#silver x reader

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Silver Relationship Headcanons

Content Warnings | Mentions of very toxic relationship dynamics

Synopsis | Relationship headcanons for Silver

Word Count | 1k

Notes | Sorry I've been away recently. I've just been very busy, especially with trying to prep for artfight PLUS it was my birthday a couple weeks ago. Also sorry that this one is so buns, I just really don't view Silver as a relationship type of person lmao. Also not proofread

Warnings ⚠️ - I'll be using an OC, and this has already been rewritten more than three times. I'm my own worst enemy when it comes to consistency. - I'll try to keep the main story, but I'll have to change some things to develop the character.

-English is not my native language.

"Nymel, dear… I need you to go get something from town." - An elderly woman, with wrinkles on her face and gray streaks in her hair, entered a bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stroked the head of the black hair that peeked out from under the blanket and disappeared at the touch of her hand. She just chuckled, amused by her daughter's stubbornness.

"I don't want to go. I wanted to stay in bed today; it's cold." - Nymel wrapped herself tighter in the blankets, not wanting to go out into town. The walk there was a real headache.

But Nymel's stubbornness was useless when her mother repeated her request, and the girl had to get out of bed. She got ready with more appropriate clothes, grabbed her bag and her hooded coat.

"Sometimes I wish you would wear dresses more often. You would look beautiful." - Her mother approached her daughter, affectionately cupping her face, gazing into those dark blue, melancholic eyes that were now a part of her, and at the long, fluffy black hair that framed her face.

"Maybe another day, well… I'll go to town." - Nymel smoothed her clothes, looking at herself. Loose-fitting men's clothing was more comfortable for her, but she also wanted to feel comfortable in women's clothes and make her mother happy.

"Be careful… I love you, you know that." - Her mother kissed her daughter's forehead goodbye, watching her leave the cabin and head towards town.

Nymel simply nodded, and she turned to face the path, her back to the cabin. Halfway there, she found a branch the perfect size to be a sword, practicing imaginary fencing with it.

"Then, in the final battle, the Flamebearer stood before the one who orchestrated it all… Clinging to his blade, counting the threads of fabricated destiny, granting freedom to humanity." - Nymel smiled, waving the branch from side to side, mimicking a battle, fighting an imaginary enemy with her makeshift sword.

A pressure in the air made Nymel stop dead in her tracks. She looked around quickly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she sensed something was wrong. Then the whinnying of horses made her drop the branch and run as fast as she could, trying to reach the town.

A black carriage, pulled by two horses, was speeding toward her. Nymel ran faster, until she felt her legs burn, then she leaped to the side of the road, disappearing into the undergrowth to lose the carriage. She entered a less-used, overgrown path. She breathed heavily, feeling like she was suffocating. She didn't understand who was chasing her, but she had to escape.

"I'm safe…" - Nymel sighed in relief, thinking that the carriage was finally far away. But she couldn't have been more wrong. She barely turned around before the horses were right in her face, ready to trample her. The last thing on Nymel's mind was her poor mother. If she died here, her mother would be devastated.

And as soon as the horses reared up on their hind legs, they charged at the girl. And in what was supposed to be the end, Nymel fell into a darkness, one where she couldn't even feel her body.

"Destiny is like ropes, swaying in the breeze… But if you try to walk against destiny, these ropes tighten and suffocate you."

Nymel finally wakes up, coughing and writhing in the cramped space. Still in flight mode after what happened to her, she touches herself, checking for injuries, and realizes she isn't wearing her usual clothes.

That's when she heard scratching outside, coming from wherever she was trapped, like tiny claws trying to pry open the lid. She pressed her ear to the lid, listening to someone scratching hard and growling. Unsure if it was a good idea, she braced herself. She moves in the tight space, her feet against the padded surface, pressing herself against the lid.

Nymel let out a groan as she felt the sting of falling face-first to the ground. Looking around in confusion, she saw a cat-like creature staring at her, and she looked back at it.

