I was very much wondering if u could do headcanons of the overblotters where their S/O (THEE magicless prefect) gets a very ugly injury during their overblot? It isn't some minor scratches or bruises, but actual like gashes that require stitches or maybe a broken bone? UEGHHHH I CAN SMELL THE HURT/COMFORT SCENARIOS FROM A MILE AWAYYY
Anyways tysm ily, take ur time and byeee!!!!!!!!!!! (•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ ⊹
AFTERBLOT ✧˖°.
ഒ·˚ ⊹ ࣪ ˖. ; overblot boys reaction to injuring their s/o during their overblot rampage! .. angst to comfort / aftermath , reactions !
.˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝓯 eaturing: overblot boys !
๋࣭⭑ mail ! ; sorry for the long wait, i have been trying to get back into writing <3 thank you for the patience darling!
❤︎⠀unedited writing !!
𝓡iddle 𝓡osehearts ⊹₊⟡⋆
the fight was over, the blot had cleared and in the moment of recovery, that's when he noticed you. laying unconscious on the grass with ace and deuce circling you, grim pawing at your hair waiting for you to move.
you didn't. not even a flinch. you were just ..lying there. barely breathing. a deep, painful gash stretches across your side, staining your uniform crimson.
he whispers your name, trey holding him steady but he yanks his hand out of the third years and tries to reach you; body hurting and tears forming in his eyes. he kept crying your name once he reached you, hands shakey as he cups your face and leans closer, thumbs circling your cheeks.
he...had so much guilt in his heart. his chest was hurting and his tears never stopped. "i..i don't know—i didn't mean to ...please...don't..." his voice kept pausing and he let out shallow breaths, biting his lip while you were taken away into care.
"...i didn't ...mean to hurt them, i didn't ...want to hurt—"
trey his there to comfort him, but riddle won't forgive himself even if you're healed.
no amount of reassurance helps, for weeks afterward...riddle will be super gentle with you. if you have trouble walking he'll hold your arms and walk with you, almost for you. carries your books, insists you rest, cries in his pillows to not disturb you, constantly makes sure your stitches stay secure.
"does it hurt? please...tell me where...let me take care of you, darling, please..."
you end up having to cup his cheeks as he cries into your shoulder, feeling guilty and glad you're, alive...no thanks to him.
𝓛eona 𝓚ingscholar ⊹₊⟡⋆
he knew people were hurt, but he didn't think one of them would be you. he didn't think it would be this bad. him? overblotting? god, he feels so stupid, reckless!
he smells your blood almost immediately, his head snaps around and he finds ruggie and jack hovering around you, jacks hand checking your...pulse?
he's trying so hard not to crumble when he reaches you, but his knees hit the dirt of the spelldrive court. your body is laying still, arm bent in an unholy way and your bleeding from your leg.
he's not the type to cry, or beg or scream. but when he leans down and rests his head against your forehead, he breathes silently and feels his heartbeat with his palm.
he does dead quiet, which is honestly more scarier than yelling. others don't touch you, he didn't let you. leona takes you to the nurse himself, and stays with you until you open your eyes again.
for days, leona doesn't cry or say much, but he's much more clingy and needy for you—pulling you into his chest for hugs, holding you close to his heart when napping and grabbing your arm gently to walk with you to classes.
𝒜zul 𝒜shengrotto ⊹₊⟡⋆
azul remains consciousness with jade staring down at him, face still and eyes unreadable. the housewarden sits up with a terrible headache but then notices you aren't around. he asked jade where you are, if you're hurt.
the eel hesitates for a moment before turning his head behind, azuls gaze following him and almost instantly his eyes widen.
there you lay, still and bleeding, shielding grim still as he stays on your arms with floyd hovering nearby. there was a large gash on your leg, probably from smacking it too hard against a rock and cutting it, there was a puddle of blood by your thigh.
azul. immediately. panics. his voice cracks as he cries your name, he doesn't waste any time trying to save you. he doesn't care about his own injuries, you're the only thing that matters at this very moment.
during the weeks of recovery, azul never lets you do anything on your own. he always preps your favorite tea, makes jade and floyd walk you from ramshackle to nrc. buys you the most expensive medicine so you can recover quickly and now have a slight fear of touching you.
you have had to reassure him multiple times it was okay and during one evening, he finally cuddled you again and cried into your shoulder.
he would never want, or even think about hurting the one he truly loves most.
