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Hi! For the 200 followers event, can I have a Henry (from Black Clover) x reader scenario where he helps the reader sneak a bunch of baby ducks into the base without anyone noticing? Like, the reader found them lost in the forest at night and would try to find them a home in the morning. Thanks and congrats on reaching 200, I know you'll reach even more!!

Gotta be real for a moment. Henry would sneak the baby ducks in himself if sweet reader wasn't with him. That's just the kind of guy he is.

But in this scenario, he's got a partner to co-parent with! And that's just lovely. I really do hope that once the whole Spade situation is dealt with, Henry will be allowed to exist outside the walls of the the Black Bulls base. Like... Please Tabata give the man just a little more freedom.

Summary: You and Henry adopt a some ducklings for the evening. It's yet another thing that brings the two of you closer, strengthening your love for each other.

Word count: ~850

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The night. Dark. Cold. Quiet. Not the ideal atmosphere for children.

“Ready for a little adventure?” you asked the armful of ducklings in your arm and wrapped in your squad robe.

The answer you got was a chorus of chirping.

“Okay, okay. I guess you are,” you said, as if answering the ducklings. “But try to be quiet. Henry’s going to help us but you’ve got a part to play too.”

The ducklings wriggled, chirps even louder. You did your best to hug them closer while not hurting them. With a gentle smile, you tucked the ducklings under your robe’s hood.

The plan was that Henry would act out a surge of creativity and “strategically reconstruct” the base while giving you a direct path to his room. You and Henry would then take care of the ducklings until morning, returning them to their parents at that time.

When you finally entered the base, the place was in chaos. Walls and pillars were askew in the most random places. Tiles shifted at random. All the other Bulls were yelling for Henry when their path was obscured or simply over the mess he was making. You had to bite your lip to stop from bursting out laughing.

“OI!” Yami stormed up to you, glaring like he was ready to kill. “Thank goodness you’re here! Now can you tell your boyfriend to stop fu—!”

“Peep!”

“The hell was that?”

“Uh… That was…”

“Peep!” You faked a shudder when a duckling chirped.

“Hiccups?”

Yami eyed you scrutinizingly. “What kind of hiccups are tho—?”

“I’ll go see Henry now!” you yelped over the growing number of peeps from the ducklings.

You quickly dash away, weaving around walls and limboing beneath shifting rafters. With the ducklings in your hold, you were careful of your pace, not too fast. You felt them squirming while they chirped repeatedly.

“Not long now, little ones,” you giggled.

Around you, the base began to shift into a clearer path. The floor evened out and a staircase built itself, leading you up towards the mastermind behind it all. You could feel that Henry felt from the way he worked. Soon, you were led to the open door of Henry’s room.

Or rather, Henry’s room combined with the bathing area.

“Welcome back, dear,” Henry greeted you from the edge of a full tub. “Bring them over here.”

You walked over then lowered the ducklings to the water, taking your robe back at the same time. You felt your mana get drained but it was slow due to a special reinforcement spell crafted to resist Henry’s condition. The wonders of magical research.

“What was that back there?” you asked, gesturing out the door. “That wasn’t ‘strategic reconstruction,’ you silly!”

Henry shrugged. “Chaotic deconstruction worked just as well though, don’t you agree?”

You let out a laugh like a snorting pig. “But Yami’s mad at you now!”

Dropping to the floor, you leaned on the edge of the tub and watched the ducklings. They floated on the water, kicking around the foreign body of water. Henry did the same and even reached out to pet one of the ducklings. He tapped the water’s surface, grabbing their attention, then kept still until one duckling was brave enough to approach.

Henry may have been cursed with a peculiar constitution, but he was blessed with the kindest heart you’d ever seen. He loved animals so gently and they, in kind, were drawn to him. That same kind heart spoke to you and now…

“They’re probably hungry,” you commented while reaching into your bag. You took out a bag of birdseed. “Wanna help me feed them?” You held out the bag to Henry.

“Of course!” Henry kept his voice soft but his enthusiasm couldn’t be diminished.

The birdseed was sprinkled into the water and poured on the tub’s edge for the ducklings. Little chirps were heard as they chowed down, completely at ease in yours and Henry’s presence. One ate from Henry’s palm, cuddling up against his hand once it had finished.

The small tenderness between human and animal. Henry’s smile. You committed those sights to memory.

Leaning against the tub, you closed your eyes. Against rogue mages and terrorists and the looming threat of devils in Spade, you sometimes forgot how to simple enjoy yourself. But then, things like this happened.

“Henry, can we stay like this?”

“Hm?” You didn’t need to see, you were sure he had raised a brow in your direction. “We can’t keep them forever.”

You shook your head. “I don’t mean the ducklings. I mean…” You took a breath then opened your eyes to stare into Henry’s. “I mean… I want to appreciate life with you. Forever.”

For a moment, you heard no response. Then, Henry’s warm body pressed against your side, his hair draping over you.

“I’d like that too,” he whispered.

You two leaned into each other.

Splashing water. Duckling chirps. The sound of breathing. Two heartbeats.

You and Henry basked in the moment. The ducklings would have to be let go of in the morning but the serenity the two of you found would never have to leave, so long as you two held onto one another.

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Apologies

pairing: Henry x autistic!reader

fic type: enemies to lovers

submitted by @willow-the-lyxra (thank you :3 )

warnings: sensory issues (sound)

notes: thank you willow <3 me try to make an enemies to lovers fic without making y/n feel lots of sympathy challenge (100% fail) also I felt the need to make the reader have sensory issues bc it would work a bit also Henry autism real not fake

You were a new member of the Black Bulls magic knights squad, and you’re nervous as to what will await you. You heard that the squad is rude and you’re worried about them accepting you as who you are. You walk into the base with captain Yami, becoming even more nervous when you see some of them sparring with each other and some other things going on. You then squeak as you hear Yami slam his fist against the wall, almost breaking it. The room goes silent except for your panicked whimpers while you sit on the floor. Yami remembers you telling him that you’re autistic and you have sensory issues. He lightly crouches down.

“Jeez, sorry kid, I forgot. Are you okay?” you look up at him, surprised he’s being so nice to you. Then, the rest of the squadmates gather around you both. After you calm a little and stand up, you feel someone’s hand on your leg so you look down.

“Hi, my name’s Charmy, you want some?” she offers, rasing a bowl of cookies.

“A-alright, thanks…” you murmur as you shyly take one. The rest of the squadmates introduce themselves. You seemed to like all of them, they all had quirks and differences and you feel like you fit in with them. Once you finally introduce yourself, you suddenly feel a bit safer. Later, after you put all your stuff in your room and get your room cleaned and organized, you decide to look around. Suddenly, you feel uneasy for a moment walking down the hallway. You notice your magic draining and you wonder what’s happening. You sense someone’s magic so you turn around and you see someone, and you find out he’s the reason your magic’s being drained. You growl and run off from him, feeling startled and angry that he was doing that. You ran away so quickly that he couldn’t even talk or say hello. Later that day, it happens again.

“Go away! You’re draining my magic!” you yell at him. You were feeling angry that day.

“Sorry…” he says slowly before walking away. You were kind of feeling bad for yelling at him, but you were still upset that it happened again. You were exploring through the house still, though. Soon, it ended up happening another time.

“Just go away!! Who are you!?” you shout loudly, causing him to be startled. You start to notice him trembling and he sniffles softly.

“I’m… sorry… I didn’t… mean to… please…” he sobs. You realize you made a mistake, yelling at him like that.

“H-hey, I didn’t mean to yell… I’m sorry…” you came closer to him, getting a bit lightheaded from how he drained your magic.

“stay… away… I’ll drain… your magic…” he stepped away, scared of you getting angry again. He then ran off from you again. You started to feel really bad for making him cry like that. You didn’t mean to scare him. You also noticed he kind of acted like you around loud noises. The next day, you decide to encounter him. You collect magic items because you hyperfixate on them, and you remember this necklace you own that keeps some of your magic from being drained. You decided to wear it today and try to talk to this man that you kept seeing in the base. You go back to the area you always see him in, and you start to feel your magic being drained, but a much smaller amount. He sees you and immediately steps back.

“N-no, don't worry, I have this. It’ll keep my magic from being drained,” you calmly stop him, and he stops trying to run away from you. You start to walk up to him as he stands in front of you nervously. You awkwardly reach out your hand to him.

“H-hi, my name’s Y/N, what’s yours?” you ask, still nervous because your magic is being slightly drained, also you’ve never seen someone with messy hair like his.

“My… name… is… Henry…” he murmurs. You notice how he talks slowly, but you don’t mind. You wanted to ask him so many questions.

“I… drain… magic from… people… because I’m… cursed…” he mumbles, fidgeting with his hands. It all made sense to you now.

“I’m sorry, Henry, I didn’t mean to yell at you…” you sigh, feeling ashamed for making him scared and being angry at him for something that wasn’t his fault. You both go back to his room and sit down on a still next to his bed.

“So… you’re… the new… member?” he asks, feeling intrigued about you.

“Y-yeah, I am. How long have you been here?” you ask.

“I’m the… first… squad member… I… believe…” you were surprised.

“Captain… Yami… found… me here… he… saved me…” you felt happy that Yami was such a caring person. You tell him about yourself and how you’re autistic and how you have sensory issues with sound.

“I’m… sensitive… to sound… too… that’s why… I started… crying…" Henry blushed a little, being embarrassed that he was overwhelmed before. You see his pretty gold eyes through his hair, causing you to blush a little, too.

“I’m sorry for making you cry…” you sweetly hold his hand in yours, and he lightly squeezes your hand.

“I’m… okay now… thank… you…” he mumbled. You talk for a little while after that. You then stand up.

“I have to go now… bye, Henry,” you then think for a second before leaning down. You then kiss Henry on the cheek, causing him to blush and stare into space.

“B..bye…” he stuttered adorably, being flustered that you did that to him. You knew this would turn into something wonderful.

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Control | Henry Legolant

Fandom: Black Clover

Pairing: Henry Legolant x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff. I don't think there's much, if a slight pinch, of angst?

Summary: To be able to be close to you, Henry has to learn to control his magic absorption.

A/n: Hellow!! First off, I just want to say that I never expected to actually write for this fandom, nor did I think Henry would be the first character (I legit love so many of them much much more than I do Henry) but this was the first cute idea that really struck me and I had time so here it is! :D I'm sorry if anyone is OOC, I'm not familiar with writing these characters yet.

This fic was inspired by that one scene in Ep. 113 (or was it 112?) where Henry says to Asta that he would love to meet the others when he learns to control his magic absorption.

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"Henry!"

There you were again, with your bright, warm smile and genuine excitement to see him. When was the last time anyone was ever excited to see Henry? As much as Asta liked coming around to meet him, it was different from you. You, whose presence itself was like a spell of comfort, always met him like you had waited for it the entire time you had been away.

And maybe it was wishful thinking on his part, that you would want to meet him so much, but it made him so happy. That there was someone in this world who wanted to be around him freely. Everyone in the Black Bulls was kind and looked out for him, now that they knew about him, but nobody frequented his room as much as you did. You would visit atleast once a day, even if it sometimes took you a long time to find his room, except for the days when you were off on missions. Henry couldn't explain the empty feeling pressing on his heart on such days, where he spent every minute wondering if you were doing okay and when you would return.

You would always come back, relatively unharmed because your magic was more of the defensive type. But you didn't have a crazy amount of magic power and you weren't magic-less like Asta. This meant that every time you came to visit him, you would have to stay out of the doorway, far enough where he couldn't accidentally siphon your mana away. Even from that distance, he could sometimes see the cuts and bruises you sported, covered in salves or bandages.

You would tell him everything about your missions. Henry couldn't go outside and he couldn't go on missions but they way you vividly described everything, it made him feel like he was right there with you. You talked about all sorts of stuff, from the funny and crazy things the other members did to some of your personal feelings and thoughts. Henry couldn't help but feel a connection to you.

You were patient. You had to be a saint with the amount of patience you had; you had to, or else how would you be able to spend all the time you spent with him? Henry knew that he didn't speak fast enough or even at a normal pace, so having a conversation with him was not easy. But you always looked genuinely interested in what he had to say and waited for him to say it all. It had upset him so much once that he had nearly cried in front of you.

"I… just.. want… to… speak… pro-perly," he had grit out, frustrated with himself. Why couldn't he speak normally? If he kept doing this, wouldn't you get tired of him? "Don't… go… away… I want… you… to… always… stay…"

It was the closest he had gotten to revealing what he felt. That was the first time you had stepped inside his room, ignored the magic absorption and looked him straight in the eye up-close.

"I'm not going anywhere," you had said, a little breathless from the mana draining out of you. "I told you. Take your time and say what you want to. I want to hear it, and I won't go anywhere until I've heard it."

You eventually had to back off to your usual spot lest you blacked out from the mana loss. But that was the closest you had been to him and ever since then, he couldn't help but want it. He wanted to be close to you, to be able to talk to you like a normal person. He didn't want anything more– hoping for you to touch him was practically a fantasy that would never happen.

For all your kindness and compassion and genuine heart, Henry didn't think you could ever love him back the way he did you. And that was completely okay. He was fine watching you, feeling you from a distance – as long as you were happy and smiling, he would take what you were ready to give.

He just wanted to be able to talk to you properly, just a couple feet in between, instead of the large distance. For that, he needed to control his magic absorption. It wasn't like he hadn't tried (hadn't he been trying for his whole life at this point?) but your smiling face was a better motivator than any he had ever had.

He told Asta about his wish, the other guy already knowing about Henry's feelings for you. Asta had shot him a grin and a thumbs-up and said, "I have the perfect plan!"

That's how Henry started his secret training sessions with Gordon, Grey and Gauche. The latter had to be convinced a little but eventually stopped complaining when he realised that he could wax his poetry about Marie to Henry without being interrupted or told off while helping him out.

Every day, diligently, Henry put his all into trying to control his magic absorption. The progress was slow but he kept his goal in mind – it wasn't just you, after all. You were the first person he had wanted so badly to be close to, but the rest of the Black Bulls were also present in his head. He wanted to be able to enjoy and party with them too. He wanted to watch you be happy in their midst.

Henry practised on the three of them, aided by Asta's encouragement (which was mostly just yelling and doing push-ups in the corner as a weird form of training solidarity) and slowly but surely, his magic absorption zone reduced.

It took him months, but none of them gave up. Even on the hard days, when it felt futile, the rest would try to cheer him up. And then you would come, oblivious to the whole debacle going on under your nose. Your mere presence was uplifting. He could do this. If he wanted to be able to be around you, then he would have to put in effort. All that hard work for months culminated into him finally gaining control over his magic absorption.

The first time Grey managed to get close enough to press her palm against his own, the both of them had nearly cried. He did it. He managed to control it. All that time he spent on it had been worth it. Now all he had to do was wait for you to come to his room. He would surprise you for once, instead of it being the other way round.

You had surprised him with a gift on his birthday.

"It's not much," you had said shyly, handing him the scarf you had crocheted yourself. You had pressed it into his hands at the risk of draining yourself, "but happy birthday, Henry. I am so glad that you were brought into this world all those years ago. I'm glad I got to meet you."

He had been too choked up with tears to say anything. What could he have said anyway? Nothing could have done justice to explain what he felt about you. He didn't think he would ever get to hear someone say that they're grateful he was born. Frankly, he had never understood the point of birthdays until you said that.

Now, it was his chance to surprise you. To show you what you meant to him. The effect of your presence in his life.

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The anticipation for you to return from your mission was worse than usual. He couldn't wait, feeling the impatience bouncing around inside him. When you finally appeared on the other side of his doorway, he sprang out of the bed as fast as he could. You startled but didn't step back.

You didn't know about his control. But you were willing to risk the draining effect if it was something so important to Henry that he was actually getting close to you on his own. Usually, he would be the one to tell you to stay away so if he was coming to you, then it meant it was something equally serious or important. So you waited– for him and for your magic to drain.

