#Black Clover church kids

[canyyon]

Absolutely obsessed with these goofballs, so have some obligatory explorative sketches

[zaimta]

彡LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

zai says: back on my black clover grind that movie changed everything!! this fic is gender neutral btw that’s just what asta said in the ep

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it was his first official day as a black bull, since he was a rookie he had plenty of chores to do. they weren’t all bad compared to what he did back at the church it was nothing. however he will admit that the laundry load was something that he wasn’t used to, the pile was bigger than he was. then again it beats waking up yami by miles.

as he washed the clothes he came across vanessa’s bra. he turned a bright red and slapped his cheeks to snap him out of his daze.

“the girls in this guild are beautiful…but they have nothing on sister lily!” he yelled to himself and got back to washing the clothes.

you leaned against the wall of the base and rose a brow “sister? like a woman of the cloth?” you went outside to check on him you knew how hefty laundry duty was, and you wanted to feel bad for him but honestly you were glad you didn’t have to do it anymore.

he immediately turned around when he heard your voice. you were recruited to the black bulls a year before he was but the two of you were around the same age. his eyes widened when he saw you, he remembered seeing you when he first joined the guild but he never got a good look at you. maybe he was wrong about the sister lily thing, as soon as he thought that he felt the heat rise to his face.

he nodded. his cheeks were dusted with a bright pink “uh yeah.” he scratched the back of his head slightly embarrassed. sister lily was the only one for him he was sure of it. but why were you making him feel so different?

you laughed. oh god he loved that sound.

“you know they can’t marry right? let alone date.”

he knew that. how was he supposed to say the moment this conversation someone else caught his eye. he never thought someone else would catch his eye and turn him away from sister lily. but you? he didn’t know what you were quite frankly he could care less he just knew that he really really liked you.

“i-” he cleared his throat to prevent himself from stammering “yeah. i knew that.”

you shrugged and sent him a wave over your shoulder as you walked back into the base.

suddenly sister lily was a close second. hell who was he kidding close wasn’t even the word.

[desublimitate]

Allure of darkness

❛ Let's make a deal: if you beg me to fuck you again, you will be mine from now on ❜

Author's note: MDNI. This is the first chapter of a fic you can find on Ao3 here. OC (y/n) is afab and uses she/her, no body type or any characteristics specified so you all can identify with her 🖤 Timeline is canon compliant i guess (?)

Content: yami sukehiro x reader, smut, rough sex, vaginal sex, dom/sub, oral sex, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink

As surprising it was that you became a Magic Knight, it didn't shock anyone when you joined the Black Bull. Such a wasted talent you were, if only you were born in a noble family, everyone knew you would have been a shiny jewel for the Clover Kingdom, but you, born a peasant didn't have much hopes for your future. If it wasn't for that man.

The priest of your village begged you to visit the church and confess your sin of envy, seeing you getting greener and meaner day by day.

You deserved more than everyone else, that's what your face read.

Born a gifted kid, your talent succeeded any expectations, therefore, when at 14 your grimoire picked you, the world was ready to see you shine.

Speaking in tongues magic.

 What a rare and unique grimoire.

You were just a sprout when that spellbook appeared before your eyes.

Thin as a spring daisy, latched to your childhood dreams, your inner wisdom was always a sign that something bigger was coming your way.

That day, surrounded by all your friends, you played imagining what type of magic would have chosen you.

Water magic would have been so beautiful to wield, spatial magic would have helped you travel around the world, god you were so excited to see your natural talent.

Your mother had food magic, she would replenish mana thanks to her meals while your father's stone magic was celebrated in the whole Clover Kingdom, even nobles would rely on him to build their palaces. It was all coming up to you, wasn't it?

Your mother cried tears of pride, your father clapped his strong hands when you, small and bubbly, got picked by that majestic grimoire.

 Speaking in tongues magic, the wise men of the village were enthusiast for the recognition you would bring. With your talent you were going to be able to decode the most ancient tomes, discovering parts of history still kept secret. Your future seemed set in stone: after years of deep studies, you would have reached the Capital, and joined the Wizard King and served him, opening doors to unknown worlds with your magic.

But then it all went wrong.

Your father fell ill and couldn't continue with his work as before.

The less money he brought home, the less provisions you could afford.

Food at the village market seemed always more expensive, affecting both your parents magic. If your mother couldn't cook, your father's mana couldn't really catch up.

Nor you could pay for healers.

There was only one painful but inevitable solutions.

With a tight heart you gave up your studies at the academy to find a job in town that could provide for your family.

With the weight of your home on your shoulders, you served ale and stews at the village tavern, always with a smile, but crying inside.

You watched them all leave for the Capital, your childhood friends and their not-so-special magic.

You grew colder and crueler, blaming fate or whoever weaved the strings of life for what they did to you.

They were out there, with their common powers, mingling with other commoners, while you were a sparkling diamond forced to stay under the dirt.

Someone like you, able to decode and translate ancient inscriptions had to spend your nights among drunkhards who never knew when to keep their hands at bay.

You deserved more than that, you were born for more than that.

All that talent couldn't have gone to waste.

Always more isolated, your family started to grow worried.

Lost in your thoughts, in private studies you started doing on your own, sneaking books from the local library in your bag, they believed you were going down a dark path.

Who knew what kind of books you were studying, what kind of obscure magic you were uncovering.

Darkness called to you, like a siren with her hypnotic song.

You were going to take your destiny in your hands.

If life wasn't going to give you what you deserved, you were going to take it yourself.

No matter what.

There was a certain allure to darkness you couldn't deny.

The books you were learning to read on your own were so full of wonders and secrets. It didn't matter how exhausted you were, if you came home from at the tavern at the break of dawn, you looked forward to be hiding under your blankets with even a small light to read your stolen tomes.

Of course you would return them, at some point.

Your parents never noticed them, or if they did, they never asked.

There was so much out there, demons caged in the depths of hell, monsters of ancient times. All with magic so undefeatable you couldn't begin to imagine them.

Stories of the first Wizard King, of the Demon he slayed.

There was so much in that world and you deserved to be a part of it.

You deserved to have a piece of power.

That night was particularly ectic at the tavern. You hated those kind of nights, when dozens of failed Magic Knights reunited to drink to forget their missed opportunities. Soldiers retired after injuries, former knights that served their time in prison after the Wizard King found them guilty of taking advantage of their role.

They were just the worst, they started the night already quite high and at the end of your shift even your clothes stenched of beer and sweat.

-Born to be a scholar, forced to clean after drunkhards's vomit- You brushed the floor hard, covering your nose from the disgusting smell.

-What was it, y/n?!- Your boss's voice came loud booming from the kitchen.

-Nothing, nothing!- You groaned with annoyance.

-Get your ass back here, The Table asked for more ale-

''Of course they did'' You made sure to keep that thought for yourself, but not for long -Look, boss, are we sure we want to keep doing this? We are losing customers everytime someone sits at The Table, is it really worth it?!-

Your boss was an old greasy man, short in height but full of rage.

-Since when I asked your opinion on business matters?! When I will need the opinion of a vomit-cleaning maid I will come to you! Now, off you go and you make sure I don't hear your voice for the rest of the evening!-

The unspeakable curses you swallowed burned your throat, but you knew better than crying, at least in that man's presence.

You waited for when you were under your blankets, surrounded by your books, to cry your misfortune.

-Are you still here?!-

-I'm going, I'm going- Your hand slightly shook when lifting the overfilled tray.

If you didn't burned down that place yet it was all because of the little money that kept your family going.

The smell of alcohol filled your nostrils and made you dizzy as soon as you stepped into The Table room.

The Table room was the aisle reserved for bets: the worst kind of men, usually addicted to gambling spent their nights and their fortunes at The Table.

Whether it was cards, chips, dice, at The Table, those men would even bet on their life.

Many times they were left with nothing to offer and tried to sneak you in their games, someone even tried to put your body on the table, as if you were a good they could exchange.

As if you would have given yourself to a loser like them.

 

-Here is the beauty of the house! Are you included in the meal deal, precious!- Someone chanted as soon as you stepped in.

-Ah ah ah, I never heard that- You rolled your eyes and landed the cups on the table.

-Bold of you to even ask for a meal deal, when you are not even paying a shitty dime, sir-

The room boomed with a roar for your comeback.

Insulted in his pride, the man tugged at your apron, forcing you to bend down.

God, he reeked.

-Listen here, precious, shoot another of your smart comebacks at me and I will make you pay for the meal deal, one way or another-

As if he could intimidate you.

You snatched back your apron in place -Sure thing, sir, as if you can afford me-

Now a new sound surprised you.

A laugh you never heard before caught your attention among the others.

