·˚ when you bite down hard on them during intimacy₊˚⊹♡. ... their reactions ! ✶⋆.˚
°❀ featuring ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ .. trey, cater, leona, azul, jade, floyd, and vil !
....i kinda like my men pathetic. uhm. yay azul! ?? (aka this may seem ooc, but it's two am bro.) u can kinda see where i got lazy, enjoy freaks ! dw, im one too
✶⋆.˚ unedited writing, NSFW !
t. clover ༉‧₊˚.
with his fingers tangled in your hair, you lick up his thigh and place a gentle kiss close to his groin—your hands under his knees as he's spread wide for you on the bed.
just to be a little prick, seeing how turned on his was already getting without even taking your bottoms off, and him still in his boxers, you bite down on his soft skin. close to his inner thigh. his reaction was immediate.
a strong yet strained noise comes out of his lips, and trey bows his head down breathing heavily. your fingers gently trace along his waistband, biting your lip you stare up at him.
"you..." trey breathes, "are a naughty girl~" closing his legs to gently trap you between his thighs and dick, "you know, i thought i'd be the one to eat you out tonight..." he teases, "but you seem to be doing my job for me.."
you giggle slightly, a soft blush on your face as you slowly peel off his boxers.
c. diamond ༉‧₊˚.
you crawled between your boyfriend's legs, which were spread for you to squat between and rest your cheek against his bare thigh.
cater was seated above you on the bed, phone already in one hand and the other gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lip. you didn't even touch him yet, and he was already whimpering at your presence.
you decided to make yourself the one to humiliate yourself, you wanted revenge. instead of sucking him off immediately, you open your mouth just to bite into his inner thigh, teeth marks a deep shade of red on his skin.
"oh~OwHwA!!— heyyy!"
this man pouts, actually pouts. his fingers now curled around your hair as he leaned close, ignoring the sting on his thigh.
"ngh, come on! m'sorry for making fun of you baby, but please! just fuck me already, you don't even have to suck me anymore!"
pathetic.
l. kingscholar ༉‧₊˚.
it all started with you simply trying to wake him up because he promised you a date night; yet of course, leona convinced you to stay in bed with him. once stripped from your shirt and jeans, only left in your bra and underwear, the prince took his time leaning you into a comfortable position before getting you between his legs.
with him bare before you, legs spread and fingers in your hair, you left side kisses along his thigh to warm him up. how utterly foolish of you—he grumbles for you to hurry up.
you did not take that tone lightly, at all.
with a sudden anger you bit down hard against his thigh, not even in a soft way—just a rough, hard chomp on his skin. teeth marks stained his leg as he lets out a strained groan, chest heavy and body suddenly super hot.
"o-oi!" he growls, "you got a death wish?! ah-do that again and i'll-nmh-break your damn back...holy-fuck!!
a. ashengrotto ༉‧₊˚.
you convinced him to have office sex, and it was pretty easy. there was no one to bother him, no meetings or clients—jade and floyd handling the lounge this hour, and having more time with you?
azul just couldn't say no when he finally saw you under his desk, spreading his legs slowly apart and unzipping his pants. azul bites his lip, pen shaking in his hands when you kissed him. soft, lips gentle and almost about to do it again—until you got an idea.
just to be a brat, to hear him moan and struggle to cover it up, you bite his thigh. hard, leaving a mark as you pulled away. azul slams his face into the table, hat fallen to the floor beside you and his body sweating.
he let out soft moans as you continued to bite him gently, starting from his knee and up his length. you loved hearing the sound of his pathetic moans.
j. leech ༉‧₊˚.
you wanted something different, something exciting. and when you propose this idea to jade, he couldn't refuse with that awfully adorable look on your face. and it was worth seeing it between his legs, sitting before him in nothing but your matching set you bought just for him.
he loves seeing you in lingerie that's his favorite color. he's already turned on, you haven't even touched him yet. he's honestly about to become a wreck.
you pulled down his boxers and kissed down his stomach and to his base, your fingers curled under his knees to keep him spread apart.
you finally bite down on his skin, wet and cold, you pull back to see the mark you left. and when you glanced back up at you boyfriend he was already face stuffed with a pillow, pathetic noises leaking out as you finally sucked him off.
f. leech ༉‧₊˚.
he got bored of the same old positions, hence why everyday time you do it you're left with a sore back. this timez floyd wanted to be bottom and have you top him.
it got him all excited he was stripped before you were, but you told him to keep his boxers on, to which he reluctantly did. pouting the entire time you teased him, he hated it. he barked at you to get on with it, to suck him off or finger him, WHATEVER.
"shrimpyyy, hurry up! your burning daylight over here~" He whined, arching his hips close to your lips.
getting fed up with his consent complaining, you bite down on his thigh, just close enough to his dick and he howled. that just pissed him off even more, but when you started to flutter gently kisses and throw in a few rough sucks—he suddenly forgot his own damn name.
v. schoenheit ༉‧₊˚.
vil grips your chin to gently force you to look at you, your body sat comfortably between his legs, head between his thighs, spread wide for you on the bed.
you were teasing him with kisses, soft and playful, gently tickling him as he grumbled about how naughty your are acting. edging him on this way, making him wait.
once you finally get enough, you leaned down to bite his thigh playfully—first gentle, and then rough. vil yells shortly, squishing your head between his thighs to glare down at you.
"look at me," he breathed, once again forcing you to stare up at him, your eyes met his glossy ones. "How uncouth, biting me like that all of a sudden. I think i deserve an apology, don't you think?
i just saw your fic of the one where the twst boys realise how lucky they are to have yuu as their partner and its REALLY cute could i request that you do the same prompt with jamil, vil and jade pls 💗
【❝A Man Who Yearns Is A Man Who Earns pt. 2❞】
【Synopsis: In which your boyfriend realizes just how lucky he is to have you in his life.】
【Featuring: Jamil Viper, Jade Leech, and Vil Schoenheit】
【Tags: gn reader, reader is yuu/prefect, established relationship, light angst to fluff, the boys are down horrendous lol, mild hurt/comfort】
【Word count: Jamil (779) Jade (612) Vil (706) Total (2k)】
【a/n: hiya anon! Ty for requesting!! I’m glad you enjoyed part one and I hope you like this as well!! I think this might be my first time writing for Jade (if I remember correctly) which is crazy bc he’s actually one of my favorite twst characters!! I really gotta write for him and Vil more lol! Anyway, enjoy!! <3】
Being all sappy and lovey-dovey simply isn't in Jamil's nature. In fact, he finds it kinda cringe!
