hello! i just saw your post saying requests are open again (insane home page refresh pull), so i was wondering if you could draw azul giving reader a kiss on the knuckles like the charming gentleman he is? 🤭
SO sorry for the long wait omg, but here you go!!!
!! Mentions of death , (reader is a year older than him.)
PM!.Dazai Osamu was infamous during his Mafia days, but even he — was still a child.
To you, atleast; The oh-so notorious Demon Prodigy — they called was but a child in your hold, cradling him to your embrace when you soothe his wounds. Once suddenly turned into a regular occurrence, frequent visits and daily check-ups — you had a hint of growing suspicion that he was doing it on purpose, the growing wounds he had. But who were you to ask the man? For you were nothing but a nurse, this was nothing but a job in this line of work.
Oh, but to the man — Dazai Osamu, thought you were nothing less than an angel, pure bird who was caged within this dark world. Beneath the grassy plains where the sun could not reach, it felt like you — an angel from above, was not supposed to be in this cruel place; much so comparable to hell, when you belonged to the heavens above.
BUT THE INFAMOUS DEMON PRODIGY DID NOT COMPLAIN, FOR HE FOUND SOLACE WITHIN YOUR COMPANY — to the wings that nestled him close, akin to a mother bird protecting it's children from the world birthed his greed, the sin of desiring to possess something he couldn't have.
You gave the man the company he longed, the affections he never knew he began to crave long since your first meet — you were growing on him, more faster than he could count the days on his fingers. More so, he realized when he always seemed to seek you after a long day; It was then he realized that you were now closer to his heart than he could ever imagine, opening the doors to reveal all the weak parts through every cut and every wound — It came to the point that his blood, his every bleeding was for you. His home, his solace, the remedy to his pain.. and the love of his life.
PM!.Dazai Osamu had always dropped the signs, through measly symbolizations of his attachment to you — minor gifts and trinkets that meant his love, like a color of a rose that would represent an indirect professions of his growing affection for you, pure and untainted love — white roses he'd gift to you.
But nothing ever got through your thick skull, much to his frustration, to the point he almost — almost confessed it all to you out of annoyance from the long wait. However, the Demon Prodigy was no prodigy for no reason, he was no fool. He knew those eyes of yours that held warmth, beneath them lied nothing more than just kindness; Clearly different from his that burned for you like a blazing flame, his was love. While yours were nothing but tenderness, nothing more and nothing less than an expression you'd give when you gaze fondly at a CHILD.
BUT — The man longed for you like the sun, providing him the strength he needed, and the weakness he never asked for. Perhaps that was the reason why it started to burn him, the desire; GREED — burnt his fingertips the moment he begins to come too close, the warmth of your presence he began to have too much of — like a moth to a flame, but he lets himself turn into ashes, if it were for you; that was his weakness. (He always wished to die, if he were to die by your hands, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all for him.)
BUT OLD HABITS DIE HARD, for Dazai Osamu was born in the dark. To work amongst the darkest nights, tainted hands drenched in the blood of his foes — the highest sin to be committed, taking the life of another; a sin he could never turn from, but a burden he will carry till the end of his life. That is why, he could never be in the gaze of the sun, bathing within its light.
And perhaps that is why he one day disappears from your life, as fast as he came. You longed for him, for the memory of every time he'd gift you a flower to his visits — the moment when the roses once displayed within your humble office shed a petal for every passing day; innocent wonder to when he'd visit again, a sign of hope.. was nothing but NAIVETY. It was but a fleeting moment, the feelings of adoration was. Once beginning to show signs of rot, no longer seeing worth of getting another rose if it wasn't from him — Perhaps if time meant it, you could've reciprocated his feelings the same.
Oh, but you fell too late.
ADA!.Dazai Osamu never forgot the time when the sun graced him of it's light — Not once. The memory imprinted in his mind like a symbol of his faithful devotion to you; He may have left the comfort of your embrace, but that would never hinder the love of your humble abode. The warmth you bring was never the same as the sun, after all.
But yes, like the prodigal son who journeys back to his roots — you will forever be the home he returns to. After all, OLD HABITS DIE HARD FOR THE OSAMU DAZAI.
So he comes back — its late at night and the sun is setting from the horizon when he knocks at your front door.
Theres a nervous sweat forming in his hands, from the way he grips the bouquet of roses in his fingertips that were beginning to turn white. He thinks for a moment if the timing was right, because there was no response from the other side.
But all his worries set aside the moment the door opens and he gets a whiff of that scent he missed long ago, the warmth that seeps into his veins mixing with his senses of his every breath — yes, the scent of home.
"Osamu?"—Your voice breaks him from his captivation; but instead, he feels his knees buckle the moment he meets your gaze — his heart stops beating for a moment, its getting hard to breathe as if you've got him on chokehold. It gives him everything to respond.
"Y/N," He whispers your name in breath — like he could finally breathe again, as if the name held so much weight in his heart. Carrying it for so long until it found it's owner once again — you.
You steal his words from his mouth before he could even speak, "Its been so long, you've grown taller." He notes that you looked—"Beautiful," He mutters it out his thoughts, but theres no shame in his expression. Oh, but in fact, he welcomes it as a start to the conversation, "—and you've become so beautiful, haven't you? Belladonna." He continues, offering you the bouquet in his hands and this time, you're the one speechless. (;;the wilted roses did seem to need a new replacement, perhaps a chance to let the seeds of love to grow too — this time.)
He takes your reaction as a sign when he begins to lean over, towering your smaller form with a smug expression. "DONT YOU THINK IM A BIG BOY NOW?"—And it seemed he never lost his silver tongue.
