Hello Um I Don’t Know If This Is A Thing But, Um🥺 Are Requests A Thing On This Fandom?
hello um I don’t know if this is a thing but, um🥺 are requests a thing on this fandom?
Hi! I believe so; a lot of the Twst writers I follow accept requests as well! 😊
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Pairing: Epel x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff
In this world, soulmates do exist.
No one knows when they will meet theirs or if they ever will, but chances of the latter is very unlikely.
See, the universe has a funny way of bringing two destined souls together; in this case, soulmates are brought together through music.
As a result, it isn’t strange for one, or two, or even a dozen people to suddenly start singing in the middle of the street. The more fortunate members of society are able to contain this urge, and you’re fortunately one of them.
But balance is a must.
So, while most soulmates will start singing the same song no matter where or how far apart they are, you have to deal with a song playing on repeat in your head for an undisclosed amount of time. It’s similar to how people say they have a catchy song stuck in their head, but you hear your soulmate’s voice singing to you instead.
Luck is truly on your side though, because you think that your soulmate has one of the loveliest voices that you’ve ever heard.
Or do you only think that because it’s your soulmate?
You wonder what they must be like. Definitely an interesting person based only on their music taste — which is completely random. They could be singing a tune that probably should belong in an opera and suddenly change to a song about baking a cake the next.
You never knew what to expect from them, least of all silence.
But that’s exactly what you got today.
If this wasn’t something out of the ordinary, you wouldn’t have been so worried. But you couldn’t help but think of all the things that could be wrong.
It’s for this reason that you’ve dragged your friends out to the nearest tea shop: to worry incessantly about someone you haven’t even met yet.
“No, I’m telling you that they have never not sung, Ace,” you groan while rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. “What if they tripped on their way to work and cracked multiple teeth, or something?”
Ace looks up at you with utter unamusement on his face as he takes another sip of his bubble tea, “that’s pretty dramatic, y/n. Maybe they’re just busy.”
“I mean, isn’t it nice to have some peace and quiet? They’ll probably go back to singing by tonight,” Jack offers before you could say anything else. “It could be worse.”
“How’s that?” you sigh before occupying yourself by taking small sips of your matcha latte.
“Our friend from college has never heard his soulmate’s voice — well, not since he was little.”
“Are you serious?” you raise an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical about this information.
But you weren’t one to talk; you’d always opted to wait until the late hours of the night to sing. A small part of you reasoned that you only did so to not disturb your soulmate throughout the day. But the bigger part of you knows that you’re just afraid to embarrass yourself.
“Yeah, you can ask him yourself,” Jack nods before nudging his chin towards the space behind you.
“What?”
You turn around to see a young man at the cash register paying for his drink. You can only make out the top half of his face due to his face mask, but you can already tell that he’s attractive — with wavy lavender locks that perfectly frames his face and double-lidded eyes that curve slightly at the ends, as if he has a natural wing.
You’re not sure why you can’t take your eyes off of him. You’ve seen plenty of attractive men in your life, yet…
Jack clears his throat at the same time Ace pokes at your forearm, forcing you to divert your attention back to the two.
“What?” you ask again, your eyes shifting between your friends who keep exchanging knowing looks with one-another. “Why do you look like that?”
The pair don’t answer you and instead wave over the handsome stranger that’s caught your attention. He immediately makes his way over to your table and places his hands on the chair right next to yours.
“May I sit here?” he asks, his eyes curving into crescent moons as he smiles — though it’s not visible to anyone.
You look up and accidentally make eye contact with him; and that alone is enough to make a comforting warmth spread from your heart to the rest of your body.
Both of your eyes widen in surprise, though you don’t realize that the stranger is experiencing the same exact warm comfort as you.
But why?
Jack and Ace exchange another set of knowing looks before Ace pats the table loud enough to snap you both out of your trances.
“Oh, um… y—yeah, go ahead,” you manage to stammer out, your hands nervously tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears as you turn to sit upright again.
What is wrong with you all of the sudden?
“Thank you,” the man clears his throat and moves to situate himself onto the empty seat before extending a hand out towards you, “I’m Epel, by the way.”
“O—oh,” you hesitantly reach out to wrap your fingers around Epel’s hand in a handshake, your skin immediately tingles upon contact. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.”
