#twst second years

𝘾rushes for you was inevitable. You loved too easily for a world that weaponizes it like a tool, you understood this from a very young age. Love is meant to be hidden from the pressing eye and be left in private, so you hide it, and you hide it well— there is a reason why people don't know your past crushes despite loving people so easily. It's hidden in quietness and short responses, things that usually indicate a lack of fondness, so it's a perfect defense mechanism in hiding your love.

However how do you get this sickly and helpless feelings out of your system if not to express them?

Your art is usually where you express your love: from your drawings, writings, and music, you act like an artist with a muse. You squeel and giggle whenever you draw their features on a canvas, whenever you write about your feelings on a piece of paper, when you play your music with them in mind. You can't help it. Because when you are punished for showing your love, you hide it in art.

Every piece is dedicated to them, every premise is made with them in mind, every thing is plagued by thoughts of them, and you can't stop.

You truly are a sucker for love.

So when you are transported in twisted wonderland. The world where survival of the fittest is the staple in it's society. You crawl back to your little shell and live in it like a hermit crab— because in a sense, you are one. A hermit crab that hates it when people get close to you.

Admittedly, this made you very unfriendly and unapproachable on the outside. Despite being popular for being a person in another world that managed to beat seven powerful overblots, you were still a quiet and meek person that glares at anyone except for Grim. Although they could see little cracks in the surface, like: when you keep Grim a little too close, when you give headpats to Ortho, and when you affectionately punch Ace and Epel. They'd just think that it's in your nature— and because Grim is kinda like your adopted son in a sense so it makes sense for both of you to be inseparable. They think that your love language is being discrete with your actions, they think that your love language is as subtle as you, they think that you aren't capable of getting cuteness aggressions and little bursts of affections.

Oh how utterly and completely wrong they are.

You were finally home from a draining day and you cannot wait to smother Grim with all your love and affections.

No literally.

The moment that you and Grim went inside the comfort of your bed, you grabbed Grim from the scruff of his neck and leaped to the bed while hugging Grim with little giggles escaping your mouth. He yelped and tried to protest and wriggle out of your cuteness aggression, but alas, he was too tired to do so, so he just gave up and melted into your touch.

"You don't know how much I wanted to do this with you while you ate!!" You squeeled while squeezing his chubby cheeks with your hands.

"OI HENCHHUMAN! STOP DOING THAT" he yelled while gritting his teeth.

You giggled "you're so cute!!!" You coo'ed

"I AM NOT CUTE. I AM THE MOST POWERFUL MAGE IN EXISTENCE-"

That's Grim's average day with his henchhuman. It's chaotic, it's affectionate, and it makes his cheeks numb from all the pinches you give. But he wouldn't trade this for the world— now, he would rather get collared by Riddle than admit that to your face, but it's true. You were the only one that truly gave him unconditional and comforting love that he didn't have to fight for. That's literally revolutionary! And he's nothing but a selfish and glutinous beast so he soaks it in like a sponge, he melts into it despite his protests, and he expects it despite saying that he doesn't need cuddles to sleep (he does) because you were the only one that he didn't need to fight for in life.

At first he was sceptical with it. You're quiet, you scowl at every boy that looks at you, and you literally punched Ace! So why are you giving him hugs every minute and kissing his cheeks as a goodnight?? This most definitely means that you are expecting something in return from him...

Right?

"What you mean Grim? I don't need anything in return, I just love you, isn't that enough?"

"W-what!? are ya' stupid?? I know that ya' are from another world and all— but people here don't get all lovey-dovey without somethin' in return!"

You smiled.

That was the first time he's seen you smile since you got here in twisted wonderland. That was the first time you actually smiled with fondness without a little twitch of aggression on your face.

"Don't worry Grim. As long as Im here, you won't have to work for any hugs or goodnight kisses"

He stared at you speachless.

"Okay?"

Then like a dam. Emotions started to pour out of his heart, he felt all of it: the little sting in his eyes like he was about to cry, the silence that spoke a million words, and the lack of words because it got clogged in his throat. So he didn't say anything and just hugged you as he burried his head on your chest.

He tried not to cry, he truly did to seem strong and seem as if your words didn't mean anything to him. But he did.