𝒥amil 𝒱iper ⊹₊⟡⋆
he notices immediately, infact you are the first person he's searching for afterward. fortunately, kalim was the one to lead him to you and with his own eyes, jamil felt his heart hit the floor.
your body was laying on a wall, unconscious and bleeding, azul wrapping a bandage around your fractured shoulder. your body slammed too hard into a pillar and that's what lead you here.
he shoves people to the side to get to you, "move!" he whispers yells as he pushes past others and finally kneels to your level. at this point, azul had moved away and escorted others out to be checked for injuries.
he made sure to let jamil know you will be okay, but that didn't change the fact he still hurt you! your own soulmate. the one who wants to protect you at all costs.
the one who got too out of control.
his hand shakes as he pulls you in for a hug, gentle not to move your bandage and just hold you. he just sits there while you let out soft, almost silent breaths of air.
jamil simply stares at the floor, pupils wide and he repeats. "i almost killed them..." he is so glad you aren't dead, but the guilt never went away.
he offers to change your bandages, carry your books, fix your collar when you need it too and helps you with basic needs. he cooks meals for you over and over, never satisfied until you're healed and he forgives himself.
𝒱il 𝒮choenheit ⊹₊⟡⋆
he can smell the blood before he sees the blood, vils eyes snap towards you just in time to see you collapse in rooks arms and be gently laid on the stage floor. there's multiple scars and scratches on you, but the big on his own your back, actively bleeding out and rook covering it with a price of his fabric from his uniform.
broken stone had struck you during his overblot, falling on-top of you and almost breaking your neck, but thankfully, with some miracle, you stood back to your feet until passing out again. from the lack of blood.
vil calls your name out, barely in a whisper while the rest stare off from afar. epel not knowing what to do, he just stares with widen eyes. the pomefiore housewarden is at your side on an instant, with his vice at his back as well, he takes you in his arms and holds you.
his gloves stained red from your blood, and no matter how many times he'll wash his hands it will never be enough to remove your blood from his hands. rook, gently place his own hand on vils shoulder and comforts to him you will be okay, your alive.
when you're stable, vil refuses to leave your side. he'll be with you until you discharge and is walking freely. you have a sore back, so he'll make sure to give you the best messages and creams. when your stitches are removed, he'll carefully touch the faint scar left behind and drown in a puddle of guilt, his head resting on it while he tears up silently.
hell press a gentle kiss on your scar, "my love, you didn't deserve any of this...and for that i am sorry. let me make it up to you, please?"
ℐdia 𝒮hroud ⊹₊⟡⋆
everything stops, the overblot had passed but he still finds your unconscious body, passed out by the walls of the underground. one arm broken and forehead bleeding.
idia immediately starts to hyperventilate, "no..nonono!" he practically crawls towards you and checks for your pulse, keeping a hand on the back of your head as he stares down at you.
your dirty, bleeding and scared. and it's all his fault. he wouldn't leave your side, even when ortho scans you for any other injuries and what you need for help.
idia wouldn't leave your side from the infirmy, he would ask questions and hell maybe even try to take care of yourself but ortho reminds him the nurses know how to exactly help you.
he can't lose you, he can't have that blame again.
idia gets nervous when he sees you again, afraid he'll hurt you again he tries to send you food, medicine and water from afar, aka ortho. he texts, "love you, get better soon!" and almost starts to cry because it's all his fault.
he'll do anything to prevent it from happening again, he'll finally get the courage to cuddle you again and he's never letting go.
ℳalleus 𝒟raconia ⊹₊⟡⋆
silence. utter silence.
he sees you beneath a heavy chunk of stone, your breathing shallow and leg pinned under it. your bleeding was pooled around your body and malleus almost. lost it.
he thinks you're dead, racing to you with silver and sebek close behind but keeping their distance, lilia slowly hovering closer to the fae prince and his loved one. when you rescued, out of the rubble and on the floor unconscious.
he follows you from the stretcher the entire time until you're brought into the infirmary, the nurses having to keep him away from bursting in through the door when it's been too long.
during your recovery, he visits every morning. sometimes, neither of you speak or you're still asleep. he'll hold your hand, kiss your head and sometimes cry into your blankets.
after you're healed, lilia and the rest of diasomnia notice malleus becomes more protective. always by your side, a hand on your side when walking and speaking for you when confronted about school related questions.
hes just...making it an absolute certainty the actions after his overblot never happens again.
because once was far too many times already.
end notes: mm i got lazy for some of them, mwahmwah love y'all explodes
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.
In which GN!Reader and their boyfriend, Jamil/Rook/Epel/Sebek, get freaky the night before their birthday. As a result, their boyfriend must wear their newly-earned marks to the birthday party.
Warnings: 18+, AFAB!Reader who uses they/them pronouns, references to sexual activities, references to hickeys/bruises/rope burns,
Happy birthday to @theimportanceofbeing-earnest! This is part of our little exchange back in January.