Content written by nhoirr ! Dont copy please. <3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
How about boys reatcing to y/n walking in looking all gorgous in a dress ?
+ they ask her to dance at the festival?? ♡♡
for:
Jamil, Duece, Malleus, Azul, Silver
Azul Ashengrotto:
Azul couldn’t ignore what was right in front of him. The person he had grown into was one with a sharp eye for golden opportunities and seeing you as the most beautiful person in the room that night, he knew he couldn’t resist asking you to dance. You think it’s cute when he tried to hide his real intentions by acting extra shady; if he really had an ulterior motive he wouldn’t look so embarrassed when you called him out, taking pleasure in the way he nervously pushed his glasses back up his face before rescinding his offer. You don’t allow him to as you considered it a contract, just an invisible one, and if he tried to get out of the deal he would not like the consequences.
Deuce Spade:
Deuce is a mess. He doesn’t know how to articulate the way he feels when he sees you in your dress, heart tight in his chest, muscles spasming as you approach and he nearly kneeled out of respect for someone who was clearly royalty. Seeing your easy smile made him remember you were still you despite the fancy upgrade you’d taken, and it sets him a little more at ease when you speak. He started to stutter again when he wanted to ask you to dance with him, mumbling something about two left feet and not making a good argument for why you should be his dance partner (but you accept anyway).
Jamil Viper:
Jamil didn’t plan on dancing, he didn’t entirely plan on being here or dealing with this either, but life seemed to drag him around as it pleased. Seeing you was the only highlight of his night, watching from the shadows with stars in his eyes as he wondered what it might be like to be even considered as your (dance) partner. He’s a little surprised that as much as he tried to hide in the shadows you always sought him out, as if you had a radar just for him. He holds out his hand without uttering a word and you return the comfortable silence, your smile nearly causing him to take after that age old fairy tale of that princess who ran from the ball when the clock struck midnight (except you’d be coming with him, to a place he could admire you in peace).
Malleus Draconia:
Malleus can’t keep his eyes to himself. He normally thought you had a certain beauty about you but seeing you all dolled up in an elegant dress… It made him want to tap in to his more jealous tendencies, locking you away in a tower for only him to admire. Alas, he can’t imagine your relationship remaining positive should he try to force your hand like that but he knows one other thing he could do to assure others kept their distance. He approached you with an extended hand, taking yours in his own and pressing a kiss to the back of it before wordlessly leading you to the dance floor; you can’t deny Malleus, not after seeing the bright smile on his face as he enjoyed twirling you around in the middle of the masquerade.
Silver:
Silver’s gaze sends a shiver down your spine, the unreadable expression on his face making you a bit anxious. It was always so hard to fully understand what was happening in his head, and you felt yourself holding your breath as he silently approached you. You’re stunned when he held out his hand and asked you to dance, head tilting to the side as he told you it seemed like you wanted to ask him. You’re embarrassed at being read like an open book but Silver’s small smile sets your heart at ease, a clear sign that he had the same wish as you or he would have never approached you.
Hello, Lis-senpai! Can I ask for some fluffy headcanons for Diasomnia reaction to a fem s/o who has a beautiful singing voice please? Like she always attracts cute animals and is overall very sweet and pretty, the type of girl that's hard not to like. Sorry about my slight word-vomit, and thank you!
yes yes you can! dont worry your request was written just fine. here is your diasomnia and their disney princess energy gf
+ if you like my writing, you can buy me a ko-fi to support me!
Malleus Draconia
He's walking around Ramshackle, you two were about to meet there but it seems he's arrived early -- Then he finds you water some plants nearby, singing quietly to yourself as a handful of squirrels and birds seem to gather around to listen, Malleus stops right on his tracks.
He's always thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, but now, especially? He's blown away. Malleus can't help the smile that appears in his face. You're really unlike anything he'd ever seen.
"You never told me your singing was so lovely." He shows up behind you, a hand on your shoulder. "Don't mind me. Please continue."
He'll sit on the porch and listen to you for as long as you want to sing. Your voice puts him at such ease, he might just close his eyes to enjoy it properly, forgetting the world around him.
Once he finds out about your singing, he'll sometimes ask for you to sing for him when you're together, putting his arms around you and just letting everything fade away as he listens to his new favorite sound.
He finds it fitting that your voice attracts small animals sometimes, you're such a great singer, you deserve the audience.
Lilia Vanrouge
You come to his club meetings to watch him rehearse sometimes, seeing Lilia play his instruments with all his might, laughing and moving along to the songs, is something that never fails to put a smile on your face.
They're covering a song you recognize one day, one of your favorites. You get so hyped up, you can't help but sing along, getting lost in your own little world.
Before you realize it, you had gotten a little loud, catching the club members' attention. The song ends up stopping, all of them turning to you like your voice had a magnetic pull to it -- You quickly notice the silence, then grow embarrassed.
But everyone is so wonderfully surprised, especially Lilia. "Ah, my darling has such a pretty voice." He comes up to you, cooing. "You're so cute, don't you want to join us?"
Since then, he'll always ask you to join the light music club's practice sessions, he's absolutely enchanted by your voice. Lilia's seen a lot, good singers included, but the way you do it isn't like anything he's ever experienced.
Maybe your singing has an effect on him, too, because everytime he hears your voice he's just so happy and relaxed. It genuinely feels healing for him.
Silver
You're at his room in Diasomnia, you two had been studying together for the exam on his bed, and he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder. You smile softly at him, petting his hair, and you hum a little lullaby as he rests.
In a couple minutes, though, he's awake, blinking the sleep off his eyes, and he thinks he might still be in a dream, hearing such a beautiful voice... but it's all real, and you're the one singing to him.