“‘Y/n’? That’s very pretty,” Epel says as his eyes curve into crescent moons once more.
“Th—thank you,” you bow your head in hopes that the shadows will conceal the blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Epel, you have a pretty name too,” Ace comments in a playful tone as he pats the said man’s cheeks.
You shoot a glare at your friend, mentally cursing him for teasing you at such a time, but he only smiles innocently at you in response.
“Call me ‘pretty’ again and you’ll never see the daylight again,” Epel chuckles. “How are y’all?”
“We’re good. What’s with the mask?” Jack gestures towards Epel’s face, and he assumes that he must mean the face mask.
“I caught a cold — just my luck,” Epel sighs.
“Is Vil going to cut you some slack today then?”
Epel shakes his head, “nah… I just won’t be able to sing as much as I usually do. Which is why I’m saving my voice as much as I can.”
“What if they’re sick?!” you suddenly exclaim, prompting Epel to turn towards you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Excuse me?”
“They’re talking about their soulmate again,” Ace whines before planting his face onto Jack’s shoulder.
“Oh? Why, what’s up? Did you finally meet them?”
“No…” you shake your head before giving your friends an apologetic look, “they’ve just stopped singing — and they always sing. So maybe they’re sick!”
“Sounds like me,” Epel says jokingly with a grin, but his laugh is cut short by the alarmed look on your face. “I—I’m kidding. I just meant that I sing all the time too for—well, really because Housewarden Vil asks me to.”
Watching the awkward exchange prompts Ace to hunch over and start coughing, but you can hear his hidden “smooth” in between the sharp sounds. You shoot your friend a glare before placing a hand on top of Epel’s — and it’s just a gesture of reassurance.
At least that’s what you try convincing yourself of.
“So,” you start, hoping to change the conversation’s topic for everyone’s sake, “is there any particular reason why you’re being made to focus on your singing skills?”
“Oh!” you can see the glimmers of happiness in Epel’s eyes as he begins to talk animatedly about his hobby. “It’s ‘cause of my family’s apple farm. Which, hear me out, ‘cause I know you’re prolly thinkin’ ‘how is that even related’? But…”
Then Epel begins to explain how his family business experienced a boom in business after this year’s SDC, and he saw this as motivation to work on strengthening his charms. After all, Harveston isn’t a well-known part of Twisted Wonderland; and if he works hard enough, he could help not only his family, but the other elders in the village as well.
“Then Vil had this great idea that we should start an NRC radio show. I like to call it the Epel Farm but Vil was not a fan of that. And, well— it’s more of a ‘daily podcast’ than it is a radio show. I do a lot of different things depending on my mood; sometimes I’ll give advice to my listeners or just play music — and sing, of course. I surprisingly like it a lot.”
“You seem to be very passionate about your family and apples. It’s wonderful that you’ve got such a strong source of motivation,” you can only offer a sheepish smile as your head is still spinning from the overload of information Epel just spilled onto you. “I haven’t gotten the chance to tune in yet, but your radio show sounds great.”
And the two of you continue your conversation just like that, completely forgetting that you have other friends sitting right across the table. Too enamored with one-another to even notice their amused stares.
Truth be told, Ace and Jack had a sneaking suspicion that they knew who your soulmate was for a while now. Epel’s too.
At first, it seemed like a coincidence. You’d whine about the fact that you couldn’t focus well when your soulmate keeps singing a song about washing the dishes. Then that same night, they would hear Epel singing a similar song in a pre-recording of Epel Farm.
When asked, Epel had told them that he rarely hears his soulmate’s voice unless he stayed up late enough. He’d wake up with swollen eyes the morning after and was surely scolded by Vil, but he always thought that it was worth it.
They connected the distant grey dots when you told them you try not to sing until nightfall in fear of disturbing your soulmate’s day.
The coincidences continued to pile on from there, and Ace finally convinced Epel to meet you for confirmation.
Except he left out the part where you were going to be here today.
But Epel is smart and he catches on very quickly. It also helps that your friends were not very subtle with the way they were gawking at you two as you conversed.
You must be someone special. He could tell from the moment you made eye contact earlier.
Whereas your parents never told you the feeling of meeting your soulmate — not to mention your friends haven’t experienced such things either — Epel was more blessed.