Except it never happened. With every step Henry took towards you, you couldn't feel the familiar feeling of mana being drained out of you. Your eyes widened in shock.

"I… learned… how to… control… it," Henry gave you a weak smile, walking closer until he was just two feet away. "Gauche… Gordon… Grey… and… Asta… helped… me… do it. We… prac-tised… for… months. I… wanted… to… talk… with you… closely… like… every-one… does. I… really… wanted…you…"

He cut himself off, cheeks pinking slightly. He couldn't do it. Even after all his effort, he couldn't tell you his real feelings. What if it ruined what you two had? What if you stopped visiting him because you didn't feel the same? Henry wasn't greedy. He was happy with how things were.

So he focused instead on whether you liked his surprise. He looked up, his light blue hair shifting out of the way as he took in your tear-stained face. Your hands were covering your mouth and you were shaking. Before Henry could ask you if you were okay, you wrapped yourself around him.

The sudden touch was overwhelming; your scent was everywhere and it was like all his senses were flooded with you, you, you. Henry nearly lost his composure and his control on the magic absorption was about to slip– but the mere thought that you would stop embracing him made him rigid. He held a tight grasp on the power; he was only controlling the magic through the sheer willpower of wanting to feel you against him. His mind was in shambles.

"You did it, you did it," you were mumbling, sniffing into his chest. Henry was sure that you could hear his heart thudding in there with how close you were. He couldn't see your face, only the top of your head but he let his arms wrap around you gently, like you were a fragile piece of glass.

All he had wanted was to close the distance. He had already gotten so much more than he had thought; you were holding him tightly, like you were scared he would slip from your fingers.

It felt like all too soon (and yet it had felt like forever) when you let him go and stepped back to look at him, your face flushed with embarrassment. Henry was pretty sure his face was much, much worse. He probably looked like all his dreams came true at once. (They did.) (You hugged him !!)

"S- Sorry," you mumbled, looking up at him shyly. Was it possible to die from seeing something too adorable? Henry felt close to it. "I should have asked you first, but… I have wanted to do that for so long."

All the practice confessions Henry had stammered through in front of Asta flew out the window at your admission. The way you were looking at him right now… Henry didn't need you to say anything out loud. For once, he let himself hope that you felt the same way– and he let himself believe it too.

"Me… too…"

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Hil, I wanted to tell you that yours is one of the best blogs I've ever read! Reading the characters through your point of view and in various situations, even the serious and sad ones, made me laugh and move several times, I'm happy to have discovered Tumblr and had been able to meet you Aine, even if not in person. As soon as you have time, I would like to ask you to summon once again the handesome Adrien and his drunk / sleepwalker walk, this time with Magna, Henry and Zora. Thank you!

ahhh bby! thank you for the lovely praises hehe (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) I'm sorry you had to wait so long but I hope it was worth the wait because I'll be tickling all your funny bones again with Adrian hahaha!

You can find Jack's version & Yami, Nozel, Fue, Will's version here

Characters: Magna, Henry, Zora x F! reader TW: harassment, drunk, vulgarities , unchecked work.

Magna Swing

Magna was awfully silent throughout the night, he tried to not act like he cared, but he kept stealing glances in your direction whenever he could.

His teeth gritted together and his fist clenched tightly, watching you and Adrian play card games and laughing your head off.

Magna wished he could wipe that smirk off that bastard's face right about now. Why the hell was he not leaving yet?

Adrian has been here for more than a week now, he was scheduled to stay for only a week, but some plans got revised, and now he was here longer.

Of course nobody seemed to mind or care, except Magna because Adrian has his eyes set on you. His crush.

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Magna heard some rattling on his door. The thought of having a burglar in the house made him jolt from his bed. He slowly opened his door, only for you to fall into his arms with a little shriek.

It was dark, so Magna pushed you away immediately, thinking you were an intruder and you fell onto the floor with a thud.

"OW!" you whispered harshly, crooking your brows at him.

"Oh my god I'm sorry y/n!" he quickly picked you up, "But what are you doing?!" he shout-whispered back to you.

"Look!" you tugged at his shirt, beckoning him to look into the hallway.

There was Adrian standing in the middle of the hallway, stark naked.

"Motherfu-" Magna was ready to confront the guy, finally finding an excuse to punch him in the face since this morning. Until you tugged at his shirt.

"Wait!!" you held onto him with all your might, "He's just drunk, let's just leave him alone."

You both retreated back into Magna's room and closed the door.

"Can I just crash here with you tonight? I'm kinda scared." You looked at the ground, shuffling your feet.

It was then that Magna realised that he was alone with his crush in his room, in the middle of the night. And his crush just asked if she could sleep in his room. With him. The room temperature suddenly felt warm.

"Er.. W-Whatever.." Magna managed to croak out quickly.

You were just exhausted at this point, having being scared out of your life in the middle of the night. Now, with Magna around, you felt so safe that the sleepiness started to kick in.

"tsk." Magna tucked you into his bed, "I thought you liked that fella y/n.."

"not enough to want to see his dick at 2 in the morning.." your eyes were closed as you started to fall asleep, "besides, I already have someone I like."

Magna felt his heart sink, realising that his crush on you was only one sided as you already had someone in mind. But before he could ask, you already gave him the answer he wished to hear.

"I like you."

Henry Legolant

There wasn't much Henry could do actually. He could only watch from afar with a pout on his face, curled in his bed as another man flirted with his favourite girl.

Everyone else seemed to like him to.. Maybe he would replace him in the bulls?

Henry watched as you and Adrian, together with Vanessa and Yami clinked your beer mugs, drinking one mug after another. Adrian was also sitting closer and closer to you.

Henry felt like his heart was about to break. He felt so silly for having a crush on a girl like you, someone who was clearly way out of his league.

He went to bed early that night.

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*knock knock*

The Soft knocking woke him up, "who is it?"

"Henry..." you voice sounded from behind the door. You sounded afraid and it sent Henry into alert mode. He quickly rushed to open the door.

"y/n? what is it? are you hurt??" he made a swift check on you for any visible wounds.

"I'm ok.. but Adrian is walking around naked in the hallway!" you said softly, "I had no where else to go!"

"What?" he shouted, and you had to shush for him to lower his voice

"He's drunk and sleepwalking!"

Even Henry felt embarrassed for that dude right now. Imagine the mess he would find himself in tomorrow.

"Come in y/n," Henry pulled you into his room, "you can sleep here if you don't mind."

Henry was happy that you were here alone with him, but at the same time, he was slightly disappointed when you said that you had no where else to go, which was why you came to him.

"I would much rather be with you, Henry." your words immediately lifted his spirits.

"I thought you liked him y/n..." Henry pulled the covers over you, ensuring you were tucked in properly.

"No?? I was drinking because Vanessa and Yami were drinking too!"

"Don't drink so much next time y/n... and don't be too close to that guy..."

"I will Henry.." you scooted closer to him, "then should i come over here more often for sleepovers? This feels really nice.."

Henry took the leap of faith and wrapped you in his arms, only for you to snuggle against him like a contented cat.

Zora Ideale

Zora was the kind of monster that could turn off his feelings like a switch. When he saw you and Adrian flirting with each other in the gardens, he rolled his eyes, thinking about finding an opportunity to prank that outsider that was supposed to be here for "training".

Training my foot. Training to flirt with my girl?

Except you were kinda not his girl, not yet. But it was an open secret that you and Zora both had something for each other.

Zora spent the entire day cooped up in his hut, writing, practicing and perfecting new spells.

When he came home, it was already way past midnight.

"y...n...." Adrian's slurring voice could be heard when Zora climbed up the stairs.

He was initially tired but hearing that bastard call for you at this hour made him boil.

"Zora!" you ran into his arms out of nowhere, catching the red head by surprise. He wondered what had happened, was Adrian trying to do something funny to you in the middle of the night?

Many bad thought plagued his mind and he got angrier by the second. That was when Adrian finally appeared from your room, naked.

"fuck." Zora hissed. And before you could stop him, he stomped forward and punched Adrian in the face, drawing blood from his nose. You swore you saw something white fly off from Adrian's mouth as well.

You quickly rushed forward, "Zora! He's sleep walking!"

Zora raised a brow at you, "I know."

Adrian started to groan in pain as he woke up, wondering what in the world had happened.

"And you punched him?!" you stared at the masked man bewilderedly.

"I'll punch anybody that makes you cry." he confessed, "although I'm not complaining that he made you run into my arms."

You blushed as red as a tomato and smacked him lightly on his arm.

"ow... my nose hurts.."

"Your nose hurts?" Zora snarked at the man and stepped on his inner thigh, just inches from his privates, "You could be hurting elsewhere as well, Pervert."

Adrian yelped in pain from Zora's weight, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just have the habit to sleep naked and I tend to sleepwalk."

"I don't give a fuck what your fucking habits are creep, you harass my girl again I'll punch your balls up your throat."

Adrian was scared out of his wits as he quickly crawled away.

"You ok now?" Zora patted your head, "tch, told you to stay away from that creep."

"Since when did you-" you wanted to protest but stopped yourself, "Zora, Adrian fell on my bed earlier.. so can I-"

Before you could complete your sentence, Zora was already dragging you into his room. He took a quick shower and removed his mask. A sight he only allowed you to see.

You always marvelled at how handsome he was without his mask, wondering why does he cover up his pretty features.

"stop staring and go to bed." he came into the bed with you.

You wrapped your arms around his frame, sleeping in his arms.

"tch. what a troublesome brat." he said but his arms wrapped around your frame tightly, closing any gap left between the both of you.

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Why he kinda effeminate.. 💕

My bby.. <3

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Half My Wardrobe

Hi guys~! So here’s another Greyche fic it was inspired in part by my sweater fic i wrote a few days ago hehe, I hope you guys like it this was so fun and so cute to write 🥺💕!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 629

Warnings: None

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It all started with that one sweater. Gauche had practically given it to Grey when she had stolen it while he was gone, it hadn’t bothered him at first, but it was starting to get ridiculous! He noticed every time he was away for a mission another piece of clothing would go missing, and he had been going away a lot. He was down to one shirt and one sweater, all his other shirts and sweaters were missing. Luckily she hadn’t taken his pants, socks, or underwear, she was probably too nervous to even think about taking those. Gauche sighed as he made his way to Grey’s room, he had to talk to her about this, he knocked on the door before entering.

“ Grey we need to tal-.” He stopped as his eyes widened in shock. He saw a mountain of his clothes piled up on her bed, he blinked as he noticed the pile shift a little bit and he saw the top of her head peek out of the top. “ So this is where half my wardrobe went.” Gauche teased as he closed the door behind him and walked over to her bed. Grey peeked just over the top of the clothes to look at him as he approached.

“ I-I’m sorry! I meant to get these back to you, I j-just got sidetracked!” She muttered nervously, Gauche shook his head as he crouched down in front of her bed and looked up at her. He thought she was adorable wearing his sweater, this made her 10x more adorable. ‘How am I allowed to have the best and most adorable woman in the world?’ He wondered with a small smile on his face. He was truly lucky to have someone like Grey in his life.

“ It’s fine if you take one or two of my shirts and sweaters,” he started “ but I do need to at least take a few back with me so I’m not having to wear the same thing everyday.” He told her as he grabbed some of his clothes and placed them on a chair, he noticed her face turn red as she pulled the sweater she was wearing up her face to cover it partially.

“ I’m sorry, I’ll give them all back. I-I promise I won’t take them anymore!” She stammered before grabbing some of his shirts and throwing them onto a chair, Gauche sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t want her to think he was mad at her for taking his clothes, he just didn’t want her to take all of them and leave him partially naked! His head shot and he turned to look at her.

“ How about we make a deal?” He offered, he noticed Grey tilt her head curiously.

“ A deal?” She asked cautiously, he nodded before grabbing some of his shirts and holding them out to her.

“ You pick two shirts and two sweaters to keep permanently and I’ll take back all the ones you don’t want. If those shirts and sweaters begin to lose my smell then you tell me and I’ll wear them for a while and give them back to you. Sound fair?” He suggested, he noticed Grey’s eyes brighten and a bright smile grace her features.

“ R-Really?!” She asked, when he nodded again she sprang forward, knocking him over in the process, and wrapping him up in a tight hug. “ Thank you Gauche!” She added with a soft laugh as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He smiled softly before wrapping his arms around her and kissing the side of her head.

“ You’re welcome. Now let’s pick out some clothes for you to keep.”

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I loved this so much I hope you guys did too 🥺💕! If not i apologize and will try to do better next time! But thanks for reading and i hope you all have a good day~!

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Surprises In The Night

Summary Even though it's just another night at the Black Bull's base, some surprises were just too shocking to be just done with it...

A/N Inspired by @f-oighears hilarious and amazing oneshot on Ao3, I loved that one^^ I might work on a sequel for this.

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If there was something that Yami hated more than being woken up in the middle of the night, it was being woken in the middle of the night while he had a special someone in the bed with him. If he had known better, he would have ignored Magna’s scream and actually spent a peaceful night.

But of course, Yami didn’t known any better. So, he stood up, scratched his chin, groaned, gave the groaning woman next to him a reassuring caress and went to open the door.

“Geez, you know what time it is, Magna? People are trying to sleep here, just so you know.”

“I’m sorry, captain Yami, sir! But I’m so shocked!” Magna yelled, while his captain hold him at the head, almost crushing him.

“Shocked of what, dumbass? To see me awake at night? Being scared would be more appropriate and you should know that.”

“No, that’s not it! I mean, I am scared to see you awake right now and I’m shocked for something else!”

“Oh really? And what did shocked you in our Hideout? Did Gauche stop worshipping his little sis all of a sudden?”

“No, it’s Vanessa, she-“

Magna stopped suddenly, as he got a glance in Yamis bedroom. Yami sweated and tried to hide his squad members eye’s, but it was too late. Magna saw that there was a woman in his captains bed. And since said woman just sat up, he also immediately recognized who it was.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Crap, again?

Instinctively, Yami closed his door while some other Black Bulls suddenly came out of their rooms, though Henry didn’t joined the crowd and stood at his doorframe. The boys, no girls where there yet and he hoped that it stayed that way. He also hoped that the girls rooms were rather away today and with any luck, they haven’t heard Magna screaming his lungs out.

With any luck.

“Can’t you scream in silence, we’re trying to sleep here!” Gauche yelled, but thankfully not as loud as Magna.

“Is there a fight? Are we attacked?” Luck asked with enthusiasm, his night bonnet whipping in every direction as he talked and jumped.

“Well… first… and… then… bed… the hell…” Magna stuttered, pointing at the door to the captains bedroom. Yami hold his head a little stronger.

“There’s nothing to see here, brats. Just a fuss over nothing. Now go back to bed and sleep and shut up or you’re all dead.”

How lucky he was that Nacht wasn’t here. He wouldn’t have heard the end of it.

But how unlucky he was that there was someone who was able to read Ki.

“That’s weird, captain Yami. I read captain Charlottes Ki in your room- OUCH!”

“I never should have teached you to read Ki, cupcake,” Yami groaned in his most menacing voice, while Asta was now also getting his head almost crushed.

But it was too late. His brats were sleepy but the smartest ones would put the dots together in a few seconds. And Yami wasn’t awake enough to quickly get his katana and grimoire to threaten them with a Dimension Slash if they won’t go to bed quickly.

Silence.

Asta and Magna whined.

More silence.

“WHAAAAT!”

“Really, is she here to fight?”

“Does that mean she wants to become our new friend?”

“Oh… I… would… have… make… a… new… guest… room… if… I… knew… that… she… was… coming…”

“Why is the captain of the Blue Roses allowed to sleep here and not Marie?”