It makes Silver smile as he cuddles up to you again. He's usually not pleased to find out he's passed out suddenly, but now it's more than alright. "You can keep singing." He says, voice drowsy. "Your singing is so pretty."
He could listen to your voice forever. He'll definitely doze off a couple times, but just because it does wonders are melting away all of his worries. It's like he's spending a moment in heaven when he listens to you sing.
He also finds it so endearing when you sing outside and little animals start following you around. It makes you look magical, humming all your perfect notes while birds begin flocking around your head, chirping along. You're more majestic than any fae he's ever seen back home.
Sebek Zigvolt
You had been distracted today, so you forgot some of your belongings at a classroom. Sebek had been looking for you there, saw them just laying about, and decided to bring them to you, like a proper student and boyfriend should do.
After some searching, he finds you at Ramshackle, fixing up the porch as you sang, forest animals around you like they’ve paid for tickets to watch the show.
Sebek’s jaw drops, honestly. You looked like an actual goddess to him -- Or something even more magical than that, so ethereal. He’s all starry eyed, rushing up to you quickly and asking if that was perhaps some kind of magic you had? You’re confused about what he’s talking about, but find out that he was asking about your voice.
Sebek is just really impressed at you. He’s so sure it’s magic, when you tell him it isn’t he’s in denial for a couple seconds. He soon recomposes himself, trying to hide all the surprise in his face and telling you to excuse him for the inappropriate behavior, but it’s pretty clear how much you blow him away.
He’ll definitely ask for you to sing for him sometime later, but he’ll get rather shy while doing so.
hi, hi!! could you do prompt 8 with silver? with feminine pronouns, please 🥺
here!! btw, i had a lot of fun writing it. i hope y’all like It and thank you. <3
If I could only tell her that I love her in my mind | Silver Vanrouge.
warnings: it’s not exactly angst (maybe a little at the end), but I highly recommend reading it while listening to “love in my mind” by Brynn Cartelli because i was listening to that song when I wrote it. I really hope you enjoy it. also, english isn’t my first language and i’ve had to go through the translator and dictionary a few times to check, so apologies in advance for grammatical errors. good read!!
That day was a normal day. Or at least it should be. Because Silver could sense something different about himself. He'd never been an expressive boy— he couldn't even imagine how delicate her expression was by the distance. But the point is, he was rambling. And curiously, it wasn’t just another nap. He was distracted, off his post as Malleus's bodyguard, and would probably either charge himself or Sebek would argue and tell him to be more responsible. In fact, Sebek wouldn’t be wrong this time. However, the truth was that he couldn't really care at that moment.
Silver was more distracted than usual. His naps were becoming more and more frequent and followed the same line, where he dreamt of warm conversations with someone. With her. Silver didn’t know exactly when it started, or if it was just a dream in his head. However, it was all too real. The warm feeling was keeping him awake for the time being. The point was that, for some reason, the feeling never really went away. So much so that, feeling his body tremble with a new sensation, he had asked Lilia about it. The answer was unexpected, but Lilia seemed to have more than appreciated it. His lips curved into a mischievous smile.
“Fufufu~, So you mean you're in love? well they said children grow up too fast. I'm getting old”, Lilia said with a signature mischievous smile, a smile that was nonetheless extremely genuine.
Then, after thinking seriously about what his father had said, he came to the conclusion that he really was in love. In fact, it was true love. However, was it all right if he loved her in his mind and in his heart? If he kept quiet about it? Silver had always been someone who didn't exactly know how to show emotions in the right way, or he simply couldn’t even show emotions as he should. Because love was something that didn’t necessarily need to be shown out loud. Still, every time his gaze met hers, he found himself wondering if he should say it out loud at least once. Whether he should risk it.
Ah, but for God’s sake, how would Silver say it looking her in the eye? He had never doubted when Lilia said that love was more than a warm feeling in the chest, but that it was a strong feeling that left you completely vulnerable. Silver had always felt vulnerable in one way or another, but now it was different. It was as if she knew all his thoughts from a single glance, and yet she didn’t even know his name.
Or, she did. And that was it. It hurt lightly, and Silver could only look at her with loving and warm eyes, like true love. Ah, if only one day he could tell her. That she had a twinkle in her eye when she walked cheerfully with Grim at the NRC, that her care for Grim and his students was not imperceptible. Love, perhaps, was in the eyes.
♡ The first time Silver met you was on his first day at Night Raven College. As he took a look around the classroom, Silver locked eyes with you, his classmate, who sat next to him, greeted you politely, and with that your conversation ended.
Since the both of you tend to stay quiet at first, it took time before you and Silver struck up a bit of conversation again. Your relationship progressed slowly, each interaction a half step forward. At first, you noticed that Silver often falls asleep during the classes against his will, and this caused him to have problems in school. You felt bad for him, so, as his seatmate, you took on the role of his alarm clock and did your best to wake Silver up whenever he started dozing off. For that Silver was eternally grateful. His grades and attendance were actually on the upswing too, thanks to you.
In his turn, Silver was willing to help you in any way he could, be it homework, helping out with chores or bringing you your favorite sweets. To Silver, in his eyes, you were a very close and important friend. And even though to other people he seemed unemotional and distant, somehow you always managed to see him, the real Silver, though his cold expression. And this made Silver fall in love with you.
♡ Oh, how much he liked you! How comfortable it was to be with you! With you, who saw and accepted him the way he is. With you, who were always by his side, making Silver feel seen, heard and understood. With you, who were so gentle and adorable, goofing around and bringing a smile to his face. With you, who never blamed Silver for his sleep attacks, and on the contrary, did your best to help him. With you, who Silver loved so wholeheartedly, but perceived his feelings as friendship.