Your eyes quickly scanned the table of the loyal vile customers, and immediately your heart skipped a beat.

Wow.

There was a man there, he had never been here before you were certain of it. You knew all those fools by name, and the stranger was definitely a new entrance.

God, what was a man like that doing there?

-She surely has a silver tongue!- The man then pointed a pocket knife to your harasser, with a dark snarl he threatened -I think you will want to think about it twice before speaking like that to the lady, asshole!-

You stood still like a salt statue. No one ever stood up for you, especially not like that, holding the drunks at knifepoint.

That stranger had awakened something dormient in you.

A thirst for life that made your blood boil.

His voice was baritonal, almost coming from the pits of hell, with a charm to it that made it impossible to forget.

Almost magnetic.

His eyes were like those of a hawk.

Foreigner, you were sure, no one had eyes like that in the kingdom of Clover.

Sharp, gleaming.

Wild.

Everything about that foreigner called to parts of you you believed dead for good.

His six pack and pecs were almost tearing the fabric of his white tank top apart.

His biceps as big as your head.

God, he was immense and the more you stared at his rough fingers playing with a cigarette, the more your mind went blank.

The foreigner took a drag on the thin cigarette and your throat ran dry.

The way his lips sucked on the end and breathed out the smoke made your legs quiver.

-Are you going to stand there and stare much longer, my love?-

He didn't even acknowledged you, yet he knew somehow.

Fuck.

With a jump you left -I'm not your love, asshole-

That laugh dug inside you -We will see about that-

Needless to say you couldn't just focus on anything that night.

Your boss noticed it, how you dropped plates, forgot orders, misplaced tables.

-What is it with you tonight?! God you are so useless-

What was with you? You wished you knew.

There was a man at The Table, among the worst ones you knew, that got under your skin with just his voice.

How dared he calling you ''my love'', how dared he made fun of you for staring at him?

There had to be something you could do about your blushing cheeks.

-Hey boss- You tried to not want to go back to The Table room, but you started looking forward for them to order more drinks, so that you could catch a glimpse of him -Do you know who is tha guy? I have never seen him here-

The short man peaked through the door and chuckled -Tsk, is he back for real?-

So he knew him.

Your boss made a happy face, brushing his palms.

That wasn't a good sign.

-That...- He pointed with his thumb -...is one of the biggest losers I've ever seen-

You curled your lips, well, that was disappointing.

So handsome and yet a loser.

He wouldn't sit at The Table after all.

Now, you noticed something that those bunch of drunk pigs would never be able to.

He noted down his points and strategies for game in a language from so far away.

A language you knew well and studied in your books.

But god, was he a loser for real.

Your boss was right, that handsome, muscular foreigner, had already lost his shoes and jacket, after having no more money to bet on.

Everytime you had to serve his table you had to hold your breath, to not get lost in his smell, of cigarettes and oils.

His grey eyes always locked with yours, as if he perceived you coming before you even stepped in.

And you couldn't resist them.

The way he looked at you was...no, you didn't want to think about it.

He was a drunk and a loser.

How could he even lose with such easy cards?

All night long you wanted to try and do something, a test, and finally when everyone was a bit too drunk to notice, you took your chance.

-Midori- The moment you said that word, he lifted his head quickly.

Bingo, you were right.

He must have thought to be completely wasted, he even started hearing his own native language now.

But as surprised as he was, never taking his eyes off you, he picked the green card from his hand and threw it on the table.

To the other players's discontent.

He won.

And for the rest of the night, you played with him, cheating for him under everyone's nose.

He clearly loved gambling but had no idea how to play, so it was you everytime you brought cups of beers to suggest him, in his own language, the colors, the numbers, the cards to pick.

Slowly, the foreigner won back his shoes, his jacket and started gaining the others players's money.

It never happened before, which made The Table room want to witness that unique event.

Why did you want that man to win? Maybe because his satisfied laugh freed all the butterflies in your stomach, maybe because for once you met someone more interesting.

Or mostly, it was because you loved to have his eyes on you.

Always scanning your ass whenever you turned your back, or your breasts whenever you bent on the table.

For the first time since you started working at the tavern you wished your shift never ended.

 But it did, as always.

Your boss gave you your pay for the day, less than the half of what you deserved, but better than nothing.

It was dark and chill outside, you loved to feel the cold wind on your face after a night in the tavern.

The dark of the night shielded you from your troubles and the cold washed you from the dirt.

With your coat under your arm, you slammed the door open to leave for good.

God, you hated that bell on the doorframe.

At first you didn't notice him, hidden in the shadows, but the moment the tail of your eye catched the frame in the corner, you gasped and jumped.

-FUCK!- You almost dropped your belongings from the scare -God, you scared me!-

Yet, he didn't seem impressed.

Leaning on the wall, foot against the stone to enhance the size of his thick thighs through the marroon leather pants, lighting a cigarette.

The man stretched his arm, offering you the packet.

-Want a smoke?-

At loss of words you didn't know how to react.

If it was anyone else you would have ran away, or attacked them, but him you felt you could trust.

You shouldn't have, your conscence was trying to talk to you, you don't talk to strangers who drink and gamble and spend the night staring at your ass.

-No, I don't smoke-

He shrugged -Better for your health, I guess-

-Wha...what are you doing here?-

In the dark he looked intimidating, as if he belonged to the night,

as if he was born from the shadows.

His tanned skin, his dark brown hair, the rougly shaven beard.

Everything about him screamed wilderness.

And it called you.

-What, a man can't enjoy a smoke at night without being harassed now?-

He loved to play.

You rolled your eyes -As if you haven't stared at my tits all night-

The man laughed -God, you do have a silver tongue, don't you? Does that pretty mouth of yours ever get you in trouble?-

-More than you can imagine-

He lifted an eyebrow, intrigued -And do you have a name to accompany your brains?-

You swallowed.

Never give your name to a stranger in a dark alley.

But when you thought, your mouth already gave it off.

-And you, do you have a name to accompany all those muscles?-

The foreigner put down his foot -You don't know who I am?-

Were you supposed to?

-I mean, your reputation preceeds you. You really are bad at cards-

He offered you his hand to shake -Yami Sukehiro-

Sukehiro.

You shook his hand and the size difference made you weak at your knees. His hand seemed to devour yours.

-Yami. It means darkness-

Yami squeezed your hand, and perhaps taking advantage of the grasp, he reduced the distance between the two of you.

Forcing you to lift your head to look at him.

-What does a girl that knows the language of the Land of The Sun does in a tavern, serving beers to gamblers?-

That confirmation almost made you wanna jump around like a kid -So I was right, you really come from the Land of The Sun!-

Yami looked genuinely surprised, but was trying his best to not show it.

Clearly failing.

-It's the first time I meet someone that actually knows my country, leave alone speaks its language. How?-

And it was the first time for you that someone acknowledged your talent. For you it was just natural, but it wasn't.

It was your uniqueness.

-My magic. Speaking in tongues-

Yami took a deep drag, the smoke that came out of his mouth dissolved close in your face, giving you an hint of what his lips might have tasted like.

-Never heard that one-

No one ever asked you, and now you were afraid you would have annoyed him by talking about it.

-Oh, it's...uh, well...the name says it all I mean-

Yami shook his head, leaning on your face, slowly.

So slow you could feel your cheeks starting to burn like bonfires.

-I want you to tell me about it...or did the cat eat your silver tongue?-

The effect he had on you was the closest thing you knew to being drunk.

You felt light, floating from the floor in his presence.

Your mind blank, all your ability to speak gone to hell.

You started muttering.

-Oh, well...uh- You scratched your head. Did you look good? Were you a mess? -My magic allows me to...know languages. All of them, actually! From all countries, even those far from here. And ancient ones, lost ones too! I can speak demon language, or angelic language if that matters. Yours is pretty easy compared to those, you know, and...-

Yami stopped you, pressing a finger on your lips.

You halted and stopped breathing all of a sudden.

-This brings me back to my first question. What does a girl like you do in a tavern like this?- His eyes, darting you, digging into your skin -Why are you not a Magic Knight?-

Ouch, did he have to ask that?

-Did I strike a nerve?- Yami tilted his head in way that reads...concern?

You lowered your gaze, ashamed.

-No, no it's okay. I just..I just can't afford it-

Yami smoked, and let you continue speaking.

-My family is not doing well. My father used to work in the Capital, but then he fell ill and my mother is a healer so we really are not swimming in good waters right now. I wanted to try and become one, I did, I studied in an academy for a while but yeah, my family needs food and money, not books-

Yami hinted a smile, the muscles at the corner of his mouth slightly twitched but he didn't speak for a few seconds.

-Next week the Capital is hosting the yearly exam to recruit Magic Knights. Come-

For a moment, you believed he was truly stupid. Didn't he listen what you just said?

