Prompt: “That’s my name, please wear it out.”
Characters: All NRC
Masterlist: (1) (2)
A/N: Freeing this nonsense from my older drafts :p
They learn your name isn’t ‘Yuu’ — which is a mistake made by the dark mirror and nickname Crowley endorsed on the day you arrived. You’ve just been rolling with it since.
Until now.
You’ve applied for citizenship in their home country post-graduation and it hits them that…they don’t know your last name. Trying not to seem like a bad boyfriend, they sneak a peak at your official documents issued by Night Raven’s guardianship.
Only to learn that they apparently didn’t know your first name either. Wow. *low whistle* that is just….yeah. That’s something alright.
—
Riddle is floored. Considering he is a man of details, how on earth could he go four years without knowing your last name? While simultaneously misusing your first? He isn’t sure how to proceed. Should he be angry with himself for overlooking such an important matter, or angry at you for being so flippant? Both. The answer is both. He is going to be thinking about this for years.
“...Four years, and not once did you think to correct me?" He exhales, measured but tense. "That is either a remarkable lapse in judgment, or an astonishing lack of consideration. Do you have any idea how improper that is—on both our parts?!”
Cater makes a joke, insisting that this was your plan all along, huh? To assume a new identity the moment you weren’t tied to the Isle of Sages anymore? When you dock in the Queedom, will you disappear into the night? Good luck with that, sweetie. Under the jokes he is in mourning. He really liked the nickname YuuYuu. Even if you tell him it’s okay to use, he just can’t.
“Aww, babe, that is so shady of you but kind of iconic, not gonna lie." He laughs, then winces. "I cannot believe you really pulled the whole identity swap trope on me. AH! I've been hashtagging the wrong name for years! My brand is about to be in shambles.”
Trey thinks of all the times you’ve called him a pushover (affectionate). As if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. How could you look him in the eye for four years and tell him to be more open, when you’ve been allowing an entire campus call you by the wrong name? Is he really the laid back one in this relationship here? God it’s ‘the girl with the green ribbon’ story all over again. When was he going to find out, when you’re both senile in a nursing home?
“Your name is … nice?" He adjusts his glasses slightly, if not a bit awkward. "I don’t know how I’m supposed to react in this situation. Just give me a second. Maybe sixty.”
Deuce is stuck remembering all the times he’s doodled your name in the margines of his notebook. He feels a bit slighted, did you not trust him? Did you think he wouldn’t believe you if you told him the truth? What’s he going to tell his mom? It already took a hour to convince her that ‘Yuu’ was your actual name and not some sick joke. You made him a liar! Dylla is not going to let him live this down. It’s 100% being mentioned to every party guest at your wedding and in her speech too.
“I already told my mom your name was Yuu!" He groans loudly, genuinely distressed "Do you know how hard that was to explain? Stop — stop laughing damn it! She is never going to forget this!”
Ace. Who doesn’t care. You’re ‘Yuu’. It’s what he’s called you these past four years and what he’ll keep calling you until the day you die. If you had a problem with it, you should’ve correct him before. Sorry, not sorry (secretly a bit miffed). Jokes aside — he takes absolutely no time getting over it and just mashes the names together into a nickname that sounds new levels of wrong. That becomes your permanent title.
“You just let me look stupid all this time, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “That’s messed up. So…do I get to pick now, or are we pitching names in magnets on the fridge like you’re a newborn? ‘Cause I’m cool with either.”
Leona is drifting through every thought he has ever had about you for the past for years. Your name spoken in his dreams, stuck on his tongue each time he watched you walk away. Etched in his eyelids and written in the red glow when sun blinds him awake in the morning. Spoken from his chest during moments of binding intimacy. All those moments now tainted by that damned Crow. He’s pissed you never once corrected him. Out of spite, you lose name privileges for an entire day. That old title of ‘herbivore’ coming back after a three year drought. In truth, he’s just buying a bit of time to figure himself out. Even though you’re the one who let him, calling you by the wrong name is a disrespect he cannot believe you allowed an entire campus get away with.
“Tch. So all this time, you let everyone get your name wrong and just sat there. If it bothered you, you should’ve said something.” He clicks his tongue, looking away. “You know what? Fine. Don’t make me out as the idiot for taking you at your word, herbivore.”
Ruggie writes your name on a piece of notebook paper and clips it to your collar. Makes sure to do it in the biggest red marker he can find too, so people know exactly what they’re seeing. He’s got secrets, yeah. Sure. Not from you though. Did you seriously expect him to take one look at that file and let it go? Do you have any idea how important it is to have your documents right (or at least convincing forgeries)? Never-mind that you’ve had him write home to his Grandma about you with the wrong name. For four years. She’s actually going to kill him for this. You are aware that hyena households are matriarchal, right?
“You know how hard it is to keep paperwork straight?” He taps the file against your head like it is obvious. “If you were gonna be all mysterious, you could’ve picked a better time. Sheesh. Gran's gonna have my tail for this...”
Jack can’t stop staring. His whole body went stiff and he forgot that it was just supposed to be a subtle glance over your shoulder. Now there’s this hunk of meat breathing down your neck, looming there like the words will change if he stares hard enough — because how. How do you go four years with someone and not tell them your real name? He feels even worse once you tell him the reason why you let everyone call you ‘Yuu’.
“…Oh.” His ears twitch, and his terse expression softens when you explain why you didn’t correct anyone. “So that’s why, huh.” A pause. “I get why you did it, but I wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me sooner. We could've set the record straight together. as a team.”
Azul dumps all your name-tags out on his desk for prime viewing. Mostro Lounge. Sams. Student ID. Newspaper Club ID. He does the same for all your old documentations. Train tickets, movie stubs, class schedules, etc. Don’t ask why he has these. Definitely not because they’re the only proof that you exist. Anyways. What do they all say? Oh, ‘Yuu’? And what is your name? Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Never-mind that you could’ve used this to cheese him out of a contract. He can’t believe you’ve held such an Ace up your sleeve and did not use it once.
“Fascinating. You had the perfect loophole and chose not to exploit it.” He exhales, somewhere between impressed and irritated. “I don’t know whether to applaud your restraint or question your judgment.”
Jade just found out your dirty little secret. He always had an inkling that you were hiding something from him. Yet the sense he got was unlike that of debtors intentionally fabricating stories. To him, a name is but a string of letters. Although this is good to know for when binding matters are concerned.
“I had wondered what you were withholding.” Jade chuckles into his closed fist. “But I must admit, I did not expect it to be something so straightforward.”
Floyd gets your last name and then instantly forgets it. Kidding! Does it really matter, when your last name is going to be ‘Leech’ anyway? For a long time he assumed you didn’t have one and was already content with sharing. Your first name is interesting. He thinks Crowley sucks for making an entire campus call you by somethin’ you’re not…but to Floyd, you’re always going to be ‘Shrimpy’. (He uses your given name often later on. Azul is Azul. Jade is Jade. When the time comes, you will be yourself too.)
“Hehe, that’s so weird. I thought you just didn’t have one, like a stray or somethin’.” Floyd grins, leaning closer. “Your last name’s gonna be Leech soon anyway, so who cares?”