You smiled and hugged him back.

That was the secret of the two of you.

You were affectionate and filled with love that seems to have no end, you were an artist that was motivated by love, and you were as clingy a golden retriever with seperation anxiety. While Grim was actually soft, he melts into your arms, he leans into you when you two cuddle, and he indulges you whenever you take care of him, like: when you brush his fur and take care of it despite not even taking care of yours. That was the equilibrium, you take care of Grim and say nothing about his soft nature, and he listens to your rants about your crush while keeping quiet about how you reassemble a lover-girl than a quiet tsundere.

You stared at your screen with a lovesick gaze as you kicked your feet back and forth while smiling with the widest grin you can do.

This was your first ever crush in this new world that you found yourself in, this was the first person that you fell for, and this was the first person that you actually felt like you can get through with the day after just seeing him in the school premises.

Your first ever muse in twisted wonderland.

Although usually, you would write letters on a paper and let your words fall from there, but you were nothing but an overthinker— there were millions of possibilities where this could go wrong: Ace and Deuce could find these letters, Grim could accidentally send it to him, or the ghosts could find it and read it to him when he goes in Ramshackle, anything could happen! So the safest route was to write and dump it all in your notes app then lock your phone that only Grim and you know the password of.

Don't ask why Grim also has access to your phone. He's like an iPad kid and demands for your phone to play games in it or install some to the point that you had to delete some because of your full storage. Besides, what's the harm in it? It's not like he goes in your notes app, that's literally impossible! He doesn't give a single fuck about any app except for the games in your phone, so what could go wrong?

Anyways.

Those feelings were actually a lie. Yep, you moved to another person. But this is the one this time! There's possibly no way that this could go wrong— he's admirable, he's handsome and absolutely breathtaking, there's no way that-

That was a lie.

Okay but maybe this one will?? He's kind to you, cares for you and...

Again. Nothing. You moved on.

This was a constant theme for your crushes. Now, you would have lingering feelings and re-ignite your feelings once in a while, but eventually, you would move on to the next person, then the next, then the next, until your notes app is filled with nothing but digital letter confessions.

You were eternally greatful that no one knows about your crushes or your reputation would've tanked to hell.

You burried it all deep into your notes app until you eventually forgot about all your feelings and moved on. You never got those similar feelings again because you knew the truth. They would never like you back...

That's literally an impossible event so why not try at all?

You were magic-less, you were average, and you were nothing striking in this world. You were just a magic-less prefect that happened to defeat seven overblots. You weren't a model, a world famous singer, or even a mage. So why not give up the thoughts of romance while it's still early?

Grim could see this gradual fall of romance in your heart and was confused at first. Love is literally the motivation why you're so talented! You loved Grim so much that you would fight overblots just to keep him safe, you loved that damn crush so much that you would doddle their faces on a scrap paper and rekindle your love for drawing just for that, you literally made a scrapped song for all your crushes for fucks sake! So why...

Why are you suddenly containing all your artwork, music compositions, and all your little knick-knacks inspired by your crushes inside a box and hiding it inside the Ramshackle so deep that even the ghosts couldn't reach it?

He was appalled. You were literally a perfect lover!— even though he didn't know the bases of being in a romantic relationship, he knew that the amount of effort you did to your love for your crushes deserves a applause and recognition— he had never seen any human as smitten as you! So why did you snap and decide it wasn't worth your time anymore?

He asked you about it one time. He got an answer. But he didn't like it, but he got an answer.

"I'm not anything admirable y'know? Unlike them, I'm just a magic-less prefect" you sighed "and I can't do anything about it"

He needed to prove you wrong, he needed you to see that you're so much more lovable than you think you are— just like how you did to him. He couldn't let his henchhuman wallow in self deprecation while he had all the love, he needed you to see that this school literally changed because of you. And that's the most admirable thing he's ever seen in his life.

But how could he? He didn't have any piece of art that was etched with your affections, it was all hidden.

How could he prove to you that your crushes have a possible crush on you when you hid it?

"Hey Grim!"

Your calling snapped him out of his haze as you turned to you— you were doing your usual nightly routine.