"Human, give me your robes… Or I'll roast you alive." - Grim grins, exhaling a burst of fire, his blue eyes gleaming at the fresh opportunity before him.

Nymel goes into escape mode, quickly getting to her feet and running away from that strange, talking, fire-breathing cat. This feels like a bizarre nightmare. She keeps running as fast as she can, fleeing that strange creature through corridors she doesn't recognize.

The girl kept running, desperately searching for a way out. Shadows, distant sounds, the moon dimly illuminating everything—it all felt wrong, wrong in every way. Nymel felt like she was in a nightmare, or at least a dream difficult to comprehend. But right now, the terror she felt was directed at that talking cat who planned to burn her alive.

As she turned a corner, trying to enter a new corridor, she tripped over something in the gloom of the night and fell painfully to the ground. Nymel could only cover her head with her arms, praying that she wouldn't be burned.

"Back, beast!" A voice echoed, interrupting the scene. A man in a feathered cloak cast a precise, paralyzing spell at Grim.

"And you, young lady, how did you get here?" The man in the feathered cloak turns around, looking with those golden eyes behind the shadow of his mask at the girl.

That was the moment Nymel fell into a fate she didn't want, an academy that wasn't meant for her. The opening ceremony was so somber; this wasn't a nightmare, it was a more distant feeling, like a dream she couldn't quite grasp.

Meeting Ace and Deuce both improved and worsened things. It was a mystery how two teenagers her own age got into so much trouble. Then Grim was invited himself, and the days became chaotic, though this academy, NRC, was anything but colorful. There was something about this place that always made her feel on edge.

She just wants to go home. Is it really that hard for magic to create a quick way back?

Cleaning the statues should have been easy, if it weren't for the fight between Grim and Ace doing something so reckless, and frankly, Nymel wanted nothing to do with it. But seeing Deuce so distressed, she had no choice but to agree to go to the mines.

Those mines, with their old, dark tunnels and ghostly echoes, left her in a state of panic even after the danger had passed. She felt like she couldn't breathe; her lungs ached as she recovered, sitting on the ground. Grim, Ace, and Deuce's voices sounded distorted to her. She didn't care what was happening; she just wanted to breathe.

The classes were so strange, so different… Nymel felt a throbbing headache, the stress of each class weighing heavily on her. Everyone looked at her as if she were lucky to be there… She didn't feel that way.

Nymel left the classroom with her head down, overhearing Grim say something about wanting a lot of extra food at lunch. She just kept walking, with Grim running ahead of her to the cafeteria. Then Nymel felt herself trip over something, maybe a discarded object or someone's foot, and someone caught her head from hitting the cold floor.

"Are you okay?" Silver gently held the new student by the shoulders, those aurora eyes meeting Nymel's blue ones. Just a comfortable silence until one of them spoke again.

Nymel simply nodded, and she walked alongside Silver to the campus cafeteria. For some reason, Silver's serious expression felt lighter than that of the other students. Although Nymel had to walk on her way, and Silver on his.

That was the first time Nymel hadn't felt so tense around someone; she simply didn't think. She went to get her food and sat down where she saw Grim, Ace, and Deuce.

"Hey, Yuu… You seem a little spaced out. Did something happen?" Ace asked casually, taking a bite of his burger and noticing Nymel's gaze drifting to the Diasomnia student area.

"I guess something good happened." Nymel just shrugged and began to eat calmly, noticing Grim approaching her plate, so she offered the cat a French fry.

"I don't feel suffocated by you…"

"That just means I'm your friend."

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Clarifications:

I like to write my character as Nymel, a reference to Nymeia from Final Fantasy XIV.

The characters in NRC call Nymel Yuu, and no one questions Nymel's gender; the only one who knows she's a girl is Crowley. (And to be honest, there are many characters in the cast who are very beautiful, rivaling the beauty of a woman. Vil)

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Silver x fem Reader

historical au nsfw

The castle’s actives dwindled with night approaching, leading to its inhabitants retreating to their respective quarters.