However, to his little family from Diasomnia Silver's feelings were clear and obvious. All they looked at you two with a great fondness, happy to see Silver so giddy and in love. Others would argue about it, though, because his expression remained unchanged, no matter with or without you. And only those that knew Silver noticed a faint sincere smile that appeared on his face whenever you acted chaotic to make him laugh. Or how his face lit up when Silver saw you in the cafeteria. More and more often he had his breakfast, lunch and dinner with you under Sebek's disapproving shouts. How dares Silver neglect his responsibilities as a retainer of the great Malleus. Neither the great Malleus, nor Lilia were not against it, though, and on the contrary, supported Silver's growing feelings. Sometimes their help and support turned into a disaster, because it's Lilia we are talking about. He can give not only a good advices, but also the weird ones, because, after all, it's much more fun this way!
♡ Silver confessed you in a quiet part of NRC campus, while you two were sitting under a big tree after classes. Ever since you and Silver started getting closer and hanging out together, this place became your place, where you two hide away from the world that sometimes was too loud, too intense and unfair for you. Finding a comfort in each other's presence, in the silence that felt not awkward or uncomfortable, in the meaningful conversations, when you were talking about the books you liked, the universes you imagined and, strange thing, Silver no longer felt sleepy and he was willing to talk. Sometimes, his sleep attacks got the better of him, and Silver fell asleep on you, unintentionally using your lap or shoulder as a pillow. But you never blamed him for this, you were so sweet and understanding, it made his heart ache to be with you.
Silver opened his eyes from the sleep, realizing that his head rested on your shoulder. Feeling quite awkward and embarrassed, Silver moved away from you and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, apologizing for falling asleep again. But you just laughed, without judgment, without aggression or covert taunts, only with fondness and affection. His eyes widened as he looked at you, and the feelings that Silver was cradling deep inside, unsure of how to express them, poured from him.
"I've been wanting to say this for a while, but I love being around you. You always make me happy, and I've realized that I like you".
♡ You and Silver have a very healthy relationship, where you both feel loved and secure, where love and harmony reign. To Silver you are his everything. He will love and treasure you forever. His love isn't about grand statements and confessions of love. It's shown in the little things, in the words of support, in his actions, in all that Silver does. He would never make you feel snubbed and isolated, would never do anything to hurt you. Perhaps some people find Silver cold and emotionless, but even they changed their mind when they saw how he interacts with you. How a tiny, lovesick smile comes across his face every time Silver is with you. How a hearty chuckle escapes his lips whenever you make teasing comments or do something silly to make him laugh. How Silver steps forward to protect you, if someone dumps their frustration on you. Or how he hands you his plate of risotto, taking your plate with spicy meal away, without saying a word. You don't need to ask him, Silver just knows that you can't tolerate spicy food and doesn't want you to eat food you don't like.
♡ Even though you tend to keep your feelings, problems and concerns bottled up, and so Silver does, because the both of you don't want to bother anyone, once you two started sharing everything with each other it feels as if a heavy burden fell from your shoulders. You both are so supportive, so affectionate and understanding, it makes your conversations comfortable, whenever you two express the insecurities. Silver never failed to find the right words to make you feel better, feel loved and appreciated. In his eyes, you are perfect, the most beautiful, the sweetest, kindest girl, the most-most! Being extremely honest Silver doesn't hesitate in expressing his emotions and smitten thoughts. His compliments are always sincere, straight from the heart, it stays with you for a long time. In your turn, you always assure Silver that he is enough, that he is perfect the way he is, that he should not force himself to stay awake, that you are always here, by his side. Silver is very insecure about his sleep attacks, which leads to bouts of self-doubt. Fortunately, you know how make him feel better and don't mind to spend time in comfortable silence if Silver accidentally falls asleep. But strange thing, after your first kiss his sleep attacks became rarer and less intensive to the great joy of Silver.
♡ Just like you, Silver values the time the two of you spend together. Being together in a comfortable silence is enough to make him feel happy and at ease. The two of you often spend time in the not crowded parts of NRC campus, reading books and manga, observing the clouds, talking about each other's dreams and wishes, being surrounded by adorable animals. Sometimes Silver nods off, and then you just let him sleep on your laps, while playing with his hair.
♡ Knowing that you enjoy playing video games, Silver often joins you, especially since he has experience in it because of Lilia. Listening to your rambles about the favorite universes makes Silver simping hard, because you unintentionally become so excited and adorable. He doesn't know how to deal with these feelings, so Silver just looks at you with moon eyes, absorbing every word.
♡ As soon as Silver found out that you like cooking, cooking together became one of your favorite shared hobbies. He finds is so intimate to prepare food and eat it together. Rest assured, Silver will eat anything you cooked, he is not picky about food at all. Not to mention that whenever you two cook together, it brings him dreams about your future together. Oh, how much he would like to settle down after school and live with you somewhere in Briar Valley.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ SHIP TROPES
♡ slow burn friendship to unshakable devotion
♡ when two of the sweetest people in the room are in love
♡ the knight (him) x his lady (you)
AN: Silver Vanrouge supporter since day one!! Plus, Silver's new card is ethereal, I love it so much
Was it weird how when Lilia saw you his first idea was to call you Leia? Absolutely. Did it continue forever even after you had told him your real name? Of course! Was it even more strange now that Lilia had this weird thing with making you and the sleepy second-year of Diasomnia be together whenever he could get the chance? Hell yeah! Would you ever figure out why? Nope.