Over time, Jamil's heart has softened thanks to you. Actually, he had quite a bit to thank you for. Without you, he'd still be stuck in Kalim's shadow playing the loyal servant forever, but now — all because of you — he has the chance to shed that identity that held him back from so long and truly live up to his potential.
Jamil often gets in his own head, especially when it comes to you. He's the son of servants, a practical nobody with nothing but his magic to make up for it. He frequently wonders if he deserves you, if he can one day provide the life you deserve in the future.
Everything Jamil does, he does with you in mind. It's stressful, but you're worth it. You took a chance on him, so he has to repay you somehow for all the shit he's put you through.
"Sometimes I wonder how I ever managed to live without you." The thought slips past Jamil's lips in the quiet of this night, reverberating off his walls and bouncing back at him as though he's the one being asked the question.
"I dunno, probably wouldn't even know I existed. It's not worth thinkin' about, though. Get some sleep, Jam." Your reply — slightly slurred in your half-asleep state — makes it impossible for Jamil to fall asleep after hearing it.
Jamil holds you closer that night, his mind racing as he starts at the ceiling for what feels like hours on end. A tight, twisting feeling makes it hard to breathe. Jamil can vividly imagine being stuck in his miserable, unfulfilling life if it weren't for you, but what scares him more is the thought that the only gets to hold you like this because of a complete accident.
You're not from this world. You're not meant to be here, and yet you've changed his life so much, all because of pure coincidence. It's there in the darkness of his room with you cuddled up by his side, that Jamil realizes just how lucky he is to have you.
Come morning, you find yourself constricted in Jamil's embrace. You feel like a prey animal wrapped up in a viper's grip, about to be eaten whole, but you couldn't be safer and more content here.
"Babe, I need you to let me go, I gotta pee." Your plea is met with a grumble and Jamil pulling you closer. He's usually up before dawn to help out around the Scarabia dorm, to you're awfully surprised to find him still in bed at this time.
"Stay just a little longer, please." Oh, your heart just about melts right then and there. Your sweet Jamil would rather be buried alive than beg so nicely for your affection and attention.
"I don't wanna piss in your bed, honey."
"Fine, but I want you right back here within two minutes."
Reluctantly, Jamil releases you from his hold. He starts counting down the moment you leave his bed. If you're not back in two minutes, then he's coming to get you himself. Thankfully, it doesn't take you long to use the bathroom, wash your hands, and return to your very needy boyfriend.
"What's got you all clingy this morning?" Jamil groans at the teasing tone of your voice. Still, he wraps you up in his arms and pulls you closer the moment you hit the mattress.
"I'm not clingy." You have to stifle a laugh as Jamil buried his face against the crook of your neck. He can tell you're having a grand ol' time at his expense, so he sleepily enacts his revenge by playfully biting the curve of your neck.
"Hmmm, yes you are. I'm not complaining, though. I'm guessing you wanna stay in bed all morning?" If you didn't know any better, you'd say Jamil started purring the moment your fingers started to thread through his silken hair.
"All day, preferably." The words come out muffled against your neck as Jamil continues to kiss and nose at the sensitive skin. You really have to catch him first thing in the morning more often.
"Your wish is my command."
"You're too good to me."
"Nuh uh."
"Yes huh."
"Whatever. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to argue with your partner?"
"You're the only one arguing right now. Just be quiet and let me hold you."
"Fine, fine. You're lucky I love you."
"Hmm, love you too."
Hopefully Scarabia can function properly without Jamil for the day, because not even the end of the world is gonna get him out of bed.
Jade has discovered many new and wonderful things since arriving on land, but none of them compare to you.
Love wants something Jade was never looking for when he and Floyd rose up from the deepest depths of the Coral Sea. Now that he has it, he's never letting it go. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be this eel's partner, so don't be surprised now that you his for life. In fact, you're already a Leech, you just don't even know it yet.
Jade is an introspective eel. Often, his mind drifts to thoughts of your future together — thoughts that are so terribly distracting, but never fail to make him giddy. It's a terrible feeling, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't addicted to it. To think, Jade would have never gotten to experience such delights if he had never left home!
"I don't know how I ever lived life without you, dear. Truly, my life has been changed for the better with you in it." Jade isn't typically so… sappy, not unless he wants something. You're used to your boyfriend's devious ways and honey-coated words, but this is definitely a step-up.
"I'm sure you'd be just fine without me, Jade. I bet you'd still be terrorizing the Coral Sea with Floyd if I weren't around. Actually, you wouldn't even know I exist if I never ended up in this world."
For once, Jade is rendered wordless. For a guy who always has a response for everything, he's surprisingly quiet after that response.
Until now, Jade had never stopped to take the time and realize just how lucky he is to have you in his life. You're right, if you never stumbled into Twisted Wonderland, he wouldn't be blessed to experience you and your love. Somehow, this thought alone shakes the calm and collected facade that Jade is known for.
You know your dear boyfriend to be subtle with his affections, almost restrictive in a way. Usually, all you get is a few teasing touches and strategicly placed kisses that leave you clingy and wanting for more. Now it's Jade who's clinging. Oh, how the tables have turned.
These days you've found yourself wrapped up in Jade's lanky embrace more often than not. His kisses are sweeter, and his harsh bites have turned into playful nibbles. He's even started cooking food for you without his mushrooms in them! Honestly, you're sure some sort of weird spell or curse has been put on Jade, but he assures you otherwise.
"I promise you I have no ill intentions, darling. Do you really think so little of me?" You've never seen an eel try to make puppy eyes, but you suppose there's a first time for everything.
"Well, forgive me for being suspicious! You're just not usually so… clingy, ya know?"
"I am simply expressing my love in a more deliberate manner, my dear. If you prefer, I can return to my usual underhanded tactics. Say the word and I shall, but I must say I quite like lavishing you with my affections."