-I can't, Yami, my family won't survive without me! And it would be a stupid waste of time, I have no combat skills or anything like that, I would never be chosen, so...-

-If you got chosen though, your family will be provided everything they need, they pay good money you know-

At this point, you just wanted to leave.

You turned away, but Yami grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him.

Too close.

Too dangerous.

-What the fuck are you doing! Are you deaf or what?!- You kicked him on the knees and that made him laugh loud.

So loud he could have woken the neighbourhood.

-And you say you don't have combat skills?! Listen to me very well, y/n- He had your wrist tight against his chest.

His pectorals were so swollen, you just couldn't help yourself.

-You will be chosen- Yami sounded so confident in himself.

-What?!-

-You have a power that Jul..the Wizard King would never, for anything in the world, want to miss out. The things you could do, knowing the ancient languages and the dark tongues...come with me to the Capital-

You were lost in his eyes, in the inflections of his voice, how it made his chest vibrate.

-Why, do you also want to become a Magic Knight? Will you attend at the exam?-

He smiled, and tucked a strand of your hair back behind your ears with a gentleness that had nothing to do with his brute attire.

-Yeah, I will attend-

What were you? A stupid teenager, thinking of running away in the night with the first handsome man that you met?

Yet, his darkness was so compelling, and his body so inviting.

You noticed how his eyes had dropped on your lips, the movement of his tongue, licking his.

Hungry.

Feral.

-Suddenly so quiet?- Yami pressed you against his chest. You could feel his heart racing -Where did your silver tongue go, uh?-

Where did your self control go, you had no idea.

The proximity to Yami Sukehiro, a stranger from a foreign land, that sparked in you again the wish to pursue your talent, made you feel like an animal.

All about him called to you, even his name.

You loved how it rolled on your tongue.

Sukehiro.

You wanted to whisper it over and over.

And how immense he was compared to you, that really stole all reason in your mind.

Your body was reacting to him, since the first moment you caught a glimpse of him, he woke your instincts.

You were thirsty, and hungry for him, for a man like that you could have really lost control.

-You are still staring, y/n- Yami lifted your chin -My eyes are up here-

Your lips were dry -I could say the same about you, you have been staring all night, Sukehiro-

-Mhm- He hummed -Calling me by my first name, now? Who gave you the permission, my love?-

Your cheeks set ablaze and your legs trembled.

Between your thighs you could feel a wet pond forming, your clit pulsing everytime he spoke.

-I don't need anyone's permission to do anything-

Yami was taking deep breaths, all of his muscles were tense.

But after your last reply, he sighed with a groan and grabbed your face.

-Show me what else that cursed mouth can do-

Yami devoured your lips, invading your mouth with his tongue and moaning when he found yours was ready to return the kiss.

You licked him per instinct, followed the movement of his lips.

God, he tasted like heaven, you almost fell on your knees.

His kiss was wild, needy, brutal.

-You are so good at it...-He panted in between kisses, before penetrating your mouth again with his tongue.

He knew what you liked, how you couldn't tell.

-Bite me- You sighed -My lips, bite me-

Yami still had your face in his hands, as if you could have escaped him.

He bit you and when he did, he opened his eyes, making sure he wasn't hurting you.

You wanted it, nothing could have hurt.

Yami drowned his head on your neck, where your skin was thin and that sent a shiver down your spine, making your toes curl.

-Fuck, Sukehiro-

-Do you like that?- He bit your skin, it stung and burned, and he sucked.

And sealed his mark with a lap of his tongue -Do you like being marked?-

You nodded, in trance.

Having his mark, the mere thought made your pussy wetter than it already was. Just by kissing him, your womb was on fire, now that he was marking you, thin trails of wetness started flowing down your thighs.

Not anyone, but him.

The mark of this stranger appeared out of nowhere, sent by the darkness.

He was in your destiny, that was the only reason you could find for letting go so casually with a stranger.

This stranger though, you wanted him.

-I want you- Your moan made Yami clench his fist.

-Say that again, y/n- His low voice echoed on your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair.

-I want you, Sukehiro-

That must have been the signal.

Because Yami bent down and grabbed your ass in his full hands, gave it a rough squeeze and lifted you.

After locking your thighs around his waist he looked at you straight in the eyes.

A hunter with his prey.

-Good, because I have been wanting to fuck you all night-

Yami Sukehiro was a man of instinct, he knew how to trust his guts and that night for some reason, he sensed that it was his lucky night.

Ever since he stepped into the tavern, ready to lose all his belongings as always, he knew that he wouldn't have left with empty hands.

When he saw you, his primeval awareness locked in. He was an apex predator and you were the perfect mate.

Your snarl, your smart replies, everything about your rudeness was appealing to him. And god knew how he struggled all night to hide the boner in his pants everytime you showed up.

How you milk-smooth skin shone under the candle light, the softness of your breasts made him starve.

The perfect shape of your ass filling your clothes was mesmerizing, how many hands of cards did he lose while lost staring at you walking away, just to catch a glimpse of it.

But there were too many layers of skirts for his liking, thank goodness he found a remedy for that.

When he groped your ass to lift you, his fingers dug into your cheeks, spreading them apart.

Yami kneaded your ass and sneered when you mewled in his mouth.

-Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me?- Repeating his words made you come to terms with the truth: he was gonna fuck you, and the anticipation was almost feverish. You just couldn't wait any longer, each step Yami took on the staircase that led to the rooms upstairs of the tavern made your heart flutter.

Confidently, Yami didn't miss a single step, while still licking and biting your jaw.

-Mhm mhm- He confirmed -I wouldn't have left this village without making you mine first-

Yami noticed how his words affected you: your panties were soaked under a couple underskirts, so soaked that your wetness had reached his white shirt and spread -So wet for me already, and I haven't even touched you yet? You don't seem so bossy now, do you-

It wasn't your fault, but his.

You never met someone like him, someone that made you fall for lust so quickly. For all you knew, he could have been a criminal of the worst grade, but it didn't matter.

Your brain was fogged by desire, all your body ached for him.

Your breasts were squished against his pecs, your nipples hardened and got so sensitive just by friction that electricity jolted through your nerves; your thighs were numb and your core, well, you were trying to mantain a certain decency to not beg him to fill you right away.

Yami kicked the door of the room he rented, the wooden plank slammed against the wall and he didn't really cared about making sure he closed it behind his back, than he threw you on the mattress.

-Sukehiro...-You gasped, stretching your arms for him, needing those muscles back on you, that scent overtaking you.

Yami stood at the end of the bed, kicking his boots in a corner and brought his hands on his white top.

A translucent stain of your wetness made his skin visible through the fabric.

-Look what you have done to my favourite shirt, naughty-

Hungrily, you reached for his pants, with your fingers you tried to undo the strings and bottons that separated you from pleasure.

While you untied the knots, Yami stripped off his shirt, leaving your mouth dry and your eyes glazed.

-You are so hot- The words left your lips like you were hypnotized.

His six pack was so defined, hard at touch and over his bulky pectorals a thin layer of dark hair.

-Take your fucking clothes off- Yami commanded with a sigh, his chest rising with deep breaths.

He wanted it as much as you did.

You didn't let him repeat himself, as soon as your corset came undone and your tits were revealed to him, Yami let out a soft groan.

-Fuck-

His pants disappeared from sight, making you aware of the biggest cock you ever seen.

You had good partners in your history, you never complained but this...there was no way that could fit inside you.

And your pulsing cunt was aching for the challenge.

-Fuck, you are so big- You licked your lips, looking at Yami grabbing his cock in his hands and stroking it.

Shivers spread across your cunt, his full hand could barely circle the girth of that rock-hard cock.

In the moonlight, droplets of precum glistened on the head and leaked all acroos the veiny lenght.

Yami stood proud of his size and his build, he was born to be a dominant, that was clear as day.

It was clear for his presence turned you into a mute goldfish.

Speechless, a mess of pants and purrs, you welcomed Yami Sukehiro, the stranger that entranced you with his darkness, between your legs, where he tore apart your skirts with his bare hands.

-Lemme see you, lemme see how...-Yami lifted your legs, pushing your knees onto your chest, exposing your naked, gleaming, pussy.

He exhaled, a deep deep sigh sent a cool breeze over your soaked sex.

Like a soft rain over a fire.

Yami took his time to admire your naked body, after trying to imagine it all night through your clothes, his fantasy could have never made justice to the perfection you were.

The firm shape of your tits, how they mellowed in his fingers, your perky nipples and the way you squirmed as soon as he tickled them.

Your hips and waist, perfect for his hands to grab, he made sure to give them a good squeeze when he pulled you under him to assert his dominance.