He’s been excited to meet you since the moment his parents recounted the day that they met. The feeling of comfort and warmth, like basking under the hot summer sun or wrapping yourself up in your favorite blanket on a snowy day.
The same exact feeling he had when he first saw you.
But he’s not one to jump to conclusions. He needed solid evidence, and there’s only one way he knows how to collect it. Subtly.
“Do you want to come back to Pomefiore with me then? I’m about to head down, and it’ll give you a chance to finally listen in,” Epel offers, holding his breath as he waits for your answer.
You hum in thought, glancing over at your friends for their confirmation before nodding, “sure, I would love to.”
“Perfect, I’ll go grab my drink and we can go.”
Underneath the face mask, Epel is absolutely beaming in delight but he tries his best not to jump for joy right away. Instead, he counts to ten in his head to calm his nerves before he gets up from his seat, “oh— Ace and Jack, you guys can come too. Just don’t break anything this time.”
“Wh— it was totally Jack’s fault for scaring me!” Ace tries to defend himself but the shorter man is already out of earshot. He sighs, lips jutting out into a pout as he crosses his arms and slumps back down his seat.
“Your soulmate sucks, y/n,” Ace grumbles due to his hurt pride, the weight of his words not registering until he notices the way you stare at him with raised eyebrows.
“Who’s my soulmate?” you snort and lean forward to gently smack Ace’s hand. “Don’t joke around like that!”
“S—sorry,” Ace scratches the back of his head, the toothy smile he offers you filled with awkwardness.
Were you always this naive, or pretending to ignore the fact that he just slipped up?
His eyes shift up to look at something behind you and he breathes a sigh of relief before jumping out of his seat, “Epel! Great! Let’s get going before you’re late!”
“Uh— Okay, okay,” Epel holds his hands up in defeat as he allows Ace to usher him out of the tea shop.
You and Jack follow not too far behind, with you clinging onto your friend’s arm for warmth and protection against the chilly autumn breeze.
Thankfully — and surprisingly — the walk back to the Pomefiore dorm was only about one mile, tops. It was still a half an hour walk, but you can’t complain in the presence of good company. Plus, it probably would be a few days’ walk if you didn’t have a mirror to transport you to anywhere you want to go.
“Here we are,” Epel announces, his voice quieter and a softer tone than it had been at the tea shop. He stops walking right outside a door to a room marked with a medium-sized apple sign. “Please come in.”
Epel hurries to hold the door open for you, and you can’t hold back the giggle that bubbles up your throat as you walk past him.
How adorable, you think to yourself.
You absolutely adored the way that he so enthusiastically talked about his radio show earlier, and you can see now that he truly treats this place like his second home.
True to its name, the interior of the room is decorated with shades of green and various apple drawings randomly placed on the wall. Just like an apple orchard.
The environment is bright and warm, and if Epel was a room this is what you imagine he would look like. Is that strange?
“Okay, follow me. You guys can sit right outside of the broadcasting booth, and we’ll be able to see each other,” Epel gestures for your trio to follow him deeper into the room.
His face mask is pulled down now, exposing the lower half of his face, and you can’t help but to steal glances at him every few seconds. You had the gut feeling that he would be attractive, but nothing could prepare you for how pretty the man truly was.
Lost in thought — well, more like Epel’s face — you don’t notice that your friends have stopped walking and you face plant directly into Jack’s shoulder, causing you to stumble back ungracefully.
“Are you okay?” he looks back in concern.
“Uh, yes,” you affirm, a hand rubbing at your sore forehead.
“Be careful,” Epel comments before reaching out and taking a hold of your hand. He gently pries it off your forehead and leans forward to study the blanket of red on your skin. “It doesn’t look bad, but if it still hurts and you want to ice it, please let me know.”
“Okay, t—thank you,” you whisper.
From the close proximity, you have the opportunity to see his features more clearly — from his piercing light blue orbs to his adorable plump cheeks down to his rosy lips.
You’re not sure why you couldn’t stop staring at him, or why the same warmth as before is spreading through your body again. But the feeling is very much welcomed.
Unbeknownst to you, Epel feels the same way.
The sound of someone clearing their throat pops the momentary bubble you were encased in, causing the two of you to take a step away from one-another.