You respond not with words, but my pulling Jade into a harsh kiss, one that he — much to your shock and awe — answers tenderly. The roles really have been reversed, and you're not sure if you like it or not.
Jade's usually all teeth and tongue, but now he kisses you with the delicacy of a butterfly. Thankfully, the uncharacteristically soft press of his lips against your own helps you to make up your mind. You can definitely get used to this side of Jade.
Maybe a clingy eel isn't so bad after all.
Vil Schoenheit is not a man who concerns himself with life's what-ifs, but that's changed since you stepped into his life.
Sweet domestic fantasies of a future with you invade Vil's mind more often than he cares to admit. He likes to imagine life with you after NRC; a simple existence where he can spoil you rotten, show you off on red carpets, fall asleep by your side, and wake up to your face each and every morning.
You've touched Vil's life in a way that's changed him for the better. No longer does he call and vie for some nebulous idea of perfection. You taught Vil that he's perfect the way he is — flaws and all, and for that he's eternally grateful.
"Do you ever think about what life might have been like if we'd never met?" Vil has asked himself this very question countless times before posing it to you, and though he doesn't like to dwell on all of life's possibilities, this is one that seems to have taken permanent residence in his mind.
"Well, you probably would have never even known I'd existed, to be honest. I guess you'd have it pretty easy since you wouldn't have to fret over me all the time." The jovial tone of your reply threatens a frown from Vil, but he quickly reminds himself of all the wrinkles that may result, so instead he presses his lips into a thin line.
That's not exactly the response Vil was looking for, but the fact that your words ring true stirs up some unidentifiable feelings within him.
What would life be like without you? Would Vil still be bitter and vain, constantly hiding his obsessive pursuit of perfection behind a veneer of poise and elegance? He can't believe he was ever that person. You changed Vil irrevocably, and now he can't imagine living without you.
Vil Schoenheit is a man that values his personal freedom, so you can't help but wonder what's up when he suddenly starts hovering. You're used to him lingering and providing you with gentle encouragement and stern, but loving advice, but this is something else entirely. You're definitely not complaining, though.
"You're the one who wanted to watch this movie, Vil, the least you could do is pay attention." Vil lets out an offended huff, but snuggles closer to you despite his irritation. Your fairest queen is practically draped across you, with his head resting on your chest and one of his legs thrown over your hips, essentially trapping you in his loving embrace.
"I've seen this film a million times, love. You're far more interesting anyway." There's an almost lovesick quality to Vil's voice, something soft and sentimental that only slips out during these rare moments. It's quite cute seeing the typically infallible Vil all sweet and lovey-dovey.
"What's up with you? You've been all clingy lately. I'm not complaining, of course, I'm just curious about what brought this on."
"Can't a man be affectionate with his partner without there being a deeper reason behind it?"
You don't even bother to stop yourself from chuckling at Vil's petulant response. He's seriously too cute for his own good; especially when he buries his face against your chest, hiding among the silken fabric of the matching pajama set he bought you. Hopefully, Vil doesn't notice the frantic beating of your heart.
"You're cute when you’re clingy." Your words lose their teasing edge as you lean down to press a kiss against the top of Vil's head. The action earns a pleased hum from him as he squeezes you closer.
"I'm not clingy, sweet potato. I'm simply a man in love, one who's realized just how lucky he is to have such a lovely partner by his side." Softly and wistfully, Vil leans onto capture your lips in a kiss. The words of love and affection might not come easily to him, but he can fully convey his devotion to you much easier this way. Neither you nor Vil will ever grow tired of exchanging your feelings through more physical means.
The movie plays on, long forgotten as you and Vil lose yourselves in your own little world. You two should have movie nights more often.
Idk if you accept requests but I just read your "accidentally proposing" fic with Octavinelle, Savanaclaw and Diasomnia and had an idea!! (I have Savanaclaw in mind specifically but it might work with others?)
So what if to beast/mer/etc men, biting/marking your lover is basically like a wedding ring. A symbol to others that you're claimed (and that both parties felt safe enough to be marked that way). So imagine if the boys are already kinda crushing on Yuu/reader only for them to take their jacket off or something and reveal like a big ole bite mark on their shoulder (or wherever) and they get all mopey thinking their already claimed but in reality they just got bit by something back from their world and the scar stuck
(Inspired partially by my dad, who has a big bite mark on his arm that everyone thinks is a tattoo. it's not. Just an old dog bite)
(damn your dad sounds cool)
Savanaclaw
Setting: The Savanaclaw boys have been pining for you, and today, you're just casually stripping your jacket off after PE class, revealing a decent-sized bite scar on your shoulder.
They freeze.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona’s eyes lock onto the mark and he goes deathly quiet.
His tail flicks. His ears flatten just a bit. Internally?
"Of course. Figures. I finally meet someone who doesn’t annoy me and they’re already spoken for."
He sulks hard. You notice him going distant, brushing you off when you try to chat later. It’s not until days later—when he mutters, "Your mate let you walk around unguarded like that?"—that you blink and go,
"Mate? Oh, no, a dog bit me when I was ten. Real jerk. Still got the scar."
Leona’s head snaps up. His ears twitch.
"Wait… that’s not a claiming mark?"
Cue one (1) very smug Leona by the next morning, mysteriously returning to sitting too close again.
Jack Howl
Jack actually drops the water bottle he was holding when he sees the scar. His eyes widen and then avert—immediately.
He turns pink at the tips of his ears.
"Oh. I—I didn’t know you were already marked. Sorry."
He becomes very formal, very stiff. Starts calling you “prefect” again instead of your name. You finally confront him, a bit heartbroken at the sudden coldness.
"You’ve been weird since PE, what gives?"
"...I just didn’t want to overstep. That kind of scar usually means you belong to someone."
When you tell him it’s an old wound from a totally mundane dog bite, he short circuits. Like, tail-wagging-involuntarily level of flustered.
"I—I see! That makes sense! You—you should be more careful, it looked real... um, real meaningful."
Now he can't stop glancing at your shoulder and getting flustered.
Ruggie Bucchi
“Tch. Lucky bastard, whoever bagged ya.”
He’s a mix of bitter and resigned—still flirty, but with a new sad little edge. Keeps joking like,
“Too bad you’re taken. Coulda had fun.”