And then, your pussy.

-This is all mine- He growled as he towered over you, bringing your legs on his strong broad shoulders.

Drunk in his gaze, you nodded.

-Yeah? Is your pussy all mine, my love?- He cucked his brows, faking a desperate expression. Probably making an impression of your face, pathetically needing him, all of him.

-Say it, I want your smart mouth to say your pussy belongs to me now-

There was something in the way he commanded you that turned your brain into mush.

Sterness, the magnetic tone of his voice, his dominating size.

-It's yours, Yami. Just please...- You bit your lips.

You begged? You were really begging now? What did this man do to you to reduce you to a cock begging submissive?

A wicked grin appeared on his lips, and Yami pushed himself slowly on you, his weight taking over all your resistance.

-Please...what? What were you trying to say?- The head of his cock nudged at your entrance with a wet sound.

You tilted your head back, fighting with the last ounce of self control you stored, but your clit said otherwise when Yami stroked it with his middle finger.

His cock ready to penetrate you and his hand playing with your bud, if your legs weren't kept tight on his shoulders, you would have kicked them in the air.

Yami made slow circles around your wet and swollen clit, and the stimulation was a trap for your pussy.

Through the growing louder moans, you felt his cock having an easier access inside you.

Your hole loosening.

God, Yami knew what to do with a woman's body.

And the idea of other having fucked that cock before, having his lustful eyes, made you burn with jealousy.

And desire to satisfy him.

Now he didn't stop fiddling with your clith when he bit your collabone and whispered again -Please...what? Say it, show me how dirty can that wicked mouth really be- Yami reached your mouth and chocked your moan with a kiss. His beard was tickling you, everywhere he left bites your skin was on fire -Are you only good at giving smart comebacks? You keep bragging about your tongue, until now I've only tasted desperation in it. Will you really beg me to fuck you, uh? Is that what you were trying to say?-

You were on the verge of tears, thirsty and hungry for Yami like your life depended on him taking your body.

You needed his touch, as rough as he could be.

You needed to disappear under him, to be conquered.

You never wanted anyone as much as you wanted that stranger.

-Sukehiro...please- With a hand you cupped his face and he followed your movement, curling his lips.

-What a good little girl you are, I will offer you a deal-

A deal?

If there was trouble you were way too late to escape now.

-What do you want?- Your voice a sob.

-You. I want you-

-I don't understand-

-If you beg me to fuck you, you will be mine. You will belong to me, your precious little cunt will belong to me-

Whatever it meant, it was what your body was screaming for.

Did he want to buy you? Were you going to be his concubine?

You should have reflected on it, on the consequences, on the conditions, but how could you reflect on anything when a man like Yami Sukehiro was feasting on your tits, filling his mouth with your soft flesh, nibbling and sucking your nipples.

-Fuck me- It finally escaped you -I am yours, Yami-

A hard, deep thrust filled you to the point of choking you.

Yami pounded his way inside you, with a fast thrust that made your pubic bones clash against his, and his balls smack against your ass.

His cock reached so deep inside you that you gasped for air, while he roared.

Your pussy stretched all at once to welcome his size but not enough.

Your muscles wrapped and squeezed his throbbing cock.

Yami didn't take his grey eyes off you, with a smile upon seeing you finally getting what you have asked for.

He didn't move, for as rough as his penetration was, he still realized how big he was for you and waited for your body to adjust to his size.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair.

-You are mine now- He said, low, like a promise from hell.

Yami was inside you, his cock throbbed against your walls, his head already nudging a spot that no one ever found before.

You moaned his name again and he grabbed your wrist, bringing it behind your head.

Then kissed you deeply while entwining his fingers with yours.

That kiss was different, less brutal, less carnal.

He kissed you like he...

No, you couldn't be that stupid. You didn't even know him, you knew nothing about him.

No strings attached whatsoever.

It was just casual sex, the best sex, but just casual.

Nothing else, right?

His kiss, slow, passionate seemed to say otherwise.

But when he moved his cock, you forgot about everything else.

In and out of your pussy, Yami started slowly to pount in you, so slow he made you die in anticipation for the next thrust, but deep and rough enough to make you scream.

-Now that's a sound I like coming from your mouth-

His teeth were once again on your neck, right under your jaw, your chin.

Yami was leaving you a necklace of lovebites.

The contrast between the pleasure of his cock in your cunt and the bites on your skin sent you in a spiral.

Your fingers reached for his shoulders.

-Faster- You moaned into his ear.

And faster he went.

Yami panted and moaned, he wasn't the kind of man that kept his pleasure all for himself, on the contrary he had no restraint when it came to growling for what your pussy did to him.

Each thrust faster than the previous, the smacking sound your pussy was making and the slippery movement of his cock were a sign of how both of your juices were mixing.

His precum mixed with your pleasure and leaked over your butthole and dripped on the sheets, already drenched by sweat.

-You like it like this, sweetheart? Is it fast enough for your needy pussy?- Yami smiled even through his growls and didn't even reacted when your nails scratched his back.

-You are a fucking asshole- You managed to say, his weight and his cock choked air out of you.

-You have no idea- Yami squeezed your tit and kept drilling you.

If he kept pounding that deep, you were sure he was going to break you in half, but your pussy was made for his cock, he was molding it in his shape and you just couldn't have enough of the sound of his voice.

Of knowing that that was you driving him crazy as much as he was doing with you.

-Where the fuck have you been until now?-

He finally arched his back when your nails scratched deeper, that question caught completely unprepared.

You wanted him, you wanted to please him.

-Tell me I'm yours, Yami-

Every word coming out of you almost incomprehensible.

-You are mine, you are fucking mine-

Every word coming out of him accompanied by a thrust.

That's all you needed to know.

You were his to please.

-I wanna ride your cock, Sukehiro-

He barely let you finish the sentence, that his hands were already on your hips, squeezing you and rolling over the bed.

Yami held you firm in place and now that you were sitting on his thick thighs, that you were observing his skin, coated by a shiny layer of sweat, you realized how truly big he was compared to you.

Your whole body would fit on one of his thigh only, his abdomen spread across the mattress, barely enough to contain him.

Yami crossed his swollen biceps under his head and rocked his hips, making you bounce.

-You said you wanted to ride me, are you just words?-

Fuck, what a piece of shit he was.

You wanted him to destroy you.

That arrogant sneer on his face made you grab his cock, wet of both your wetness and his precum, and bring it to your entrance.

It was heavy in your hand that couldn't circle it, and it smelled of heat.

A part of you, the most irrational and drunk of him, almost gave up on the desire to have him inside to taste him instead.

You wanted that massive shaft in your mouth, discover how much of it you would fit before you choked on it.

Discover the taste of that man, see him crumble for your lips.

But Yami had other plans for you: with another sudden and unexpected hump, he filled your cunt.

The meowing gasp you let out made him chuckle.

-Now that's more like that- He watched you lose that last crumb of sanity as you fall on his chest.

His cock drilled up to your stomach, a visible bulge rising on your womb, touching muscles and nerves no one ever touched before.

Looking for stability, grabbing his pecs, you stuck your tongue out in pure bliss.

Yami didn't miss the chance of sucking on your tongue and to make fun of your addiction -You really look cock drunk, sweetheart. Do you like being fucked like this?-

With his cruel fingers, he reached for your clit and as if his cock wasn't enough, he stroked it.

-Uh, you like being fucked like this? Naughty girl, look at your face-

The wetness of your pleasure was being stroked by Yami, spurting all over his hairy pube, his pounding reaching for your womb.

Like a predator breeding his mate.

-Ngh...Suke...hiro-

A new energy was growing inside you, an electricity that spread across your legs and down your spine.

-Yeah? Are you close to cumming?-

Your head nodded, eyes seeing stars.

With each deep pound he smacked in your pussy, his thighs slapped against your ass, a soft wet friction of sweat merged your skins together.

If he kept drilling at that depth and pace, you would pass out.

Your thighs grinded on him, with the intention of grasping every single inch of pleasure.

That take of charge made Yami moan.

Your pussy twitched when his voice reached your ear with a loud growl.

And you grinded again, locking your eyes on his.

-That's a good girl, keep doing that...fuck-

Inside you, that weight throbbed, readjusting your insides

Yami's cock was growing harder.

He tilted his head back, closing his eyes, lost in pure lust of your cunt clenching him.

Your walls sucked him in and out, the air suction with the lewd wet noises was a sign of how both your sexes were addicted to each other.

-Ya..Yami...I'm...-

Yami didn't open his eyes, but still found your hips, grabbing them tight, making it impossible for you to escape his next action.

-Cum on my cock, fuck- He roared, before rocking as fast as he could, fucking the air out of you -Cum on me, ugh-

Your climax blossomed in you like a flaming flower.

