first years + Silver x reader, in where the reader is sleeping over on their room without their housewarden knowing and have to hide em (bonus points if the housewarden gets jealous plsss)
FIRST YEARS + SILVER X READER
Where you hide when the housewarden almost catches you in his room
I'm sorry but I couldn't do anything about the housewarden's jealousy, hope u like it anyways!
You really should’ve said no.
Should’ve gone back to Ramshackle like a responsible prefect. Should’ve listened to Grim’s grumbling and gone to bed at a normal hour.
Haha no.
You let Ace smirk at you with that shit eating grin, throw his arm over your shoulder, and mutter “C’mon, just for tonight. I’ll make it fun~”
Now you’re under Ace's bed.
Like. Literally under. With your knees cramped up to your chest and your nose pressed against a suspicious sock, and Ace is sitting up top, fake-snoring so loud you’re gonna scream.
Riddle’s voice floats in from the hallway. “Lights off, Ace. And if I catch you playing games at this hour again—” Ace cuts him off, all chipper: “No games, housewarden! Just sleeping like a good little rosebud~” You nearly wheeze. This clown.
There’s a long silence. Then, finally, the sound of retreating footsteps. You hear Deuce mutter, “You’re gonna get us all killed,” and Ace grins.
Once the coast is clear, Ace throws his blanket off and hops down to crouch beside you. “Hey, babe,” he whispers. “Still alive down there?” You swat at his arm. “I’m gonna kill you.”“I love when you talk dirty.”“ACE.”
He laughs and pulls you out from under the bed. And honestly? You’re pissed, you’re disheveled, but the way he beams at you when you’re safe in his bed again, curled up against his side?
…You’d do it all over again.
So listen.
This was your idea.
Epel’s whole room smells like apple shampoo and you thought hey, a little snuggle time with my farm boy bf wouldn’t hurt anyone!
Wrong.
Because Vil just so happened to come back early from his late-night spa treatment and you two were in the middle of a cuddle so aggressive it could be labeled a wrestling match. You rolled on top of each other, grabbed each other's wrists, played to see who could give the most kisses while you put your hands on each other's faces, laughing, and tangled up.
"GET IN THE CLOSET," Epel whispers, scrambling to throw a blanket over the scene of the crime. "But—!""THE. CLOSET."
You slam the door shut just as Vil glides in, expression sharp.
“Epel. What is this? Your bed looks like it’s been ravaged by a particularly vicious boar.” “Heheh. I toss and turn a lot?”
Vil’s eyes narrow.
He begins straightening Epel’s bed, tutting at the state of it, one step away from opening the closet.
You’re inside holding your breath and gripping Epel’s hoodie. Through the crack in the door, you can see Vil’s manicured fingers reaching for the handle.
Death is nigh. Life flashes before your eyes.
But then—
“WAIT!” Epel blurts out. “Don’t open that!”
Vil pauses. Slowly turns. “…Why not?” “Because,” Epel says, brain lagging, “I have Neige LeBlanche posters that Rook gave me there."
Silence.
“Excuse me?”“He said he wanted me to observe the real beauty and he had so many posters...’” “…”
Vil pinches the bridge of his nose, mutters something about freakish weirdos and leaves.
You tumble out five seconds later, gasping. Epel helps you up looking proud and horrified at the same time.
“That was the worst thing I’ve ever said.”
“You’re so messed up.”
You both cackle like lunatics into the night.
Silver is… a problem.
Not because he doesn’t want you there. No, Silver loves having you around. It’s just—
He forgot. Literally.
You’re waking up in his bed, tangled in the sheets, and Silver blinks awake next to you looking around like he just respawned.
“Yuu...?” he mumbles, voice still sleepy. “Did we… did I…”“You invited me over last night.” “I did?” “You said ‘the moon’s lonely tonight. Come warm me up.’ It was poetic and kinda hot.” “Oh. I do remember that.”
He curls back into you like a sleepy kitten, arms around your waist. You start dozing off again—until a very distinctive knock rattles the door.
Lilia.
"Oh no. I forgot he’s on patrol.”
You scramble to hide under the covers while Silver stumbles to the door. Lilia peeks inside smile already too knowing.
“Morning, my little dreamer. Sleep well?” “Yeah.” “Alone?” “...Yes.”