When you finally ask what the hell he means, he gestures at the scar like, duh.
“That’s a mark. You don’t just give or get one of those unless you’re real serious.”
You: “That was a chihuahua. It bit me because I stole its hotdog.”
He stares.
“...A chihuahua did that?”
“Yeah.”
“And here I was mourning a relationship that never even existed. You owe me emotional compensation, y’know!”
Back to flirting. With vengeance.
OCTAVIANS:
Setting:
You’re helping out in the Lounge. The uniform jacket’s getting hot, so you slip it off behind the bar… and your shirt collar slips just enough for a very visible, very real-looking bite scar to be seen by two (2) nosy eels and one (1) devastated octomer.
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul freezes mid-shaker pour. You don’t notice—it’s just a quick glimpse—but Azul does. And his brain short circuits.
"A mark that deep... that shape... it’s deliberate. Ritualistic. They’re already bound?"
He’s devastated—but covers it up with grace. Or tries to. He gets very formal, colder. You catch him staring at your shoulder more than once with that complicated emotion you can’t name.
He’s too polite to ask directly—until the heartbreak gets to him.
“You’re in a binding, aren’t you?”
You: “Huh?”
“The bite mark on your shoulder. Among merfolk, that symbolizes an eternal commitment.”
You: “Oh! Nah. That’s just from a dog that chomped me when I was a kid. I kicked him in the face.”
Azul.exe has stopped working.
“...You what—?”
Goes beet red and storms into his office to scream into a pillow. You later find your drink on the house, labeled ‘thanks for the heart attack’.
Jade Leech
Jade smiles when he sees the scar. But his eyes go half-lidded, calculating.
He suddenly speaks softer. Steps farther back. Less teasing, more… respectful distance.
“My, I wasn’t aware you were already bound. Forgive me if my prior behavior overstepped.”
You: “Bound to what now??”
He gestures subtly to your shoulder, like it’s obvious.
“A bite mark like that, well… among certain species, it’s not given lightly. It would be considered rude to compete for the affection of one already ‘marked.’”
Cue your laugh.
“Oh that? I was eleven. Some mutt thought my lunch was his.”
Jade pauses… then grins, slow and sharp.
“Is that so? How very fortunate. In that case… I wonder how your skin scars. Hypothetically, of course.”
You're not sure if that’s a flirt or a threat. Probably both.
Floyd Leech
“...Huh?”
He just blinks at the mark when he sees it. Then squints real hard.
Then stops talking to you.
Like, full Floyd shutdown mode. No nicknames. No glomps. Just grumpy silence. You ask him what’s wrong, and he shrugs you off like:
“Nothin’. Don’t talk to taken people. It’s boring.”
You practically have to wrestle the truth out of him. When he finally gestures at the mark, you laugh so hard you snort.
“That? Nah, that’s from a dog bite. We were playing tug-of-war and he missed the toy and got my shoulder instead. It’s just a scar.”
“Whaaat?? That’s it??”
Floyd immediately perks up. Grabs your shoulders and spins you around like:
“So you’re not somebody’s shrimp? Heh. Good. I hate leftovers.”
Later bites you (playfully) and says he wants to "make it official."
DIASOMNIA
Malleus Draconia
Malleus was just enjoying your presence—he always is. You pull off your hoodie to reveal a bite mark on your upper arm and—
He stares.
The air around him tightens. He doesn’t speak at first. Just… quietly steps back. His green eyes dim.
“...You are claimed.”
He says it like a funeral eulogy.
You blink. “Claimed?? What are you talking about?”
“That mark. You accepted a fae bond.”
You laugh. “Wait, this?” You twist your arm to show him properly. “That’s from a feral raccoon. He got me through a screen door.”
...
Malleus goes silent.
Then he laughs—one of those rare, rich, real ones.
“You truly are fascinating, Child of Man. A sacred mark... from a trash beast.”
And now he won’t stop teasing you about it.
“Shall I give you a proper one, to replace the raccoon’s?”
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia recognizes the bite mark instantly—and what it would mean if it were real. His smile drops for a moment. A beat of quiet heartbreak.
“Oh… you’ve already given yourself to another?”
He masks it fast—reverts to his cheerful, mischievous self. But the sharpness in his tone dulls.
“You should’ve told us! We’d have sent you a proper gift, you know. A token for the bound.”
You: “Lilia, I got this bite scar from a goose. I was five. It hated my jacket.”
“...A goose?”
“An evil goose.”
A beat. Then he laughs so hard he nearly levitates.
“You poor thing! Bitten by a beast of chaos!”
“You mean the goose?”
“No. The jacket.”
He’s overjoyed, suddenly affectionate again, now plotting how to actually mark you with fae tradition. You may have unleashed something.
Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek screams internally the moment he sees it. He immediately turns away, face twisted.
“I see. You have already pledged loyalty elsewhere.”
Goes full formal mode. Loud. Respectful. Heartbroken.
“I WAS A FOOL TO BELIEVE—TO HOPE—THAT YOU WERE UNBOUND!”
You’re like: “Dude. What?”
He dramatically points at the scar.
“That! You wear it openly!”
You: “Oh, you mean my shoulder scar? A horse bit me.”
Sebek.exe blue screens.
“A… horse?”
“He didn’t like carrots. I was five.”
...
He gets so red. Immediately bows in apology. Starts yelling at the horse retroactively. Gives you his coat. Declares he’ll train to bite harder than any equine.
Silver
Silver notices the scar. He gets very quiet. Thoughtful.
Later that day, he gently asks:
“Did it hurt when you were claimed?”
You pause. “What do you mean?”
“The mark. It’s permanent. You must’ve trusted them deeply.”
You laugh. “No, no—Silver, I got that from a neighbor’s dog. He panicked during fireworks.”
Silver: “Oh.”
...Then he stares at the sky like it personally betrayed him.
“I thought I missed the moment you gave your heart away...”
You pat his shoulder, and he very gently, very subtly leans into it—maybe hoping he could be the one to earn that mark someday.