Well, not all hope was lost when you suddenly made it into Lilia’s dream and there were many mentions of somebody with the same name that future Lilia called you, the only issue was they all seemed not super pleased when the name came up in conversation, especially when tacked onto the word ‘human’. As time and time progressed you could only feel worse about how the Lilia you knew actually felt about you, as the one from the past hated the name. The name had been thrown around more than you could think when the four of you had stumbled upon Henrick, and the Knight of Dawn, to which Lilia, in the process of running, had explained the relation of the name Leia towards the hatred of the two men standing between the castle and the group.
The wife of the Knight of Dawn.
Why in sevens earth would Lilia ever relate you to the wife of one of their worst
enemies? He must have really hated you…
As you ran out of the castle with the egg in tow, there were many thoughts flowing through your head, why the name? Was this really the Malleus? Was there any way that everybody would make it out of this? Much to the dismay of the plan that seemed full proof, there was a loud crash before you were pulled behind Silver, who had been close to you the whole time you were there. Out, a few feet in front of Lilia was the Knight of Dawn, the one person that you actually needed to get away from.
You all were done for.
That was until he looked over at the group, noticing Lilia with the egg, and you, standing slightly behind Silver, looking at the man now standing in the pile of rubble. The only thing that you could notice when the mask broke was the fact he had been staring straight at you, not the main fact of how much he looked like the boy currently standing in front of you. It almost looked like the blonde had wanted to say something before just heading off back towards the main fight, not daring to take the chance to get the egg in arms reach of him, thank the sevens for that.
When all was said and done, Malleus was finally defeated and everything started to go back to normal there was still the lingering question of what the hell they were all talking about when addressing you even just being around you, for hells sake Maleanor was about to attempt murder the first time you even spoke. There was only a laugh that escaped the fae’s mouth when you had seemed so worried about it, and he only laughed louder when you asked if it was really because he hated you and didn’t wanna say anything. Lilia had only shook his head when you had almost started to walk away before handing you something, he had only said it was supposed to be given to you by Malleus but every time the delivery had missed you, and everything would be better shown and not explained. Which only left you more confused when you started this conversation.
The invitation was today at the same castle as the dream, only this time it was covered in black thorns and much darker than when you had originally seen it, but that must have been a hundred years ago. You would be a little surprised when you saw both Silver and Malleus again, but it would quickly change to an expression of awe when you saw the magic between Lilia and Malleus start to take shape and the people gone for years appear around you. Starting with the way the man who had moved next to you a few minutes ago’s parents. Standing and staring at him, the Knight of Dawn, and Princess Leia, which is when you noticed it. The replica of the family.
Of course, over the time that you had first met Silver out in one of the courtyards where he had fallen asleep. You had stayed out there with him just to make sure that he was okay, and nobody was messing with him, you two had gotten close. And it was only after that, when you had been hanging out in the Library with Silver when Lilia first met you, which by the looks of it, he had just straight related you to the love story he had first seen with humans, the love been the princess and the knight, and of course it didn’t help that you already looked like them.
Lilia was never trying to say he didn’t like you, quite the opposite actually. There was a sweetness to the words, almost a blessing of future love between you and his son, and the second you had turned to your left turning to look to the silver-haired man next to you, noticing the similarities to both of you and his parents, there he stood, fidgeting with a silver ring in his hands as he slowly started to speak.
“…there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while… but I was to scared to… but after everything we’ve been through I feel that there is no better time than now. I already asked many people who look after you about this. I got blessings from them, which has now led to this stage… (Name), will you go out with me….?”
You let out a small smile when he asked, only he would make this sound like a proposal when he was just asking you out.
“Of course…”
He let out a genuine smile before slipping the ring on you and whispered.
“…It’s just a promise… a promise to be the best boyfriend, and eventually… be an even better husband…”
There were some things in stories that would have never made sense before you had ended up here: true love, dragons and sword fights, and even men would weren’t complete douchebags. But yet somehow, maybe there was a chance, and that chance had followed the footsteps of his parents, and found the one not only would go to war for, but also protect with his life.
⋆°• ☁︎ Bonus! ⋆°• ☁︎
The second that Silver had stepped away to go talk with his real parents, Lilia had came over next to you.
“Told ya’ I didn’t hate you!”
You laughed as he continued
“I just noticed the similarities, and maybe was pushing on it that you and Silver would fall in love… I mean I saw the way he looked at you when we were finally introduced. Isn’t that right, Leia~?
I decided to put it in a separate masterlist. Soon I will be able to make a collection of them..