“WOULD YOU ALL SHUT UP!” Yami screamed. “Finral, breath again, I still need my wheels. No, Luck, the prickly princess is not here to fight you, especially not in the middle of the night. Gordon, if she wants to become your friend, you ask her, not me. Henry, she’s sleeping in my bed, a new guest room isn’t needed. Gauche, if you continue to be angry that my prickly princess is here while your sister isn’t, you will do Astas cleaning duty for a year. And Zora, stop snickering or I’ll kill you!”

In the meantime, Charlotte came out of his bedroom, looking tired, annoyed and somehow resigned.

Damn. She was really hot as a sleepy head, especially when she was wearing one of his large undershirts that were way too long for her.

But right now, with his brats present, the male brats, Yami would have preferred that Charlotte really did bring one of her long nightgowns. He wanted the only one to see that sight of her.

“Good… well, good night, everyone,” the blonde woman mumbled.

She was clearly flustered. Yami couldn’t blame her.

“Good night and, um, nice to see you, captain Charlotte. Welcome at the Black Bulls Hideout,” Finral said, in an unsure tone but still willing to be polite and showing some hospitality towards a squad captain visitor.

There was an awkward silence, only interrupted by Astas and Magnas whining.

Then Finral looked like he understood something.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my-“

“Stop repeating, Finral and just say it out loud!” Gauche yelled, visibly annoyed.

“Captain Yami is shagging the captain of the Blue Roses”, Zora snickered.

Charlotte blushed and Yami could feel his own face burning up as well. Crap, he didn’t wanted his brats to find out about his relationship like that, especially not in the middle of the night. And he had wanted to keep it a secret for longer, just because he knew how his brats could be.

“Oh… Con… gra… tu… la… tions…”

“Thank you, Henry,” Charlotte mumbled, trying to look away.

“What does shagging mean? Is it another word to fight? Can I join?”

“NO!” both Yami and Charlotte yelled.

“And was that the reason Magna screamed two times?” Gauche asked, while he was taking a picture of his sister out of his pyjama pocket. “One time would have been one too much already, I was sleeping and dreaming of my angel-“

“You mean your sister or Grey?” Gordon asked. Of course it wasn’t teasing coming from him, but Gauche still flushed a little. Good. Yami hoped that the attention would go over to Gauche now and his not-so-secret feelings for Grey.

But of course, Magna had to stop his salvation.

“No- ouch! I only screamed for the second – ow – when I saw captain Charlotte in captain Yamis bed- ouchy! The first scream – au, au – was about…”

“Yami darling, would you please stop crush those poor boys heads?” Charlotte asked, half annoyed, half concerned for Asta and Magna. Yami just sighed, dropping his two knights who landed with their butts on the floor.

“Thank you, captain Charlotte.”

“Hold your gratitude, especially you, Magna,” Yami said in a very menacing voice. “If your first scream wasn’t about me and my prickly princess-“

“Did he just said my prickly princess?” Finral asked, still under shock.

“-then why did you scream in the first place?”

“Don’t be so rude on him, Yami. It’s not his fault that he found out about us.”

“Don’t scold me, prickly princess, you’re breaking my delicate little heart of glass here.”

“Delicate little heart of glass?” a few Black Bulls asked, surprised.

“Well,” Magna started. “I wasn’t sleeping well and wanted to ask Vanessa for some potion to help me sleep. But…” at this point, Magna blushed, “she… well… she wasn’t alone in her room.”

“Did the girls have a sleepover?” Asta asked, innocently. “That’s strange, normally they do it in Charmys room, because of the snacks. Vanessas room is way too messy for a sleepover, everyone knows that. But Magna, you could have still asked for that potion, even if the other girls are with her.”

“No, it wasn’t a sleepover with all the girls,” Magna replied, even more blushing. He went silent and some Black Bulls began to put some dots together.

“Oh… she has someone too,” Finral said, clearly trying to process that particular news.

“Who?” Asta asked innocently.

Magna blushed even more – was that even possible? – and kept quiet.

“Magna, no need to be ashamed. It’s good that Vanessa has someone that makes her happy. I wanna know who that person is, so we can be friends.”

“And I wanna fight that person!”

“Did you saw them in her bed?”

“No…”

Gauche sighed deeply, visibly irritated. “Then how can you be sure that Vanessa has someone when you haven’t saw another person with her in her bed?”

“I never said that I saw them, I couldn’t because I didn’t even entered the room!” Magna protested. “But I… heard them.”

Silence.

“They were… apparently… very busy…”

Silence.

“I heard Vanessa mostly, but… he… well…”

“Oh, it’s a man?” Zora asked.

“I wanna fight him!”, Luck added. Those two were currently the only ones who dared to speak up.

“Well… I was petrified at first. But then, Vanessa screamed his name and… you know the rest.”

“And what name was it that it made you scream like that?”

“It’s… Nozel Silva.”

Silence.

An owl was heard outside of the base.

More silence.

“WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!”

That multiple scream filled the whole Hideout. It was probable that the Black Bull girls would come after this. And indeed, Nero was already coming nonchalantly, with Grey hiding behind her.

“Hello, everyone. If you ask where the other girls are, Noelle will follow and I haven’t seen Charmy or Vanessa. Good evening, captain Charlotte.”

Nero was so unfazed that it was almost scary.

“So… you’re not surprised that the captain of the Blue Roses is here?” Finral asked carefully.

“Not really. After all, it was time that captain Yami not only finally realizes those feelings, but also that they finally got together.”

“For fuck’s sake, was I really the last one who realized what my prickly princess was feeling for me?”

“Yes,” Gordon said and Finral even added, “Well, even captain Jack realized it before you and since he’s-“

“Be careful with what you say, Finral!”

Yamis voice was so menacing that everyone present flinched, except Charlotte and Nero.

“B-Being in front of a s-squad captain i-in my nightgown a-and with a s-sleepy h-head, i-it’s so e-embarrassing.”

“Grey, it’s probably embarassing for everyone. Would you like some tea?” Gordon asked in an effort to calm his squadmate a bit.

“Forget about the tea, Gordon! Could anyone please explain why Vanessa is sleeping with Nozel Silva of all people?”

Grey just shrieked again at Gauches question, which meant that she wouldn’t calm herself a bit for a while.

Nero, on the other hand, seemed unfazed as usual.

“Oh. I better go warn them, just in case.”

She transformed into a bird with a plop and flew away immediately, leaving a bunch of stunned people behind her. Grey now went to hide behind Gauche.

“Okay, not being surprised about captain Yami and captain Charlotte is one thing,” Finral finally said, visibly still trying to recover from the shock. “But captain Nozel and Vanessa together is a far bigger surprise, even for Nero!”

“Maybe she already knew,” Gordon suggested, but it was left unheard as Zora, Magna and Asta began to speak up at the same time.

“I honestly haven’t seen it coming, even though Vanessas Ki had been weird, lately.”

“I swear it’s true, I’ve heard her say his name!”

“I could say that it’s maybe another Nozel. But who else would have a dumbass name like that.”

“Shut up, brats!”, Yami yelled, punching a fist in a wall. “I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I will not allow another cap using my hideout as a dating place!”

Charlotte sighed, “Yami, I’m a captain too.”

“You’re an exception, prickly princess and I invited you.”

“Isn’t it fair to assume that Vanessa invited Nozel, then?”

“Without my authorization!”

“Does she need you’re authorization?”

“Only when Braids is involved.”

“You came up with that only now, I can tell.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m still the captain of this squad of misfits.”

“Woah, captain Yami, you and captain Charlotte already sound like an old- OUCH!”

Yami took Asta again menacingly by the head, while Charlotte held his arm, trying to make him let go of his squad member.

“Geez, where’s Charmy when we need her? I need some popcorn or one of her special drinks,” Zora snickered, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“Well, honestly, I’m surprised no one noticed a thing before. After all, we all know how difficult it is to have some privacy here,” Finral sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Well… it’s only my second night in this base,” Charlotte mumbled.

“Well, it’s still an accomplishment, captain Charlotte. One night keeping a secret is already long in here.”

“Yeah, unless you want some excitement, you better met elsewhere when you’re dating outside of your squad,” Zora added, still snickering, but somehow softer.

Which didn’t go unnoticed by Asta, who was still struggling to get free from Yamis grip with Charlottes help.

“Zora, are you talking from experience?”

“Nah, I’m just stating a fact.”

“But…”

Asta couldn’t continue, because Nero came back in this very moment. Followed by Nozel and Vanessa. Hand in hand. Nozel was only wearing some pyjama pants and Vanessa a – unusual for her style – long undershirt, which was too silvery white to not be a Silva piece of clothing.

Well, there was nothing left to doubt anymore.

“Nero warned us,” Vanessa smiled, while blushing. “Um, sorry that we traumatized you, Magna.”

Nozel said nothing, but his cheeks were totally beet red.

“Did you realize what time of the night it is? Couldn’t you just… um… I mean, never mind.”

Magna looked at Nozel Silva with cautious, but even though the captain of the Silver Eagles was obviously not going to scold him, the Black Bulls fire mage kept quiet. He was still embarrassed from his discovery, after all.

Charlotte and the Black Bulls just awkwardly stared at Nozel, who just blushed harder and stared anywhere else but at the pairs of eyes looking upon him. In fact, he stared at Vanessas hand holding his, intervening their fingers.

“Oh, good evening, captain Charlotte. First night captain took you at our base, huh?”

“Hello, Vanessa. No, it’s actually my second- Wait, you knew that we’re together?”

“Yes, I did.”

Silence.

“WHAT?” almost everyone yelled.

“Well, you know, when your boyfriend is a captain, you have an excellent source of gossip about what happens at the meetings of squad captains?”

“WHAT?”

“But… we were… and… Nozel… how did he… of all people…” Charlotte stuttered, slowly losing some bits of the cool she still had left.

“Yeah, no offence to your boyfriend, Vanessa, but captain braids isn’t the most susceptible towards gossip,” Zora snickered, somehow having the time of his life. Or something else, because Asta was looking at him with question mark eyes again and again.

“I… had a good teacher,” Nozel finally said, clearly flustered.

“Oh, this is really lovely of you to say, honey,” Vanessa smiled, clearly touched and giving him a kiss on the cheek, much to the others shock.

“Wait, was that a compliment?” Magna asked.

“Yes, it was,” Asta replied, more than stunned.

“Well, it sounded like it,” Zora snickered, although it was just as surprised as the others.

“And are we just ignore the fact that Vanessa just called Nozel Silva honey of all people?” Finral asked.

“And that she kissed him on the cheek,” Gordon added.

“W-witnessing t-this, i-it’s so em-embarassing…”

“Oh, shut up, you brats!” Yami suddenly yelled, stopping the growing discussions of his squad members.

“Please, language, Yami,” Charlotte mumbled. But she knew that it was unnecessary anyway.

“Alright, Bird Braid, I don’t think I gave you my authorization to-“

“Yami, leave Nozel alone, I invited him!”

“You’re not of the hook, Vanessa.”

“Fore- um, Yami. Do not scold Vanessa, she was just being hospitable!”

“Oh, come on, Braids, Vanessa. Would you stop defending each other, I’m trying to-“

“No!”

It was not only Nozel and Vanessa who yelled, but also Charlotte and that alone made Yami go quiet again. There was a silence again, only disturbed by Greys soft whimpering and Finrals polite mumble to welcome Nozel in their base.

“Honestly, how did that even happen?” Gauche finally groaned, pointing at both couples.

“You want the long version or the short version?” Vanessa asked, finding some of her joyful attitude again.

“Keep it short, wino.”

“Okay. We fell in love.”

“Wait, that’s way too short!”

“But you asked me to keep it short.”

“What Gauche probably should have meant,” Yami said, as calm as possible since Charlotte was holding his arm, “why would you go with Braids of all people. Seriously, you can do better than a royal who has three sticks up his ass.”

“Excuse me?”

Nozel made a step towards Yami, visibly insulted.

“Yami, please, was that really necessary?” Charlotte asked, deadpanned.

“Oh, we’ll have a night fight! Yeah! Comme Magna, fight me!”

“Please… don’t… fight… It’s… still… the… middle… of… the… night… and… I’m… way… too… tired… to… fix… all… the… damages…”

“No way! I’m still too shocked, find someone else to fight!”

“Okay, can someone fetch Charmy,” Zora grinned. “I really need popcorn.”

“I… would… only… be… able… to… fix… them… later… tomorrow… and… captain… Yami… doesn’t… like… parts… of… our… base… stay… broken… for… too… long.”

“For Heaven’s sake,” Vanessa said loud, stopping the discussions. “Who I love is my business and Nozel doesn’t have one or three sticks up his ass. I would know if there were some, trust me.”

A bunch of the present people blushed.

“And even if he had, I wouldn’t give a damn at all. I love Nozel, he makes me happy.”

She gave her boyfriend the most gorgeous smile the Black Bulls ever saw on her face. Nozel blushed, but smiled softly back, holding her hand tighter.

“You… um, you make me happy too.”

“Oh, this is adorable,” Gordon smiled, already planning to add two new dolls for his collection.

Finral only nodded, a bit unease. On one hand, it was a bit embarassing and honestly weird to witness Vanessa making eyes with Nozel Silva of all people. But on the other hand, they were adorable and Finral was not too embarrassed to admit that he was happy for his best friend.

One day soon, it would be us, lady Finesse…

“Nope, this is weird,” Gauche groaned.

“Go date Grey first, Gauche,” Vanessa replied. “Then you can talk.”

Both Grey and Gauche blushed.

“Besides, captain Yami, do I make such a drama about you and captain Charlotte?”

Yami was about to reply when a new person joined the hallway.

“Can someone please tell me what all the fuss is about? Do you realize what time-“

Noelle stopped, both with her words and her feet, as she saw that her older brother was here. Both Nozel and Vanessa blushed, unable to say anything.

“Nozel… um…”

“Good evening, Noelle.”

It was only then when the water mage discovered her older brother’s hand in Vanessas.

Silence.

“Wait… Vanessa, why is Nozel… and… OH MY GOD!”

Noelle immediately covered her face with her hands as realization hit her.

“Alright, sweetie, don’t forget do take deep breaths.”

“I’m doing it, Vanessa!”

She clearly wasn’t.

“I mean… it’s just… weird… No, it’s not! I mean it is, but… I don’t mean it as an insult, I swear! Did anyone even know?”

A bunch of Black Bulls replied with a “No”. But it didn’t had much an impact, because another Bull had an answer who was the complete opposite.

“Yes, I did know.”

“NERO?”

“But… why didn’t you say anything?” Noelle asked with cautious.

“First, they wanted to keep it a secret for a while and I respected that. It was their secret and not mine, after all,” Nero answered in the calmest way. “And second, they’re cute together.”

“Cute?”

While some Black Bulls, including Yami, looked at Nero in disbelief, Noelle stared back at her brother and her squadmate, still holding hands like there was no tomorrow and obviously standing nearer to each other than needed.

“Well… I can’t disagree with that. But... it’s still weird. But cute, yes, I can’t deny. But weird, argh, sorry!”

“You still under shock, it’s normal, sweetie,” Vanessa smiled, visibly relieved that Noelle didn’t took it badly.

“We wanted to tell you,” Nozel sighed. “We just… postponed. And well… it was also new… for both of us.”

“New and beautiful, honey,” Vanessa added, stroking some silver hair behind his ear.

“Honey?” Noelle repeated, still under shock.

“Sweetie, please, I give nicknames to everyone, it’s normal that your dear brother would also have his own. And you can ask captain Charlotte if she has some nicknames for captain Yami as well.”

“VANESSA!!”

It was only then that Noelle realized that her older brother wasn’t the only captain from another squad present tonight.

“Captain Charlotte… with… captain Yami… wait! You’re finally together?”

“Would she wear one of my undershirts if that weren’t the case?” Yami asked, annoyed. But since his secret was out, there was sadly no reason anymore to try to hide it.

“I should tell Puli about this great news,” Gordon said, happily.

“Puli? Like Puli Angel? A member of my squad?”

“Yes, we became good friends since that mixer. You were there too, captain Yami, remember?”