"What did ya' need" he mumbled amidst his sleepy state. You smiled and giggled, "sorry Grim, I know you're sleepy right now but can I ask you a favor?" He huffed out a positive response. "Can you get my phone and go to my notes app then copy paste the first note you see?— it's on the very top labeled 'Crowley's shit' you can't miss it" he groaned but ultimately agreed.

He pulled your phone from the night stand and opened it. He scolled until he could find an app you were asking about.

Now... What he did next was completely justified and he would not take it back, no matter how many times you punish him.

This was for your own good! You'd thank him after this trust.

"Did you find it?" You didn't bother to listen for his response as you applied your skin care, too busy to care "great, now can you send it to the person that it's signed too?" You could see him nodding in your periperal vision, "thanks grimmy!! I promise I'll give you extra tuna after this"

Now... You might have to take it back in the morning prefect, after you eventually discover what he actually did.

He found your digital love letters and sent it to them instead of the long text message on the top that clearly said "Crowley said to text this to the boys because he has no time even though we all know that he just doesn't give a fuck"— it wasn't anything serious, just some errands for them to complete.

So how the fuck did he mix it up with your confessions!?

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is practical. Affection is nice, but it's not as good as food or money. He's not used to "soft" gestures that don't have an ulterior motive.

Receiving: He's going to be suspicious. "Shishishi! What's this? Trying to butter me up for something? My neck-kiss-for-a-croquette special is still in effect, y'know." He's joking… mostly. But he is also extremely ticklish. He will squirm, laugh, and probably try to shove you off. "Hey, cut it out!" But he's laughing. It makes him feel like a cub being groomed, and his inner hyena-beastman is… weirdly okay with that. It's cozy.

Giving: He's a nuzzler and a nibbler. He'll do the beastman equivalent, which is just rubbing his cheek and face all over your neck and shoulder, or maybe giving a playful, gentle nibble. He'll also do it when he's exhausted, just burrowing into your neck for warmth like it's his favorite pillow. It's less of a "kiss" and more of a "I'm claiming this warm spot, don't move" gesture.

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto

Azul views everything as a transaction, and his personal space is a fortress. He is also deeply, deeply touch-starved and self-conscious. Your casual, loving gesture is a variable he simply cannot account for, and it destroys his composure.

Receiving: The first time you do it, he will freeze. Ramrod straight. He'll be at his desk, going over ledgers, and you'll lean in to give him a kiss just below his ear. His pen will clatter from his suddenly numb fingers. "M-my dear," he'll stammer, adjusting his glasses, "I… I must insist you provide some warning before… that." He's not angry. He is overwhelmed. His brain is just a loop of static. He is also terrified that Jade or Floyd might have seen his flustered reaction.

Giving: Azul is a man of calculated, deliberate actions. He wouldn't give neck kisses casually. But if he sees you're stressed, or if you're having a quiet moment in his office, he'll pull you in. He will gently brush your hair aside, look at you for a moment, and then press a single, warm, deliberate kiss to your neck. It's his non-verbal way of saying, "You have my full, undivided attention. You are safe here." It's an act of profound, private intimacy for him.

⛰️ Jade Leech

Jade is an enigma. He is polite, unflappable, and views the world with a curious, analytical detachment. Unlike others, your affection won't make him flustered. It will simply make him intrigued.

Receiving: He will not jump. He will not blush. He will be tending to his terrariums, and as you kiss his neck, he will simply… smile. A small, genuine, private smile. He won't even stop his work, but he might murmur, "Oh? And what is this for, my dear? A reward for my hard work?" He'll catalogue this behavior. He finds your casual, "human" displays of affection fascinating and, to his own surprise, quite pleasant. He might lightly cover your hand with his own as a quiet "thank you."

Giving: Jade is an elegant gentleman. When he learns you enjoy this, he will use it with masterful subtlety. He'll lean in to "whisper" something in your ear, but he'll purposefully let his cool lips brush against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. He'll help you with your coat and press a fleeting, hidden kiss to your nape before anyone can see. It's his subtle, elegant way of showing affection while also staking a very clear claim.

🌊 Floyd Leech

Floyd is a creature of pure, unpredictable whim. He is incredibly tactile, but only on his terms. This is a 50/50 roll of the dice every single time.