The spark ignited in your womb, a liquid light exploded as for a moment, you lost consciousness.

You came like you never came before.

Your legs outstretched and seizured, so did your back, like struck by a thunder.

Your cunt exploded on Yami's cock, tigthening, twitching.

Immediately, he was there to grab you.

As he rose to seize you in his arm, the movement pushed his cock even deeper in you.

-SUKEHIRO- You screamed, your nose invaded by the smell of sex and sweat that emanated from Yami.

His hot breath collided on your neck, while you disappeared into his embrace.

And he kept pumping his cock inside you, making sure of stealing every piece of orgasm out of you.

When his pace slowed and his breath became unsteady, your head spinned.

-Where do you want me to cum, answer quickly before I breed you-

His.

You wanted to be his.

-In my mouth- You hiccupped.

Yami remained in silence for a hot second, he wasn't sure he heard correctly, in the heat of the moment.

Did you say you wanted his load in your mouth? Didn't his ears deceive him?

-Say it again-

-Cum in my mouth, Yami. I want to taste you-

With manly arrogance, he lifted you from his cock, glazed by your juices.

Your pussy leaked your creamy orgasm on his thigh and with a sigh of relief your womb was freed by Yami's cock.

You felt empty now that he wasn't inside you anymore, already addicted to his presence and shape.

You laid on the edge of the mattress, legs spread and sore while he sat on his knees stroking his erection at full speed.

The wet pumping made Yami look aching to cum.

Head down and focused, his brow furrowed, chest going up and down in unsteady breaths.

You could tell he needed to cum just by how swollen his balls were.

-Will you be mine?- He growled under his breath, giving a hard stroke to his glistening head.

-I will be yours- You nodded, ready to take all of him.

Whatever that meant, you wanted it.

You wanted to be his.

You wanted to be ruined by this stranger you couldn't get enough of.

There was a before and a after Yami Sukehiro. You knew, the moment he first kissed you that no one else would have ever compared.

How could anyone compare to that strength, that stamina, that size.

-No one fucks like you do- Your body spoke for you, your brain was long shut down.

That confession erupted from you made Yami shudder.

Without ceasing to jerk off, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him.

-Take it, open your mouth- He commanded, when your lips met with his hairy pube and the salty smell of his cock -Take it-

You obeyed, the reddened and swollen head of Yami's cock caressed your lips and your tongue, and the contact made him explode.

Yami bent on you, keeping your head firm as he released his load.

With your eyes up on him, you saw him hissing and roaring.

-Fuu..unf...Fuckk- He let go loud, beastly.

Suddenly your mouth was filled with a warm and thick liquid, the amount of Yami's seed was impressive.

How much did he need it, how long was he keeping all that.

And you did it, that was all for you.

Your effect on him and your doing.

His cock throbbed against your lips, shooting strings of sperm to decorate your tongue.

He tasted like salt, like heat, like lust.

Yami kept your head down until you drank him to the last drop.

And sighed, deeply, releasing you and abandoning himself back on the mattress.

Not before grabbing your arm and pulling you on his chest.

He swallowed, slicking his sweaty hair back.

He regained lucidity and caressed your back with the tip of his fingers -You alright?-

You lifted your head and nodded.

-Did you swallow my cum?!- Yami seemed surprised at the idea, as if he wasn't expecting that.

-Well, of course, that's why I wanted you to cum in my mouth-

Now Yami made a sound, resting his arm over his eyes.

Exhausted, relieved and utterly lost in you.

That wicked mouth of yours was going to be his ruin, he knew it.

Squeezing your cheeks he kissed you, savouring his own taste still lingering in your mouth.

A sloppy kiss, that's what you both needed after losing your minds in each other.

-You are a naughty, naughty, girl. Where did you learn how to fuck like that, uh?- He smacked your ass as he made himself cozy, lying on his side -Do your books say how to ride a man?-

You hid a laugh, tracing his hard muscles lines with your fingers -I had my experiences you know.

Yami's eyes darkened suddenly, the playful grin disappeared before he crashed onto your mouth again, forcing you to lay down with his imposing weight.

Slow, with soft petal kisses in between, never taking his eyes off you as he fought the urge to own you again.

-You are mine now-

Would have it ruined the mood if you asked what he meant? You really didn't care, for a part of you knew he was right.

That you would have looked for him in all the men you slept with.

Yami made you his.

-Only mine to kiss...- Yami licked under your jaw -...to touch...- Then he went low on your tits -...to fuck...- On your abdomen -...to ruin- And he stopped right above your clit, on your soft bushy pube.

Biting your lips you were already savouring the experience of Yami licking you, his mouth was so close.

-Jerk- You spat out when he cruelly crawled back to your face, with a playful smile.

He chuckled -Ready to go again, uh? You loved my cock that much?-

You nodded, scratching his light beard -I've never been fucked like this-

Yami gave you a squeeze on your hips and nudged his big nose against yours -You can say it outloud-

Yami Sukehiro snored, not that it surprised you that a brute like him would keep his rudeness even in his sleep, what surprised you was that his snoring woke you.

You forgot to have even fallen asleep.

He was sleeping like a babe, a soldier proud of his won battle, bicep under his head and one hand resting on his abdomen, one knee up to make a tent of the messed up sheets.

When you woke up you were still naked, covered in shivers after the sweat had cooled on your skin.

You must have fallen asleep together, after all you were both sore.

So sore that even rising from the bed pained you.

God, that man really fucked you like no one did, your legs were twitching from cramps.

You looked at him quickly, he was handsome when he slept. His chest rose in deep breaths and on his face was a dreamless serenity.

But you couldn't stay the night, what would have your boss said if he saw you coming down for breakfast with one of his customers, especially in the conditions you were?

What would have your parents said if they didn't see you at home by daylight?

It was all just sex, you reminded yourself.

You didn't know this guy, you didn't know his businesses.

No strings attached, just good, amazing, breath-taking, unforgettable sex.

When you gathered your clothes back they were a mess, completely torn apart, and then your eyes fell on something glittering in the dark.

You looked back, making sure Yami didn't wake from you stepping on the wooden tiles, and peeked inside his pouch.

There was a black shawl, or cape with a sygil embroidered on it.

A black bull.

That must have been the insigna of his gang or whatever. Under it, far more interesting, the leather sachet with the gold he won at The Table.

So much gold, what did he need it for?

He said he was going to the Clover Kingdom Capital, to attend the exam for the Magic Knights.

And asked you to join him.

It was then that a thought came to your mind.

You helped him win that gold, actually, if it wasn't for you he wouldn't have seen a dime, that meant that a big part of that win was also yours, right?

When Yami woke up the next morning he was alone and for a moment he believed that last night was a dream.

The most beautiful dream he ever had.

But your smell was still all over him, your sweet scent filled the room and yet, you were nowhere to be seen.

Not that he expected his breakfast in bed, but it was the first time that someone ran away in the middle of the night after fucking.

Usually it was him.

You were a surprise after the other.

Arrogant and clever, the best fuck he had and also a runaway.

Weren't you just a catch?

His insight was never wrong and led him to his pouch.

With a loud -AH!- Yami laughed seeing all of his gold vanished, and replaced by a small parchment in the leather sachet.

The ink was not completely dry yet, and it read

I'm sorry, I just took my part. I guess I will see you at the Magic Knight exams, don't forget it. You really have the best cock I ever fucked.

See you at the Capital, Yami Sukehiro

You clearly had no idea in what trouble you just put yourself.

Yami crumpled up your letter and put it in his pockets, somehow a way to feel you close and went about his day laughing.

-Oh, you will see my love, I will be there-

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[enolacola]

I’ve been thinking. I don’t want Black Clover to end with Asta just being handed title of Wizard King.

I want Asta and Yuno to fight each other.

Like, I want them to stand as the people decide who’s the Wizard King. And when they can’t decide, I want Yuno to say, “we’ll just fight for the title”.

Everyone is confused. Asta’s like, “hell yeah, let’s go” and Yami immediately understands.

So then they go outside and begin to fight it out. And they don’t hold back, they go full on out. They move place to place, destroying buildings, the captains are doing their best to save people and promising to rebuild the villages destroyed.

Meanwhile, the people are excited and cheering on who they want to win. Yuno tells Marx to broadcast the fight so Marx goes to broadcast it.

Asta and Yuno are still brawling it out with crazed smiles on their faces. They don’t say anything. They don’t head anything. They don’t feel anything. They’re just focused on the fight and only the fight.

Eventually, the fight makes it to Hage village but neither of them realizes it. The two proceed to use their final attack which settles the match.

No one knows what’s going on, not even Asta or Yuno. But when they come back to their senses, they’re lying down on the bed where they used to sleep when they were kids.