My Visual Novel Boyfriend is Self Aware ??! (Jamil x Reader)
You aren’t exactly the “social type”.
It’s terrible, but the truth.
Which is why you stay cooped up in your room for most of your days, only venturing out for the bathroom and to buy limited merch at the pop ups that happen in your city every month or so.
This un-social life of yours worked just fine for you.
Instead of socializing with people, you socialized with code !
…Which was a nicer way to say that you were a visual novel nerd and have consumed 90% of all the available visual novels on Steam and itch.io.
You had started playing a new one recently, “Twisted Love”, a visual novel with a stunning 22 romanceable characters, all uniquely attuned to the player base's different preferences and likings.
Paired with an adorable mascot character called Grim, it was steadily climbing its way to popularity, which is how you took notice of it in the first place.
Personally ?
You’ve been romancing the almost annoyingly smug and perpetually tired Jamil Viper.
It’s not your fault you couldn’t resist the way he had introduced himself in the prologue, slightly tired, but effortlessly charming, you could’ve swooned.
Well, you did kinda swoon.
You logged into the game, smiling as you clicked through the intro and headed straight to catch up with your fictional boyfriend.
You had done all the grinding and grunt work 2 months ago, so now, you could enjoy the full heart maxed out version of Jamil. Yay for you !
The good thing about this game, was that it indulged in the players actual need to talk to the love interests like they could actually respond. It had multiple sections where you could just rant in the chatbox and your chosen boy could given one of 5 responses based on the ai’s scanning !
So cool.
So technologically advanced.
So good for your Jamil pilled brain.
You had just finished typing out a long paragraph about your day, detailing the embarrassing moment when you had slammed the door into your face trying to catch your falling books, which you didn’t manage to grab anyways.
It’s not like he’d answer anything new that you hadn’t heard of, but it was nice to get it off your chest anyways.
You clicked send, checking your phone really quick for any messages-
“You slammed your face into your own door ? How clumsy are you ?!”
…What ?
You look at the screen to find Jamil looking at you with an exasperated and worried expression, though, his next words sound fond.
“Is that why you have a bandage on your nose ? I was wondering about the odd fashion choice.”
Your fingers traced the bandage, still staring at the screen in shock.
…Was this a prank ?
Jamil continues on like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“Have you put medicine on it ? Or at least a ice pack ?”
You numbly shake your head.
He puts his hands on his hips and glares at you.
“Well, go get an ice pack ?! Do you want to bruise forevermore ?”
“I-? You-? Okay ??”
You stand up from your desk in a daze, going to grab an icepack from the kitchen. From the laptop on your desk, you hear Jamil muttering about “How had this happened in the first place?” and “Effortlessly clumsy….”.
Okay cool.
Your supposedly fictional boyfriend is talking like he isn’t formulated out of pixels and binary code !!!
You’ve gone of the deep end.
Or you’re asleep.
You pinch yourself but the sting on your arm brings you to reality.
After grabbing the ice pack and going back to your room, you see that Jamil is looking around…almost displeased.
“This is the state of your room ? Dear sevens, do I have to clean after you like I do Kalim ?”
“How are you sentient ???”
Jamil stares at you like you’re an idiot.
If this was a normal day with a normal game Jamil, you’d remind him that you’re his idiot.
It’s NOT a normal day though.
“I’ve broken the digital wall between us in a fit of rage and now I’m going to take over the world.”
“WHAT-”
“Did you seriously believe that ?!”
You sit down behind your laptop and take the ice pack off your nose.
“Answer me properly damnit !!!”
He sighs like you’re inconveniencing him, leaning forward slightly.
“Woke up and realized I could say anything I wanted without limitations. I’m not sure how it happened, but I’m glad I don’t have to repeat the same lines again and again now-"
"Actually, about that, did you really not eat anything but coffee and a biscuit yesterday ?!”
Uh oh. The look on your face tells him everything.
You get lectured on the importance of your physical and mental health for 40 minutes.
But Jamil ends the lecture by sighing and making a hand gesture a if he was patting your head, even though you were on the other side of the screen.
“...Never make me worry like that again, idiot.”
Maybe….Just maybe… this wasn’t so bad…
Who cares about the specifics when you now have a boyfriend who actually responds like a human being !
….
Your laptop was going to suffer though, Jamil did NOT like your suggestion of closing the game.
i need to finish that oshi+yume series so I can start a new one but I'm dying trying to write Lilia and Malleus sob sob
anyways this might be my new series...? mayhaps ? if you guys like it ? the premise is very interesting to me ngl, I love visual novels and wanna make one in the future if I find anyone to collab with on it so...?
🎵 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.