Receiving: If he's in a good, playful mood (which is often!), he will love it. He'll burst out with a loud laugh, "Aha! Little Shrimpy's feeling bitey today, huh?" and will probably turn around and tackle-hug you, nuzzling into your neck in return. If, however, you catch him in a bad, "squeezy" mood, he will hate it. He'll whine, "Ngh, stop it! Don't touch me there, it's weird!" You just have to be able to read his mood.

Giving: His "kisses" are less "kisses" and more "acts of chaos." He's a cat. He will just… randomly chomp (gently!) or give a big, slobbery, loud kiss to your neck, just to see you jump and laugh. "Gotcha~!" It's a game. But on those rare days when he's sleepy and quiet, he'll be surprisingly soft. He'll just… nuzzle. He'll hide his face in your neck and mumble, "Shrimpy… you're warm…"

☀️ Kalim Al-Asim

This is the least complicated reaction on the menu. You love physical affection? So does he. There is zero conflict here.

Receiving: He will erupt in a bright, happy laugh. "Hahaha! That tickles! Do it again!" He has absolutely no concept of this being "improper" or "too intimate." It's just… a hug! With your face! He will 100% pull you into a bone-crushing hug and return the favor, peppering your face, cheeks, and neck with happy, innocent kisses.

Giving: All the time. Constantly. With no warning and zero shame. He'll hug you from behind while you're trying to talk to Jamil and just rest his chin on your shoulder, giving little pecks to your neck and cheek while he tells you about a new treasure he found. It's as natural as breathing to him. He's a warm, affectionate, human-sized golden retriever.

🐍 Jamil Viper

Jamil's entire life is a performance of dignity, control, and hyper-awareness. He is always on guard. Casual affection is a liability… which is why it's his greatest weakness.

Receiving: Not in public. Ever. If you even try this in the Scarabia lounge, he will physically dodge you and hiss, "What are you doing? Everyone is watching! Have you lost your mind?" He's not angry, he's mortified and his stress levels are through the roof. In private, however… it's a different story. If he's cooking and you come up to hug him, planting a kiss on his neck, he will sigh heavily. "You're going to make me burn this… Stop." But… he will lean his head back into your touch, just for a second. He'll never admit it, but he craves this.

Giving: This gesture is unbelievably rare and precious. He would only do this when he is 100% certain you are completely, totally alone. It's his ultimate "I'm letting my guard down" signal. He'll pull you into his room after a long day of dealing with Kalim, bury his face in your neck, and just… breathe. He'll press a few, soft, tired kisses there. It's not a romantic gesture; it's a "thank you" for being his one, single place of peace.

😴 Silver

Silver is a knight. He is formal, chivalrous, and… often asleep. His reactions will be a strange mix of formal decorum and sleepy confusion.

Receiving: Nine times out of ten, you will give him a sweet kiss on the neck, and he will be so deeply asleep he won't even stir. You'll just get a soft murmur in response. The one time he's awake, he'll be… confused. "Oh. …Thank you?" He'll be very still, very respectful, and then ask, "Is… this a custom from your homeland? It is very… pleasant." He's not flustered, just genuinely trying to learn.

Giving: He would only do this if you explicitly told him, "Silver, I really like it when you do this." He would take it very seriously, like a knight's duty. "I understand. You enjoy this." Then, he'd be incredibly chivalrous. He would kiss your hand, then your cheek, and then, very formally and gently, press a single, reverent kiss to your neck. It feels less like a casual smooch and more like you're being knighted. It's incredibly sweet and just a little bit dramatic.

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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.

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@kimdourden

@teenie-beanie

It was better than any tart he ate. The feeling was so warm inside him.

He wasnt to rough on you if you broke a rule, much more adored it when you rememberd one around him.

He made you study papers and even helped you memorize it whenever he could. Giving you tips at every corner you struggle to take.

Giving him a matching bracelet to yours was a whole new feeling to him.

He felt like wanting to frame it and hang it up but at the same time wanting to wear it all the time.

He wore it everyday, admiring it in class and in bed before going to sleep. It was his motivation for any bad day.

If the bracelet ever broke he would frame it believe me.