Kalim feels guilty. Like the kind of guilt that gets passed down six generations. Despite his large family, he's made an effort to learn the names of all his siblings and cousins. Yet he's been addressing the literal love of his life as a pronoun?! You might think it's hilarious but this sweet summer child has an existential crisis. Naturally he'll laugh it off if you do, but it's like he's 16 again and there are important things about the people he cares about flying over his head. For the next week, expect him to overuse your name. Although, he is a bit sad. He's called you 'Yuu' for so long and he can't exactly forget how much love was poured into each time he spoke it. He still calls you Yuu sometimes out of habit, catches himself, then laughs it off, switching back and forth without much care.
“Wait—so I’ve just been calling you the wrong name this whole time?!” He laughs, a little too loud to sound natural. “No way — say it again, we can start over! Hi, I'm Kalim 'Al Asim. It's nice to meet you!”
Jamil is wondering how you've managed to survive this long. He knows for a fact that you've been to the doctor. Mainly because it was his butt seated in the waiting room with the same six shoddy pop-songs stuck on loop for two hours. Pure torture but necessary since you apparently had to be forced there. So just...why didn't you correct him when filling out forms back then? Better yet, why didn't you correct him at literally any point in time? It's been four years. Even if you were apprehensive at first for very valid reasons....seriously? This is how he finds out? He's honestly impressed you can keep a secret, considering you text him about eggshells in your cake or when someone sneezed a fart during class. Someone...help him.
“Four years.” He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ll tell me every minor detail of your life, but this is what you decide to keep to yourself?”
Epel does a spit take. You’ll need to request a new, laminated copy, alongside a change of shirt. This one’s been drenched in apple juice and crumpled from when he all but snatched the papers from your hands. Subtly be damned — you mean to tell him he’s been simpering and whimpering over the wrong name for four long years? What if he got it tattooed on his blastcycle?! Or carved into a ring box, huh?! Ah. No. He wasn’t going to do that. Forget everything he just said! Hells…if he wasn’t close to graduating too, he’d take the detention just to tell Crowley off. How the heck could you let this sort of thing go!
“What do you mean that ain’t your real name?!” He coughs, then wipes at the mess on his shirt with a horrified look. “Hells, I knew Crowley was negligent, but this is ridiculous. You’re lucky I’m tryin’ not to get detention, else I ought to go have a word with 'im myself."
Rook cannot believe there was something about you that he did not know. He resigned the knowledge of your last name to time and convenience — but to mistake your first? The revelation is both a thrilling miracle and an utter travesty! The mere thought that you haven’t spoken your own name in four years? Oh, you know his heart is shattered when not a word of purple prose escapes him. Yet he cannot sulk. No. The name ‘Yuu’ is still so special. It is the name that dots every love letter, every thought, every passion that has consumed him for four years. He welcomes your birth name as the dawn of a new era, seeing you as a vibrant blossom finally in bloom within Twisted Wonderland.
"Je te vois, mon cher, and yet there was still a part of you I had not known.” He closes his eyes for a moment, almost savoring the revelation. “A secret so intimate, so tenderly kept, and now at last revealed to the one who adores every facet of you.”
Vil loses his decorum for a brief moment. The documents are plucked from your hands, his unoccupied one grasps your bicep so that you don’t just run off on him. He points to the nearest chair and makes you sit while he skims through all of NRC’s paperwork. Your personal details are not his business and Vil is all for privacy…but he honestly has no idea what you were thinking. You do understand that you have the right to stand up for yourself, yes? Even if you wished to keep being called ‘Yuu’ — which based on your story, he assumes is false, did you not think to tell your lover? It seems a discussion about confidence is due…and an aspirin. Maybe two.
“Even if you tolerated it, why would you not correct me?” His eyes narrow slightly. “Confidence is not optional, especially when it concerns your own identity.”
Idia short circuits. His palms are moister than they get after a 24hr code jam. Not even the time crunch of a same-day deadline can get him like this. He really is the worst boyfriend in existence. Not only did it take years for you to receive proper documentation — y’know, proof of your existence so you can’t just go ‘poof’ on him someday? But to be called something like ‘Yuu’ which he is realizing in real time is just ‘You’. Wow. That’s so messed up. Why are you with him? Why didn’t you correct him? Why didn’t he think to check your stats before? Holy shit. Keyboard smash in his chest and everything.
“W-Wait—so ‘Yuu’ is literally just… ‘you’?” He stares at you like his brain just blue-screened. “How did I not catch that? I’ve min-maxed entire RPGs but couldn’t fact-check my own relationship? — god, what is wrong with me?!”
Malleus wanes as if his entire world has been flipped upside down. You were his first friend. His first and last love. Yet he cannot be remiss with you for holding your name close to your heart. He did the same when you first met, after all. Except Malleus’ ruse lasted some months while yours has held strong this entire relationship. Malleus cannot believe he’s been completely in the dark for four years. What bothers him most is that you may have gone forever without sharing this with him. Names are bonding for fae. Did you intend to bind yourself to his one day, but not allow him to do the same? Don’t bother checking the weather forecast. A monsoon is on the way with three days of heavy rain.
“Ah… I see.” He studies you with a look steady, almost aching. “Your name is not a small thing, child of man. It is a part of you, and I wish I had been worthy of cherishing it sooner.. You need not fear giving it to me now. Whether you are called by the name this world gave you or the one you were born with, I will always know exactly who stands before me.”
Lilia plays it in good fun. Anytime someone asks after ‘Yuu’, he plays dumb. Even if you’re right there. One of his little students asks about his partner? Oh, sorry dearie. They’re not around anymore but have you met my new sweetheart? Then he introduces you by your given name, and suddenly you have to explain to a class of five year olds that their teacher is a jerk who will not be getting the lunch you’ve come to drop off. Lilia’s another one who doesn’t hold himself too harshly for not knowing. Names hold power, yes. Although he’s begun to accept that one such as ‘Vanrouge’ can be desired, even though it is stained in unfathomable amounts of blood. He is just waiting for you to accept it.
“If it makes you feel better, I shall pretend to be scandalized for your sake.” He grins, utterly delighted. “But between us, dearie? I rather like that I can get to know you all over again.”
Sebek deems this as a betrayal. You could point out to him that for the first year you both spent together, he hardly used your name at all. You corrected him for calling you ‘human’ countless times back then and yet he never listened until reality slapped him in the face. Even now he still relapses on occasion, to which he apologizes. Except that reminder would only serve to upset him further. Sebek expects you to hold him at the highest regard. Even if the entire world calls you ‘Yuu’ and you were okay with it, as your partner it is his responsibility to ensure you are not just satisfied, but comfortable. Uplifted. Your name is your legacy. Wear it with pride.
“You should have corrected everyone immediately!” He’s already halfway to pacing. “No, do not look at me like that. This is a matter of honor, as your true name is part of your dignity. You will not be forced to wear a name that is not yours if I have anything to say about it."
Silver is overcome with a deep sense of melancholy. For most of his life, he went without a last name. Which is why seeing ‘Vanrougue’ written next to his person is still an adjustment. A fond one, but an adjustment nonetheless. Yet this overwhelming sensation is actually attributed to the fact that with the name ‘Vanrouge,’ it was like the world finally recognized him. He wonders how you must have felt to be given a new name in a new place and thrust into this new life. ‘Yuu’ is just one piece of who you are. He wants to know the person behind your true name. To see all of you.