sentient au little drabble
New beginning (All NRC)
Once upon a dream (Silver)
Say "Yes" (Epel)
Jamil reaction
Malleus reaction
Character sing with you
brainrot
when your phone was stolen
when you successfully delete app
Post Scriptum (all NRC)
When sun goes down (all NRC)
Longing (all NRC) and something (all NRC) [AU belongs to @shiny-jr]
Six impossible things before breakfast (sentient!reader in the game oneshot)
Mini-collection of prompts from list:
2. “Make sure to come back to me, okay?” Idia
3.1 “I’ll always come when you need me to” Crewel
3.2 "I got these because I know they’re your favorite" Riddle
4. “I saw this earlier and I thought of you” Trey
5. “Please, tell me everything” Jade
6 “I haven’t felt anything like this before” Jamil
7. “Nothing in your past will ever stop me caring about you and loving you for who you are”/"If I confess that I would kill for you- not another person or anything. I'd kill a spider or someone's hopes and dreams.” Jade
9.1 “You don’t need to pay me back, it’s my pleasure I promise” Azul
9.2 “You’re leaving already? Nooooo~” Floyd
14. "I’d rather be hurt and be with you than be okay without you” Azul
15. "I think in every reality, I still find you” Rook
16. “I want to make something for you"/"You make me happy all the time" Malleus
21.1 “Hmm? Oh sorry- I kinda zoned out while looking at your face… what are we talking about?” Neige
21.2 “Stop worrying about you? Stop worrying about you?! I can barely stop thinking of you!” Epel
22. “I wish I could stay here forever. Just me and you” Neige
26. "When I get out of here I’m taking you with me." Jamil
30. “You won’t take care of yourself so I will” Vil
32. “I’m staying here whether you want me to or not” Epel
34. “I’m just waiting it out until later when I can crawl into bed and cuddle you” Silver
37. “Ugh your FACE I LOVE IT” Cater
38. "I am not leaving you" Leona
39.1 “We’ll get through this together, okay?” Riddle
39.2 “I knew you weren’t dead. I refused to believe it- I knew it couldn’t be true” Jade
40. "Shut up and kiss me” Epel
42 “Anyone with eyes can see how beautiful/talented you are” Azul
44.1 “Go kick ass you beautiful machine of death” Epel
44.2 “You don’t have to pretend with me” Trey
45 “Whenever I’m with you I am real”. Vil
47.1 “I want to be in your life, if you’ll let me” Rook
47.2 “You’ve finally rendered me speechless”/“I love you” Riddle
The sound of Idia's voice barely went through Silver's ears, he was thinking of telling them about his father and who he really is and at the same time, he was also looking at you. His true love, he believed so, he'd do absolutely anything he needs to keep you safe, away from any danger.
And so after the initial shock of telling everyone that Lilia was, in fact, his father, who took care of him and raised him all these years, staying close to his side even after coming at Night Raven Collage, he was holding a sword made by his father's weapon, a sword that'll help him win no matter what. A sword that'll help him save both Malleus, his king, and you, his beloved princess. “Let's go and try these weapons, come on Silver!” Sebek's yelling was heard, albeit barley.
Silver took a step, and then another, but right before he decided to follow Sebek he turned and made his way to you. Everyone followed his movements, curious on what he was about to do. Then suddenly without any warning Silver grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him and kissed you hard. The other's loud words of : WHAT?! were heard from all around, but he didn't care, he had shown everyone one last thing he was hiding, and that was him being your partner, your beloved prince ;
“I'll win this battle for you, alright?” He pecked you on the lips again as you slowly nodded and gave him a bashful smile. My, how you loved your dear price charming
Silver and Sebek saying bye before having to go train with the new weapons made from Lilia’s magearm and Silver all of a sudden kisses and dips you for everyone to see and tells you he will see you when you wake up
Kinktober Day 23: Somnophilia / free use
Here you go lovely @iloveeverythingiread, continuation from day 14
My works: enjoy
Bye now - Mars ♡
Osamu replays the video once again, watching the way your face scrunches up when he hits that particular sweet spot. The way your eyes rolled back, mouth hung open and tongue lolling out was making him downright feral.
He was aware of the effect he had on you, yes, but seeing it in real time like this only made him 1000x hornier. Osamu pecked your shoulder softly, “Bella” he whispers, nudging his nose against your cheek.
“Hmm” you mumble sleepily, snuggling closer to your boyfriend.
Dazai rubs your tummy, letting his hand brush against your pussy, judging your reaction. When you subconsciously shift, propping one leg over his, he smiles softly to himself and pulls his hand away.
“Bella wake up" he whispers in that dreamy voice of his, “Baby”
You open your eyes, grumpy and annoyed at Osamu for interrupting you, “What?” you bury your face against his chest.
“I need you… right now” he kisses your head, rubbing your back to lull you back to sleep.
You pat your hand by his hip area, feeling for his boner, you wrap your hand around his cock and squeeze him punishingly. “M’kay” you murmur softly, drifting back to sleep.
Dazai smiles, biting his lip and gently rolling you onto your back. He settles beside you, shifting one of your legs to drape over his, keeping your thighs spread.
Osamu takes a few minutes to admire you, fingers trailing across your cheek, down your neck and along your collar bone. He twists a nipple, leaning forward and capturing the bud in his mouth.
He doesn’t miss the way your body responds to him, nipples hardening as his ministrations. He dips his fingers down to your pussy, teasing your folds.
Even in sleep you get wet like a slut for him, he toys with your clit, drawing soft slow circles to tease the bud. He lifts your leg, hooking his arm under your knee and shifting his hips forward.
Osamu spreads your fold open, guiding his cock through it and rubbing himself between your warm heat. He gently pushes the tip into you, not moving just yet. He stays there, thumb still rubbing soft slow circles against your clit.
Finally he pushes in fully, taking his time and easing inch by delicious inch in.
“Gods above” he moans softly, biting down on your neck to attempt to keep himself quiet. He feels you clench around him, that gave him the green light he needed from you to start slowly thrusting in and out of you.
By the time he’s twitching and nearing his peak, you’re moaning softly, sleepily. Osamu kisses your shoulder, kisses your neck, kisses up your jaw, finding your lips and kissing them. He swallows your drool like the lovesick fool he is.
He cums deeply inside of you, filling your womb with his hot load. He keeps himself buried inside of your divine pussy, rolling over and adjusting your position.
Osamu falls asleep practically on top of you, staying buried deep inside of you all throughout the night, keeping his seed from leaking out of you.
Silver Twst x fem reader as our husband? Honeymoon trip and smut! Please and thank you!
Honeymoon
Silver Vanrouge x Female Reader
Warnings: porn no plot, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral sex (silver receiving), p in v
The silk sheets slip against your skin as you shift beneath them, the cool fabric a welcome relief against the warmth pooling in your belly. The hotel suite is bathed in soft, golden lamplight, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. Outside, the waves of the Coral Sea lap against the shore in a gentle, rhythmic whisper—a lullaby meant only for lovers.