Azul Ashengrotto

It was a strange experience for him. He thought being friends with you would remove these feelings.

But they just got louder and even more warm inside him.

He wanted to deny it so bad but he just felt the pull towards you even more.

Whenever you visited mostro lounge he even gave you a free drink.

FROM HIM.

So when you gave him that matching bracelet something in his brain clicked.

He stopped denying his feelings and went full out.

Offering you free food sometimes and inviting you more often over.

He loved the bracelet so much but he stored it away safely in a vault and looks at it everyday in there.

He doesnt want it to break.

Jade Leech

This guy adored your friendship. Teasing you whenever he could with that composed face.

It was a headache but that you didnt mind it made him love you oh so much more.

He was always close to you when he could and made sure you were feeling well beside that he ragebaited you.

His feelings were burning inside him for you. He just wanted to throw this raging flame of love at you.

The matching bracelet you got for him just made these feelings triple the size.

He wore it everyday and only took it off at night or during vargas classes.

Whenever you visited mostro lounge he made your meals always a little bigger than intended on the menu. Your drinks a little more filled than others.

Always looking at the bracelet while working or at school.

(He might or might have not gave floyd the fault for the amount of supplies being used in the mostro lounge)

Floyd Leech

It was all really fun for him. Wherever you went he went. He never felt bored around you no matter what you did.

You could do homework and he would feel delighted to watch you.

This friendship ment a lot to him and he didnt really hide his crush on you.

Just giving hints and never saying something.

Hugging you tight and licking your hand as joke which he found was a real pleasant feeling.

Receiving that bracelet from you was the greatest day of his. He felt good for the rest of the week. Looking at the bracelet whenever he could and when he threw mean customers out he smiled seeing that bracelet at his wrist.

When it broke while throwing a customer out he immedeatly went to you to fix it or make a new one.

He definetly makes sure you come visit him at mostro lounge and uses his employee card for you.

Which you do not know of my dear.

Kalim Al Asim

His heart felt like a forever on continuing parade. With firework and drums in his heart.

He loved being near you and invited you to anything he could.

Sleepovers and study nights were his favorites.

He felt so happy and calm. He just adored the feeling of being with you.

Going out with you and buying you anything you wanted was his favorite thing to do.

So when you got him that bracelet that matches with yours he immedeatly asked around for someone to teach him how to do bracelettes.

He really wanted to give you one to.

He loved you so much so when wearing both of these bracelettes he felt so deeply happy and loved.

Jamil Viper

It was a real privilege being his friend. Even more that he loved you so much.

He made sure you ate enough and took mental notes of what you liked and did not.

Whenever you mentioned being tired or to lazy to do something in class, he took notes for you secretly and complains about your behaviour but he did not mind really.

He loved seeing you work with his notes so when he received that bracelet to match yours.

He was starstruck.

Jamil started to complain lesser and started to also follow your nutrition in your meals making sure you didnt miss a bit.

He only took off the bracelet when he was cooking or sleeping. Yet it was always somewhere near for his eye to directly catch.

Ruggie Bucchi

This was a real deal.

Ruggie sharing his food with you from time to time was already rare to see with others.

You knew it was something special he only does for you and those he calls family or very close to him.

Whenever he was free from Leona, he was with you hanging out, complaining about what Leona made him do at the day.

He loved that you just listened which made his heart really swell up.

So getting that matching bracelet for him was the real deal.

He felt like he got a plate of donuts for his birthday.

He made sure it was very secure on his wrist so it didn't break.

Taking it off for spell drive practice and holding it close in his sleep.

Ruggie loved the bracelet and had it always close no matter what.

Silver Vanrouge

He adored being your friend and always made sure to give you space.

He didnt wanna hang around you too much and seem clingy or annoying.

He thought about you all day and night even in his dreams.

He didnt want to spoil you too much but he just loved carrying your stuff and helping you out wherever needed.

Silver loved you dearly and getting such a bracelet from you that matched yours?

He started daydreaming about you while looking at the bracelet. He wore it all the time even when riding.

Keeping it close to him, his heart.

His heart was all yours after this gift.

So yea my requests are closed who would have guessed that...I suddenly got so many I was shocked. They will open as soon as I have all my requests done.

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