“A mixer? I don’t remember being on a mixer ever in my life, especially with some Blue Roses.”

“But it was a mixer, I was there too!” Charlotte complained. “It was during those six months of training before the raid of Spade. I had that pretty dress on and you told me that I looked like I was going to freeze and when we touched hands to take the pepper and I… jumped… out of a window.”

Charlotte went beet red.

“You… did what?” Nozel asked, clearly confused.

“Wait, that was a mixer?” Yami asked, also clearly confused. “But you told me that your girls made this a dinner party for you to relax a bit.”

“They… well… they mostly did it so that you and I could get together…”

Silence.

“Charlotte, how long have you been in love with me?”

The captain of the Blue Roses just yelped, hiding her face behind her hands. She had hoped to be over this, but it was now in the middle of the night and a bunch of people found out about their secret, not to mention that she was still tired and just learned another secret as well. It was a bit too much for her to handle.

“Look at us, so many couples. Captain is finally together with Charlotte, I’m happy with my Little Eagle, Noelle and-“

“Vanessa!” Noelle yelped, beet red. Asta looked at her with confusion and a frown.

“Okay, sorry. Finral is going to marry his beloved Finesse, I bet it’s only a matter of time before Grey and Gauche get together-“

“Shut up, Wino!”

“Would you please talk to my girlfriend with more respect, delinquent?”

“Magna and Luck are so, so close like never before, Gordon is friends with Puli and maybe it could become more-“

“We’re just friends, though.”

“And I know that Zora is seeing someone very special too.”

Zora’s smug snickering found an end in an awkward cough.

“You… know?”

“Don’t worry, Zor, I still have no idea who it is. But we can all take bets. I put my two scents on Kirsch.”

“Poor Zora,” the Silva siblings mumbled.

“Wait, you have someone? Is that why your Ki was so weird right now? But who?” Asta asked and his confusion visibly irritated Zora.

“But who would have the patience to deal with Zora?” Gauche asked, still grumpy.

“Well, Grey has patience with you, so you’re not one to talk,” Zora snarked back.

Gauche was about to reply, when the door to Zoras room was brutally opened.

“WHAT ARE YOU MAKING ME WAITING FOR SO LONG, PEASANT!”

Except Zora, everyone present was shocked to see Nebra Silva of all people run out of Zoras room, wearing only a black nightgown, very unusual for a Silva.

Nebra stopped short as she realized that Zora wasn’t alone. In fact, two persons in particular got her attention and put her in a very Silva state of embarrassment.

“Nozel, Noelle, hi.”

“Nebra, hi.”

Nozel didn’t say anything. It wasn’t clear if he was shocked like the others or just done.

Probably both.

“Okay, this is way more surprising than Vanessa being with captain Nozel,” Finral finally said, sounding surprised and done at the same time.

Zora looked like he wanted to retreat.

“Nozel is with… Oh my gosh!” Nebra exclaimed, pointing at Nozel and Vanessa. “So she’s the one you’re canoodling with!”

“Wait, you knew about them?” Noelle asked.

“Well, I only knew that Nozel was dating someone and… um, due to circumstances, I suspected that it probably wasn’t a noble.”

“What kind of circumstances?” Nozel asked, frowning.

“Um, you know, circumstances,” Nebra mumbled, flicking her hand, before she turned to Zora and took him by the shoulders. “Why haven’t you told me that my older brother is dating your squadmate?”

“Hey, don’t accuse me, I only learned about it like two minutes ago! It’s not my fault that they were caught by Magna over there.”

“I couldn’t sleep and I haven’t expected Vanessa to scream the name of the Silver Eagles captain in the middle of the night!”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t help it, Nozel is such a god in bed!”

“Vanessa!”

Nozel, even more beet red than before, put a hand on his girlfriend’s mouth, but it was unnecessary. As good as everyone understood what Vanessa was implying. Especially his sisters, who were now as flustered as he was. The three Silva siblings just looked at each other, too embarrassed to even look away.

“Wait,” Gordon said suddenly, “Asta is with Noelle, Vanessa with captain Nozel and Zora with lady Nebra. Does that mean that three Silvas are in love with someone out of their circles?”

“Three?” Charlotte asked innocently, but it was covered by Noelles squealed “GORDON!!!”, while Astas cheek turned into a soft pink.

But to almost everyone’s surprise, Nozel and Nebra weren’t that shocked about their little sister being with a peasant. Vanessa giggled and Zora leaned against the wall with resigned sigh.

“You… knew…” Noelle stuttered. Asta went to her and took her hand.

“Yes, I do and apparently, Nozel is aware as well. About you and Asta,” Nebra sighed, flicking her hand. A clear indicator that she was flustered. And that she probably doesn’t have the energy to say something insulting, even if she wanted to. But she didn’t.

“And… you’re not against it?”

“Noelle, look at us. I’m with a peasant just like you and Nozel is with a witch. We both would be hypocrites if we were against your relationship.” Nebra sighed deeply, before mumbling, “I don’t wanna be a hypocrite ever again.”

“Well, we can say you made some progress,” Zora mumbled, taking her hand. It was clear as crystal how flustered he and Nebra were right now.

The Bulls were still too stunned to make comments right now, not to mention to tease Zora.

“Wait!” Noelle suddenly yelled, angrily pointing at Vanessa and Zora. “I wanted to announce this to my siblings myself and all of you promised to keep the secret until then! You promised!”

“Noelle, I already knew before Vanessa had to make this promise to you,” Nozel replied, sounding somehow tired.

“That’s true,” Vanessa added with a not-so-sorry smile. “I actually told him that you were head over heels for Asta long before you both even got together.”

“And I saw you both kissing at that award ceremony a few weeks ago. Due to circumstances” Nebra said, flicking her hand, trying and failing to sound sure of herself.

“Oh, that was our first kiss,” Asta said innocently.

“That explains why you looked so… Nevermind. Well, I was together with Zora for a week already back then, so…”

“Yeah, Little Miss Royal here told me then, so the promise came a bit too late for me to take.”

“Oh.”

That was all Noelle could say.

“No way, seriously?” Yami groaned. “My squad is not the right place for your fricking triple royal romance drama!”

“Um, we didn’t choose to be all together at the same place and at the same time, we had no idea,” Nebra mumbled, discreetly trying to get behind Zora.

“Why are you even here, braids and Noelles sister?”

“Captain, be polite, her name is Nebra,” Noelle protested.

“You’re also not off the hook, Noelle.”

“What did I do now?”

“Just so you know, I didn’t choose to be here in the first place!” Nebra immediately replied, offended. “I just happened to lose a bet to my peasant and now, I have to spent the night here. Usually, we met up in my room-“

Zora swiftly put both of his hands on Nebras mouth, but of course, it was a bit too late.

“Wait, lady Nebra… you brought Zora… in your room… at the Silva palace?” Finral asked, while Noelle looked like she was about to faint. Everyone turned towards Nozel, waiting for the scolding.

Which didn’t came.

Instead, the captain of the Silver Eagles just let his free hand slowly glide down his face.

“Nebra, it would be highly wrong of me to scold you for… well, this. After all, I invited Vanessa at the palace a lot of times as well.”

Silence.

“WHAT?”

Vanessa just smiled.

“Okay, it seems to me that the both of you don’t appreciate our hideout as you should,” Yami said menacingly at Zora and Vanessa. “Tomorrow, you will-“

“No, they won’t,” Charlotte interrupted him firmly.

“Prickly Princess, I know how to handle my dumbasses.”

“They won’t do your punishment, because in that case, you’ll have to do it too, by your logic. Shall I remember you that I invited you at my place plenty of times and that you enjoyed it?”

“Dang it… why do you have such a grip on me, Prickly Princess? You hurt my delicate little heart here.”

“Delicate?” Nozel asked, stunned.

“Oy, Braids, don’t you dare say anything insulting about what I just said! And this applies to the rest of you as well!”

“I won’t… Given the grip Vanessa has on me…”

The two captains just looked at each other blankly. With maybe a glint of understanding.

“A lot is happening tonight,” Nero said, sounding like she was stating a fact.

“Too much. All those, well, surprises are giving me a headache,” Finral whimpered, rubbing his temples. “At this point, I will be not that surprise if another captain would appear all of a sudden as well. Or Solid Silva, while we’re at it.”

“Solid is not interested in romance in general and I highly doubt that he’s here too,” Nebra just shrugged, flicking her hand.

“That would be too much,” Noelle mumbled, only slowly recovering from the shock that two of her siblings not only know about her and Asta, but are also dating two of her squadmates.

“So, Zora, how do you find the Silva palace?” Vanessa asked with a smirk. It was difficult to say if she was cheery like usual or if she just tried to hide how flustered she maybe was. “I know mostly Nozels room and private bathroom, but I love it nonetheless. Oh, and the flower garden is amazing too. No wonder Silvas are so good at flower language.”

“Wait, he showed you the Silva flower garden?” Noelle asked in pure disbelief. After all, this flower garden had been the sanctuary of their mother and knowing Nozel, he would never invite some random person to visit that particular place of their castle.

“Oh my god, brother! You really are serious about her!” Nebra exclaimed, while pointing at Vanessa.

“Just because he showed her a flower garden?” Gauche asked.

“I never saw it with my own eyes, but I heard that it is the most beautiful flower garden in the kingdom of Clover,” Charlotte said.

“What is so special about flowers, anyways?” Magna groaned, only to be threaten again by Yami.

“Listen well, kiddo, I don’t care that braids showed Vanessa his fricking bloomy garden, but my prickly princess here has a high respect for flowers, so don’t insult her, got it?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

“Yami, please, let him go!”

“Well, I haven’t seen much but Nebras room and her bathroom,” Zora answered, rubbing the back of his head. “I don’t complain about it most of the time, but,” he started snickering, finding again some smugness, “my Little Miss Royal here is not the soundest sleeper. I lost count about how many times I woke up on her carpet because she kicked me out of bed while she was asleep. Or how many times I woke up because she was hugging me like a plushie.”

“Hey, why are you blurting my darkest secrets to everyone? You don’t have my permission!”

“I don’t need your permission and you have darker secrets than your fucked up sleeping habits. Consider this a punishment for jumping out of my room like, revealing your true darkest secret – you being with a pestering peasant – to my whole squad and your siblings, plus another squad captain.”

“It was taking too long and I needed my plushie!”

“Come on, I gifted you a titanic plushie at your birthday, you could have took that one!”

“It’s in my bedroom at the palace, so I couldn’t! And even if I had, you know that you’re always my first plushie choice!”

“Wonder why, you always complain that I’m too bony to hug and that I talk way too much for a plushie!”

“Still my first choice! And don’t you say that you don’t love it to be hugged!”

“I prefer being hold like a fricking boyfriend, not like a fricking plushie!”

“Um, are they flirting or arguing? I can’t tell,” Magna mumbled, unsure.

“When are they going to fight?” Luck asked with enthusiasm.

“So… Zora gifted her that giant white tiger plushie I saw in her room during my last visit?” Noelle asked, looking at Nozel, who just looked so done at this point. Vanessa hugged him with compassion.

“Oh, don’t be so surprised,” Nebra told them with a flick of her hand. “Zora and I realized that insults seems to be our love language.”

“Is that even possible?” Asta asked, frowning.

“Well, as my girlfriend just said, it is possible, little bro-in-law.”

“Little… But Zora, neither of us are married with Noelle and Nebra, how can we already be brothers-in-law? And don’t call me little!”

“Sorry, but at this point, it’s like we’re already in-laws. And you’re smaller and younger than me, so you’re a lil’ bro-in-law.”

Zora didn’t say that given how most nobles and royals were, how classes were still important, how rumours could hurt more than they should, marrying their beloved won’t be an easy task. People would be against them, refusing to understand and trying to get them apart. And he knew that every Silva sibling present and the three who were dating one of said Silva siblings knew that, even an idiot like Asta.

But that wasn’t a discussion for now, in the middle of the night and of other Black Bulls. It was a discussion the three Silva couples would better have in small circle, with only the six of them.

And it probably wouldn’t be so funny and embarassing as that very scene right there.

“Geez,” Yami groaned, clearly so done with all of this. “Listen, before you plan some triple royal wedding-“

“It’s too early for that!” six voices yelled.

“-let me remind you that it’s the middle of the night and that you’re all lucky that my prickly princess is here, otherwise I would ground everyone present and make all of you sleep in their own room! But since Charlotte is here, I can’t do that, otherwise we both would have a fight right here and now, which would be impossible to make it future Yami’s problem. And yes, I would have asked Henry to make two separate bedrooms for the royal guests here.”

“That won’t have been necessary,” Vanessa pouted, hugging Nozel tightly. “I don’t like sleeping alone now that I have my Little Eagle.”

“And I still need my favourite plushie to sleep!”

Nozel and Zora both just sighed.

“What would captain have done if captain Charlotte weren’t present?” Asta asked quietly.

“Maybe he would have not be so flustered like he is now and he would have fun embarrass my brother,” Noelle whispered back.

“What was that, you brats?”

“Nothing, sir, sorry!”

“Can’t we change the subject, please?” Finral asked, flustered and done at the same time. “Or even better, going back to sleep? There’s a squad captains meeting tomorrow at noon and now I will have to escort three captains to that, not to mention-“

“Don’t worry, Finral,” Yami replied, suddenly all smug. “At least, my prickly princess will use an escort, Braids and I will-“

SMACK!

“Ouch! What was that for, prickly princess?”

“Whatever you were going to say… Don’t. Do. It.”

Yami groaned, but actually kept quiet.

“Woah, she really has a grip on him,” Asta said.

“Before you start teasing, dumbass, remember that the same applies for Noelle and you.”

“But, captain Yami sir, I never wanted to tease you, I swear!”

“Don’t lie.”

“I don’t!”

“La, what is all the fuss about? Don’t tell me you have all a midnight meal without me?”

Everyone present turned to see to Charmy coming towards them, the only Black Bull who wasn’t present until now. Except Nacht, but he wasn’t even in the Hideout tonight. Like usual, of course.

Two things were unusual with Charmy, though. Firstly, she was in her big form. Oh, she had learned to switch between her two forms, but she still stay mostly in the little version.

And secondly, she wasn’t alone…

“What is the captain of the Aqua Deer doing here?” Magna asked, totally dumbfounded.

“Great, now I have to escort four captains tomorrow,” Finral sighed, resigned with his Fate.

Charmy looked at Rill who came behind her, flustered and smiling awkwardly, before she turned towards the rest, announcing, “Oh, he’s my boyfriend, la. Did I forgot to tell you?”

“BOYFRIEND?”

“I thought Charmy told you already,” Rill said with an awkward smile.

“Wait, Glowing Hair,” Yami replied, stunned and menacingly at the same time, “you date Charmy, is that why you acted with sick familiarity with me lately?”

“Why, yes? You’re basically her dad and I hoped you’ll approve of me for Charmy. She already met my mother, who loved her immediately, as well as Walter, and she became so popular within my squad. My squad members even asked me if when we’ll have a party with the Black Bulls to celebrate our relationship. Um… that was to bold to ask, wasn’t it?”

“Celebrate?” Yami repeated, now completely dumbfounded. Charlotte hugged him with compassion.

“Then we should invite the Blue Roses and Silver Eagles as well, we can now have even more friends,” Gordon said, looking thrilled by this perspective.

“Oh, why that?” Rill and Charmy asked.

“Because captain Yami is dating captain Charlotte, Vanessa is obviously happy with captain Nozel and Zora is with Noelle’s sister.”

Rill and Charmy only realized that there weren’t only Black Bulls present in this corridor.

“Oh, really? Yami Charlotte, congratulations!” Rill said with excitement. “It was really about time that you get together. Oh, this means that I won my bet! William suggested me to bet on you two already be together.”

“Well, he was the only one who knew about Yami and me…”

“Nozel, you too, congratulations! It’s a surprise, really, you with Vanessa, but I’m really happy for you both!”