“I see.” His expression turns thoughtful, a little sad around the edges. “Then you have been carrying a name that was never fully yours while building a life around it. I understand a little of that feeling. Having my name finally given to me is what made the world feel real. I wonder if it feels the same for you now."
Context: Being a decent person is quite a rare thing in NRC and many of the students there wanted to have some time with you, but your inner circle of friends won't let that slide at all. Here are some of their reaction to someone bothering their time with you.
Other dorms: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia (The last one)
Sebek⚡
Silver ⚔
Lilia 🦇
Malleus 🐲
Thanks for following the second series with such fever– like damn. I'll be back for more in... who knows really, please don't expect much! Rosie is just one person :3
While courting, crocodiles can be surprisingly tender, involving much touching of snouts, rubbing of necks, blowing of bubbles and resting of heads on each other’s backs.
Sebek Zigvolt! Whose face grew crimson at your utter lack of decorum, as he so nicely put it, when you’d fallen asleep on his back after one of Vargas’s more tiring lessons - what? You’d groaned, ignoring all of his minimal at best attempts to push you off, further curling into him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, completely oblivious to the poor first-year’s inner turmoil. You insolent little -! Fine, he’d allow just this once. (Lies. He wouldn’t mind even if you did it daily.) Calloused hand now usually placed against the back of your neck while walking, fingertips pressed against your nape, so gently, almost like he was afraid holding onto you too tightly would shatter you, all while his posture remained ramrod straight and face flushed a pretty pink, as if he was embarrassed from doing something intimate…oh well, you wouldn’t expect any less from your favourite emotionally constipated croc <33 Running up to you one day brandishing two bubble wands like they were swords, loudly complaining about the brainless humans(who really were just confused onlookers wondering why the two of you were blowing bubbles at the courtyard), before immediately flipping and complimenting your excellent bubble-blowing form(red-eared all the while, waving his bubble wand back and forth like he was doing something important. Cute.) Stiffly asking one day if he had permission, permission to what, exactly, you weren’t so sure but hey - why not? Steeling yourself for whatever Sebek had in store for you, only for something hard to bump rather awkwardly into your forehead, another thing pressed against your nose… eh? His hands cradled carefully around your face to rub his nose against yours, so positively red you couldn’t help but giggle - a bad decision, on your part, because you quickly lost your footing and fell onto the grass, sending poor Sebek tumbling down with you(Whatever, it wasn’t like he cared that much, anyway - not when you were laughing like that, eyes ceased at the corners and cheeks ruddy). Barging into your room for the umpteeth time the next week, a hint of nervousness in his tone - “Lilia has arranged a meeting with you. It is only expected of him - my parents are currently unavailable to assess my mate, so he will do it in their stead. Pardon? Of course, I’m referring to you! Have you gone mad?” Madly oblivious, sure, but hey - a boyfriend’s a boyfriend, especially since it was your fav croc ;)
While courting, bats will douse themselves with perfume, sing or scream to express desire, as well as engage in mutual grooming and wing-flicking.
Lilia Vanrouge! Whose grin widened like a Cheshire's when you invited him out for an impromptu karaoke session, and even more so when he caught a whiff of your new perfume - “My, my, how bold ~” …eh? Resting his chin on closed fists, as he watched you belt out a popular song with a sickeningly dreamy look in his eyes, before choosing his own song with all the seriousness of an army general leading his troops to war, cheerfully screeching into the karaoke mic death metal, beaming at you with a proud grin after the song ended(well, Cater did mention he liked metal, so this probably wasn’t out of the ordinary, right?). Dousing himself with copious amounts of strong perfume right before attending any of his classes that you were in to the point that the entirety of Diasomnia knew what the two - mostly one - were up to, sending you looks of mild annoyance whenever they caught you and Lilia walking by(“Just say yes already, i don’t know how much more of this lovey-dovey nonsense I can stand -“ “There’s a betting pool if you’re interested -“ “Oh, really?”). Unexpectedly rough hands becoming touchier and grabby with you, if possible, now always semi-permanently glued to your body, whether it be simply running his fingers through your hair(oh-so gently brushing out knots or the occasional tangle with the care so unlike his usual reckless demeanour, almost like he was worried pulling a little too sharply would harm you) or barging randomly into your dorm for impromptu self-care nights, armed with face masks from Pomefiore and a old movie in hand(eyes gazing into yours a little too adoringly when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder halfway through, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair back, humming sweetly as he draped a blanket over your shoulders - he’d have to rummage through your kitchen to prepare you a wonderful meal when you woke up…he was sure you wouldn’t mind too much, now <33 Face turning a shade of pink he would have giggled at when you decided to surprise him by randomly appearing from behind and almost screaming his name, his raspberry-red eyes widened in delight, voice awed and nearly breathless, taking your hands in his, with a stupidly lovestruck look in his eyes - “Does this mean… you’ve finally accepted me? Oh, I should tell Silver right away! He’d be delighted to have another parent - hm? Did you really think we’d become mates without me introducing you to my family? Goodness beastie, what a funny thought! Come along now, you can meet the rest over dinner!” :))))
While courting, dragons may offer their potential mate treasures from their own hoard, as well as show displays of power to win their affection. Inviting their potential mate to their hoard is considered to be a sacred act, as well as an agreement to the courtship.
Malleus Draconia! Who had been acting even more socially inept than usual - awkwardly offering you gems and necklaces and brooches which you were sure cost more than you could ever spend in your lifetime, right next to delicately carved stone gargoyles(that took you quite a while to find a place for, but no worries), along with frequently alarming actions that anyone else would’ve been scared of - such as Malleus nearly flooding the school after you tried to get up from your lunch table to get water, Malleus snapping a tree cleanly in half after Rook had been ‘observing’ the two of you, Malleus stepping on your keychain which had fallen off your bag, causing him to despair and cause rainstorms for three days… ah, good times, good times(and probably nothing more to the way his emerald green eyes seemed to glisten at you when you told him that breaking your keychain was fine, since it was an accident, and such a small thing wouldn’t deter you from being his friend… yeah, probably nothing.) Inviting you out to visit his room one day with a rare flush to his pale cheeks, pointed ears reddened to their tips - odd, but this was a normal friend activity, right?? Flushing an even deeper shade of scarlett when you admired his hoard collection of pennants and souvenirs gifted to him from Lilia, happily recounting all of the outlandish stories he’d been told by him as he grew up, eyes blown wide like a surprised cat’s after you’d told him you’d love to experience those places, places he’d only ever heard of since birth, with him - “Did you… did you really mean that?” Avoiding your gaze like an embarrassed schoolgirl all of a sudden, usually composed face tinted pink, something so worrying you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, just to check in case of an odd fae illness - something which only led to Malleus staring at you like a particularly strange animal, only for him to sigh(dreamily?) and lean into your warm touch, closing his eyes shut. (He really was sick, then. He had to be. After all, his body temperature was oddly hot, and his pulse seemed to be growing faster by the minute.) Humming a new tune - a song Lilia used to sing for him when he was young, apparently - the day after, appearing in your front door like he’d been summoned, lips curling upwards the minute he’d since your face, in all its just-woken-up-bedheaded glory. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I’ve already informed Lilia of our relationship, and he has approved. Though, those senators seem less… excited about our future, but no matter. We should leave for Briar Valley in a few days time - I’m sure they’ll have a change of heart after meeting my lovely future head consort in person, and if not… well, I’ll simply just have to do some convincing.” ;)))
BONUS:
While courting, humans don't usually rest on each other’s backs, scream to profess their love, nor do they typically invite potential mates to their hoard - but neither were they raised and surrounded by fae, so Silver certainly was a different case altogether.