Hey there! I loved giving Malleus a stone as an accidental proposal! It would make sense to me that mers would also see it as that! Could we possibly get one with Floyd Azul or Jade?
omg yes absolutely! Thinking about it, merfolk probably would also take it as a proposal! Especially with their culture being inspired by The little mermaid and she loved to collect things. I love this request! For those of you who haven't seen the Malleus part, it's linked below!
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Accidentally proposing to Malleus with a rock
Accidentally proposing with a rock (Octavinelle)
Floyd:
It was an innocent gesture. You wanted to give Floyd a rock to show you care about him. A simple gift that you thought he'd like. Well, you think he likes it a little too much.
When you gave the rock to Floyd, his eyes went wide, and he quickly smiled and pulled you into a tight hug (careful not to hurt you too much), "Awwww of course!"
He seemed so happy to get the rock, it honestly surprised you. Then he started lurking around you more. Like, hovering behind you and picking you up at random times to carry you around anywhere. When you asked, he said he had a right to carry and lurk now.
You also caught Jade snickering more than usual at you and Floyd, like he knew something you didn't. But both him and Floyd didn't elaborate. Instead, Floyd laughed and wrapped his arms around you, setting his head atop yours, "Silly silly~"
It wasn't until later when you visited the Mostro Lounge's VIP room that you got a hint of what was happening. Normally you'd just go there to hang out, but you'd noticed Azul was unusually frustrated today. When he saw you, it only seemed to set him off on a rant as he paced about the room.
"I can't believe this. Of all the things you could've given, and to all the people...I can't even begin to imagine what's going through your mind. You must be as impulsive as him to do this and with such short notice! Now he wants to use the whole lounge for a day and dumps all these things to prepare on me. Could you not have waited until I've graduated at least so I wouldn't have to put of with this? You two could at least help me instead of leaving me to figure out how to cater for an entire wedding without giving me any specifics-"
At this point, you kind of zoned out because you were stuck on the whole "wedding" part. What?
As Azul paced around the room and ranted, without you fully listening, your mind was working to put together the pieces. He clearly was blaming you for something, and impulsivity could only mean Floyd was involved. That, and he mentioned giving him something...
Oh no...
Right on time, Floyd had strolled into the room, completely interrupting Azul's rant. But the second his eyes landed on you, his expression lit up and he'd made his way over to you. His arms quickly wrapped around you and he basically leaned all of his weight on you as he cheered, "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. What're you doing here with Azul?"
Hesitantly, you had to ask, "Floyd, what's going on?"
Tilting his head, he rested his cheek on top of your head and hummed in amusement, "Ah. Azul's just jealous of us. Getting married while he's stuck talking all business and contracts."
You're what? Did you hear that right?
Before you could ask anything else or try and explain anything, he'd picked you up again, and started walking out of the room with you. A very frustrated Azul calling out to you two, "At least give me something!"
Only for Floyd to wave a hand dismissively as he carried you out, "Nah. You got this. We're busy."
Something told you he wasn't going to let you just back out or call it a friendship rock...
Jade:
You like to think you know Jade pretty well. You've spent a lot of time together, so you thought it'd be a great idea to give him a little gift. So when you found this nice smooth and pretty rock, you knew it'd be the perfect gift for him. It's even practical since he can put it in one of his terrariums!
He even seemed happy when you gave it to him, after brief shock of course, and he had that sharp-toothed smile you knew well.
"Well well, I must say I never expected you to be so bold to give me something like this, but I accept."
That was all he said. You weren't really sure why it'd require boldness, but he didn't elaborate and instead brushed it off and quickly left saying he had work to do.
The day carried on as normal until you saw Floyd. He ran up to you and swung you around, "There you areee~ Welcome to the family! Ma's gonna love ya!"
Disoriented, dizzy, and confused, you had to ask, "Floyd? What are you talking about?"
He swung you around once more before finally setting you down, "Ah, you know. Proposing to Jade like that? Real brave of you."
Huh? Proposing?
But in a true Floyd fashion, he just ginned and waved goodbye as he scurried off, leaving you with many questions. The only way you'd probably get answers is to ask the man himself. So, you quickly made your way to the Mostro Lounge.
There, Jade was setting up some tables, as composed and collected as ever. Seeing you, he straightened up with that same sharp-toothed smile as earlier, and welcomed you, "Good, you're here dear. We have a small dinner to celebrate our engagement before we can begin making preparations."
Stunned by the wildness of it all, you tried to nervously correct him, "Jade, I feel like there might've been a slight misunderstanding-"
"Nonsense," He began, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around you, "It's common knowledge that gifting a special rock is a marriage proposal among merfolk. You're mine now, dear."
Azul:
Azul and you are really close. There was no denying it when you spent so much time at the Mostro Lounge VIP room just hanging out with him. So you thought you’d do something nice for him and get him a little gift.
Then there was this perfect rock you found. It was smooth and round with specks of blue and purple, perfect for Azul.
You didn’t expect him to act so…odd when you have it to him. You held it out in your hand towards him, and he just stared at you in shock. His face turned about as red as Riddle’s hair, and you could tell he was struggling to speak. If Jade and Floyd were here, they’d no doubt tease him for the look on his face.
After a few moments of stunned silence (you figured it was best to just be patient and wait for him to collect himself), he took the rock with slightly shaky hands. He held the rock close to him, over his heart, and took a deep breath. Then, he cleared his throat, and tried his best to answer, “I…wasn’t aware you felt so strongly, but it’s clear now. Don’t you worry, I can handle this. I’m…delighted to receive this.”
Not thinking much of his words, you simply smiled at him. It wasn’t uncommon for Azul to get a bit flustered by small gestures. He wasn’t treated well as a child, so you know little shows of appreciation mean a lot to him.
He scurried off with the rock to his office moments later, and there was silence for a moment before you heard him sputtering on the other side of the door. He probably would be embarrassed if you listened in though, and you wanted to spare him (this time).
The day went on as usual for a while. Classes went by, you spoke to some other friends, and went to visit the Mostro Lounge again later.
But the Lounge was…busier than normal. Students who worked there were scrambling about trying to serve customers and clean and adjust the smallest of details on things. Several of them looked super stressed, and some looked like they were about to pass out. Jade and Floyd, were the only calm ones who stood off to the side, watching them all with amused smiles.
You went up to them to ask what was happening, but Floyd spoke before you could, “Can ya let Azul flounder a bit longer? This is fun to watch.”