Your maids dutifully attended to you, as was their job, but tonight was different.

“Thank you all for the work you have done lately,” you started, your affectionate gaze trailing along each of them, “But I request that you all retreat early tonight. Take it as gratitude for all of your tireless hours of tending to me.”

Despite minuscule protests, you ended up having your wish granted- you were their princess, after all.

However, that did not mean you were alone. By your door waited your most loyal subject, the one who would never leave your side.

“Silver.”

The iron-cladded knight stood at attention, waiting to hear your request.

“Yes, my lady?”

A smile blossomed onto your face, head tilting as you approached him closer. “It is just us, Silver. No need for formalities.”

Unable to read his expression, your fingers traced along details carved into his helmet. “Won’t you help me retire for the night? You know how impossible it is for me to unwind by myself.”

His hand ached to hold yours, the devoted longing the plauged his heart clouding his better judgement. “As you wish, my lady.”

His armor talked as he removed his helmet, his visage seeming to glow in the gentle lighting of your chamber.

“You can take off the rest of your armor if you so desire. I’m sure you know as well as I do how it gets in the way.” you commented, now sitting atop of your plush bedding.

His black undergarments clung to his chiseled physique, a testament to his dedication as a knight.

Your hand patted the space beside you, beckoning him to join you. The bed dipped under his weight as he did so.

“Dashing as always.” Your fingers ghosted along his jawline, eyes calculatingly carving the titillating view of his face forever into your memory.

“You always flatter me, my lady. I am not worthy such affection from your precious lips.” Silver watched as your pupils dilated, the warm feeling of your adoring gaze serving as fuel to the burning passion of love you always seemed to kindle within him.

Your mouth met his like a gentle embrace, causing Silver’s steady breath to hitch. Your nimble yet soft fingers cupped his cheek, another hand carding through the opal strands of his hair and creating a tender grasp.

Silver’s eyelashes fluttered, strong hands hovering above your waist. He was terrified to succumb to his selfish desires, but your irresistible sweetness served as a temptation he was unable to neglect.

The feeling of your warm body served as a enticing contrast against that of his hard and muscular one. Rough fingers carefully lowered onto your figure, trailing against the rich fabric of your gown.

Despite the tempting notion to deepen the kiss, you were forced to pull back. Your thumb trailed against his lower lip as the two of you panted for air, the sensual image of him being so docile for your wants coaxing a wet sensation to drip out of you.

His eyebrows furrowed in delectation as he took in your disheveled state, the sight serving as a means to stimulate his arousal.

The soft blues and violets within in his eyes shone like a gemstone as he stated his declaration. “I ache each waking moment of the day waiting for your lips to meet mine. Every sunrise that I feel as if I have reached the peak of my passion, I am wronged time and time again.“

A hand rested against your waist, the other tenderly cupping the silky skin of your cheek. “My heart longs to show you the extent of my devotion. If you allow it, my lady, I will show you such.”

Your lips met the outskirts of his palm, a softened gaze trailing against his features. “I would never deny such a want from my most beloved.” You spoke as your lips twisted into a smile. “After all, it is you who I think of each night before rest claims me. I yearn for you just the same, and I ache to see the reciprocation of your love.”

With your now granted approval, he laid you gently against the velvety expanse of the pillows adorning your bed. An amatory caress parted your thighs, followed by the length of your dress being put to rest upon your stomach.

A sinful cocktail mixed within him, fueled by the state of your undergarments along with your impassioned stare, serving as a means to only ignite Silver’s intoxication.

His fingers hooked onto your panties, sliding them down the smooth expanse of your thighs to pull them off at your feet.

Now faced with your ever-so-familiar sex, Silver could feel himself straining against his undergarments. His face lowered closer to the apex of your legs, his breath feathering against the galvanizing formation of your folds.

“So beautiful.” he muttered reverently, soft lips fluttering against the innermost portion of your thighs. “Your beauty outshines even the most radiant briar rose.”