Lilia’s eyes flick to the suspiciously lumpy bed. He says nothing. He simply nods.
“Tell Yuu under the sheets I said hi,” he says, and disappears into the hallway.
Silver turns to you under the blankets. “I’m never going to survive him.” You peek out and kiss his nose. “He ships us.”“I know. That’s what scares me.”
You both fall back into the bed again, resigned to your fate.
Jack is the worst at sneaking you in.
He’s too tall and too honest, and WAY too nervous. He acts guilty before you even do anything.
Tonight’s no different.
You’re in his room, cozy in his oversized hoodie (it’s so soft help), both of you curled up together on the floor with a blanket and your legs tangled. The dorm is mostly asleep, and Jack is doing his best to stay calm.
And then… the doorknob rattles.
Jack’s ears go straight up. He stands like he’s been electrocuted, grabs the blanket, and throws it over your head like that’s going to make you disappear.
“Jack. Why’s your door locked?” “Just—! Working out!” “…At midnight?” “UH. YEAH.”
You nearly choke trying not to laugh under the blanket. You feel Jack’s foot nudge you, a silent pls don’t expose me tap.
Leona finally walks away, yawning and muttering something about hormonal teenagers and their dumb secrets.
Once he’s gone, Jack collapses beside you, covering his face with both hands.
“I hate lying. I’m gonna get grey fur from this.” You kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I love you.” “Aw~ you love me?” “Shut up.”
You fall asleep that night wrapped in a burrito, safe in his arms, and even if he complains the next morning, the way he keeps sneaking glances at you says he’d risk it again in a heartbeat.
Now Sebek tries to be stealthy. Tries really hard. Puts up his walls and declares he will not succumb to such foolish disobedience! But he already has. Because you’re in his room. Curled up in his bed. Wearing his oversized shirt. It’s a disaster. It’s wonderful.
Malleus has NO IDEA. Which, honestly? Makes Sebek more anxious than fighting blindfolded.
You, meanwhile, are delighted.
“Babe. Youre nervous.” “THAT IS A LIE.” “Your voice is louder than-.” “THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD—"
You clamp a hand over his mouth and hiss, “Shhh!”
Cue dramatic pacing. Cue Sebek swearing on his honor that if the Young Master walks in, you are to jump out the window and never look back.
Of course that’s when the knock comes.
“Sebek. I sensed unrest. Is everything alright?” “YOUNG MASTER! I—ALL IS WELL. DO NOT WORRY YOUR—YOUR HEAD.” You literally stuffing your face into the pillows to keep from laughing
Malleus, meanwhile, raises an eyebrow outside the door. He can feel another presence. One that makes Sebek’s aura thrum with warmth. He’s quiet. Then speaks.
“…Be careful, Sebek.” And walks away.
Sebek freezes. You peek up at him. “He knows, doesn’t he.”“I AM DOOMED, HUMAN.”
You snort and wrap your arms around him anyway. Doomed or not this is your favorite place to be.
So Deuce was totally against this at first.
“Yuu, what if we get caught?” he’d whispered sweating. “I’m still on thin ice with Riddle! I can’t get another demerit—I’ll die.”
And like. Yeah. Fair. But also? You pouted. You tugged on his sleeve. You gave him the eyes. What was he supposed to do, say no??
So here you are, tucked into Deuce’s bed, while he lies on top of the blanket next to you, eyes darting to the door every time the floor creaks.
And of course. OF COURSE.
Riddle knocks.
“Spade. I’m conducting a room inspection.”
Your souls leave your bodies.
Deuce leaps up, whisper-yelling “HIDE!” and you barely dive into the tiny closet before the door opens. You nearly trip over his boots, clutching his uniform jacket, heart hammering so loud you’re sure Riddle can hear it.
Meanwhile, Deuce is doing his best impression: standing at attention, sweating bullets, and praying Riddle doesn’t notice the two cups on his nightstand.
“Why are there two cups?” “Hydration, sir. I get double-thirsty.” Riddle suspiciously squint. You choke silently on a laugh
Miraculously Riddle moves on. After what feels like three years and a full background check he finally leaves.
Deuce sprints to the closet, throws the door open, and you fall into his arms like a ragdoll.
“I hate this,” he wheezes. “I hate how much I love this.”“So… tomorrow night too?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” (you’ll be back tomorrow night.)