“Thank you, captain Rill! And congratulations for you and Charmy,” Vanessa said cheerfully, while Nozel only nodded.

“Thank you very much! Oh, you both look so beautiful together, I may paint a picture of you one day!”

Nozel and Vanessa just looked at each other, unsure how to react to that compliment, if it was one.

“Honeybun, I prefer when you paint food, you know, la.”

“Don’t worry, Cutie Pie, I will still paint all kind of delicious food for you. You’re my biggest inspiration.”

“I know that, la!”

“Of course those two would have food as their love language,” Gauche groaned.

“Oh, I shall congratulate Zora and lady Nebra as well.”

“Thanks, but no painting of us!”

“Captain Rill,” Nero said, “Asta and Noelle are also a couple.”

“Oh, really?” Rill exclaimed, immediately shaking Astas hands. “Congratulations, you two! Ah, this is really amazing, Asta! Maybe we should have a double date one day.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Asta replied, smiling widely. Noelle just hide her face behind her hands, complaining that it was so impossible to have some privacy at the Black Bulls hideout. Nebra awkwardly put a hand on her little sisters head, in a rare attempt to comfort her.

“For fuck’s sake!” Yami finally yelled, making almost everyone flinch. Charlotte still hold him firmly, though.

“Seriously, what’s with all the sleepovers all in one night at my base? I accept my prickly queen, of course, but the rest? Don’t tell me this was all really a coincidence and not some kind of conspiracy!”

“Alright captain Yami, we won’t tell you,” Vanessa replied, holding her boyfriend firmly.

Charlotte went on her tiptoes and whispered something in Yamis ear, which made him sigh with resignation.

“Fine… You’re all really lucky that Charlotte is here, fellas, or else. Well, while we’re at it, does anyone else hiding someone for a sleepover? We better get all cats out of the bag at this point.”

“Um,” Finral interjected, “does it have to be of romantic nature?”

“Nope, would be a nice change with all those stupid night surprises.”

“Okay, then. Langris, you can come out!”

Finrals brother came now out of his room, wearing one of Finrals pyjamas and his hair not styled at all. Given the uncertain and half-amused glance he gave everyone, Langris must have heard everything.

“Oh, hello there, Finrals little brother!” Vanessa said with a giggle, waving at Langris.

“Um, good evening, Black Bulls… and Silver Eagles and Aqua Deer. And congratulations to the present couples, I guess.”

“Why, thank you, that’s so nice to say!”

“Vanessa, he said I guess, which means that he’s not sure,” Gauche groaned, putting a hand on Greys head, before he turned to Langris, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Finral gave me sanctuary for the night,” Langris just replied.

“You have to know, my stepmother organized a tea party today, that is basically… a matchmaking ball. Since Finesse is going to marry me and not my brother in the end, she wanted to give him a much bigger wedding ceremony than the one planned for me. But for that he needs a betrothed… and Langris isn’t clearly on board for this project.”

“Not at all, to be precise.”

“Right. So, I invited him to stay with me for the night. This is, um, okay, I hope. Right captain Yami?”

“Finral, you’re lucky that I always need my wheels and that I have I very good reason to not argue, this night,” Yami groaned, pointing at Charlotte who just sighed.

“Captain Yami, can we please inviting Rills butler for breakfast, tomorrow morning?” Charmy asked out of the blue.

“What, another one, really? This base is not an inn, for fucks sake!”

“But Walter makes such divine waffles and they would be perfect for breakfast!”

“Of course there’s a food reason. Fine then. But don’t make a habit out of it!”

“Yes!” Charmy squealed in happiness, before happily taking Rills hand and going back to her bedroom.

The rest just stood silent and awkwardly in the hallway in front of Yamis room.

A few seconds past like that, maybe one minute, before the captain of the Black Bulls was once and for all fed up.

“Okay, everyone just go back to their rooms and they can take their sweethearts if they want, I don’t care!”

“You only say that because you don’t want captain Charlotte to sleep in another room, captain Yami?” Asta asked innocently.

“Watch out what you’re saying, dumbass.”

There was some more awkward silence, until Nozel sighed deeply and to everyone surprises, pulled Vanessa up to carry her bridal style.

“Well, good night, everyone,” Vanessa said with glee, obviously enjoying that Nozel was carrying her. “We’ll see each other at breakfast.”

Nozel only nodded, before turning around and leaving the hallway. The rest heard Vanessa sigh and saw her snuggling her head against his neck.

Nebra and Noelle especially looked surprised but fondly at their brother carrying his girlfriend away until he disappeared, before turning towards Zora and Asta respectively.

“Don’t even think about it, Little Miss Royal.”

“Well, you’re lucky that I’m tired right now and that I’m not a romantic in general.”

With that, Nebra took Zoras and dragged him back into his room. Noelle was still looking at Asta.

“You’re not that tired, right Noelle? You can walk on your own?”

“Argh, why are still so oblivious even after we got together, stupid Dorksta!”

Noelle walked away, semi-offended, while it suddenly made click in Astas head as he ran after her.

“Wait, Noelle! Why didn’t you say you wanted that in a romantic way? Is it really okay for you? I can still do it, wait for me! No, no water ball!”

“Alright, prickly princess, time to go to bed,” Yami finally said while taking Charlotte over his shoulder, as she was a bag of potatoes.

“Yami, why are you only openly caring and romantic when we’re all alone?” the captain of the Blue Roses asked, pouting and crossing her arms.

“Because you’re the only one who has the privilege to see that side of me, prickly princess.”

Charlotte blushed as Yami laughed loudly, before they both disappeared in his bedroom, knocking the door shut.

The rest of the Bulls and Langris still stand awkwardly before one by one finally went back in their own rooms. To be noted, Gauche took Grey with him.

“Well, I didn’t except that for our, well, first brother sleepover,” Finral said with an apologetic smile, as he and Langris were back in his room.

“This is the Black Bulls hideout, it was to be expected,” Langris replied, sitting on the mattress which was on the floor. “Thank for giving me sanctuary, brother. I don’t think I could have handled my mother’s matchmaking tea party. One day, I’ll invite you over at the Golden Dawn’s base, as a repay.”

“You don’t need to repay me, but I would love to spent the night at a more calmer squad one day,” Finral replied. “So, about the Silvas… you actually stood calm. I’m really proud of you, Langris.”

“I was in shock, honestly. That helped to give a calm impression. But honestly, the fact that lord Nozel, lady Nebra and lady Noelle are with people out of their circles would be a relief for the both of us. I just don’t know how he would react, about them with Black Bulls. He is still pretty difficult, you know.”

“He’s with you, so he’ll come around, I’m sure of it. But maybe it’s time that both of you finally tell them about your relationship.”

“After tonight, it’s only a matter of time before he learns. I need to get him more or less ready for the news of his siblings. But you know Solid and the Silvas, it’s going to be an awkward disaster for everyone, no matter what we’ll do. At least, maybe I’ll have a good laugh.”

Langris snickered and Finral just sighed. With that state of mind, it would come back to bite his brother.

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{warnings}: swearing, mentions of pregnancy, petnames (nanami calls reader ‘my love’ , ‘sweetheart’ , ‘my sweet’) , pronouns used: she, suggestiveness, reader is referred to as “wife”.

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clean little secret - itadori yuji

word count: 7.4k warnings: none! summary: yuji and (y/n) are keeping a secret from the others... yuji loves to be pampered by her. more info: tooth rotting fluff, crushing, friends to lovers

for stef <3 ___

Itadori Yuji wasn’t one for keeping secrets.  For one, he believed they often caused more harm than good.  So unless it was a surprise party, he had no interest in them.  Even if Nobara swore it was a particularly juicy piece of information, Yuji had no problem covering his ears with his hands and walking in the other direction.  And for two, well, he just wasn’t that great at keeping them, and after a few accidental slips, he’d decided to keep himself secret free.

Of course, the dirty little secret he had of his own didn’t count.  But it wasn’t like any harm could come of it… he was pretty sure… so long as (y/l/n) (y/n) didn’t let it slip either.

“So whaddya say?” Nobara’s unusually chipper voice drew Itadori back to the present conversation with the tell-tale hum of a boy that hadn’t listened to a thing she’d said.

Megumi briefly rolls his eyes, (y/n) lets out a short giggle that she quickly stifles behind her hand, and Nobara places her hands on her hips as she turns towards the pink haired sorcerer with a frown.

“Do you want to go see that movie tonight or not?” She asks him pointedly, as if she hadn’t spent the last few minutes coming up with a whole plan for picking up snacks and sneaking them into the theater.

“Oh!” Realization dawns on Yuji in the form of a bright grin, but Nobara’s hope is quickly deflated when he shakes his head.  “No, I can’t, sorry” 

Before the redhead could strangle him for getting her hopes up with his stupid smile, Megumi’s backing out too, and her attention is quickly swiveled towards (y/n), who had suspiciously kept her expression behind her hand.

“Sorry, Nobara,” She lowers her hand to reveal her frown.  “I can’t tonight either.  But maybe this weekend?” She tries to compromise, but it appears Nobara was already defeated by the sting of a triple rejection.

“Fine, whatever, this weekend,” She mumbles, hoping a pouty lip would be the final straw to convince her friends.  When no one moves, her expression returns to its usual resting bitch face and she turns to leave.  “But if the groupchat is as dead as your energy later, then I’m going with Maki instead!” She hollers.

That was close, Yuji thought to himself as the group dispersed and he hurriedly made his way down the hall.  Luckily this time, Nobara didn’t shake him down to interrogate him into telling her what better things he could have to do for the evening.  God, that could’ve gotten embarrassing.

After a quick stop by his dorm to change out of his uniform, Yuji made sure the halls were clear before he booked it across the building, moving as fast as he could while keeping his steps as quiet as possible, before he slid to a stop in front of her door.

With two quick but rhythmic knocks, her door slid open, and (y/n) peeked out, eyeing both directions of the hall around Yuji to make sure no one was around to see her let him in.

“You’re sure no one followed you?” She whispers, finally meeting his eyes.

Yuji shook his head confidently.  Her lips broke into a grin so wide that the corners of her eyes crinkled.

“Well then get in here already!” She says with hushed excitement, grabbing him by the front of his tee shirt and pulling him inside, closing the door behind him in one swift movement.

Yuji seats himself at the end of her bed while she grabs her phone off her desk, scrolling through an abundance of spotify playlists before settling on just the right one.

“I’m so glad we’re finally doing this” She tells him, effectively turning his cheeks pink.

“Yeah, me too” He agrees, hoping his nerves aren’t too obvious in his voice.

“I’ve been dying to show you what I just got for christmas” She adds, practically skipping into the bathroom to retrieve a decently sized plastic basket full of products Yuji can’t even recognize.  She has to carry it over to him with both hands, and he knows he should probably be intimidated by what they’re about to do, but he doesn’t.

As (y/n) drags him into her tiny bathroom to set up the array of items, she lists off each one as she shows him.  Hydrating mask, lip mask, eyelash serum, somehow it all sounds relaxing and terrifying all at once, but he trusts her, so he nods along to each one.  She seems delighted enough just to show off her little collection of products, so Yuji’s determined to match her excitement.

Truthfully, Yuji had never touched anything like this.  Sometimes he moisturized his hands when they got dry in the colder seasons, but he wouldn’t say he knew a thing about skincare.  And yet, one afternoon while walking with (y/n) from one class to another, he found himself getting carried away telling her how he was trying to take better care of himself and he wanted to establish a proper skincare routine.  Before he knew it he was agreeing to being pampered by her- on the condition that it remained secret.

Now remember, one of Yuji’s very few rules of life included the simple act of not keeping secrets.  But that day he’d agreed to her condition without a moment of hesitation.  He could understand why she didn’t want the others knowing that she was going to give him special treatment, seeing as Nobara had been begging to give everyone makeovers since she’d arrived at Jujutsu Technical College.

While he’s not disappointed in his plan for the afternoon, Yuji does feel incredibly out of place in her bathroom.  The dorms were small enough, and the bathrooms barely had room for one person to move around comfortably.  But (y/n) doesn’t seem crowded at all as she rummages through the couple of drawers next to him.

With a grin she retrieves what she’d been looking for- two fluffy headbands held proudly in her hand.

“I got one for you too,” She tells him, bashfully avoiding his eyes as she extends one out to him.  “You’ll want to keep your hair back, the mask can get really sticky” 

Yuji examines the soft baby pink material as if he’d never seen a headband before.  He’s pretty sure he knows how to use it, but just in case, he watches as (y/n) slides hers on first.  It’s not until he sees the ears on top that he checks his again, delighting in the matching cat ears before he pulls it around his neck and puts it on.

“Thanks!” He beams at both of their reflections in her mirror.  He wishes he could take a picture of them, just to have a picture of the two of them wearing the matching accessory, but he knows he can’t risk the others seeing, so for now he settles on memorizing the image.

“You’re welcome,” (y/n) bites the inside of her cheek to keep her grin from getting too goofy, and quickly redirects their attention to the first item on the agenda.  “You’ve really never done a face mask before?” 

“Nope,” Yuji shakes his head, leaning into the counter as he waits for her direction.  “Is it going to hurt?” 

“No!” (y/n) giggles, before beckoning him to hold his hand out as she uncapped the product.  “It’ll feel nice, here, put a little on,” She instructs, squeezing a dollop of green onto his fingers.  She laughs again at his reaction to the color, but he doesn’t question her as he right away rubs it onto his nose.

He had the right idea, but from the way he messily spread it over the bridge of his nose, she could tell he was going to struggle with the application.

“No no, you’re getting it everywh- oh my god don’t put it in your nose!” She squeals as she smacks his hand away, quickly stepping into his space and taking over.

Honestly, Yuji wasn’t trying to get her to do it for him, but as soon as she gently grabs his jaw in one hand while the other is carefully swiping the excess cream off of the tip of his nose, he decides right then and there to surrender.

“I didn’t know, I’ve never done it” He whines, a bit more dramatically than necessary.

“It shows,” She laughs quietly before reaching for the product again to pump more onto her own fingers.  “I can just do it for you, if you want?” She offers.

Yuji smiles and nods gratefully, his heart doing a victory dance in his chest.

“Only if you don’t mind” He tells her, already sitting himself down on her toilet seat so she didn’t have to reach up to his face.  (y/n) fights the urge to roll her eyes at his swiftness in letting her take over.

“I don’t mind,” She shrugs, getting to work applying a generous amount of lime green mask to his cheeks first.  “It’s relaxing to me, actually” 

“Really?” 

“Mhm,” She nodded along, focused on keeping the application even.  “I would’ve loved having a sibling or a cousin or something to do this stuff with,” She tells him.  “I know Nobara would… but… she’s so intense about it sometimes,” She admits, and Yuji hums in agreement.  Nobara was the most passionate person he’d ever met, and it was her greatest strength, but it did freak him out from time to time.  “Not like us” 

The murmured comment sits on his mind longer than it should have.  Not like us, she’d said, filling his insides with the fuzzy, familiar feeling of having something with her that the others didn’t.  This was all his, and she’d said so herself.  They couldn’t possibly understand them the way they understood each other.  

Not like us.  Not like us.  Not like us.

Yuji closes his eyes when her careful fingers spread the mask up the bridge of his nose before she gets started on covering his forehead.

“You do this stuff all the time though?” He asks when there’s too long of pause since he’d last heard her voice.

Not that he could forget what it sounded like, no never, most of Yuji’s day was spent waiting for her to speak, just so he could listen.  Whether she was arguing with Gojo about a ridiculous lesson plan or going on about a conspiracy theory just to get their lunch table riled up, if (y/n) was talking, Yuji had his mouth shut and his ears wide open.  He liked hearing the things she had to say, he liked the way she said them.

And he was learning now that he especially liked when he was the only one she was speaking to, and that if she was standing close, her voice came out in soft murmurs, cautious of the short space between them, and gentle on his ears as it barely echoed off the ceramic tiled walls.