Azul was floundering? But he’s usually so calm and collected when he’s working. He couldn’t still be flustered from your gift earlier, right?
“What’s going on with Azul?”
Jade chuckled and was the one to answer you, “You sent him on quite the spiral. He’s got everyone working overtime to make sure everything is perfect for you.”
Now more confused, you had to ask, “Me? What did I do?”
At that, the duo only laughed more, clearly knowing something you don’t, but refusing to elaborate at you and everyone else’s expense. There was only one way you were going to get an answer; from Azul himself.
Marching past the two, you made your way to Azul’s office, barely knocking before going in.
And boy was he startled. The second you entered the room he sat up straighter and his cheeks turned pink, but he quickly tried to hide it behind his hand and muttered, “Ah, you’re here. My apologies, I’m still working on the contract right now.”
Walking up to his desk in complete confusion, you asked, “What contract? What’s going on?”
There was a moment of silence throughout the room. His gloved hands fidgeted with the pen and papers on his desk in front of him, trying to figure out the right words to say.
Then, he slid the paper over to you for you to read. Well, you only read the top before sitting stunned.
‘Contract of Marriage’
Huh???
Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. So, he filled the silence, “I…was quite surprised by your gesture earlier, but I accept. If you’ll have me, I’d love for you to sign this. It’s quite possibly the best contract I’ve ever written.”
🎵 Baby (whoo-hoo), where the hell is my husband? What is taking him so long (whoo-hoo) to find me? Oh, baby, where the hell is my lover?
Idia Shroud
It all started when Ace (blessed with the mouth of a thousand mistakes) decided to read your “Husband Potential Ranking” out loud in the cafeteria. You didn’t even get to snatch your notebook away before the words escaped into the air like a curse you couldn’t recall:
“Yo, you actually said Housewarden Shroud got husband potential?” and that one line — that cursed combination of syllables — spread faster than a data breach.
By the time it reached Ignihyde, Idia was in his room, mid-raid, when Ortho floated in with the look of someone about to destroy a man’s will to live.
“Brother!!!” he said cheerfully, “Congratulations! You’ve been declared potential husband material.”
The silence that followed could’ve powered a small apocalypse. Idia’s flame flickered pink; his avatar stood motionless on-screen; and somewhere in the depths of his mind, a tiny version of himself screamed into a pillow made of anxiety.
“HUH?? Husband potential?? WHO PATCHED THAT INTO THE TIMELINE?? Roll it back, rollback the server!!”
Attempts to unplug his entire dorm room like it’s infected with romance malware.
“No way. Nope. She’s trolling. It’s social commentary. Experimental satire. She doesn’t actually mean it.”
Ortho: “She sounded genuine, brother.”
“GENUINE?? AS IN—emotional intimacy genuine??”
Runs mental diagnostics: high heart rate, low composure, 404 chill not found.
Paces so much, the auto-doors open repeatedly like applause.
“This is illegal character development. I’m supposed to be the background NPC, not the husband route!!”
Later that night, at 3 a.m. : he whispers to his reflection: “…Husband potential, huh…? Like, theoretically, if she—NOPE. Abort mission. Shutting down.”
Ortho: “Brother, your flame turned pink again.”
“That’s the GPU overheating from emotional latency!!”
Jade Leech
The universe could’ve let you rest. It could’ve buried your words in the deep sea, where all embarrassing things go. But no — fate decided that Azul Ashengrotto would be the first to know.
He was sipping his espresso when someone (definitely Floyd) slid over your little note, dramatic as a soap opera reveal. “If I ever had to pick a husband, Jade’s got potential. He looks as if he’d remember anniversaries and feed you poisoned tea with love.”
Azul choked so hard the Lounge staff thought he’d seen their profit reports. When Jade walked in, Azul was halfway through planning a marketing campaign titled “Engagement Packages: Romantic Dinners by the Coral Sea.”
“My, my. That’s quite the compliment. I didn’t realize my domestic appeal was… under such scrutiny.”
Azul: “Scrutiny? Jade, she called you husband potential! That’s a lifelong investment! Hmm. A profitable one, I’d say.”
Smiles, calmly setting down his tray. “Should I… thank her personally? Or would that be too forward?”
Floyd: “JADEEEEE, YOU SHOULD PROPOSE AT THE LOUNGE!! I’LL RECORD IT!!”
Azul: “NO PUBLICITY STUNTS IN MY ESTABLISHMENT!!”
“I see, so this flusters you too, Azul?”
Azul: “I’m not flustered! I’m entrepreneurially concerned!”
Later that night, he's journaling: “Subject: Human. Name: (y/n). Potentially will appear flustered when confronted about ‘husband potential.’ Must observe further. Possibly reciprocates.”
“How delightful.”
Jamil Viper
It all began in the worst way possible: Kalim’s voice echoing through the entire dormitory like a divine announcement from the heavens you did not ask for.
“JAMILL!! GUESS WHAT! YOU ARE SOMEONE'S POTENTIAL HUSBAND!!”
Somewhere in the kitchen, a ladle dropped with silence. The kind of silence that makes you reconsider your place in the universe.
Jamil turned slowly, like a man facing his executioner, and uttered the most dangerous words: “…Who said that.”
“I have YOU, Kalim to take care of, three meals a day, twelve spontaneous parties a week, and fifty near-death experiences annually — I don’t have time to be anyone’s husband.”
Kalim: “But you’d be so good at it!”
“That’s exactly the problem!”
mutters to himself while picking up the ladle: “Who even said that? Who decided I have—”
Kalim: “Oh! It was [y/n]!”
Fight or Flight? NO! The world stops spinning. Eye twitch. Flame of repressed emotion ignites.
“…Her?” pause “No. Nope. I don’t— No. I have things to do. Important things. Like… rice.”
Kalim: “You’re blushing!”
“I’M BOILING WATER, KALIM.”
proceeds to over-season the soup out of sheer emotional confusion.
“No, thanks, I’m busy. I have work, responsibilities, a dorm to manage— who said it again? Her? Yeah, her? …She’s out of her mind.”
five minutes later, chopping vegetables like his life depends on it.