The church is completely gone save the bed. Asta and Yuno are watching the sun rise. Asta asks if they should continue. Yuno says that he’s out of magic. Asta asks what he means and Yuno says,

“Congratulations, Asta, you’ve won the fight,”

Asta looks at Yuno with shock before looking at the sun. He calls out to Yuno and says,

“Happy birthday, Yuno,”

It’s the fourth of October, where they were both abandoned and was the start of their legend. And now, it was the end.

Both of them know this and just begin laughing. Slowly, the church comes to them. Then the Black Bulls/Golden Dawn. Then the other Magic Knights. Eventually, everyone surrounds around the two who are grinning like idiots.

The first to get up is Yuno. He extends his to Asta and says,

“Come on, Wizard King Asta, we gotta go and celebrate,”

Asta then grabs his hand and gets up. They both stand before each other for a few seconds before they fist bump each other and say,

“Our journey has finished!”

And that’s the end of Black Clover for you.

That could happen or after Asta becomes the Wizard King and Yuno becomes the Spade King, Yuno tells Asta they still have to settle who’s stronger. Same shit happens and Asta wins and that’s the end of Black Clover. I really hope something like this happens. And it better not happen in one chapter. I expect 200 pages worth of fighting. Even if it takes Tabata a year to complete it, I will wait.

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Hi im Peem!!!! (^_^)

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[shamelessobjectglitter]

not ed related, but i started watching black clover and at the first episode i was like "huh this is kind of like blue exorcist (my favourite anime), kid grew up in the church, persistent despite everything, strong as shit, childhood friend/brother thats better than him despite being the same age and they both want to get to the top, i really like this"

and you'll never fucking guess what happens in episode 63

spoiler under cut

asta weilds the sword that contains the devil, and can control it (reminds me of rins sword but not really) i couldn't make this shit up if i tried, wtf, this is perfect, new favourite anime idc

also the art style changed briefly and i love when animes do that, i love the art already but still

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Star Magic: Yuno Chapter 2 - 4 and 5 Leaf Grimoires

Yuno and Asta have grown up after that faightful night, as both have changed as their lifes have been changed as they get their own Grimoires.

You can also find this story on Wattpad, AO3 and FF.net with the same name.

Hope you enjoy!

It has been 10 years ever since Yuno and Asta have made their promise about them being rivals, and things have become different in many aspects, but some things remained the same. 

Asta still couldn’t use his magic as if he didn’t have much of it, which was impossible since everyone in the Clover Kingdom has at least some bit of it, but it seems that he doesn’t have good control of it, but that didn’t stop him as he continued to train his body off and he plans on never giving up. 

The church has gained two new orphans, Aruru and Hollo. It also grew some new pop potatoes, but it didn’t change much as it was still the same dish over and over again. 

Hage was still a village in the Forsaken Realm and it was acknowledged by the Clover Kingdom so far, Julius was still the Wizard King. 

But there was something that changed drastically and that was Yuno. 

Yuno ever since that day became more serious, stopped crying which he hasn’t cried ever since that day, less social and overall didn’t smile much at all, and not to mention that people have realized something special about him. 

It was that he had 2 Magic Attributes, which Sister Lily and Father Orsi were shocked to hear that coming from Yuno, but they made sure that it didn’t become public until Yuno was ready, which he was grateful for. 

They might be in a rather unlively situation, but Father Orsi would never take any of the children for granted. 

As weird as it might seem for Yuno to have both abilities of Wind and Star Magic, it kind of felt natural to him, like both of them were magic that were just made for him as he does know how to make both of them as best as he could. 

As of now, both Yuno and Asta were ready to get their Grimoires as it was March and the firefly dandelions are floating in the air, everyone who are 15 years of age are allowed to have their Grimoires, and then 6 months from now, there will be the Magic Knight Selection Exam. 

Grimoires are books in which they are correctly made for everyone in The Clover Kingdom as it goes well with the Magic Attribute, as the book was coloured to suit well for their users and once the user dies, their Grimoire perish along with them. 

On the front page of the Grimoire, there are 3 Leafs, in which they are rumoured to show three things: Hope, Faith and Love. 

The Magic Knights are said to be groups of powerful mages that are ruled by a powerful Grand Magic Knight, or more commonly known as a Magic Knight Captain which are the second highest rank in the Clover Kingdom, the first being the Wizard King. 

There are a total of 9 Magic Knight squads: the best known as the Golden Dawn, the worst known as the Black Bulls, and the rest are the Crimson Lion Kings, The Silver Eagles, The Blue Rose Knights, The Purple Orca, The Coral Peacock, The Green Mantis and The Aqua Deer.

Both Yuno and Asta have the goal to join the Magic Knights as it was 1 step closer in order to become the Wizard King. 

Yuno is now wearing a black shirt with long sleeves, long dark pink pants and brown shoes while Asta is wearing a black headband on his forehead with a red star around the top, as he wore a blue jacket, a long sleeved white shirt, blue pants and black shoes. 

Yuno was walking around the church with Aruru, Hollo, Nash and Recca around him as they then saw Asta trying his hardest to marry Sister Lily, even when she was trying her hardest to deny him. She even hit him with a Holy Fist of Love, a much larger one than that of when he was a little kid.

Yuno sighed. He hasn’t changed a bit. He saw Asta jump saying that he won’t give up, as then a red star appeared, landing directly in front of Asta as that made him jump as Asta landed on his back when the star exploded in his face.

“Thank you Yuno, it was getting annoying,” said Nash. 

“I know, Asta, will you just quit it already?” asked Yuno as Asta stood up looking at his foster brother, “You know she won’t marry you.” he said. 

“You know damn well, I am not giving up, and besides, why are you sticking your nose into this!?” he yelled as Yuno looked at him. 

“It is simple really. You are loud, short, noisy, annoying, can’t read a room to save your life, can’t cook, you are impatient, lack composure and tolerance,” every single one of those felt like Yuno sucker punched him in the face as he then walked away while saying, “Those attributes are pretty much unattractive to women.” 

Now that made it feel like Yuno created a star in his face and blew it straight towards him… oh wait, he already did that!

“Oh come on, Yuno, we have been living together for 15 years, and that is how you talk to me?! You big jerk!” Asta yelled at his rival, as he was pretty much ignored. 

Yuno sighed, he knew that saying that Sister Lily can’t marry someone because she is a woman of the cloth, or that he was 15 years old, can’t marry was pointless. 

“Asta, how many times do we have to tell you, Sister Lily can’t marry someone because she is a woman of the cloth.” said Yuno as Asta grew a tick mark.

“Oh yeah?! How about we settle this, right here and now!?” he yelled as Yuno looked at his foster brother with raised eyebrows. 

“No thanks.” he said. 

“Huh?! What makes you say that?!” yelled again Asta. 

“Because it would be a waste of time.” Asta grew another tick mark.

“Oh give it a rest, Asta. You know it is pointless,” said Nash as Asta looked at his foster brother. Hollo and Aruru looked as they saw the pop potatoes cook as Recca used her Water Magic so they could be well cooked as Nash used his Fire Magic  so it could actually be cooked well. 

“Oh yeah, and what makes you say that, Nash!?” he yelled once again. 

“Well for starters, you are the only person that I know that can’t control any Magic,” said Nash as the rest nodded with him, “secondly, in this world magic is everything. It doesn’t matter if you have it, but how much you have it, from the looks of it you have very little of it.” said Nash. 

Asta gritted his teeth as he looked at his foster brother, “Well, I have something that they don’t! A special move!”

“A special move?” asked Recca. 

“That’s right! And here it goes! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” His special move was… him doing sit ups while screaming really loudly. Aruru laughed, saying how funny he was. 

His attention was then brought to Yuno doing laundry with his Wind Magic, really easily he might add. Aruru laughed again seeing that. It was very easy to make her laugh. 

While the others were slightly impressed with his magic, Asta was looking at him with wide eyes and pale skin. That bastard! 

Once he was done cleaning all of the clothes and getting it all dry, Asta pointed at some chunk of wood, “Well, you know what?! At least I can cut wood faster than you, Yuno!” he yelled as Yuno created what looked like an axe with the Wind and cut the wood with ease. 

“You were saying?” he asked as Asta was this close to beat him up. 

“Oh yeah, ya’ damn show up! Why don’t you use it with your Star Magic, huh?!” he yelled out. 

“Okay.” he said as then he created an orange star with the shape of an axe and then proceeded to cut even more wood with it. 

All of them were silent. 

“You kinda asked for it.” said Hollo as Aruru laughed. 

Asta clicked his tongue, “Yeah, I did.” 