Silver! Who had decided to ask his fellow peers for advice on how to properly court you - hence, Sebek. “INTIATE INTIMATE TOUCH!” was his junior’s advice, which turned out…okay. His original plan of going on a walk in the forest together had been a massive fail, falling asleep on a bench when you’d asked to take a break - his head perched on your shoulder, long eyelashes fluttered shut, near silent snores escaping his barely opened lips. (Not like you minded much. Silver falling asleep on you was becoming a common occurrence, the more you spoke to him.) His second attempt at wooing you coming directly from his fa - Lilia, himself - to invite you out for a karaoke date. Which was fun - until Silver’s song of choice came on, a song Lilia had strongly recommended to ‘properly show them you’re interested’… a decision he’d later come to regret, after being hit in the face with heavy bass and its singer letting out an unholy shriek. Though he did try his best to sing along, which turned out… interesting. His voice hoarse from all that screaming and shouting, leading to him being confined to his room due to his unbearably sore throat, sighing wistfully and staring out his window, watching the blue birds chirp and squirrels climb up trees, deep in thought…(why wasn’t any of his courting methods working? Should he ask Kalim for help next?) Jolting up when Malleus barged in, in his own polite way, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke,”Your beloved has arrived with soup. I believe they are here to assist you. Lilia has already let them in. Good luck.” Face tinted a soft pink when you sat down on his bed and offered him a flask of chicken soup(that he was extremely grateful for, after politely refusing Lilia’s many attempts to feed him his strange concoctions), auroral eyes locked onto your gaze, so intently focused on you that he tipped over the thermos of soup, apologising over and over as he felt you do a once-over on him, fingertips lightly patting him down, eyes scanning him for injuries. “I love you.” The words escaping his mouth before he could stop himself, eyes blown open by his own directness, even more so when you flushed a shade of pink he found absolutely charming, reciprocating his feelings. Wait…really? Smiling giddily like an idiot after you’d accepted his confession, opening the door to walk you back to your dorm, only to see Lilia, Sebek and Malleus to tumble out, presumably listening in to the entire thing. Looking up at you with an apologetic smile, holding onto your hand just a little bit tighter, as if trying to reassure you -“I hope you weren’t too surprised… they might be a little much, but it's okay, because i love you, and I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as i do.” :))))
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sypnosis. the twst boys drinking an aphrodisiac on accident.
pairings (seperate). rook hunt x reader, vil schoenheit x reader, trey clover x reader, cater diamond x reader, leona kingscholar x reader, ruggie bucchi x reader, azul ashengrotto x reader, jade leech x reader, floyd leech x reader, malleus draconia x reader, idia shroud x reader, lilia vanrouge x reader, silver vanrouge x reader, jamil viper x reader
tags / warnings. reader is yuu/prefect, this is set after book 7 so all characters are aged up, established relationship, suggestive themes though nothing overly explicit, the twst boys being all pathetic and needy
word count. 2.2k (150-250 words each)
A/N. i have clear favoritism when it comes to writing so my bad WHOOPS
♡ Rook Hunt
The substance doesn’t take effect right away, it’s slow—painfully so. Rook could feel it, yet chooses to ignore it. Focusing instead on his responsibilities for the day—until night falls and leaves him alone with his thoughts. And all of them lead to you. Not just your presence, but your touch, your warmth, the way your laughter settles in his chest, the mere thought of you made him helpless, selfishly wanting more than just the thought of you, he wanted you. So, in the dead of night, he goes to Ramshackle. You’re asleep on your bed when he appears outside your window, the trees swaying quietly behind him. He taps on the glass, quiet though loud enough to catch your attention. When you stir, he’s already there. The window slides open, suddenly he’s beside your bed, kneeling, breath uneven, on his knees, eyes bright with something vulnerable. He reaches for your hand, guiding it to his cheek, leaning into your touch absentmindedly. “Mon amour, let me feel your touch tonight.” He says voice almost pleading.
♡ Vil Schoenheit
Vil had only asked for a cup of herbal tea during his break between takes. Nothing more, nothing unusual. He never imagined that something extra had been mixed into it—until a strange restlessness began to take hold of him. By then, filming had to be wrapped up early. With his composure slipping, he returns to his room in a hurry, heart pounding, thoughts fixed on only one thing. You. You’re sprawled on his bed, the same sight he saw before he left but now the sight of you made his heart ache with need. He crosses the room in seconds, taking hold of your shoulders and resting his forehead against the curve of your neck, breath uneven. “My dear, please—” he pleads with desperation in his voice as he guides your hands to hold him close, clinging as though your presence alone might steady him. The flawless model, the untouchable star—Vil Schoenheit was losing his restraint, starting to unravel in your presence. And you’re the only one he’d ever get this desperate and needy for.
♡ Leona Kingscholar
Leona doesn’t realize he’s consumed anything unusual—not until on a random evening, he’s restless and irritable without reason. He doesn’t like feeling like this, feeling like he’s growing desperate, drawn to your touch he’s spent so long pretending he doesn’t want. And pride, as always, keeps him silent, but not for long. You’re sat nearby on a chair, reading away as Leona stares bullets through you—he was practically purring just at the sight of you, his tail lazily swaying back and forth, his mind hazed with thoughts better left unsaid. After a moment, his tail curls around your wrist, drawing your attention as he meets your gaze. “…Need you.” Leona purrs, voice dripping with anticipation and desperation.
♡ Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie’s downright shameless when it comes to food, but that same shamelessness is what got him stuck like this. He looks completely miserable, sprawled across his bed with the sheets in disarray, one hand resting on his forehead while his breathing comes out uneven, his skin damp with sweat. When you come to visit him in his dorm room, he moves his hand away from his face, only to see you standing there—the exact person he wishes wouldn’t see him like this, vulnerable, not to mention needy. A quiet growl slips past his lips as he tries to keep himself in check, but the second you reach out to touch him, checking his temperature, whatever restraint he had left snaps. He leans in your touch almost instinctively, he’s practically purring now, very loudly so.
♡ Cater Diamond
This was uncool of him, so not Magicam worthy, Cater thinks to himself. He doesn’t even know what he ate or drank to put him in such a vulnerable position like this, was it the spicy ramen he ate or the smoothie he had? Still, he can’t bring himself to care. His thoughts were hazed with images of you, images of you that weren’t exactly, appropriate. You consumed his thoughts like second skin, and he hates how badly he’s craving your presence. He lies on his bed, looking miserable as he taps at his phone. “Come over, need you.” He types out, he’s polite about it—for now. And when you do come over? He isn’t wasting a second, he’s all up on you the second he lays his sights on you.
