you guys are pretty damn good.”

“how would you know? you never come to our competitions, even when i ask.”

you pull back with a dainty smack of your lips, pressing a finger to his frown.

“you guys could try to have competitions that aren’t either overseas or during exam weeks — then i might actually be able to go.”

jamil rolls his eyes, readjusting your in his lap even as he lets his head fall back against the sofa cushions.

“stupid exams…”

“just because some people are geniuses doesn’t mean we all are —“

your breath hitches as he narrows his eyes, a quicksilver glint flashing behind them as he hoists you up into a bridal carry and makes a beeline for the bedroom door.

“but since some other people finished their most stressful exam today… don’t you think they deserve to be… rewarded?”

a delicious shiver races down the length of your spine as you allow yourself to be plopped down on your too-narrow bed. jamil grins like the devil as he tugs off his sweat shirt and you can’t help the way your stomach clenches at the sight of him — so lithe and muscular, his skin smooth and perfectly sun-kissed. you’d never get tired of looking at his body, not in a million years, you think.

“i… i suppose one night off wouldn’t hurt…”

“mm, that’s what i like to hear.”

day 120.

“dance practice again tonight?”

“yeah. every monday, wednesday, and thursday —“

“— and sometimes fridays and sundays —“ you grin as you watch him shove a towel into his sports bag.

“here,” you say, holding out his water bottle, “i — uhm — you said you wanted to try liquid iv’s the other day so i put a packet in for you — i don’t know if you’d like the flavor but…”

jamil blinks as he pauses over his half-tied shoes.

“thanks.” he reaches out to take the bottle from you, giving it an experimental shake, “i — uh — i’m sure it’ll taste just fine. that was… really thoughtful of you.”

you hate the heat creeping up your cheeks as you turn back to your studies.

“it’s nothing. they had them at the farmer’s market i passed by this morning so…”

“uhm… will you be… up… when i get back?”

your head snaps up as you turn to look at him, eyes wide. fire courses through you, followed quickly by the sobering cool of uncertainty but still. you gulp and lick your suddenly very chapped lips.

“i — i don’t know… may… maybe?” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, casting your eyes back at your half-written notes, your mind already spinning over the calculations of how long it’d take for you to finish them properly.

memories from the past few weeks flood through your mind and you can’t help the twisting coil of tension thrumming at the base of your belly.

“well… i’ll text you later when i’m on my way back then,” jamil says, double-knotting his sneakers and flashing a grin your way. he gives you a two-fingered salute before he’s off and out the door, leaving you very nearly squirming in your seat at the mere thought of ‘later’.

day 101.

the third time it happens, neither of you can blame the alcohol. there was no party this time, no crush of ill-dressed bodies, no too-loud music and too-cheap beer. this time, there was just you and him and a shared bowl of under-salted popcorn, the lights off, a rerun of some movie both of you have watched at some indefinite point in time.

you don’t quite remember who made the first move — maybe it was you, when you’d coiled your legs under you, pressing your knee to the outside of his thigh and leaving it there. maybe it was him, when he’d rested his arm along the back of the sofa and let his fingers tangle absently in your hair.

maybe it was the moment of breath between one scene and the next, when the screen had gone miraculously dark and left nothing but the imprint of light behind both your eyes and before either of you could blink it away, your lips had found each other.

there’s nothing to blame this time but yourselves and each other, no questions to ask but the ones you’d already answered — right here, right now, because it feels good, because it feels right.

you fall asleep tangled in each other’s limbs, half beneath the silken covers of jamil’s brand new sheets.

and when you both wake up this time, it’s to the warmth of each other’s arms, the steady of one another’s breaths. jamil doesn’t pull away and you don’t try to think of something casual to say. instead, you both just look at each other and jamil grins.

“so… breakfast?”

you laugh, letting your head thump back onto his uber-plush pillows.

“yeah. that sounds fantastic.”

day 75.

the second time it happens, you blame the alcohol. you blame the crush of ill-dressed bodies, the too-loud music and the too-cheap beer. who’s idea was it to host a house party in your dorm room of all places anyway? and why is jamil’s entire dance crew suddenly here? hooting and hollering and grinning knowingly in your direction, a few of them even tossing you obvious winks.

as if they knew.

do they know?

you curl into yourself, press your body against the cool of the wall and toss back your drink, grimacing at the taste. whatever jamil had put in the punch bowl originally, there’s no question that it’s since been spiked with maybe a dozen different alcohols. and the mixture is fowl as it burns through your chest into your stomach.

the room spins, and eventually, you find yourself being pressed up against the back of your bedroom door, the party still booming along outside.