You watch him from beneath half-lidded eyes, your husband. The word still feels thrillingly new on your tongue, like a secret you're only just learning to savor.
Silver stands by the tall windows, his back to you, silhouetted against the crescent moon. He’s removed his jacket, his shirt untucked and partially unbuttoned, revealing the pale expanse of his chest. His silver hair catches the light, falling in soft waves around his face. Even after all these years of courtship, of stolen glances and lingering touches, seeing him like this makes your breath catch.
He turns, and his eyes meet yours. They're soft, warm, yet carrying a flicker of something deeper. Nervousness? Anticipation? You know this is his first time too. For all his knightly composure, Silver has always been reserved, his body and heart a fortress he rarely let anyone enter. Until you.
"You're staring," he says, a faint blush staining his cheeks.
"And you're beautiful," you reply, sitting up slightly, letting the sheet fall to your waist. The nightgown you chose is delicate—lace and silk, a deep midnight blue that matches the ocean beyond. "Come here."
He crosses the room slowly, each step measured, as if he's afraid to break the spell. When he reaches the edge of the bed, he pauses, one knee pressing into the mattress. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that makes your heart ache.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. "We can wait. We can—"
You reach up, catching his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
His breath hitches. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed, settling beside you, his body radiating a warmth that seeps through the thin fabric of your nightgown. He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
But then you part your lips, your tongue tracing the seam of his, and the kiss deepens. His hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, pulling you closer. The taste of him is sweet, slightly smoky from the wine you shared at dinner. You moan against his mouth, and he answers with a low groan that vibrates through his chest.
His other hand finds your waist, fingers curling around the curve of your hip. He's hesitant at first, touching as if asking permission. You arch into him, pressing your body flush against his, and that's all the answer he needs.
"I want to see you," he breathes, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "All of you."
You nod, and he eases you back against the pillows. His fingers find the straps of your nightgown, slipping them down your shoulders with excruciating slowness. The fabric pools at your waist, baring your breasts to the lamplight. His eyes travel over them, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.
"You're exquisite," he whispers, more to himself than to you.
He lowers his head, pressing a kiss to the curve of your collarbone, then another just below your ear. His lips trail downward, hot and soft, leaving a path of fire across your skin. When his mouth closes around your nipple, you gasp, your fingers burying themselves in his hair. He sucks gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak, and a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to your core.
"Yes," you breathe, pulling him tighter against you.
He switches to your other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand cupping the first as his thumb circles the wet peak. Your hips shift restlessly, a needy ache building between your thighs. You want more. You need more.
As if reading your thoughts, his hand slides down your stomach, fingers skimming over the lace edge of your panties. He pauses, looking up at you, seeking permission. You nod, biting your lip.
He dips his fingers beneath the fabric, finding you slick and ready. A shudder runs through him as he feels how wet you are. "For me?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Only for you." you manage, your voice barely a whisper.l
He slides one finger inside you, slowly, watching your face as he does. Your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping your lips. He curls his finger, finding that spot deep within that makes your hips buck against his hand.
"Look at me," he says softly. "I want to see your eyes when I make you come."
You force your lids open, meeting his gaze. He adds a second finger, stretching you, preparing you. The stretch is just shy of too much, but you welcome it, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers in a steady rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with just the right pressure.
The pleasure builds, coiling low in your belly, spreading through your limbs like molten honey. Your breath comes in short gasps, your hands fisting the sheets.
"Silver… I'm close…"
"Let go," he urges, his pace quickening. "I want to feel you."
The orgasm crashes over you, a wave of pure sensation that leaves you trembling and gasping his name. He rides you through it, his fingers slowing only when you finally collapse, spent, against the pillows.
He withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. He tastes you, his eyes never leaving yours, and the sight sends another throb of desire through your still-sensitive core.
"My turn," you say, pushing yourself up. You shift, guiding him onto his back. He goes willingly, his silver hair splaying across the white pillows. He looks like a fallen angel, his chest rising and falling with quickened breaths.
Your hands go to his belt, working the buckle with trembling fingers. He lifts his hips to help you slide his trousers and briefs down his legs. His cock springs free, hard and thick, the tip glistening with precum. You wrap your fingers around him, feeling the heat of his skin, the rigid length of him.
He hisses through his teeth as you stroke him, your thumb sweeping over the head. You lean down, taking him into your mouth, and his entire body tenses. His hand finds your hair, not pulling, just resting there, as if grounding himself.
You suck him slowly, taking as much as you can, your tongue swirling around his shaft. His moans grow louder, his hips thrusting in small, involuntary movements. He's trying to hold back, you can tell, but you want to push him over the edge.
"Stop," he gasps, tugging gently at your hair. "If you keep going, I won't last."
You release him with a wet pop, licking your lips. "That's the idea."
He shakes his head, a strained laugh escaping him. "Not yet. I want to be inside you when I come."
The words send a shiver down your spine. You crawl up his body, straddling his hips, your thighs brushing against his heated skin. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you both still.
"Ready?" he asks, cupping your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.
"I've been ready my whole life," you answer.
And then you sink down onto him.
The sensation is overwhelming—the stretch, the fullness, the incredible heat of him inside you. You both gasp, foreheads pressing together, breaths mingling. He fills you completely, hitting depths you didn't know you had.
"Fuck," he breathes, almost reverent. "You feel… incredible."
You begin to move, a slow, rocking rhythm. Your hips roll against his, each motion sending waves of pleasure through both of you. His hands find your hips, guiding you, his eyes locked on where your bodies join.
"You're so beautiful like this," he says, his voice strained. "Taking me so perfectly."