“Maybe not all the time,” She hums thoughtfully.  “But I do it when I can, I try to keep up with it anyways” 

“Well it feels really nice” Yuji mumbled, almost getting sleepy as he grew used to the feeling of her warm fingers spreading the cooling cream on his skin.  (y/n) giggles again, breathy and amused as she watches his shoulders droop downwards.

“Don’t fall asleep on the toilet, Yuji,” She scolds him, but it’s hardly threatening when it’s between strings of giggles as he lazily opens his eyes to look at her.  “You’ll make a mess if you fall and hit your head on the counter” 

“I’d clean it up” He mumbles back in defeat.

“What if you were concussed?” 

“... I’d clean it up later” 

She laughs at his antics just as she’s making her final touches near his temple, spreading the green cream just so, making sure none of it would get stuck to his eyebrow.  With an affirmative nod of her head she steps back to assess her work.  

As sticky, creamy, and unfamiliar as the mask feels, Yuji’s currently grateful that it’s there to cover the way his face heats up under her direct gaze.  He’s always thought that she’s had the softest eyes- doe-like, and sweet, and easy to gaze into- but with every ounce of her attention directly on his face, Yuji starts to sweat a little bit.

His intentions of becoming closer friends through a night of pampering was starting to backfire, and instead the little crush he’d been hiding was now festering.  Bubbling and smoking just under the thinly veiled surface of his restraint.

“You’re all set,” She beams at him, which he easily returns.  “Try not to touch it while I do mine, okay? It’s gotta sit for a while” 

Yuji drops his hand just as he’s about to swipe off a generous streak of cream from his cheek, smiling innocently as (y/n) gives him a warning look before she turns towards her mirror to apply her own mask.

“Serious question, if I eat it, while I throw up?” 

(y/n) pauses mid-smear on her cheek, turning back to Yuji and sweeping her eyes over him to assess if he was actually serious about eating face cream.  He did know it wasn’t guacamole… right? She didn’t need to tell him that… right?

“If you eat it, I’ll be plucking your eyebrows after mine” She settles on a friendly threat.  

Yuji’s lips pinch and she gets back to work on her mask, certain she’d done the trick to keep him sitting still.

“Well that sounds horrifying,” He mumbles.  “But I’m in” 

(y/n) scoffs out of amusement, still focused on her reflection.

“You want me to pluck your eyebrows?” 

“If you’re doing it, then sure,” Yuji shrugs, not thinking twice about agreeing to it.  “It wouldn’t be a complete spa night otherwise” He adds with a grin that she can see from the corner of her eye.

“Well, if you really want…” She mumbles, doubling down her focus on applying her mask.

A part of her had been hoping he wasn’t agreeing to all this pampering just to please her, she hoped he wasn’t dreading the night going forward.  But if he hated it… he wouldn’t be signing himself up for eyebrow plucking… right?

It only takes a few more minutes for her to complete her own mask- she was much faster at applying it to her own face, Yuji noticed.

He also noticed that somehow, she made a face of lime green paste look good.  Which just wasn’t fair.

When Yuji tries to pinpoint when exactly these feelings for her began, his mind becomes a blurry haze of every moment he’s ever shared with her- and honestly, it could have sparked from any one of them.  It tricks him into thinking maybe he’d just… always had feelings for her.

It’s easy being around her, Yuji finds- even though sometimes she leans close enough to show him a video on her phone and it nearly sends him into cardiac arrest- there’s nothing but ease and relaxation in his muscles when she’s around him.  He doesn’t worry about saying the wrong thing- even if she giggles and shakes her head at some of his questions- he basks in her delight until it becomes his own.

Twenty minutes flies by when they’re laughing at memes or talking about the last week of training, and soon they’re scrubbing off the green mask that feels a little crustier than it had when they put it in.

Yuji groans into the bottom of the sink for the ump-teenth time as he scrubs viciously at a part of his jaw where the hardened cream refused to wash off.  (y/n) can’t help but stifle a laugh into the warm washcloth she’s using to pat her face dry, but she can’t leave him hanging, so she politely taps his shoulder to get the boy to give up on washing it off with his hands.

“Let me help” She offers, shoulders still shaking just slightly with her amusement.  

Yuji pouts with frustration when he stands up from the sink, water dripping down his face and all over his shirt, it really is a miracle he didn’t manage to clean up the last of the mask seeing as he got water everywhere in his attempts.

The pout melts away as soon as (y/n’s) stepping closer and gently wiping her washcloth against the resilient speck of green, making it look easy as it glides away under the soft cloth.  She gets it right away, but the tips of her fingers on her free hand still hover over his chin, ready to stabilize his head if he would’ve required another, rougher swipe of the cloth.

“Did ya get it?” Yuji asks hesitantly, unable to read the expression on her face.

But she’s smiling and stepping back in a moment’s notice.

“Yep!” There’s a short, tight sounding laugh that follows.  It’s not like her usual laughter, it sticks out like a sore thumb for someone as attentive as Yuji to pick up on, and he does, but he doesn’t say anything.  “Here, I have a dry washcloth for you” She’s quick to hand him the towel, and even quicker to stop him when he roughly drags the fabric over his face.

Yuji doesn’t catch half the things she’s saying when she snatches the pink cloth from his hands and tells him to sit his ass down before he destroys his pores.  He doesn’t think twice before jokingly asking her what pores are, which sends her on another lecture.  It’s hard to focus on what she’s explaining when she’s so delicately patting his face and neck dry of every last waterdrop.  He’s too busy fighting the urge to close his eyes and melt under the featherlight touch of her palm against his shoulder to give too much of a crap about pores.

Surprisingly, he’s never fallen asleep on the toilet before, but he thinks he could if he sat here and let her pamper him all night.

“... Yuji? Did you hear anything I just said?” 

It takes a few blinks for his vision to focus on her again- her brow is raised and her hands are on her hips now, she’d definitely caught him zoning out.  He hopes playing dumb does the trick.

“Of course,” He nods confidently.  “Pores swell when they’re wet and that’s bad” 

She giggles and rolls her eyes, so he knows his educated guess wasn’t as educated as he thought, but if he got her to laugh he’d take the slight tinge of embarrassment for the greater good of bringing her joy.

God, it was like every minute spent with her only left him craving more.

“Sure,” She drawls out the word in disbelief, but she doesn’t scold him for not paying attention.  It would prove to be too difficult when he’s looking at her with the brightest eyes she’s ever seen.  She would’ve believed he was hanging onto every word had he not opened his mouth.  “So, what next?” 

Yuji peeks at the remaining tubes and bottles on the counter.  He has no clue what he’s looking at of course, and this is obvious when his helpless expression turns back towards her.  To make it easier, (y/n) scoops up two smaller bottles, offering them both for him to choose from.

“Which is which?” He asks, hooking his finger under his chin as he studies each product with skeptical eyes.

“One is for your eyelashes, and the other is for your lips,” (y/n) explains, tilting each towards him as she does.  “We can do both, or neither, up to you” 

“Will it hurt if it gets in my eyes?” He asks, eyes noticeably widened, and she chuckles as she shakes her head.

“Not at all, it’s super easy,” She assures.  “I can show you, if you want?” 

Yuji nods, and that’s how he finds himself standing just a few inches away from her as she leans into the mirror with the small applicator brush in her fingers.  She could remind him that she’s using the mirror for a reason, and he didn’t need to stand so close… but honestly, he smelled nice, and she wasn’t uncomfortable with his close proximity.  In fact, it was actually sort of comforting.

“See?” She hums, brushing the applicator through her lashes over one eye a couple times to make sure all of the serum was evenly spread, before leaning back from the mirror and turning towards him.  “Super easy.  Like mascara” 

“I’ve never told anyone this… but…” Yuji lets out a heavy sigh, and her brows pinch together as she awaits his confession.  “... I’ve never worn mascara” 

“Yuji,” She whines with a roll of her eyes, letting out her own sigh, although hers was filled with humored frustration.  “Shut up,” She finishes weakly when he’s grinning at his own jest.  “Here, do you want to try?” 

“Alright” He takes the tube out of her hand and experimentally pulls the applicator out.  

His curiosity is almost adorable as he holds it close to study it, even though there’s not much to see.  It’s just a little blue bruh with a clear liquid coated over it.  This stuff really makes your lashes grow? He looks back to (y/n), studying her just as closely, until her face starts to turn rosy and she’s looking at him expectantly.  He supposes her eyelashes do look long and pretty… but didn’t they always look like that? Could this stuff really be so good it manages to make an angel like her look prettier?

She has to clear her throat to relieve the nervous tension settling over her the longer he stares at her like this.

“Uh- um, Yuji?” 

“Yeah?” His response seems genuine enough, and (y/n’s) eyes flicker between his and the eyelash serum.  “Oh!” And just as genuine as before, he realizes that her prompts are because he’s been standing and staring for too long.  “My bad,” He apologizes sheepishly, before scooting close to her, the brush extended towards the eye that she hadn’t applied the magic pretty serum to yet.

When she realizes what he’s about to do, her eyes widen and she finds herself grabbing his wrist to halt him on instinct.

“Wait, what are you-?” 

“I thought you wanted me to do the other one?” He answers her question before she could even finish asking it, and she blinks wildly at him.  Had she not been clear? “Do you not want me to?” Yuji asks, already lowering his hand.

“No, it’s- I don’t…” Her head is shaking as she tries to find a way to explain that she’d offered him the product for himself, but she’s backtracking rather quickly as she slowly loosens her hold before pulling her hand away altogether.  “You… you can, if you want” 

She tells him quietly.  It feels like a silly thing to ask him to do, especially when she’s just demonstrated how to use the product moments prior, but now that the offer was on the table, she also wasn’t interested in turning it down.

“Okay,” His smile softens as he tilts the brush towards her face again.  “I promise not to poke your eye out” 

With a giggle she has to focus to keep her gaze tilted up at the ceiling so he can follow through on his promise.  It’s more difficult than she’s ever thought before, keeping her eyes wide open and focused on anything but the boy in front of her.  Yuji takes great care in steadily swiping the brush up through her lashes, working slowly from the outside in.  With how long it takes him, her eye should be watering, but somehow it stays dry, and she doesn’t blink over the applicator.

“You do this every day?” Yuji mumbled, re-steadying the small brush in his fingers as he got closer to the inner part of her eye.  

(y/n) hardly manages a soft hum of affirmation.  She can feel his free hand ghosting under her jaw, as though to keep her in position, however her head is perfectly still and his hold is unnecessary.  Still, his palm waits there.  She’s never felt such a buzz of nervous energy from a lack of a touch.

Yuji finishes up with a smile before popping the brush back into the tube.  He looks like he wants to say something, so she finds herself waiting in silence while she blinks until her eyes feel normal again, but that winds them both up in a minute of no words being exchanged.

This time, it’s not uncomfortable.

“Your turn?” (y/n) offers softly, reaching for the serum in his hand.  Yuji nods, lets her take it, and blinks his eyes excessively to make sure he wouldn’t feel the need to while she was doing her thing.  “You should sit again” She prompts with a gentle push to his shoulder.  It was too awkward of a reach, and would be much easier if he lowered as much of his height as possible.

“Right” He mumbles, backing up to sit down on the toilet seat once more.  He does his best to keep his eyes focused upwards, and wide open, to make it as easy as possible for her.  But what he isn’t expecting is to feel her knees pressing against his as she gets closer, and on instinct he spreads his legs a little wider so she could easily slide into the space.  

He has to keep his grip on his own knees, pressing his fingers into the material of his pants to keep from reaching out to her.  The urge to hold onto her waist- the back of her thighs- pull her closer- is so strong that he gulps.

“Are you nervous having someone get this close to your eyes?” (y/n) mumbles, noticing the shift in his energy.  Yuji swallows again before speaking.

“No- no, it’s alright, go ahead” His voice is as gentle as it is sure, so (y/n) nods back at him, and makes sure the brush is coated with a decent amount of serum before she gets to work.

He knows he’s supposed to keep his gaze upwards, but with her standing so close, leaning in so close, it was hard to keep his eyes from shifting away from the boring tiled ceiling to the much more intriguing sight before him.

“Stay still,” (y/n) murmurs under her breath.  She’s so damn close to him he can feel her cool breath against his cheek.  He manages to follow the instruction for a few more seconds, but soon enough the tips of her fingers are pressed under his chin and she’s clicking her tongue in reprimand.

His own fingers flex against his knees, his grip tightening, much like the invisible force around his heart.

Yuji wishes he could close his eyes until it was over, but that would be counterproductive.  That said, (y/n) finishes one eye quicker than he had done for her, and she’s sliding a little to the right in order to do the other one.

“You think Sukuna would like a little special treatment, too?” She teases quietly, her thumb affectionately swiping over the marking under his eye.  Yuji barely gets to revel in the feeling before the mark is opening up and a vermillion eye is glaring up at her.

“Try it brat and you won’t have hands to do your silly little makeovers” 

She giggles at the threat.  Sukuna may have intimidated her in the past, but it’s hard to feel fear while doing some self care.  Yuji still rolls his eyes and smacks his hand against his own face as punishment.  Unfortunately it’s not only a punishment for the curse living inside of him, and he winces a bit from the harsh smack.

“I’ll take that as a no thank you” (y/n) hums as she finishes up with his other eye, smiling faintly at her work before stepping back.  Yuji gives her a sheepish smile, before batting his eyelashes theatrically.  It does the trick in getting her to laugh.

“Well he’s missing out,” He says, the implication behind the surface level of his words making him bashful, and he finds himself averting his gaze.  “I feel prettier already” 

It draws another laugh out of her, sharp and surprised, and she continues to giggle behind smiling, sealed lips as she carefully slides the lash serum back into it’s perfect spot in her organizer.

If she were braver, it would’ve been easy to tell him that he didn’t need any sort of serums or masks to be pretty.  But just the thought makes her face feel warm, and she has a feeling that even if she tried to say such a thing, she’d butcher the words with a stutter.

So instead, she uncaps the small set of tweezers in her organizer, and turns her focus to the bathroom mirror in order to get to work on her eyebrows.  Yuji watches curiously as she begins to pluck tiny, near invisible hairs off of her face, all without a twitch or flinch.

She’s so focused on working with her reflection that he’s able to stare at her as freely as he wants, and it only takes a minute or two for him to get lost in a sea of mushy thoughts that get his heartbeat going.  Before he knows it he’s practically melting.

“You still want me to do yours?” 

“Hm?” His eyes shift around a bit before they land on hers, already watching him, waiting for a proper answer.  

“Your eyebrows,” (y/n) clarifies, raising the tweezers and pinching them for emphasis.  “I’m done.  So, if you still wanted, I can do yours” 

“Oh, right, yeah,” He breaks into a smile that’s so characteristically him it’s hard not to smile back.  “Is it going to hurt?” 

“It really shouldn’t,” She chuckles, considering he’s gone through worse pain than a little tweezing would provide.  Losing a hand comes to mind, but she doesn’t voice it.  “But I can stop if it becomes too uncomfortable” 

Yuji nods in understanding, and straightens up his posture, ready to brave through whatever this eyebrow plucking would bring.  He squares his jaw, clenches his fists, and prepares himself for the worst.  (y/n) presses her lips together tightly to keep her laughter from spilling out, but the stifled giggle is still audible.

“C’mon, this is a bad angle for me to do this,” She beckons him to follow her out of the small bathroom, trying to ignore how cutely he wore the expression of confusion.

Maybe it was the forced proximity getting to her head, but it was starting to feel like the little crush she’d been harboring for her friend was becoming too much to bear.  She was a jujutsu sorcerer damnit, she shouldn’t be reduced to fits of blushing and giggling she was stronger than that, wasn’t she? 

“Alrighty” Yuji follows her into the larger space of her bedroom without a second thought.