♡ Trey Clover
Well, this isn’t good, is it? Just a little while ago, he had been baking a lemon tart, not expecting the lemon stimulant he mixed in to hit him this hard. The worst part was how slowly it took effect, creeping through his system bit by bit. Now Trey’s left trying to steady his breathing, his glasses sitting crooked on his face while sweat trails down the side of his neck. When a knock echoes through his dorm, he forces himself upright, using whatever little strength he has left to make it to the door. The moment he pulls it open, he’s met with you—your expression filled with worry, and that’s where his restraint finally gives out. He pulls you inside quickly, locking the door before guiding you to sit on the edge of his bed. Dropping to his knees, he rests his head against your lap, his hands settling along your thighs as if to ground himself. “Sorry about that… I just—need you right now,” he murmurs, his voice low and strained.
♡ Azul Ashengrotto
Was it the tea Jade had prepared him this morning? Whatever it was, it left him unable to carry out his responsibilities for the day. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening—heat lingered under his skin, his head felt light, and frustration kept building the more he tried to ignore it. He ends up in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face, hoping it’ll snap him out of it, but it barely helps. He just stares at his reflection, frustrated and unsure of what to even do next. A part of him wanted to come to you, to find you and lean against your touch he was so ever craving—but to his better judgement he keeps himself locked inside his room, holding onto the shirt you left behind in his dorm, the faint scent of you still clinging to the fabric. And gosh, he knew whatever he’s doing was highly inappropriate and wrong, but by the sevens was he craving you so badly.
♡ Jade Leech
He could feel the effect of the substance almost immediately, and it just began to grow increasingly more intense the more he ignored it. By the time his duties at the Mostro Lounge were done, the feeling had settled deep enough that ignoring it was no longer an option. Without sending word ahead, he finds himself heading straight to Ramshackle to see you. He greets you like he always does—same careful posture, same polished composure, the same irritatingly calm smile resting on his lips. Yet something about him feels off. Something you can’t place your finger on. “Prefect, you wouldn’t mind if I intrude on such short notice—do you?” he asks, voice smooth and even as ever. Before you can properly answer, he lets himself inside as he drags you himself to your room, locking the door as his last bits of composure slip. He loosens the bow at his collar, undoing a button at his neckline as his eyes remain locked onto you—filled with desperation and something far more predatory. It sent chills down your spine, but you couldn’t bring yourself to run. He closes the distance between you, leaning over you as you lay down, the mattress dipping beneath you. His razor-sharp teeth graze the curve of your neck before he bites down, not hard enough to cause you to bleed, but hard enough for you to feel it. Whatever follows is left behind closed doors.
♡ Floyd Leech
Floyd had felt the effect of the aphrodisiac almost immediately, and by every passing hour he was growing increasingly irritable and restless. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t attend basketball practice like normal, he was out of it—and it just made him more bothered than he already is. By noon, his thoughts were completely taken over by you, replaying in his mind over and over until it was all he could focus on. A faint flush spread across his cheeks, and patience had never been one of Floyd’s strong suits to begin with. So, instead of trying to ignore it, he decides to find you. He appears behind you in the courtyard, his breath hot against your ear. When you looked at him, he offered a sharp, almost teasing smile, jagged teeth showing. Without a word, he guided you behind a nearby tree, pressing you gently against its trunk. Resting his forehead lightly on your shoulder, his hands lingered near you, hesitant yet unwilling to move away. He was noticeably more quiet than his usual self, and that alone said everything you wanted to know.
♡ Idia Shroud
Idia had tried out a new energy drink, but unbeknownst to him—the energy drink had a lemon stimulant mixed in it. Well, that’s his fault for not reading the label on the can before trying it out. Now he’s lying in bed, sweat beading on his skin, the tips of his blue-flamed hair flickering bright pink. A knock at the door catches him off guard—he wasn’t expecting anyone. He opens it cautiously, leaving just a small gap. And there you are, clearly worried about him. On instinct, he steps back, and despite knowing better, you follow him inside. He collapses onto his bed, trapped by your presence as your hand brushes against his neck to check for a fever. Almost automatically, he leans into your touch. When you try to pull away, he gently grabs your wrist and presses it to his cheek, melting into the contact as if he can’t get enough of it.
♡ Malleus Draconia
The aphrodisiac settled into Malleus’s system painfully slow—so slowly that he didn’t even notice until he woke the next morning. He brushed it off as just feeling a little unwell, which, of course, had Sebek worried and scrambling. But Malleus laughed it off, insisting it was nothing and just the seasons catching up to him. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. By evening, he was barely holding on to the last bits of composure he had left—until you appeared. Concerned, attentive, and somehow more captivating than ever. His eyes traced your features, lingering on your face, then your neck, betraying a desire he could no longer hide. Before you could react, he pulls you close, holding you at his waist as green sparks swirl around you both. In an instant, you find yourself inside his dorm room. “I’m sorry for bringing you here on such short notice, but I need you,” he murmurs, guiding you gently onto his bed. The tension between you is undeniable, and from there, it’s clear exactly where the night is headed.
♡ Silver Vanrouge
Silver had already felt the change in himself—the heat spreading through his body, the air suddenly feeling heavier, his thoughts clouded with nothing but you. Against his better judgment, he tries to sleep it off. Keyword, tries. It doesn’t work. The harder he forces himself to rest, the stronger the effect becomes, creeping deeper into his system. He knows he needs you, but he also knows he can’t give in to impulse. So he’s left lying in his bed, trapped with thoughts of you that are far too intense to say out loud or show.
♡ Lilia Vanrouge
Everyone knew Lilia wasn’t exactly fond of cooking—it was hardly a secret. But now, his carelessness in the kitchen had finally caught up with him. Maybe pouring a random bottle into his soup wasn’t his smartest move, but at the time, it seemed harmless enough. At first, he didn’t notice anything unusual. He went about his day as usual, confident in his composure. Then it hit him, slowly at first, and then all at once. He tried to playfully scare you while hanging upside down, as he sometimes did, only to stumble and knock his head in the process. He laughed it off, blaming it on a lack of sleep, but he knew better than that. His body didn’t lie. By evening, he’s a completely different person—pathetic, utterly undone. How could someone who was once a general end up in a state like this?
♡ Jamil Viper
The aphrodisiac hit Jamil like a bullet. At first, he brushed it off, thinking it was just the usual heat, and paid little attention. But soon, it became impossible to ignore—he fumbled through his tasks, over-seasoned his dishes with too much pepper, spilled water, and even zoned out during class. Kalim insisted he take a break, and he tried to, truly—but rest felt out of reach. Of course, ever so concerned and worried for your boyfriend, you visit him. But you were his weakness. Once he laid his eyes on you, he grabs you by the shoulders as he sits you down on his bed, his breath unmistakably heavier. “Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his eyes focused on you as he leans in, both of your lips clashing.
☆Embarrassing (cute) things they did before you started dating!☆
with diasomnia! ☆ >masterlist< ☆
Malleus-When did he become this easy to read? When was he this… cute? He often forgets his regal way of carrying himself when he’s with you. When you refuse his invitation, you could practically see a pout on his face! Finding himself in front of your door, he knocks politely, despite the pouring rain outside. Upon opening the door, all you could think about is how he resembled a sopping wet cat. You even catch him sneezing, water droplets dripping from his hair. Isn’t he able to block rain? Little did you know, he was a little too excited to see you. From the looks of it, he noticed it too, looking away from you to calm himself down. A slight blush began to bloom on his neck when he turned.