“Husband potential… tch. Ridiculous.” “…Still. She’s got good taste.”
immediately looks horrified he said that out loud.
“I need a holiday. Away from you all and feelings.”
Leona Kingscholar
Between Ruggie’s laughter and the rustle of dry grass, your words escaped into the wild: “Leona’s got husband potential. He respects women!”
A harmless statement.
Until Ruggie, the menace of the century, decided to inform the lion himself — while he was mid-nap, tail lazily swishing, the picture of divine annoyance wrapped in sunlight.
one eye opens slowly, sleepy and unimpressed. “…Husband potential, huh? You people really running out of options.”
Ruggie: “She said it’s because you respect women!”
“That’s the reason? That’s the whole thing? Has the bar fallen through the floor? Tartarus even?”
You, possibly defensive but flustered: “You do respect women! That’s attractive!”
“Attractive? Herbivore, I’m just not rude. That’s called basic manners.”
He sighs, but there’s that tiny twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “You lot act like I handed you the moon just ‘cause I didn’t talk over you.”
smirks “Though… can’t say I hate the compliment.”
Ruggie: “So you admit that you're a husband material!”
“Tch. Don’t push it. I’m not gonna start cooking or doing couple selfies.”
leans back again, eyes half-lidded, smirk sharpening. “Still, you’ve got taste. I’ll give you that.”
You: “So you agree?”
“I agree you’re delusional, but I’ll allow it.”
aaannd with that, he goes right back to sleep. Tail flicks once — traitorously — like a punctuation mark of smug acceptance.
What are the bois' reactions to you abruptly (and jokingly) demanding them to impregnate you?
Contents & Warnings: suggestive, very embarrassed boyfriends <3, crack taken seriously, feminine term in Jamil's
»TWST x AFAB!reader
first years
SECOND YEARS
third years
𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬
Everything had been perfect and peaceful. Riddle was calmly sitting at a table in the tea garden, sipping at a cup of, well, tea with a textbook open and a study guide prepared.
It had been perfect.
And then you rush into the fray like a frantic hurricane, slamming your hands down on the table and rattling the fragile tea set.
"Riddle!" You exclaim, and he flinches at your volume.
Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Is it Ace and Deuce? Did he somehow miss something on his schedule? Is it the Headmage?!
"Impregnate me!"
Riddle stares at you in utter shock.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"What?" It's slowly processing, his face reddening — but not in anger. No, the opposite. "M-my rose, we can't! We're in the midst of our education! I don't have a job yet, I can't support you or the child, I'm not ready to be a father—"
"Riddle!" You laugh. "I'm joking! Relax." He pauses as you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I just wanted to see what you'd do~"
"Y/n!" He scolds after recovering. He shoves his chair back as he stands up. "Don't scare me like that!" But before he can launch himself into a full blown lecture, you hug him against you. His face presses to your soft chest, and he blinks rapidly in another shock to his system.
You murmur, "We can think about that after we graduate."
"…Y-yeah. Yes. Indeed."
𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢
Ruggie had just wrapped up his current errands for Leona. Finally, he had time to himself. He lazes about the courtyard, definitely not eating an off-limits apple from one of the trees. Not that Crowley would know if he did, anyway.
His fuzzy ears perk at soft footfalls on grass. The breeze wafts your scent toward his nose, and he reclines against the bark behind him again. You won't tattle on him. His sharp teeth break off another chunk of fruit as you flop down beside him.
"Hey Ruggie~"
Uh-oh. He knows that tone.
You turn his face toward you with a hand on his cheek. His chewing slows.
"Impregnate me."
Ruggie promptly chokes.
"Wha— Are you crazy?! I ain't got enough money for a kid! We have, like, three madols between us! How would we feed 'em?!"
You may have just put the fear of the Great Seven in him, actually.
"Ruggie, Ruggie, I'm kidding." You hold him by the shoulders. "It's a joke. Nobody's starving."
He pouts. "Never said anybody was. 'Cept me. You owe me a free meal after scarin' me like that."
You snicker. "Alright, alright, and it'll be your choice."
"As it should be— Hey, don't give me a noogie!!"
𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨
Azul should've known something was suspicious from how quiet everything was. Nothing is ever quiet for no reason, especially if the twins have a hand in it. He slowly sets aside the paperwork in his hands and prepares to leave the VIP room. He should check the front for any disturbances.
And then the door slams open with the force of an oncoming freight train.
Azul will never admit to that unflattering yelp.
There you stand in all your winded glory, stumbling into the room looking a wreck. Ever the overthinker, he immediately assumes something has gone awry. Naturally, he's alarmed. Before he can demand details, however, you beat him to the punch.
"Impregnate me!"
Azul's body locks up as he gawks at you. His glasses slip. There's no way you'd say that!
Then again…
"This had better be one of your childish pranks," he warns as he straightens up and smooths out his clothes. "Otherwise—" he pushes his glasses up, "—we'll be having a conversation about impulsivity. We are still in schooling—" he places his hands on his hips, "—and we don't have a proper home for a child, let alone—"
"Okay, okay, I get it!" You cover his mouth with both hands. "It's a joke, honey, I'm kidding! Please no lectures!"
"Fine. But please, for my health, no more scares like that."
𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡
Jade had just finished sorting his foraged finds between cooking ingredients, potionology ingredients, terrarium samples, and mystery ingredients. The final category will certainly be fun.
He doesn't look up as you tiptoe inside in an attempt to sneak up on him. One step from your left foot had been too loud.
"Yes, dear pearl?"
You squeak a bit, having thought you were silent as the night. Cover blown, you opt for a more direct approach. You straighten up and march right over to him. Jade would've turned to you on his own, but it's by your hands he's directed. Rather firmly, actually.
"Impregnate me."
Jade tries not to let his surprise show, but the minute widening of his eyes, slight raise in his brow, and slow parting of his lips speaks volumes. He tilts his head, the black streak in his hair falling with the motion.
"Interesting. I never expected you to be this forward. Perhaps I underestimated you. Would you like to start now? At least allow me to clean up—"
"NO! No no no no no!" You wildly wave your hands around in protest. "It's a— I was kidding! I'm joking! I'm not— I don't actually—!"
Backfired.