Maybe it wasn’t a question of her strength, but his.  (y/n) wondered to herself what it was about the sheer delight that overcame her whenever he was around that seemed unavoidable.  Was it her feelings for him that made her insides feel weak, or was it simply Itadori Yuji himself that was so delightful she couldn’t help the way she felt and behaved?

Or maybe she was trying too hard to find a way to excuse the butterflies only he could release in her tummy.

She’s careful with the tweezers in her hand as she climbs onto her bed, sliding into the very middle of it before patting the space in front of her to invite Yuji to do the same.

Now, Yuji wasn’t some kind of private, conservative guy.  He’d been in beds other than his own.  Megumi’s and Nobara’s had been made available to him countless times.  Whether it was a study session or a movie night, he never felt uncomfortable when being allowed into someone else’s bed.  Hell, he often made himself right at home in their sheets.  He even got a smack on the head from Nobara once for getting too cuddly with one of her plushies! 

So why now did he feel some reluctance in following (y/n’s) silent command?

“You’re allowed in the bed, Yuji,” As if reading her thoughts, she provides some comfort with the offer.  There’s even a little smile on her face, as if she wanted to tease him for hesitating.  “Trust me, it’ll be way more comfortable to do this here than keeping you sat on the toilet” 

It seems to do the trick, because he sets his knee on the mattress as he crawls on, and sits criss-cross directly in front of her.  It’s the first time he’s been in her bed, he realizes, so maybe that would explain his nerves.

(y/n’s) got a skeptical look on her face, her eyes wandering over his face as she maneuvers around, trying to find the right way to bend her legs, until eventually she huffs and turns to grab one of her pillows from the headboard.

“Just lay down, I’ll do ‘em that way,” She decides, placing the pillow just in front of her criss-crossed legs.  She gives it a pat the same way she’d patted the bed, prompting him to rest his head.  “It’d be easier than destroying my posture” She explains.

Yuji nodded his head, and started to turn around so he could lay back, but his movements are agonizingly slow.  He’s still unsure about being in her space, it seems, but she’s not sure how else to make him feel comfortable.  So when he finally lays his head down on her pillow and looks up at her, awaiting further instruction, she smiles comfortingly.

“Alright, just relax your face, I’ll try not to take too long,”

Yuji shuts his eyes and lets out a small breath, trying to do his best to relax as she’d asked him.  But it’s hard when she leans in closer and the sweet smell of her shampoo invaded his nose.  The tip of her finger merely grazes over his left eyebrow, but the sensation is electric.  He has to fight the shiver that nearly shoots down his spine.

“And just tell me if it stings too much” She adds in a murmur, before he feels the first pluck of the tweezers.

“I think I can thug it out, (y/n),” He teases, once he’s actually felt the sensation of the plucking and realizes it’s not that bad at all.  “I’m tough, you know”

(y/n) giggles, quiet and sweet, as she continues on with her work.  She shapes the top of his brow with no complaint or lag.  He figures she must be pretty used to doing this, if she’s able to speed right through the process.

“Oh yeah,” She hums, cautious of her volume when her face is hovering right over his.  She’s appreciative that Yuji’s kept his eyes closed for this process, because she doesn’t think she could bear having him staring up at her when she’s this close.  “The toughest” She finishes in a whisper.

Yuji’s shoulders shake when he chuckles, and she pauses with the tweezer for a moment when his brows move along with his smile.

“Are you patronizing me?” He asks, peeking an eye open, only to be met with her free palm covering his eyes as she leans back in to continue working on his eyebrows.

“I would never,” She assures in the same tone, laughing quietly to herself when Yuji’s mouth drops into an offended gape.  “Now hush, you’re making it hard to focus” 

Her tone was playfully scolding, but it’s an empty threat.

“Am I that distracting?”

“Incredibly,” (y/n) huffs, and it’s meant to be teasing, but there’s just a little too much truth to her tone.  “You talk too much” She throws the excuse out there quickly, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the shift in her tone.

Yuji shrugs his shoulders, and with how close she is to him, she’s able to watch his lips curl into a cute smile.  She can’t help but mirror it, even if he can’t see.

“Can’t help it.  I like talkin’ to you” 

Now she’s certain that she’ll keep her hand over his eyes, because there’s no way she’s going to risk him seeing the way her face heats up with color.  If she put a thermometer in her mouth, it’d malfunction, she’s sure.

Yuji’s heart may have been going haywire, but there’s not an ounce of uncertainty in his words.  He means it, and she knows it.

There’s a pause, the both of them remaining silent while she freezes in her ministrations.  She squeezes the tweezers together a few times as she lets the comment really settle in her mind.

“I like talking to you too,” 

It really shouldn’t be a difficult thing to say.  For one, because it’s the truth.  And for a second thing, because there’s nothing strange about friends getting along with one another.  But for some reason, she holds her breath after she says it, and her heart is pounding in her ears.

“Today’s been a lot of fun, actually” It takes some effort to talk through the lump in her throat, but she feels the need to tell him anyway.

His smile turns into a grin, and (y/n) has to go back to working on his eyebrows in order to distract herself from it.

“It has,” Yuji agrees.  “It’s very relaxing.  I want to do this all the time now” 

“I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” (y/n) muses.  “You did try to eat the mask” She reminds.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep on getting your help then,” Yuji replies, his tone lighting with hope.  (y/n) scoffs to herself.  “What?” He asks innocently.  “I thought you liked pampering me?” 

“I thought I told you you were talking too much” She chides, moving onto the space between his brows.  Without thinking, she brought her other hand upwards so she could use her thumb to gently brush away the stray hairs from his face.

His eyes are on hers in a moment’s notice, his grin returning.

“I thought you liked talking to me” He said. She has half a mind to smack her hand over his face again- because as predicted, she’s rendered speechless when she’s leaning so close and he’s looking right at her.  But the larger problem now is that she’s completely frozen, staring back at him with wide eyes, like he’d just caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to be.

“I do,” She mumbles, barely conscious of her own voice.  She was too distracted, her eyes shifting between his brown ones.  “You have a little hazel in your eyes” Again, she finds herself speaking without caution, or much awareness at all.

His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles up at her, amused by her quiet commentary.  He longs to hear more, to tell her to keep talking, but he worries that he’ll ruin the atmosphere, and startle her into covering his face again.

“I always thought you had the prettiest eyes” He said it as quietly as he could.  As he thought she might, she did startle.  Her eyes go wide and her- now perfectly shaped- brows draw together in a slight knot.

A beat passes before she’s able to reply.

And even then, it's only a barely there, “...really?” 

“Yeah, really,” Yuji answers without missing another beat.  “Sometimes I look at ‘em too long and forget where I am” 

A surprised, breathless little laugh escapes her.  If she wasn’t a blushing wreck before, she certainly was now.  She tries to continue tweezing away at his eyebrows… but it seems like his eyes insist on holding contact with hers, and she can’t exactly pluck eyebrows without looking.

And again, she’s reduced to a mumbled, “R-really?” 

“Mhm” Yuji hums, his point proven as he gets lost staring up at her.  He looks like he has something more to say, but soon enough his eyes are glazed over and he’s got a dopey smile on his face.

That smile is quickly reflected back at him as her insides start to melt to a point of no return.

“I didn’t… uh- I- I didn’t know that” She stammered, and normally she’d feel embarrassed for stuttering over her words too much, but with the bigger picture forming, stuttering was at the bottom of her list for reasons why she was growing bashful.

“Mhm,” Yuji hums again, this one a little more dazed than the last.  He blinks a few times to cure his tunnel vision.  “Sometimes I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t tell you that” 

She chuckles, similarly biting down on her bottom lip until she found her voice again.

“Why wouldn’t you want to tell me that?” She asks softly, brows pinching again with curiosity.

“Well, uh, y’know…” Yuji trails off, barely shrugging his shoulders.  “Didn’t want to say something weird and mess up our friendship” 

At this point, her curiosity was getting the best of her, so with a tilt of her head and a bolder disposition, she gave him a knowing smile.

“So why say something now?” 

“Couldn’t help it” He replies right away, and (y/n) has to purse her lips from grinning too much.

Her eyes flicker away from his, only to glance up at his lips.  She’s looking at him upside down, so for a brief moment Yuji thinks she’s staring at his chin, and he wonders if some of that green mask is still stuck there.  But then he catches the way her lips part and it dawns on him- oh.

It happens all at once and agonizingly slow.  She leans further over him, bringing her face down closer to his.  One of her hands firmly clutches the small set of tweezers, while the other relaxes, fingertips gently brushing over his cheekbone, thumb resting against his temple.  Yuji can’t decide whether he wants to watch it happen with wide eyes, or close them and give into the moment.  They end up falling shut on their own accord as soon as her lips brush over his- before she’s even actually kissed him.

She hovers there for a brief moment, her lips ghosting his, the tip of her nose grazing his chin, and her mind running wild.  Should she have asked him if this was okay first? Was she making this huge leap of faith over one compliment? Sure, it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her but if she kissed him right now, like this, would she come to regret it-? 

Her thoughts are calmed when Yuji tilts his head back, bringing his lips to meet hers in a kiss that pushes every last doubt out of her mind, until it’s gone blank.  Every thought that doesn’t surround him is completely lost.

Needless to say there’s no second thought when she kisses him back.  Her fingers press softly into the skin of his cheek as though to keep him still- just as she had before when applying the eyelash serum.  Yuji never could have imagined his silly daydreams from that moment would play out in reality just twenty minutes later.

When they part, and Yuji drops his head properly back into her pillow, (y/n) doesn’t go far.  With her eyes still shut and her touch unmoving, she leans down one more time to steal another, quicker kiss, before she finally sits up and glances down at him again.

He’s already looking at her, his lips stretching so wide that his grin nearly split his face.  It was a grin she was familiar with, but it still made her light up with a shared joy.

She giggles at him, before steadying her tweezers in her fingers and going right back to the previous task at hand.

“Couldn’t help it” She mumbles his words back to him, and Yuji laughs as he shuts his eyes, relaxing once more as she evened out his eyebrows.

He reaches his hand back, gently laying it against her bent knee and giving it an affectionate squeeze.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she, but they didn’t have to.  Not until they finished their night of pampering and made plans for a proper date later in the week.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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Butterflies never know how beautiful they are [Newspaper boy! yuji x princess! Reader]

Note: historical (?), more fluff and bittersweet, no warnings, low-key normal for once

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Yuji stood there, utterly astonished.

You stood on the balcony, tears silently streaming down your face, was said to be a wicked witch. Yet, you appeared so melancholic and delicate, a sight of unparalleled beauty in his eyes. Your sadness seemed to have lend you an ethereal sweetness; a smile would have been redundant, for your frown alone had the power to captivate all who gazed upon you.

You wept softly, delicate tears tracing lines down your elegant face. With a gentle touch, you wiped them away, mindful not to disturb the intricate makeup your maids had meticulously crafted. Leaning against the balcony, your elbow rested gracefully on the edge, your gaze lost in the horizon, seemingly unaware of his presence concealed beneath a nearby bush. Despite the winter's chill, your cheeks glowed with a rosy hue, enhancing your beauty. To him, you seemed like a living portrait, so flawless and perfect in every detail.

As your tears continued to fall, he, driven by a mix of curiosity and compassion, rose from his hiding place among the bushes. Quietly, he reached up and grasped the edge of the balcony, peering through the ornate columns that framed you. With a voice tender and gentle, he inquired, "Pray, may I ask the cause of your tears?"

As the sound of his voice startled you, you swiftly brushed away your tears and scanned the surroundings, puzzled by the unexpected interruption. After a brief moment, your gaze settled on the silhouette of a young man below the balcony. One arm was casually draped around a column, while the other supported his frame as he leaned in to steal a glimpse of you. He appeared to be of common stock, his pink hair adorned with a newspaper cap, his face smudged with traces of ash, and his attire hastily assembled.

"Is someone bothering you..?"

Yuji repeated his question, his tone betraying both genuine concern and a touch of innocence. Your initial surprise melted into a soft giggle, charmed by his earnestness in such a fleeting encounter. You gracefully descended to your knees, your gaze meeting his with a gentle smile. With a slight shake of your head, you conveyed that there was no cause for alarm.

"It's just that... my favorite rabbit ran away," you began, your voice soft and wistful. "And I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her."

As you spoke, your eyes briefly closed, lost in memories of your sister. She had run away with her lover, an artist, despite your parents' disapproval. You remembered the last moments you shared, her promises to stay safe and out of trouble. You couldn't find it in your heart to stop her, even though you knew the path she had chosen was fraught with challenges.

"Your rabbit...? If that's the case, we could probably go search for her," he suggested, his face brightening with newfound purpose.

You couldn't help but smile bitterly at his words, touched by his willingness to help. As you reached down to cup his cheeks with one hand, your touch was soft and delicate against his skin. He caught a whiff of an expensive rose scent, reminiscent of what noble women might wear to restaurants and gatherings.

"Ah, she's likely wandered far beyond reach by now, but I appreciate your kindness," you replied, your fingers dancing lightly against his skin. Despite the faint specks of ash that transferred to your delicate complexion, you seemed unperturbed, your eyes carrying a timeless elegance. Behind that grace, however, lingered a profound sadness, a silent echo of years gone by that had etched its mark upon your glassy gaze. Yuji found himself deeply moved by your expression, a fleeting moment where his heart danced to an unfamiliar rhythm. Leaning into the tender touch of your palm, he was momentarily lost in the elegance of the moment.

"Why are you crying?"

Your soft voice broke through his moment of melancholy. Looking up, he met your gaze with confusion, only then realizing the tears welling up in his eyes. Your expression softened with a blend of pity and concern as you delicately brushed away his tears.

"Because of your sadness," he replied with unguarded honesty, observing the fleeting surprise in your expression before you gently shook your head.

"I'm not sad, though," you countered, your tone soft yet resolute. You lean closer to him, wiping his tears away and he felt his heart race the closer you were to him. Your hair trickling at the side of his cheeks as he stare into your eyes, mesmerized by the shining stars within them and the way your lips were so soft, and pink. He doesn't think he has ever seen such pretty lips from a woman before. Before the two of you could become even more closer, a voice from behind the door leading to the inside of the manor called out.

"[First Name]..! Where are you.."

After a brief moment of contemplation, he gently released himself from your touch and gracefully descended back onto the bush. Ignoring your startled response, he swiftly turned and ran back into the woods. His heart pounded in his chest, a cold sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to process the encounter.

As he fled, he couldn't shake the thought: "she must truly be a witch!"

Yes, that could indeed be the only plausible explanation for the tumultuous stirrings in his heart. It seemed to be the reason behind his unexpected emotions, why he felt an inexplicable sadness for you despite the absence of any personal connection. The notion that you might truly be a witch lingered in his mind, offering a peculiar explanation for his inexplicable feelingsUnnoticed by him, your gaze remained fixed on his fleeting figure, curiosity sparking within your eyes. Yet, with a graceful gesture, you chose to set aside your musings, casting one final glance before gracefully retreating into the mansion. Prepared to resume your role as the daughter of the emperor, you embraced the ordinary life befitting the eldest daughter and crowned princess of the empire, taking a deep breath as you greeted your father.