You lean forward, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. The new angle drives him deeper, and you break the kiss with a cry. He grips your hips tighter, meeting your thrusts with upward ones of his own.
The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure—the wet slap of skin against skin, the moans and gasps, the creak of the bed frame. The lamplight flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
He shifts, rolling you onto your back without losing the connection. He lifts your legs, hooking your ankles over his shoulders, and drives into you with a renewed urgency. The new position hits your sweet spot with every thrust, and your nails dig into his shoulders.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice barely controlled. "I want to watch you come undone."
You can't hold back. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps. You arch off the bed, a scream of his name tearing from your throat as your climax rips through you. Your walls clench around him, and that's all it takes for him to lose control.
He buries himself deep, his body shuddering as he spills inside you, hot and thick. He cries out, his forehead pressing against yours as he rides out the aftershocks.
For a long moment, neither of you move. The only sounds are your harsh breathing and the distant whisper of the sea. He slowly lowers your legs, easing himself out of you with infinite care, and collapses beside you.
He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. You curl against his chest, feeling his heart pound in time with your own.
"Was that okay?" he asks, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
You laugh softly, tilting your head to look at him. "It was perfect."
A smile spreads across his face—rare and genuine—lighting up his features. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.
"I love you," he says, the words simple but profound.
"I love you too, husband."
The word hangs in the air between them, beautiful and new. He kisses you again, soft and sweet, a promise of all the nights to come.
Outside, the moon continues its slow arc across the sky, casting silver light through the window. The waves keep their gentle rhythm, and in the warmth of each other's arms, you drift toward sleep, hearts entwined, bodies still humming with the echoes of your union.
That brushbuddy caretaker!Reader thought was so cute.
The little fellows are super spoiled and are diligent little helpers. Bringing you little foods and drinks and helping you with paper and ink. Your own little familars!
omg yes, Qifrey's kinda jealous cause he asks them to do things for him and they just turn their heads dramatically and waddle away. "You can't make us do anything," is the type of energy they give. Then, seconds later you'll ask them to do the same exact thing and they dart off to do it.
"I...just asked them to do that," Qifrey mutters.
"Hm?" You ask as the brushbuddy drops the ink pot in your hand. You'd left it in the general study and didn't want to walk to get it.
Qifrey glares at the little creature and he's sure, if they could, they'd stick their tongue out at him mockingly, "....nothing."
and when Reader needs evil deeds done she sends her little minions to do it for her. (Waking up Olruggio from a nap, hiding Qifrey's supplies so he'll come hang out with her, stealing snacks from the cabinets in the middle of the night so the kids don't hear)
also, hilariously, the girls misbehave less when a brushbuddy is around because they know it'll tattle on them. They don't know how Reader can understand anything the little creatures try and communicate but she does, and it's kinda scary.
Atsushi held your hand tightly, the other hand holding your hips in place as he pushed into you slowly. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, letting out stifled whimpers.
You let out a breathy moan, feeling him twitching inside of you as he thrusted into completely.
“Are you comfortable? Can I move?”
Atsushi said breathlessly against your neck. His body was just twitching to move but he held himself back, scared of hurting you even a bit.
You nodded as, allowing him to thrust into you. Atsushi pulled out slowly before pushing back in, it was a slow, sensual pace for you to get into it first. Your cunt tightened around him, making Atsushi hiss.
“You’re so tight-! So good..”
His hips snapped forward, hitting against your cervix. Your back arched as you choked out a moan at the sudden change of the pace, your body twitching. Atsushi but lightly into your neck as if trying to steady himself.
Just the feeling of your pussy quivering around him made his mind hazy. All he could think about is how bad he wanted to fill you up. His mind was running wild with visions of you stuffed with his cum, the thick liquid flowing down your thighs.
“Shit-! You feel too fucking good. Just perfect..”
Atsushi mumbled, barely coherent. His Hand tightened on your hip, chest pressed against yours as he began thrusting rather harshly into your cunt. Your back arched, letting out a moan. You don’t even know why he was so desperate today, hitting you against your cervix with surprising strength, abusing your poor walls.
Your body quivered and trembled as he pummed his throbbing cock into you.
“I...I can’t think straight.. you just feel to good. It makes me wanna cum in you so bad..”
It Finally clicked, why he was thrusting into you so hard, but your thoughts were not coherent long, turning hazy as your felt Atsushis hard twitching cock hitting against your womb. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your hand clawed his back holding onto him tightly.
You could feel your orgasum approaching, the tight feeling in your gut only increasing, making your eyes roll and letting out a moan.
“You sound so good, so fucking perfect..”
Atsushis pace grew frantic as he throbbed inside of your aching, needy walls, hitting against your cervix with each movement. You could have sworn to see stars in that moment.
Atsushi held your hand steadily, tightening a bit as if to apologize for the roughness of his thrusts, yet it seemed as if he was only moving his hips harder against your G- spot, making your back arch, your chest pressing firmly against his.
“Can I please, shit-!.. please…let me cum into you? I just need to..please?”
You couldn’t help but nod, both of you were too in the moment to give a damn right now. As you accept, Atsushi didn’t waste any time, intertwining your fingers tightly. He slowed his desperate thrusts to a more gentle pace, although he was still hitting your cervix with surprising strength.
Atsushi couldn’t hold back anymore, holding your hip tightly and with one final thrust, cumming into you deeply, filling your needy womb. The feeling of getting stuffed like that made you cum as well, your legs trembling and falling limp as you let out a whine.
Some time after Atsushi pulled out, his eyes darting down to see his cum oozing out of your cunt, trickling down your thighs.
“You look absolutely stunning like this..”
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