“f-fuck —” you fist your fingers in jamil’s long hair and tug; he lets out a hiss as his head jerks back, but even in your alcohol-induced haze, you can see the desire burning bright within him.

“sorry — did i —?”

“no — just f-feels good —” you bury your face in his shoulder, your body going soft and languid in his arms even as he slots a leg between your thighs to keep you still against the too-thin door. your hips ruck down against him and he lets out a thick groan at the way you shake against him.

“yeah? g-good… i like that —” he tugs you back with him and the pair of you topple onto your bed, all desperate fingers and dirty hands, sloppy lips, taking what you can, each from the other as if your bodies were endless things. and like this, with his hand pinning your wrists above your head, his gasping breaths bursting by your ear, you think they just might be.

the next morning, you wake up to an empty bed and cold pancakes on the kitchen counter.

day 47.

“why don’t you just talk to her about it?” kalim asks.

jamil frowns, running through his cooldown stretches, his eyes focused on his own form in the mirror even as kalim glances over at him.

“because — what’s there to talk about? i mean — it was just… one of those things.”

kalim shrugs, turning back to the mirror as well.

“if you say so but… it seems like you wanna talk to her about it.”

“it’s fine.”

“till it happens again.”

“it’s not gonna happen again.”

kalim slates him a look; jamil scowls even harder.

“if it does —” kalim’s voice is light as they both pack up their stuff and click off the lights to the dance studio.

“i said its not gonna happen again,” jamil snipes, readjusting his bag on his shoulder and digging out his phone. your message thread is pulled up and he’s halfway through the sentence — on my way back — before he catches himself and shoves his phone back into his pocket.

kalim grins, looking a bit too smug as jamil clears his throat and tries to play it off as if nothing’s happened.

“if it does… you should make her breakfast the morning after.”

“w-why the hell would i do that?”

kalim laughs, “because! then she’ll know that you might want to spend more time with her — time when you’re not —”

“okay! okay — ugh… but like… what do i even make her for breakfast anyway?”

kalim looks much, much too pleased with himself as he peers into jamil’s face.

“how about pancakes?”

day 31.

the first time it happens, it’s barely more than a month into your co-habitation. it’d been a not-quite-accident kind of accident. it’d been one of those rare nights when jamil doesn’t have dance practice and you’d finished all your work early.

“wanna play a game?”

jamil’s smile had been viper-sweet and just as dangerous.

“only if drinks are involved.”

you roll your eyes but agree.

“never have i ever.”

jamil shrugs, “sure. we drink if we’ve done the thing, right?”

you nod, pouring a row of malibu shots. jamil grimaces.

“why malibu?”

“cause — it’s sweet and it’s cheap and it’s the only thing we had in the cabinet.”

“fair. alright — you go first.” jamil pulls a glass towards him, his eyes fixed on you. he watches as you swirl your own shot glass with a contemplative look on your face, and he wonders if you know how terribly tantalizing you look.

so… he might’ve caught himself staring a few times right after you’d gotten out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel, your hair tracing water down the bare skin of your shoulders and back. and he might’ve lingered over your uncapped bottle of perfume, swallowing hard as he catches a whiff of the vaguely floral fragrance, the base warm and woody and dizzying.

“never have i ever… gone to three different countries in one month.” your smile, when he finally fixes his gaze on you again, is nothing short of wicked.

he narrows his eyes as he takes his shot, “that’s not fair — you know i have to travel for my dance crew’s international competitions.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, and i’ve never been to half the places you’ve been so…”

“i’ll take you with me one day,” he says, the words out of his mouth before he can stop himself. you cock your head as you stare at him, and then you raise your already refilled shot glass.

“i’ll hold you to it then.”

jamil refills his own glass and downs the shot.

“never have i ever… been walked in on after taking a shower.”

“hey! and who’s fault is that?”

jamil smirks, shrugging nonchalantly as you take your shot, quick and vindictive.