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i. toge x fem!reader | aftermath of a confession

for a while it’s just the deafening silence between the two of you and the clanging noises of chopsticks on glass bowls. of course, he knows that it isn’t going to last forever even if he wonders if it will, but your lack of words definitely fails to prove that wrong. 

see, the problem is this: toge’s sitting right in front of you— his dream girl, his crush of two years and all that. since the moment you first walked in the classroom and he’d caught sight of you, he’d been hopelessly and utterly smitten. perhaps it was the way you smiled at others, shy as you were; the way you laughed at his antics without fail and tried to lift people up no matter how much you struggled with doing so. it was that kindness; the type that didn’t need gestures and touches, the type that didn’t call for empathy or sympathy. just that plain kindness. 

and soon after it came his love for everything else: your hair, your eyes, your skin— the way they shined in the sunlight. he was sure he wasn’t that obvious. yet he supposes that besides maki, panda and yuuta who’d already known him enough to tell, it could have been relatively easy for all the other students of the school (basically, all the first years) to notice his infatuation with you— well, save for you yourself. 

he didn’t think it’d amount to anything, though. as much as it hurt to think that. not with the way his technique held him back; you needed someone who could speak to you, look after you that way. he needed you to not feel lonely. he had insistence from maki and panda that you were every bit down bad for him as he was for you, yet he still couldn’t believe them in full. despite all his jests and cheeky shenanigans, he would never consider himself bold enough to be able to confess it all to you. so why do it, when you wouldn’t be able to reciprocate in the first place? 

which is why he was shocked when you bowed over, scrunched your face up in embarrassment and handed him a letter in a sealed envelope before lunch on a random tuesday, stammering that you’ve liked him for more than a year, can you please consider going out with me?, and running away before coming back just for lunch. 

at least if maki and panda were here, things would be less awkward. but maki is still out training, and panda’s off to do whatever pandas do before lunch on random tuesdays. 

“takana…” he starts, eyes on your crestfallen face. the only thing your eyes are on is the food you’re eating. 

“…I’m sorry…” you mutter. he barely makes it out from you. 

“ikura!” he says. No! 

an idea strikes him then. 

you cock your head to the side in confusion as he whips out his phone and his thumbs fiddle away across its keyboard. 

toge’s confident now. if the two of you like each other, why not start something new? he’d love to take you out. he hands you the phone. 

“‘I… like… you… too?’” you read out, squinting at the tiny font.

toge sees your heart stop, breaths caught in your throat, your cheeks warm— scratch that, you’re crying. 

wait, why were you crying?!

“takana!” 

“I-I’m so glad,” you sniffle,” I always liked you. I didn’t know how to say it. it was painful seeing you every day knowing how I felt, and- and thinking there wouldn’t ever be a chance you’d like me back!” you sob, burying your face in your hands as if it could hide anything, “and then when I gave the letter to you, I was so nervous, I-I should’ve stayed there or given you something you liked, but I panicked!” 

nervously, he inches his hand closer to yours. your watery eyes widen. “shake sushi,” he reaffirms. the circles he rubs over the back of your hand make you feel like he’s smoothing over creased paper on your skin. yes, he likes you too, so don’t worry. don’t cry. you may be crying, but if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging so wildly regardless. 

both of your hands grab one of his with shaky movements and a slew of hiccups. “I’ll try my best.”

“mentaiko.”

thank goodness.

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Some random black clover sketches. Since I’m sick, I had to draw Fuego “sleeping beauty” vermillion. He looks how I feel 🤧

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Simon picked your engagement ring himself. He went to the jeweller, saw the ring, and immediately thought of you. He loves it. He’s always kissing your left hand. He’s so in love with you, it aches. 

When the two of you finally get married, he never stops looking at his ring. It’s a plain thick silver band, but he loves it so much. He’s just so afraid he’ll lose it. 

Instead, he wears the ring on his dog tag chain and gets your initial tattooed on him. The day he comes home from deployment, at first, you don’t notice anything different but his facial hair. Then, when you ask him to get you a fork at dinner, you gasp, “What’s that?”

“What?” he raises a brow.

You grab his hand, pointing to the tattoo. “What? Where’s your ring? What’s this?”

“Here,” he tugs at the chain around his neck. “And ‘is is jus’ to show people ’m married.”

“It’s permanent!”

“Is our marriage no’ supposed to be?” 

“But-”

“Are ya tryin’ to leave me, lovie?”

“No…it’s just…permanent…”

“Good. You’re my Mrs. ‘hat’s permanent too.”

You giggle. “Fine. I’m getting one too.”

“Like ‘ell you are. ‘M not letting you ruin that perfect skin.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “No means no. I know how much you love me and you hate needles.” 

“Okay…”

“You could spread your legs to prove it though.”

“SIMON!”

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Being lifted in a hug with Yami

Requested by: @clovertitan​

You stared out of the window into the rain, resting your head against the palm of your hand while leaning against the windowsill. The base was unusually quiet, but since most of the squad was out on missions, or training on their own, it was no wonder. Yami had been particularly busy as well, which meant that Finral had to transport him around, making Finral busy as well. So, you couldn’t leave very far either, unless you flew with your broom, but given the weather, the idea didn’t seem all too appealing.

And, even if Finral had been around and willing to give you a lift, you weren’t sure if you would have wanted to leave. Not because then you’d potentially miss Yami coming back, and since you hadn’t gotten a lot of opportunities to spend time with him, just the two of you, you didn’t want to miss any chances to do so. Actually, when you thought about it, you couldn’t recall more than having passed him by in the past few weeks. And that realization made your eyes fall closer to the ground than they already had been as your body slouched further forward.

The weather outside now seemed to depict how you were feeling, as if closed off from the rest and shivering in your solitude, while the grey clouds that hung above your head tried to keep pushing you further and further down. And in that moment, you craved Yami’s strong arms being wrapped around you more than you could remember feeling before. His heart beating against you, speaking to you the things he might never say out loud; not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know how to, or perhaps, because he was afraid of losing you if he uttered them out loud.

After a while of staring out of the window, you thought about getting something warm to drink in the hopes of it warming you up. And if Charmy was in the kitchen, rather than tending her garden, maybe you could have a nice talk. About anything really.

You headed downstairs, but as you reached the common room, you were hit with familiar mana. And the recognition made your head shoot up towards the front door, from where the tall, rugged man you called “honey” walked in.

He rubbed the back of his head with furrowed brows, looking as if he was more than fed up with running around. But his eyes rose to you, the grey irises glowing the faint light of the room as his gaze met yours, pulling you in.

And you didn’t resist the pull, the call, the implore for you to come to him, which was why you dashed towards him. His name fell form your lips as you opened your arms, and tears of joy started collecting in your eyes as you couldn’t help but let the tender emotions of your reunion rise up from your heart.

He opened his arms, welcoming you to him. And as soon as your arms wrapped around him, so did his around you. But unlike usually, he didn’t wrap his arms over yours. Instead, it was as if he was scooping you up, holding you by the waist. And before you even fully realized it, you could feel your feet lifting from the ground, and his heart beating against yours.

His arms were sturdy, and holding you so securely that the very words of worry, scared and alone, were meaningless. All that was, was the way he embraced you, the way he lifted you up while holding onto you so tight, and yet, without squeezing the life out of you. His hold of you, was full of the soft, gentle emotions that he held in his heart, emotions that didn’t reflect his appearance, but were all the more real.

“Hey baby…” he paused for a moment, while flashing you a smile. “Gorgeous,” he corrected, as he lowered you back down.

“Hey,” you giggled as a reply. “I missed you,” you admitted in soft whispers.

“I missed you too,” he whispered back with a low, grumbling chuckle.

And just like that, the loneliness you had felt before, was now swept away by his presence; for all you could see and feel was him, holding you.

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Pairing: Zora Ideale x gn!reader

Requested by: @darkcloakedinfinitevoid​

Genre: fluff with some melancholy

”Where are we going?” You asked him as you were flying forward. Him on his own, and you on yours.

The sun had already set behind the horizon, painting the sky with hues of purple and red, with a gold outline right at the edge of the horizon. The air was clear, cool, and you could smell a hint of dew mixing together with pine as you flew lower, right at the edge of the treeline.

“You’ll see soon,” Zora replied, his voice sounding much more quiet than you would have expected, as if he was reluctant to let the words fall from him.

You quirked an eyebrow at him, about to say something along the line of preferring to know, because the mood of the moment wasn’t one of a romantic surprise, but upon catching a glimpse of his eyes, so deep and full of secrets, much like the endless oceans, you were taken aback. There was a strange undertone of worry beneath those waves in the mirror to his soul, and a veil of melancholy laid on top of it. And it made you wonder, it all made you wonder.

He led you forward to what looked like an abandoned tower, which made you quirk an eyebrow once more. It made many questions swirl, clash, and mix together in your mind. But as much as you wanted to ask him, straight up, there was a sense of him telling you much more than you’d realize to ask, as long as you’d let him tell you.

So, you let him lead you inside, lighting candles as he did, to reveal something that reminded a study. Stacks upon stacks of books, notes, and papers were lined next to the walls, the shelves and the counters in the room. A scent of ink mixed together with that of paper and burning candles, as if creating a nook of your own in a far corner of the world.

“I came here after dad died,” Zora began, looking at the point where the ceiling met with the walls, with his back turned towards you. “I came here to work on my magic, so that I might be able to fight back against the oppression us commoners and peasants are facing.”

His tone was hesitant, as if spoke with hushed whispers of syllables he was scared to utter.

“I’ve never shown it to anyone,” he admitted with his head lowering down, his gaze falling to the floor.

And that admission, spoken with words that dripped from him like autumn rain, made your heart clench. The syllables were laced with loneliness, and the edges of them were painted with every shade of the grief that he still harboured in his soul. His shoulders slouching forward, it told you just how much he dreaded telling you about it. But, all the same, it told you about just how much he trusted you. He trusted you enough to lay his emotions bare before you, to let you into his haven, to let you into a place that had become one in which he could hide away from the world. And it had been his solitary sanctuary ever since Zara had died.

But now, it wasn’t solitary anymore. He had let you in, and was talking about it all. Or rather, he had opened a door for talking about it all.

So, you made your way to him, with soft steps that were fixed on a straight path, the only path you knew; the path to him. And you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your head against his shoulder.

He tensed with your touch, but as soon as he felt and heard you breathing in his scent, and your hand drawing circles onto his chest; it made him melt under your touch. It made the pain and the worry lift from him, making his gaze rise back up to the heavens as a smile crept onto his lips.

“But I wanted to show it to you, because…” he hesitated for a moment, taking the seconds that ticked away to fight his relief from rolling down his cheeks. “Because I want you to know… me… I want you to know who I am… deep inside…” he whispered.

“But I do know,” you replied with hushed syllables of your own, but yours were warm and delicate, like the spring sun. “I know you, and I know that you have a good heart,” you smiled, squeezing him tighter in your embrace. “I know your heart,” you repeated.

And right as the statement flowed from you, you could feel a warm droplet dripping onto your hand. Just one. But it spoke volumes.

The sensation of the droplet rolling off your hand, was followed by Zora wrapping his arms over yours, tightly and protectively, as if looking to shelter you within his own embrace. He wrapped his arms over yours, as if to say ‘I’ll keep you safe, no matter what, because you are my heart’.

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Prompt: petal, pain, paradise, precious, protective

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Fuegoleon Vemrillion x f!reader

Genre: Fluff with an angsty beginning

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy

You fumbled with a rose in your hand as you stood in your shared bedroom, staring out of the window. The petals felt like silk between your fingertips, so soft and delicate, just as the piece of information you had just learned. It too was a petal. So silken and fragile that you weren’t quite sure what to do with it, which was why you settled on holding onto it.

But you knew that you’d have to part with that piece of information. You’d have to share it, and it was the very fact of having to share it that made your stomach twist and prickle, as if growing numb little but little. You shook your head, unsure of what was it precisely that had made you feel so uncertain about telling him about it, telling Fuego about it. You couldn’t really decipher what was it that made you so uneasy. Surely, he’d be with you on this. Surely, he’d be happy about it. Surely, he’d be… he’d be there for you.

He had always been your rock, the ground on which you stood, and even despite all the troubles that had come your way, he had stood by you. And life had been heaven, the closes thing to paradise on earth with him. So, why were you so scared about it? Why were you so scared about telling him about the life that grew inside of you? The life that you two had created.  

And yet, you were terrified. You were scared to the bone of the idea of something happening to the precious person growing in your tummy. And it felt ridiculous. You had only known about them for so little time, and yet… There you were, already worrying about them. And that worry spun into a ball in the pit of your stomach, twisting and turning your insides until burning hot tears started collecting behind your eyes. The weight of the room collected over your shoulders, making you curl around yourself as if in pain.

“What’s wrong my love?” A low, tender, soothing voice of your husband called out to you, making you turn around.

“Nothing,” you shook your head trying to collect yourself before telling him.

“You look like you’d be in pain dear,” he replied with hushed syllables.

“I’m-, I’m not in pain, just.. worried,” you admitted while averting your gaze.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, so that you were able to feel his heartbeat. The lames of his arm caressed you, and his silken hair draped over your shoulder as he spoke again, with softness which contested that of the heavens: “What is worrying you?”

You stayed silent for a while, trying to twist the words around your tongue, but the gentle, steady tune in his chest assured you that it’d be alright. “I’m… pregnant…” you whispered.

His body tensed around you, and the seconds that followed, ticking away for a moment that felt like an eternity. And as the moment ended, he pulled back, but instead of the expression you and your heart that now was with the ball of worry expected, you saw tears that had collected into his eyes, and a wide, bright smile. His smile, it contested the scorching of the midday sun, but it brought you serenity like a soft, feather bed.

“I’ll… I’ll be a father? I’ll… We’ll have a precious bundle of joy to call our own?” He asked, almost as if in disbelief as he held you firmly, assuring you that he’d keep you safe.

“Yes…” you whispered back as your lips turned into a smile, and your tears became those of joy as well, nearly rolling down your cheeks.

“I’ll protect you.. you both… The most important people in my life,” he assured you while pulling you closer once more. He leaned down, but before he pressed his lips against yours, he still whispered out: “I love you…” And that made the tears roll down your cheeks, tears of joy and the relief that washed over you.

And it was there, in that savouring, adoring kiss where his lips held onto yours, that you felt your tender emotions for him intensifying. You felt, more than ever, that you belonged in each other’s embrace.

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Prompt: soft, sunshine, safe, serene

Requested by: @clovertitan​

Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

You inhaled. Air flowed into your lungs, filling you with the sweet scent of the flowers around you. Blades of grass tickled your skin as they danced in the passing summer breeze, which flowed over you, as if laying a blanket made of the softest, weightless cotton onto you. And that cotton was warmed with the trickling of sunlight through the skies.

A passing bird flew by, singing its tales to you, tales of far lands and vast skies.

“What are you thinking,” a low voice, sounding like safety mixed with smoke, asked, making your lips tug up into a smile.

You cracked open your eyelids to see Yami, wo had been seated next to you, gazing into the distance. His grey eyes, like ash laced with the light of hope, looked out into the world around you.

Ash in darkness, and yet it was laced with the glimmer of hope that made you feel secure; like nothing could touch you. And something told you that, that hope that glimmered in darkness, was the strongest of its kind.

“How handsome you are,” you replied with a giggle as you did indeed admire his features.

He closed his eyes, while shaking his head with a light chuckle.

“Right… Sunshine…” he replied with amusement as his eyes turned to you, flickering as if light from those ashen eyes.

His fingers found their way onto your cheek, right below the sunflower that was tucked behind your ear. His rough skin ran over yours, as if trying to trail it, trying to remember each imprint and groove of it; seeking to cherish you.

“You really are that,” he whispered while looking into the distance that existed in your eyes, as if thinking out loud.

But as the flowing traces of his syllables reached his own ears, he turned his gaze away, as if scolding himself for speaking it out. As if that admission, despite him calling you as his ‘sunshine’, was only meant for him; something he wasn’t quite prepared to admit to you. Not quite yet at least.

It was as if a cherished secret, or perhaps something that he dreaded, deep down, the knowledge of just how much you meant to him. The knowledge of just how far he’d go to keep you safe. But you knew. You knew it from the way he held your hand, the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking, the way he asked about your day, the way he held you close, and from the way his heart was beating under your ear each time you pressed your head against his chest. From all that, you knew just how much you meant to him, and it made you feel safe.

And because you knew just how far he’d go, you tried your very best to live up to his encouragement, to surpass your limits. So that he’d never need to cross that line. Because, you might have been his sunshine, the light of his life, but he was the ground on which you stood, your very world. And in his embrace, nothing could touch you.