As your legs began to come together in embarrassment, firm hands kept them parted. “No need for bashfulness, my love. It is only I.”

His sturdy arms wrapped around your thighs as his tongue began its journey throughout the flaps encasing your core. You could feel yourself pulsate under his movements as you were met with careful flicks to your cunt.

With one hand covering your mouth and the other entangled in Silver’s hair, you could feel yourself begin to unravel. His tongue darted inside of you, desperate to taste the sweet release he craved.

As his teeth grazed against the sensitive nerves that were your clit, you struggled to keep your noises at bay. Your grasp on Silver’s hair tightened, causing an erotic moan to vibrate against you.

Silver could hear how your breath grew more uneven by the second; that paired with how your walls tightened desperately against his tongue, he knew your release was imminent.

Wet squelches filled your chambers as his ministrations grew ever more fervent, with his brows knitting together as he tasted your succulent wetness. However, that wouldn’t be enough to sedate his needs; no, he needed you to feel the same pleasure he was.

As your impassioned gaze studied the eager form between your legs, you couldn’t stop a wicked idea from slithering into your mind. Carefully, you maneuvered your leg downwards towards Silver’s unmistakeable erection. Your foot pressed against his slender shaft, eliciting an unexpected mewl from your lover.

“M-my lady, your pleasure is my pleasure. There is no need to entertain me this way.” A blush dusted his face, clearly betraying his words.

A smooth grin painted your flustered face. “This is my pleasure. I enjoy seeing you achieve your own release by my own means.”

His eyes met yours as his mouth left your cunt. Slick wetness dripped down his chin with strands of pearly hair clinging to his forehead- a truly stimulating sight. “However, that does not mean I said you could stop. Am I clear?”

As if to reply, his tongue returned to your folds, now with renewed desperation. Your foot fondled with his cock through the sheer layer of his undergarments, his breath hitching with each brush against his length.

Your hand shook as it cupped around your mouth, wanting desperately for no one to hear the noises Silver drew out of you from his skillful actions.

With Silver’s nose bumping against your clit and his taste buds hungrily ravishing you from deep inside, your release was undeniably impending. Silver’s arms held your legs wide open, even as you they began to shake.

Your inner walls clenched around his tongue, desperate to feel it inside of you as you unraveled. Fire pooled low within your stomach, craving to release itself.

As deeply as you yearned to look upon your lover in this moment, your eyes closed, needing to focus on solely arriving to your finish point.

Silver could feel your grip losen on his hair, leaving him with an opportunity to slip your hand out and intertwine your fingers as you dissolved into pleasure. His tongue continued to lap as your release coated his mouth, his grip on your hand strong as he sucked on your folds.

You laid there, breath still wavering as the cold night air hit your burning core. Silver now sat beside you, his affectionate eyes still dripping with arousal.

“You are simply breathtaking.” he spoke, guiding hair off of your damp forehead. His lips pressed between your eyebrows, a warm smile on his face.

“While it may not be in his lifetime, I hope that there is one where I can worship you freely.”

Another kiss was planted to your cheek, his lips dutifully adorning the face he beloved so dearly.

“For in this reality, it is only something that can be wished for once upon a dream.”

Silver comes back home with so much alcohol to drink with Reader (Alcoholic spent all her bounty money on booze).

Silver is a a gentle drunk so Reader gets to feel how fluffy Silver's ears actually are.

Reader has to help her to bed afterwords guaranteed.

Just some fluff (Waiter waiter some more fluff please)

Drunken surprise

Sorry for taking so long, the enemy Jerma kept locking me in hell.

The rain was unrelenting as you stumbled home, you and Silver moving slowly as you carried each other forwards. Despite the constant bombardment of cold water on your bodies you two still giggled and laughed the whole way home, still not over a joke one of you had told the other at the bar. Before you knew it the keyhole of the door to your shared apartment was in front of you, scratch marks from the key not finding its destination from previous nights just like this marring the reflective surface.