As then the door opened to see Father Orsi with tears as all of the hair on his body was now white, “Yuno is the hope for Hage Village!” he said as he noticed Asta looking at him like he told something offensive to him, “Oh and Asta too.” 

“Love you too, Father.” said Asta sarcastically. 

“Sorry, I didn’t notice that you were there, I just… am really excited for the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony for both of you, because after 6 months, you will become Magic Knights and then… and then…” Father Orsi then began to tear up as he began the idea of both Yuno and Asta getting out of Hage Village and becoming fully grown adults. 

“And then… And then… AHHH! I CAN’T DO IT! THEY JUST GROW UP SO FAST!” he yelled as tears came out of his eyes like waterfalls as he then began to run back into the church as all of the foster kids and Sister Lily looked at him. 

Nash sighed as Yuno looked unimpressed. “How is he older than all of us?” 

“I have no idea, Nash. No clue.” he said as his younger foster brothers and sisters nodded with him. 

Asta was unusually quiet the entire time as Sister Lily looked at him, “Asta, is something wrong? You are quiet about something, is everything okay?” she asked Asta as the ash haired boy looked at her. 

“Oh nothing Sister Lily, I am just thinking about tomorrow, the day we get our Grimoires,” he looked to the skies as Yuno looked at him with interest, “Yuno and I are going to get our Grimoires, and then… I can finally use my magic, which will be the most awesome magic ever!” he yelled with stars in his eyes. 

“With that, I will join one of the Magic Knights, make a name out of myself, and then, after several years go by, I can finally think of myself as one person.” he grinned ear to ear, “The Wizard King!” Recca and Nash sighed by their older foster brother, which to them feels like the younger brother, Aruru and Hollo looked in awe as Yuno kept a stoic face, “And then… you will marry me-”

“I think you should set your dreams in a more realistic sense.” said Sister Lily as Asta dropped his head. 

“I am not giving up on this dream Sister Lily, and you know it!” he said as Sister Lily sighed at the young boy. He will never drop this dream, will he?

Asta then looked at Yuno whose eyes stayed focused on Asta the entire time who raised his fist, “Right, Yuno?” he asked. 

Yuno walked away, “Keep dreaming Asta.” he said as the ash haired boy stayed quiet as Sister Lily looked at Yuno in shock that he would say that to his foster brother. 

Asta stayed quiet as he gritted his teeth, oh he will show him. 

He will show him that he will become the Wizard King!

INTRO! 

(A/N: Play Haruka Mirai.)

We see several different Grimoires with different colours and looks flying around the room, all with their own attributes as it ended with two different Grimoires, one with a 4 leaf and the other with a 5 leaf, as then Yuno and Asta were then shown as they began walking in the same path, with determined looks on their faces as then Yuno’s Grimoire opened to reveal a page with the words “Star Magic: Yuno!”

Gray words can’t make anything happen

We then see Asta and Yuno facing backwards as they both raised their heads as their backgrounds were that of the 4 Leaf Grimoire of the Wind and Star for Yuno, with the 5 Leaf for Asta.

I know, yeah I know

As we see images of Asta and Yuno, both with different expressions as for Asta was him with Star eyes, while Yuno was calm and collected. 

Wishing to fly freely across the sky

Then we Asta doing situps as we see Yuno flying away as Asta began running towards him. 

I dreamed it all my life

As the background changed with Yuno and Asta both dodging at the same time Revchi’s chain. 

Step by step I go, though it’s a doubtful world

We then see Yuno and Asta both pulling out their Grimoires, as Asta pulled out a massive blunt sword as Yuno created 3 stars around him. 

Don’t care how much I fall!

Both of them attacked the former Purple Orca as Fanzell Krueger looked over with an interested look. 

Instinct is my guide, I never give up!

As after they are done with him, they both turn to Sekke Bronzazza and Salim Hapshass as they were both defeated in quick succession. 

To faraway future, I burst out running

We then see Asta and Yuno, both in different outfits, as one is a Black Bull and the other a Golden Dawn as then above them appeared their members in rapid succession. 

Go beyond even the unseen fears

On Asta’s side appeared Yami Sukehiro, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Vanessa Enoteca, Finral Roulacase, Charmy Pappitson, Grey, Gauche Adlai, Gordon Agrippa, Henry Legolant, Noelle Silva and Midori Folium while on Yuno’s side appeared William Vangeance, Langris Vaude, Alecdora Sandler, Klaus Lunette, Mimosa Vermillion, David Swallow, Letoile Becquerel, Siren Tium and Hamon Caseus.  

The vision I had, so I can be myself

Then we see Yuno at the air as the wind went around him and then sighed. 

Someday I will write the next page

As then Klaus and Mimosa were all around him with smiles on their faces as then they faced off with a bounty hunter in Hage with an evil smile on his face. 

You are my hope

The three of them all looked at each other as they then readied their Grimoires for the fight. 

Like that page from someday

The bounty hunter readied himself  with an orange light energy barrier as he stopped Klaus’ Spears, Yuno’s Wind and Mimosa’s Plant Canon. 

I was able to meet you

As soon as the man turned around Klaus and Yuno used a steel cannon as it shot a powerful beam of light directly towards him as it launched him forward. 

I call this a miracle

It created a powerful explosion as then we see Yuno and Asta fist bumping each other with smiles on their faces as the background ended with Asta looking at the camera with a happy smile as Yuno looked at the camera on his backside with a scowl on his face. 

STAR MAGIC: YUNO!

(A/N: End Theme.)

It was now the next day and it was the day when they finally get their Grimoires, which Asta couldn’t wait for as he began eating the pop potato bread, pop potato salad and pop potato… potato. Yeah these people only eat potatoes. 

“OH YEAH! I CAN’T WAIT TO GET MY GRIMOIRE!” yelled Asta as everyone looked at him at the table as they all were eating like civilized people. Nash thought to himself how he is older than them while Hollo and Aruru were eating more normal than them. Father Orsi was still crying tears. 

“Asta, eat like a normal person.” said Yuno casually as he was eating the pop potato bread as it sucked all of the water in his mouth with just one bite, just like how it was made as the pop potatoes were the most dry things ever made. He took a glass of water and drank it as he took another bite… all of the water disappeared once more. 

“HOW CAN I?! The 2nd most important event will happen in my life!” yelled Asta as they all looked at him when he said that. 

“Second? What is first?” asked Recca as Nash sighed as he already knew what he was going to say. Yuno was surprised he could count. 

“Me becoming the Wizard King, of course! What else would it be?!” he yelled as Sister Lily sighed as she looked at him. 

“Well, can you at least slow down, Asta? The food is not going to run away and you still have enough time to get your Grimoire. The ceremony will begin in 3 hours.” Sister Lily said as Yuno nodded. 

“Not to mention, it is a 15 minute walk, so you could actually start eating like a normal person and not a lion that hasn’t eaten in weeks.” said Yuno as his foster brother looked at him. 

“Oh, Yuno, trust me, when I get my Grimoire that you're about to be sorry when I wipe the floor with you!” he said as Yuno smiled at that. 

“I highly doubt it.” said Yuno as they continued to eat the pop potatoes, with Father Orsi kept saying how little they were when he first held them, much to their dismay as they rolled their eyes once he continued. They were surprised that he wasn't dehydrated from all of that crying. 

After a few minutes the church continued to eat the driest food known to mankind, they were finished eating as Asta then picked up all of the plates and continued to clean all of them, while yelling the entire time as they all sweatdropped when they could hear him. 

After the dishes were clean, but wet, Yuno walked up to them and used his Wind Magic to make them dry out quicker than usual, which did work, so the young black haired man picked them up and placed them in the cabinet since Asta is too short, as he was only a head taller than Nash. 

“I envy your height with every inch of my body.” said Asta as Yuno didn’t even look at him as he walked outside. 

“That’s not a lot of inches.” Yuno said with a small shit eating grin as he walked out of the church with Asta having tic marks all over his head. 

“OH I CAN’T WAIT TO GET MY GRIMOIRE SO YOU COULD FINALLY SEE WHO WILL BE THE WIZARD KING!” yelled Asta as he ran out of the church so he could do his push ups and sit ups while screaming really loudly. 

This went on for 2 hours, with Asta training his body to the absolute Peak that he could make with it if he can’t use any of his magic, with Yuno training both of his Wind and Star Magic at a couple of trees with him slashing them up with the wind or creating them as a form of an incomplete spear as he could only create 2 stars at the time. 

As when they were done with training before the ceremony, both of them were at the church walking with Father Orsi, Sister Lily and their foster siblings as they began to walk at the Grimoire Tower. 