“fine — never have i ever walked in on someone after they’d just taken a shower.”

jamil takes his own shot in stride, swallowing down the burn with a wide, satisfied smile.

so it goes on like this, the never-have-i-evers getting more and more ludicrous till you’re both drunk and laughing and more than a little hot beneath the collar.

“never… have i ever… hm…” you muses, your head lolling back as you cast your eyes up at the ceiling, as if an interesting thing not to have done might be written there.

“what’s something… super cliché?” jamil wonders aloud, letting his gaze flicker up as well.

you pause for a moment before dissolving into a pile of red-faced giggles.

“oh! never have i ever hooked up with a roommate! there — that’s a good one.” you smile wide and sure, looking proud of your own accomplishment in thinking up this thing that you’re certain he’s done.

jamil licks his lips and swallows, his eyes meeting your as he lets out a breath.

“i haven’t either.”

the air between the pair of you thickens as your eyes flash down towards your empty shot glass.

“oh.”

“but i guess it is kinda cliché, huh…” he says, setting down his glass and dragging a thumb along his bottom lip before popping into his mouth.

he hears rather than sees the way your breath hitches and he can’t help the pleased purr rumbling through him at the thought of being able to do this to you.

“y-yeah… i guess it is…” you lick your own lips, “makes you feel a little left out, doesn’t it?”

jamil hums in response, and it isn’t till you look up again that you realize he’s leaned over the graveyard of now-emptied shot glasses, his lips hovering inches from your own.

“but how about we change that, hm?”

day 15.

it only takes two weeks for one of you to walk in on the other in the bathroom, and all things considered, it was kind of a miracle that it hadn’t happened sooner. the bathroom door doesn’t really lock and jamil had been too preoccupied with scrolling through the music for their next showcase to see the tell-tale strip of light beneath the door that usually indicates that the bathroom is currently occupied.

when he pushes through, it’s to find you stepping out of the shower, the steam still rising from your skin in thick, white wisps, your hand reaching for the towel on the rack.

“wh —”

jamil stares, drop-jawed and dumbstruck as his eyes rake over your very, very naked body, the music still thumping from his large headphones as he blinks.

you scream.

he slams the door shut.

15 minutes later when you leave the bathroom, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of maroon, your hair still damp, but your body now covered in a long t-shirt and sweats, neither of you says a thing.

day 3.

three days in and you have to admit that it’s kind of nice, having a super rich trust fund boy as your roommate. if nothing else, all the furniture he’s brought along is gorgeous — from the thick persian rugs to the tasteful suede sofa, you very quickly find yourself living in a dorm that looks like it might have belonged in the pages of a crate & barrel magazine spread.

“but apparently, his cousin’s family is even better off —” one of your friends had informed you after you’d looked up jamil’s family online, very quickly finding the wiki page that links him to the al-asim family.

“oh yeah? what do they even do?” you squint at the wikipedia page detailing the al-asim family legacy.

“i think something to do with… water filtration?” your friend peers over your shoulder as you scroll through the page before clicking back to google. she tugs your phone out of your hand and quickly types something into the search bar before making a gagging noise and turning the phone results back towards you.

“holy shit.”

“holy is right,” your friend had said.

“with a net worth like that… what the hell are they doing in school?” you ask, your eyes wide as you look back up.

your friend shrugs, a wicked grin twisting her lips as she leans over the library table and whispers in your ear —

“but y’know if you can bag jamil you’ll be set for life!”

you flush and shove her away, “shut up! we’re just roommates!”

your friend tuts, “plenty of people end up hooking up with their roommates — it’s a literal cliché at this point.”

you roll your eyes, “well not for us, it won’t — and e-even if we do… there’s a long way between ‘hooking up’ and bagging someone for life.”

your friend giggles, batting her lashes floridly at you, “never say never!”

day 1.

“o-oh! hi — sorry, you must be…”

jamil frowns, turning around at the sound of your voice.

“jamil viper…” he says as his eyes land on you for the very first time, taking in the three large suitcases gathered around your legs, and the light blush dusting your cheeks from what he assumes is the exertion of having wrangled them down the too-long hallway.

“yes — right…” you purse your lips, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears.

“and you must be my new roommate, right?” jamil says, recovering from his momentary shock to offer you his hand.

pretty, is his first thought, smells like flowers, is his second.

you beam up at him, nodding.

“it’s lovely to finally meet you!”

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