You should've known Jade wouldn't play along. And the way he's grinning and chuckling behind his gloved hand? He knew from the moment you walked in that you were trying to pull a fast one. Because of course he did.
"I suppose that will teach you to be more careful of what you say, hmm?"
"You're a bastard."
"Afraid not. My parents are married."
𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡
Floyd was skipping out on basketball practice. He just wasn't feeling it, not with Jamil's annoying nagging and Ace's incessant whining. (At least, that's how Floyd saw it.) So he was kicking rocks near the fountain, hands folded together behind his head. He'd find something to do; he always does, even if it involves a little mayhem. Especially if it involves a little mayhem.
"Floooyd!"
Now that perks him right up.
Floyd spins around, a huge, toothy grin already on his face. "Shrimpyyyy~! There ya are!"
You launch yourself right into his awaiting arms. He catches you with ease and swings you around with unrivaled joy. Then, as he nuzzles you, smooshing your cheeks together in the process, "Whatcha doin', anyway~?
You pull back a bit and make intense eye contact with him.
"Impregnate me."
Floyd stares for a few seconds, expression blank.
And then an even bigger grin.
"Y'wanna have some li'l fry with me? Or elvers, maybe~? Oh, oh, what if we had twins? Or a whole clutch! Mama would love that~!
You need to stop him now.
"I WAS KIDDING! I'm joking, Floyd, I'm joking! Don't get so carried away!"
"Aww, really? That sucks~" But he nuzzles you again. "Ya got a weird sense'a humor, Shrimpy. But tha's okay cuz I like it~" He gives you a big kiss on the cheek, and you whine in protest.
"You were way too excited about it!"
"Why wouldn't I be? I wanna have a big family with my Shrimpy~!"
"FLOYD!!"
𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦
Kalim was leaving Pop Music Club with his typical peppy attitude when you nearly crashed into him. Kalim, being Kalim, doesn't see a problem with that and pulls you right into a bear hug.
"Y/n! Hi! I missed you, y'know!"
"You saw me an hour ago," you point out.
"And? I'm allowed to miss you!" Okay, that's adorable. His smile is infectious, and you grin right back. "So what's up? What's got ya running so fast?"
You place your hands on his cheeks, ensuring you have his entire focus on you. "Impregnate me."
Kalim stares at you for a few moments, large eyes even wider than usual. And then—
"Really? Then we gotta start planning! We could have a big family! What kinda rooms should we put together?"
"I was joking—"
"We should ask Jamil for help putting together—"
"Kalim, I was kidding!"
"—and gender reveal parties—"
"KALIM!!"
"Huh? What?" He blinks at you.
"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I was kinda just pranking you."
Kalim tilts his head for a second before straightening back up. "Ohh, I get it! You wanted to see— Ohh. Okay. But, I mean, I still wanna have a real big family with you."
"Oh!" You shouldn't blush like that.
"I'll take good care of you guys, promise! You'll have everything you need, and Jamil can help, too!"
Oh, that traitorous smile of yours. You can't resist him.
"I know, Sunshine. I know."
𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫
Jamil sank into a cushioned seat the second he had a break. Overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated. That's the way of things, isn't it?
Someone plops down beside him, and he glances up to see you. That's fine, then. He finally lets out the exasperated groan he'd been holding in for the past three and a half hours.
"Tough day?"
"Always," he sighs as he starts to lean on you. The feeling that gives you is similar to when a cat or dog picks you out of a room full of people. You almost feel bad about what you're about to do. But no, you psyched yourself up for this, and you're not going to chicken out.
"Hey, Jamil?"
Immediately, his stormy eyes are narrowed in suspicion. You only ever start a conversation like this when you're about to do something stupid. "…Yes, habibti?"
"Impregnate me."
Jamil goes silent. You have to be joking. You know his situation. He couldn't! Not to mention, you yourself lack stability. What sort of life would your child be born into?!
"No." A flat out rejection. "We're in too precarious of situations to have children. Be realistic."
"I was just kidding. Damn."
He sits up a bit more. "I suspected as much. Even if you weren't, however… It isn't that I don't want to. We just can't right now."
Unfortunately, your face heats up. That was very forward and honest of him. And, to think…
"Now, no more shenanigans. Please?"
You awkwardly chuckle. "No more. Promise."
"Thank you. Now, would it be alright if I…rested here?" He wants to sleep against you.
"Aww. Of course." You pull him closer and let him lay his head on your chest. "Sleep tight, 'kay?"
Jamil only hums in response as he closes his eyes.
𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞
Silver rests in his room after another bout of training with Sebek. His ears are still ringing a bit, and he has a few sore spots, but other than that, he's relatively fine. He sits at his desk with his homework, wanting to chip away at it before he inevitably dozes off again.
His door creaks open.
"…Silver?"
He looks up from the papers and sets his pen down. "Is something wrong?"
"Does something have to be wrong for me to visit my boyfriend?" You tease.
"No, I meant…"
"I'm kidding," you say, huffing out a short laugh. Silver's eyelids droop a bit when you lean down to hug him from behind. He almost slumps onto his desk. "Sooo, Silver?"
That's a dangerous tone. So dangerous, in fact, it wakes him up a bit. "…Yes?"
"Impregnate me."
Now that jolts him awake.
So much so, in fact, that he almost bonks his head against you.
"I— Y/n, we can't. We still live in school dormitories. And I feel I should ask Malleus for his blessing. Father would be pleased, but… Isn't it too early?" His auroral eyes peer up at you with sparkling concern, ever the dreamy prince.
Adorable.
"Kidding again, Silver~"
"…Oh. I see.." Silver's cheeks glow with a healthy rosiness, and you can't help but give one a bit of a playful pinch. "You do love your jokes. I like that about you."
Even when flustered, he still manages to display his devotion. He really is straight out of a fairy tale.
"Aw, Silver. Thank you, baby. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Just before his eyes fully close, you help him into his bed. At least this way, he shouldn't have any back issues upon waking. You press a kiss to his forehead, and he makes a soft noise of contentment. If he has to sleep like this, let him at least be tucked in by his beloved.
How did I manage to make Silver's the longest?? I've basically never even written for him before!
No proofreading, lol. You can tell who I've never really written for. 💀 I hope no one was too shallow or OOC.