Lilia- His age was showing, in unexpected ways. Honestly, he never expected to get this far. It started as a fun way to tease you, so why was he actually going through with it? From holding doors for you to pulling the chair back before you sit… wasn’t he practically courting you? Thank goodness he caught himself before he went too far, heavens, he’d even asked if you had received his ‘correspondence’ yet! Surely you would just pass it off as him being the kind and welcoming person he is, right? Despite this, he still continues gifting you thoughtful presents and even holds your hand gently while both of you walk down the staircase.
Silver- Everything seems so much funnier when you say it. He smiles a lot more around you, if you’re lucky, you catch him laughing. Soft giggles that are rarely heard. Even when you’re not telling stories or funny (lame) jokes, he still finds himself staring at you, almost fondly. He never really notices when he’s smiling, unconsciously laughing alongside you. Maybe it’s just… you? When you realised, it all made sense. No wonder the birds and squirrels started coming over, to listen in.
Sebek-He somehow always finds an excuse to offer you his jacket. Too cold? A jacket is thrown at you. Raining? While running, you notice Sebek rushing to the rescue. If you accidentally spill something on your uniform, he’s the first one to lend you his jacket. Of course, he does it in his own way. Through thoughtful nagging and lecturing, you could still feel the warmth behind his words. Though, you probably missed when he would cough awkwardly, watching you wear his jacket with a tinge of blush on his cheeks, glancing away and back again. It’s his duty… totally.
Can I request headcanon with the second years, like they really like reader so they court them, but in reader's tradition that is something disrespect or rude? No need to write this if you feel uncomfortable, sorry my english is not good. Have a good day💗
SORRY I INSULTED YOU- I THOUGHT WE WERE FLIRTING!
SYPN: While attempting to woo you, they accidentally insult you, not knowing it would be disrespectful in your culture.
Riddle was hosting the typical unbirthday party. You went to sit beside him, judging by the extra leniency he'd given you, not to mention his excessive politeness towards you, it felt safe to assume he was into you enough to let you sit at his side. Before you could sit down though, "Don't sit there." Riddle stated bluntly. His posture was perfect, hands folded in his lap, chin lifted up, completely stoic. Like he was completely unphased at the fact that he was telling you to move away from him. "You must sit at the farthest seat, over there." Riddle pointed to the chair across the winding table from him, Ace had a teasing look on his face, whispering "Oooooo!", as he nudged his elbow into your side. What was this guy's problem, making you sit so far away from him after dropping so many hints...!
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Riddle kept his posture perfect, trying his best to keep his professional demeanor. The other students were chattering, the usual hustle and bustle of an unbirthday party, yet Riddle couldn't help but feel incredibly nervous. Expected since he was basically about to confess his love after months of preparing. Swallowing his nerves, Riddle watched as you approached. Before you got comfortable, he interrupted "Don't sit there." He held his head high, trying to seem confident as possible. It seemed like everyone at the party looked surprised, even that annoying ginger card soldier let out a playful coo at you. Not that Riddle was really paying attention to that, far too busy listening to his heart try to not tear out of his chest. The king must always sit opposite of the queen after all.
RUGGIE BUCCHI
Approach/avoid, try and get romantic, but if the advances aren't immediately reacted to, get distant, then try again later.
This was infuriating. Ruggie was obviously into you, but before you could make a move back, he'd run off! Not once, not twice, not thrice, but a near uncountable amount of times, Ruggie has approached you, with obvious romantic interest. Getting sweet with you, getting you exclusive things and opportunities, even getting you gifts- both handmade and from his limited income- and yet! Right before you can pay him back for all he's done, he ghosts you, ignores you, and blatantly ignores you if you enter a room. That dumb grin, what was he trying to get out of you!?
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Ruggie knows the courting rules as well as he knew the back of his own hand, his grandma wouldn't have it any other way. "If the one you're trying to court isn't immediately reciprocal, try again later, they aren't into you." Ruggie has been trying his hand for months with you, his labors of love coming from hand to pay check. Waiting. Yet for some reason, you just weren't taking the bait! Ruggie was sure he had memorized at least your basic interests down, yet when he presented you with a gift, you'd just smile and nod. Nothing in response. Not physical affection, not trying to hang out later, not trying to gift him something back (though he didn't really blame you for this, he didn't want to make the gifts predicable enough for you to gift back the next second.) If you weren't into him yet, he wasn't set on giving up now!
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Show dominance, power! But be incredibly cautious, always be ready to run away at a moments notice.
Azul had been looming over your shoulder for what felt like forever. The octoboy had been basically following you everywhere, offering a job at his questionably moral lounge occasionally. He'd flaunt his 'status' at any chance he got, how much the lounge earned, how the other students feared and respected him, along with various other accomplishments you couldn't dare to keep track of. It was honestly getting pretty.. annoying. It seemed like he was just trying to recruit you, but at the same time it felt like he was just trying to flex his resources because every time you even attempted to comment on his resources- boom, he'd scamper away. was he just trying to taunt you with his power?
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Azul was nervous when the thought of courting even crossed his mind, was he so smitten to even attempt it? Growing up.. 'less desirable' didn't particularly help with his confidence. Its traditional in the coral sea to show off what you have, to show that you're powerful enough to protect your possible mate, obviously that didn't completely translate onto land but something similar should work... right? So that's what Azul did. He's follow you around, showing how capable, how suitable he was for you. However, when you poked at his methods, his nerves would get the better of him. Old habits die hard, no matter how smooth he tried to be.
JADE LEECH
Zapping you.
Jade was certainly more sadistic than he seemed, all you could do was simply exist in the same room as Jade, and you'd earn a little zap from the eel. Eating? Zap. Walking next to him? Zap. Doing your work diligently? Zap. It seemed like anything you did, it would earn you a small shock, seriously, what was his problem with you? He never did it to anyone else, just you! It was annoyingly constant- at some point you'd gotten used to tensing up every time Jade got close to you, preparing for the inevitable electric rush that came with his presence.
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This was funny. Jade knew land dwellers had way different ways of showing affection, but it was just easier doing what he was used to, that's to say, a playful little zap right when you weren't expecting it. It was pretty cute to see you jump when he barely did anything. He wasn't trying to be cruel by any means, Jade just wanted to tease you a little, don't take it to heart.
FLOYD LEECH
Zapping you.
You knew Floyd enjoyed toying with people, but did he seriously NEED to zap you every five seconds!? If you dared to breathe the same air as him, zap, zap, zap! Cruel or down right rude, Floyd just wouldn't leave it! Honestly it might just be more efficient to run away from Floyd to avoid getting minorly electrocuted... did he really have an issue with you? enough to continuously do this at least. He seemed to be pretty happy around you though, ugh, this was making your head hurt to much to worry about it.
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Floyd couldn't help it, you were just too cute not to zap! Sure, humans have different customs, but who was Floyd if not a rule breaker? A little buzz, a little zap, it was a cute tease to see you get all jumpy. Its not like he meant to hurt you ever, it was just fun to see you squirm because you weren't expecting it.
KALIM AL-ASIM
Being affectionate in public.