“Epel. We need to go check the sounds now,” a very familiar man stands off to the side, his face seeming as if he’d showed up someplace he wasn’t supposed to.
“Thank you, Housewarden Vil. I’ll be right there.”
“Alright. And Jack. Ace. Y/n. It’s a pleasure to see you all again,” Vil greets you all politely before he turns on his heels and hurries back inside what you presume is the broadcasting booth.
“Have a seat. You should be able to hear the broadcast through the speaker here,” Epel gestures towards a seemingly misplaced large speaker just outside of the broadcasting booth. When he turns back to you, he flashes a bright smile that has your heart suddenly skipping a beat. “I hope you’ll like it.”
With that, you both part ways. Epel walks to the broadcast booth while you walk over to where your friends have retreated minutes earlier.
“I feel strange,” you confess after situating yourself in a seat facing the glass door to the booth.
Jack and Ace exchange looks for what seems like the hundredth time that day before Jack says, “a good strange? Or did you already catch Epel’s cold?”
“I don’t know, but… I feel so warm and fuzzy. So I guess that’s good? I—” your sentence is cut off by a familiar voice in your head, and you let out a short sound of relief.
Your friends give you looks of confusion mixed with worry, mostly because your mood suddenly changed and they can’t tell if you’ve suddenly lost your mind. But you shake your head and whisper, “my soulmate is singing again!”
Jack eyes flicker briefly towards Epel, who seems to be speaking into a mic, before coming back to you, “what’s he singing?”
“Actually, it’s not a made-up song for chores this time,” you hum along to the lyrics in your head, your brain working to figure out what song is playing before it clicks. “Ah! It’s ‘Piece of My World’.”
Jack nods as he hops off his seat and makes his way to the speaker Epel pointed out earlier. His fingers fumble with the controls before you suddenly hear the same song blasting through them as the one in your head.
“How?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stare at the speaker. “That’s such a weird coincidence.”
Surely this was just a coincidence, right? But the more you listen, the farther away the voice in your head gets, the voice coming from the speaker replacing it instead.
The same voice that you’ve heard every day for as long as you can remember.
Your soulmate’s voice.
You stand up, hesitantly inching closer to the speaker, where Jack is giving you an apologetic look. How long had he known?
A million thoughts were running through your mind per second, faster than your heart is racing at the moment.
But when you’re a few feet away from the glass door, it suddenly makes sense to you. The way you felt so comfortable around him, how easily attracted you were to him, and why your friends had insisted you meet him all those times before.
Somehow they always knew, but now you know too.
Feeling eyes on him, Epel looks towards the door and makes eye contact with you. His mouth falls open to a small “o” when he sees the look of utter astonishment on your face.
Did you figure it out? Was he right?
Your lips moved, though he couldn’t hear what you were saying through the soundproof walls. That didn’t matter, however, because suddenly a voice greets his mind. One that he hasn’t heard sing to him when the sun is still up in years.
“You’re my soulmate.”
I'm sorry, I HAD to
Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
Sure, he’s my enemy — but I’m not about to throw hands with him. Scary. Spoopy. -10/10 would do anything about it. 😭😭
Which twst character would be you sworn enemy
I'm laughing so hard truly Azul and Yume are enemies lol
I'd love to see others' results!
gladiator lilia.. JUST A DASH OF ANGST?? I FELT MY HEART CRUMBLE AND BREAK TO AOTA NOOOOOOOO LILIAAAA DEUCEEE
it doesnt help that ive studied the destruction of pompeii for years 😭😭😭 - eve
AAAAAAAA I initially was going to make it open-ended but decided to torture myself instead. ;_;
That’s so cool though! It was definitely an interesting event to research, so I hope I did it an ounce of justice!
Which TWST Character Are You?
This is not a fic exactly, but... I made a quiz! It's 50 questions, so it's pretty long too!
If anyone is interested in taking it, I'd love to hear what result you all received and if you agree with it or not? I'm thinking I might have to revamp this quiz a little because I'm not so sure I agree with the result I got, personally. Then again, I tried to make it accurate, so mayhaps I am just in denial.
Here is the link for anyone interested! Much love, always ♡
(P.S. - I also considered making a 'TWST soulmate' quiz--I'd love to hear thoughts on that too! Thanks ♡)