PDA is a big no-no, it unprofessional, its inappropriate, its rude, really there can be an infinite amount of reasons PDA shouldn't be a thing. You'd think Kalim would know that, coming from a very strong and extremely profitable bloodline, only to be disappointed. You didn't particularly mind the sentiment itself, it was cute even, but he really shouldn't be hanging off your arm half the time... it was like he was trying to embarrass you!
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Kalim loved you a lot, that wasn't something to be doubted. Klaim liked being around you, holding your hand, brushing shoulders, he felt secure knowing you were so close. It was kinda romantic, but dating takes awhile to actually settle... For now, Kalim was willing to just be at your side until you made a move.
JAMIL VIPER
Having a "chaperone" in private spaces.
Trying to figure out of Jamil was into or not was certainly its own kind of hell, it had to be! Every hang out that was supposed to just be the two of you, Kalim was there. Is Kalim was busy, some other random student was. Did he hate you so much that he couldn't stand being alone with you? He defining seemed to be into you, he'd given you special treatment, let you have first dibs, all the kind-of-romantic gestures, yet he just couldn't be alone with you!
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Jamil looked himself over in the mirror. Kalim was absolutely glowing with excitement. Jamil sighed "Kalim, I'm hanging out with my crush, but you're acting like its your date." Kalim laughed. "Sorry, sorry! I'm just so excited! This is like- your first time ever trying to get a partner! By the way- still really happy that you chose me cause like you could have anyone present-" Jamil internally sighed, listening to Kalim ramble on. Jamil valued the opnion of his family in terms of partners, unfortunately, his family wasn't very close to night raven, so Jamil had opted for a substitute- Kalim. Was Kalim the best choice in this regard? Sevens no. But it was close enough for Jamil to feel secure.
SILVER
Being "overly subtle".
Was Silver dropping hints, or just teasing you? Silver treated you differently than anyone else, but it still felt like he wasn't putting a crazy amount of effort. It was so irritating- how could he act so into you but so disinterested at the same time? You technically couldn't blame him for somethings due to his sleeping issue, but it was totally intentional when he offered to share some of his lunch. Maybe you were reading too much into it, and he just wanted to be kind, make sure you were eating right? It was seriously irritating how everything that could be perceived as romantic could ALSO just be Silver being a good friend.
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Silver was laying wide awake. He was mulling over the interaction he had with you today. Was he too obvious when he asked if you wanted to share some of his lunch? He didn't want to seem desperate, but he also didn't want you to think that he wasn't into you.. Silver rolled to his side, sighing. He didn't want to be blunt with his feelings, forcing his emotions on you was the last thing he wanted. So he'd wait until you made a move back, then he'd get more obvious. Or would you prefer if he made the first move? Thinking about it was just making Silver exhausted. He should train more after school, think about it some more, maybe ask Sebek? Lilia?
AN: inspired off their animal/og movies culture, some inconsistencies bear with me... your english is perfectly fine btw I understood loud and clear! Might do pt. 2 with them trying to fix it 😛
⏾⋆.˚ SYNOPSIS You haven’t been able to see your dear boyfriend, Silver, all day— normally you would at least catch a glimpse of that familiar silver hair somewhere in the halls but no! It’s only until a scheming and mischievous bat spilling the news that you learn that Silver has been stricken by a cloud of aphrodisiac! And all of a sudden, you are offering “help” to cure Silver’s illness! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
⏾⋆.˚ GENRE smut, porn with plot
⏾⋆.˚ INCLUDES Silver Vanrouge
⏾⋆.˚ CONTENT WARNING afab!reader | reader is yuu | possible spoilers of main/side stories | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | mentions of side characters | nicknames | implied aphrodisiac usage | aged up characters | pet names | prone bone + headlock yumm | implied creampie | unprotected sex | p in v | cumming inside | might be a lil OOC | author note at end ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
There’s an unmistakable pout plastered on your face, walking all alone through the almost empty halls of Night Raven College. You were supposed to be walking to Ramshackle with your troublemakers; Ace, Deuce, and Grim, but it seems their chaotic nature has finally brought karma— ending up with them stuck after class with a very irritated Crewel. You could only imagine the amount of lectures and suffering the trouble trio was putting up with now. . though you couldn’t say that you felt too bad, in fact you snickered quietly when Crewel dismissed everyone but the chaos trio.
However, there’s a dull ache in your chest. . it felt even more quiet and lonely today— now that you think about you, you haven’t really seen your boyfriend, Silver, at all today. Normally at lunch, he would pass by your lunch table and let you press a soft kiss to his cheek, earning harmonized disgusted groans from Ace and Grim. He’d even accompany you to the walk to one of your classes, but his presence really seemed to be missing all of today.
Is he feeling unwell, surely he would have told you of his absence beforehand—
“Oh my. . why hello there, prefect!” A cheerful voice hums out in pure delight, a voice full of mischief and playfulness— there are only a few people in mind who act so lively around you. . but the person shows themself very quickly.
Lilia, upside down, appears directly in front of you with a suspicious grin plastered on his face. You flinched so hard, hair standing up from his sudden presence. . you clearly were still unused to his tactics of showing his abrupt arrival.
“Lilia! You scared me!” You huff out, glaring at the old bat who seemed to shrug off the slight frustration in your voice.
“Have I really frightened you that much, beastie? Perhaps I should do this more often fufufu. .” Lilia giggles out, eyes sharpening as he seems to watch you closely, smiling softly when you try to relax your nerves.
“Oh right! Lilia, have you seen Silver at all today? I’m starting to worry for him, perhaps he fell asleep in the courtyard again. .” You sigh out, missing the overly excited and mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Well of course! He’s resting in Diasomnia after a small. . mishap happened in his class” Lilia hums out, the pause in his words has you arching a brow— an accident in his class?
“Why, you should go visit him right now, I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you khee hee” Lilia giggles, grabbing onto your shoulder before and oozy feeling washing over your body.
In a blink of an eye, you’re standing in the empty hallway of Diasomnia’s hallway— it really isn’t that hard to know it’s the dorm Silver inhabits when the dark green and black color scheme is known as Diasomnia’s thing. You groan softly, clutching your head as the slight buzz seems to fade away.
“ I would really prefer if you let me walk here instead. . my head is killing me” you whine out, shooting Lilia a glare when he giggles at your slight suffering.
“Why, you know that this is the fastest way to get here, beastie. . now go on fufufu” Lilia shoos you away with two pats on your back, disappearing silently as you walk through the halls.
It’s not long before you’re standing directly in front of Silver’s door, pressing your ear against the door. . it’s quiet in there, maybe he is fast asleep. Still, you knock on the door— half of you expects at least a small response while the other knows it won’t be like that. Once. . twice. . thrice. . and still no response from your boyfriend.
Pushing the door open slowly, you peek from behind the door to take a quick glance inside. Silver is sprawled on his bed, it almost looks like he’s fast asleep— almost. . if it wasn’t for the disarray state he’s in. The silver strands of his hair laying on his pillow forms a halo around his head, his once controlled hair seemed to be more tousled. . like he’s been relentlessly dragging his fingers through his hair.
There’s an unmistakable sheen of sweat coating his face, along with a bright flush of pink on his pale skin. Silver is panting heavily, chest rising flaking rapidly— he licks his lips, calling out your name in a quiet and breathless voice.
“Silver. .?” You call out to your boyfriend, who flinches. . quickly sitting up once he realizes that it was a familiar and very desirable voice talking to him.
Those pretty eyes of Silver’s stare intensely at you, clouded with. . hunger and desperation.
“Mmh. .? Prefect. .?” Silver groans out, lazily reaching out to yank a blanket over his lower body, tossing a pillow on his lap for extra measure.
It’s almost unbelievable that you get to see your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state, even calling your name so sweetly. Normally, he has a pristine appearance even when deep in a little nap. But this, this was a whole new appearance of Silver.
“Silver? Lilia told me you had a mishap in alchemy class. . are you feeling any better” you call out hesitantly, quickly walking to his bedside.
You press your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature. . his skin is burning hot—only for him to nuzzle into your touch needily, whipping softly. Silver gently tugs you closer by your hand, resting his head against your chest.
“Mmhp. . I th- think I put a potent flower into my cauldron— it exploded in my face. .” He slurs out, voice muffled by your chest as he refuses to pull away for even a mere second.
Is this really your same Silver? How potent was that damn flower? There’s only a few flowers in the alchemy room that’s potent; but only one of them reacts like this. . the aphrodisiac flower.
You blush at the thought, eyes darting to glance at the pillow, conveniently placed on his lap. Oooh. . oh. Silver inhales deeply, drinking up the comforting scent of you like a starved man.
“Pl- please, prefect. I don’t want to burden you w- with this. . problem. . please leave me” Silver groans out, reluctantly pulling himself away from your chest to glance at your face.
“No—. . I- I want to help you, please let me help” you mutter out, the flush on your cheeks becoming more noticeable— you truly pray to the sevens that nobody will be walking through the halls at such hours.
He hums in acknowledgment, it’s obvious he wasn’t completely persuaded by your words. . still having slight concern that he would accidentally hurt you. Which, in your mind, is impossible— your boyfriend who takes naps with wild woodland creatures, would hurt you? You tenderly brush your fingers against Silver’s cheek, smiling when he sighs in delight.
“A- are you completely sure, I wouldn’t—“ he manages to breathe out, even through his lust clouded mind he still manages to be overly sweet and cautious around you.
If only takes a quick response from you, a nod of your head, for Silver to press a tender and light kiss against your lips— self restraint practically oozes from him as he tries not to become overly eager at the taste of you. .
The heat has become unbearable; your body felt burning hot, slick with glistening sweat, purely sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. It’s challenging to breathe regularly when a deliciously thick bicep is wrapped snug around the expanse of your neck— firm but not tight enough to deprive you well needed oxygen. If anything, it was keeping your head from falling slack onto the messy pillow below your head. What truly takes away your ability to breathe is the way Silver slams his hips into yours, pretty, slender cock plunging deep into your white-covered walls.
“Hckk—! Nghh. . Si- silver! Haaah, please—“ you loudly moan out your boyfriend’s name in that sweet tone of yours, words slurred and interrupted by your own moans and gasps of ecstasy.
Your eyes roll back soo far when he slams his weight on top of yours with a sickly wet plapp, skin flushed against each other with each thrust, to ensure his length kisses at your most sensitive spots. The silver haired man groans into the slick skin of the back of your neck, lips peppering tender kisses that contrast the sloppy and downright needy thrust of his. With that rough and velvety voice of his, Silver groans out your name breathlessly with a hint of need: it has a delicious wave of heat washing through your body, more arousal pooling back to your raw, sensitive cunt.
“Haaah—. . mmhp, am I g- going too rough, my b- beloved?” Silver groans out in a delightful rough voice, lips worshipping the skin of your neck, shoulder, and collarbone until his marks bloom on your flushed skin.
Drool peeks from the corner of your lips, dripping onto Silver’s well defined bicep. You whimper out when his teeth scratches and bumps into your tender neck, weakly squirming underneath his body. It just has been hours since you two started peeling each other's clothes off: You know he has quite the overwhelming endurance when it comes to physical training. . and with leftover aphrodisiac pumping through his veins, it’s no surprise he’s still needy compared to you.
“Nghh—! Hck, m- more, more please Si’” you gasp out between loud moans and wails, velvety walls quivering and twitching around his throbbing cock— earning yourself a delicious “fuckk” from your boyfriend.
“Pl- please —mmhp. . my beloved” he pants out breathlessly, hips jolting as they smack harder into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies drastically.
Your puffy clit drags and grinds along the soft fabric of his bedsheets, already sensitive from the way he was worshipping the bundle of nerves with his mouths and tongue— face buried between your thighs, lapping, licking, and suckling at your syrupy folds. His perfect cock bobs and throbs violently in your gooey walls, Silver must be close by now, drawing out gasp from your kiss- swollen lips.
“G- give me everything, pl- please. . — let me make you cum b- before me, fuckk” Silver moans out between groans of your name, teeth finding its spot on your collarbone, tongue lapping at your slick skin as if your flavor was addictive like wine.
And how could you possibly deny Silver when he’s asking so nicely? Your body trembles violently from overstimulation, that heat in your lower belly intensifies from the pleasure, it’s mind numbing.
“S- silver—!” You squeal out, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, burying your face the best you can into his bicep as your teeth nibble at his skin.
Your velvety walls spasm around his length, specks of white appearing in your vision as you gush around his length for the nth time tonight. Silver groans out, letting out the prettiest whimper. . shivers coursing through his body from how deliciously tight your walls had become around him.
“Yes— Yesyesyes, my beloved” he stutters out, hips stuttering as he rests his weight on top of your exhausted body— cock buried to the hilt as he kisses at your neck hungrily.
Thick ropes of cum shoot into your cunt, filling you up against as Silver’s seed leaks around the base of his cock, trickling down your shivering thighs.
“Haah—“ you pant out, walls weakly quivering from your intense orgasm.
You hear him whine before slowly pulling from your sopping hole, only the tip in before he thrust back into your messy pussy— pushing his cum deeper. A mixture of Silver and your cum drools from your stuffed hole, creating such a mess everywhere.
“Mmhp. . nghh, a- are you feeling well, pr- prefect?” Silver asks gently after a few minutes of synchronized pants and huffs, kissing your nape.
A blissful expression is plastered on your face, practically melting into Silver’s tender touch. You nod your head slowly and lazily, a pleasurable ache in your body settles in. He bends down to press a kiss on your spine, resting most of his body weight on your body— the skin-to-skin contact is well welcomed by you.
Perhaps, next time, you’ll be the one to accidentally get an aphrodisiac cloud blown in your face. . You are sure your night in the shining armor of a boyfriend would come to save you, like you did for him.
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⧼⏾⋆⧽﹒ AUTHOR NOTE ﹒⟢ Can you really believe that I wrote this draft wayy back, like in may 18, and is now just finished completely editing it (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) But I’m pretty glad I took the time to edit and give it some lore instead of just unfiltered smut, tehehe ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა I love Serani Poji, the only artist that gave me enough energy to finish this
I also wanted to say, I really appreciate how you guys are sending me requests. . it makes me feel like you guys actually enjoy my content, tysm ily and I’m sorry for taking forever to get them down <33
Anyways, I just wanted to say that I do have a lot of fic ideas in mind that I really want to get started; a 500 follower special, a bunch of requests from you guys, and even a series that I wanna get a Taglist started for! Love you guys lots, make sure to take care of yourself mwah mwah (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