It was a short and calming 15 minutes of them walking towards the Grimoire Tower if you don’t count Asta trying to run as fast as humanly possible to catch up, which was a massive building in the shape of cylinder with a wooden door as the walls were made out of pure stone that no simple Earth or Fire Magic could even dent it. 

They also saw many villagers that were the same age as Asta and Yuno from Hage Village or from neighbouring villages, with even some nobles that were living in the village who can’t wait to be the stars of this year’s Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony as they do have the most amount of mana from this lot. 

Once they were close to the Grimoire Tower they then realized how big it was as it towered over many trees, but they didn’t pay attention to that, as they then entered the Grimoire Tower and they were shocked at what they saw. 

It looked like the biggest library known to mankind as there were rows that were as longs as some houses filled with nothing, but with Grimoires for a possible new mage of the Clover Kingdom, having many Magic Attributes such as Wind, Glass, Earth, Fire, Water, Ice, Rock and more and it was just amazing to see. 

It was not just that, but all of them were all varying of shapes and sizes as some were bigger than others, both in size and the number of pages, with even some being more longer as all of the Grimoires have different colours, such as a red cover, blue, light pink, purple, dark brown covers and that was just the start of it! 

Those weren’t just for them, there were also for everyone in all of the close mages as whenever there is a new baby born in the Clover Kingdom, a new Grimoire is made in the Grimoire Tower. 

Not to mention, those weren’t the only ones that were plenty in the Grimoire tower, but rather, there were several of potential new mages from all of the visiting villages, both commoners and nobles, so they can’t wait to get their own Grimoires. 

“WOAH! This place is huge! And everything is filled with Grimoires?! THAT IS SOOOO COOL!” Asta yelled at the top of his lungs as he admired the tower as Yuno nodded along of his foster brother. 

Two Nobles looked around and noticed the two foster brothers and began laughing at the mere idea of them being Magic Knights as Yuno didn’t pay attention to them and Asta was just ready to get his Grimoire. 

Father Orsi, Sister Lily and the other foster children began to walk at the corner of the Grimoire Tower as they will wait for those two to get their Grimoires. 

As then an old wizard coughed into his hand as he then used a Magic Item that allowed him to talk so everyone in that area could hear them, he wore a massive white beard, a red hat and a red robe. 

“Welcome! To everyone here for this special day! As of today, all of you will have a Grimoire in the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony!” the old man said as he was floating on his Grimoire thanks to his Wind Magic, “As of today all of you will take a new step in a new path of being a mage, rather if you are a noble or a commoner, I believe that all of you will do great things.” 

The mage then stepped forward on an altar of some sorts as he began saying, “For those that don’t know me, I am the master of this Grimoire Tower as are different mages in the Clover Kingdom. Now, never, not once, has there ever been a Magic Knight that came out of the villages, much less the Wizard King, so I do pray that at least one of you will have what it takes to become the most powerful mage in the Clover Kingdom. SERIOUSLY, I MEAN IT!” 

The entire Tower was quiet when he said that in pure shock, or like Father Orsi and Sister Lily sighed as this wasn’t the first time he did it. 

The Master of the Grimoire Tower (A/N: Seriously, does he have a name?) coughed into his hand, “Sorry about that. Anyway, it is time… to accept… your Grimoire.” he said as then all of the Grimoire, all except for one, began floating around the Grimoire Tower, finding their respective mage. 

They all floated, glowing in their respective colours for the Magic Attributes, as it all began floating until the new mages raised their hands so their Grimoires could accept them as they all went towards them. 

“Finally, my very own Grimoire!” said one girl. 

“Hey, check it dude, my Grimoire is longer than your Grimoire!” said one of the mages as his friend showed his Grimoire. 

“Yeah, maybe, but mine is thicker.” said the other new mage. 

“Yes, my one way ticket away from this dump!”

“I can finally continue my families’ legacy of farmers!” 

“Seriously? This is my Grimoire?” asked one of the nobles as his book was thinner than the others as his friend had a very tiny one. 

One of the new mages began flipping the pages as she saw that it was mostly blank, except for one page with an actual spell, “It may be empty, but I bet over time, this thing will be filled with Spells!” she yelled. 

The Master Of The Grimoire Tower then looked at the two mages that said that they will go at the Magic Knight Selection Exam as he nodded, “Yes, yes. I do have high expectations for all of you.” he said as he then heard someone with their arms raised. 

“Hey, uhm, question?” he looked at Asta as did everyone else that wasn’t Yuno, “Is my Grimoire running late or something?” 

It was silent as the Master Of The Grimoire looked around for the Grimoire as he genuinely didn’t know where his Grimoire was at this point at time, “Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh… Try next year?” he said. 

Again, silence. 

“WHAT?!” yelled Asta as almost everyone around him looked at him at pure shock as then they… all began laughing at the boy. Almost everyone laughed at the amazing joke that was this moment, a boy with no Grimoire, that was a great joke to behold. 

They couldn’t contain themselves as they howled in laughter as they began saying things like:

“Can you believe that?! A loser with no Grimoire?!”

“What a joke!”

“That is the funniest thing!”

“That is kind of awesome… in a sick and hilarious way!”

“Oh poor guy has no Grimoire, how about I shed some crocodile tears!?”

“Loser!”

He gritted his teeth when hearing that as his foster siblings looked at him with pity as they hated him seeing like this, with Sister Lily covering her mouth as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing about him and Father Orsi gripping his hands into a ball, hating seeing that for Asta. 

However, one didn’t react as everything stopped when they saw something special, a new glow, as one Grimoire floated beside him with a powerful glow as at first it was green, but then it began to glow even harder than before making everyone that wasn’t Yuno cover their eyes from the bright light. 

As then everyone looked in awe as they saw a brand new Grimoire, the most powerful Grimoire that they have ever saw, as at the front it was a green cover with winds going around at the edges of the Grimoire with a clover, but at the front it was sky blue as there were what looked like stars on them as the edges had something that looked like a spade, which no one was sure what that meant as on the side the colours have been mixing up with a green and a blue altogether. 

But the most important detail? It was on the front, it was not the regular 3 Leaf Grimoire, but a 4 Leaf Grimoire. A man at the back smiled when he saw that as he walked out of the Grimoire Tower. 

You see, a regular 3 Leaf is the standard as even powerful mages like the Captains of the Magic Knight Squads, like Nozel Silva or Fuegoleon Vermillion, had them, but a 4 Leaf is the rarest Grimoire that anyone could ever have. It was rumoured that someone like the first Wizard King was one of the only people to ever wield the 4 Leaf Grimoire, and if it was true, then Yuno had almost the power to become the Wizard King soon. 

The 4 Leafs of a Clover represent something. The first one represents Faith, the other Hope, the third one Love and the last one represents Good Luck. 

Father Orsi and Sister Lily were at shock to see Yuno having the 4 Leaf Grimoire, the foster siblings saw it with wide eyes at awe and Asta saw the Grimoire that was on the side of Yuno with shock in his eyes. 

How was that even possible? It…was not possible to get that powerful Grimoire and it was just shocking to see that, but… how? 

Yuno stared at his Grimoire as it felt like it wasn’t his fully, like a different spirit’s Grimoire, but the other part of it was like it was his, but he couldn’t explain it as he grabbed his Grimoire. 

Everyone else looked at him in shock. 

“No way. A Four Leaf Grimoire?!”

“That’s amazing!” 

“Wait, isn’t this the same kid that was rumoured to have 2 Magic Attributes as well?!” 

“Wait what?! How lucky is this kid?!”

“How impressive.” 

Yuno stared at his Grimoire, with this, he can put his Wind and Star Magic both to good use with his now 4 Leaf Grimoire as it will be a long road away from him, but one day he will become it, the person that will protect everyone he cares and loves for. 

“I… will become the Wizard King!” yelled Yuno as everyone stared at him as Asta dropped his arms in shock. They all looked at him like crazy as then…. all of them began clapping their hands when they heard that.

“AMAZING!” almost everyone yelled except for the two nobles. 

Father Orsi cried tears when he said as he yelled out, “Yuno is Hage Village’s Hope!” he yelled out as Sister Lily covered her mouth in shock.  

As everyone were clapping and cheering for Yuno, Asta then began to rise up from his feet, “Yuno… just you wait, one day I will catch up with you, you got that?” he said as he looked at his rival, “One day I will catch up with you, because Yuno… you are my RIVAL!” 

Everyone were quiet as then… they all began laughing at him. 

“His rival?!”

“Man is he hilarious or what?!” 

“Says the man that didn’t even get a Grimoire!”

“YEAH! RIGHT!”

Yuno was silent as he then… walked from Asta as his foster brother’s eyes widened when he heard that and all he said was “No.” Asta then dropped his arms again. He Gritted his teeth. 

Asta then began to run away from the Grimoire Tower as did everyone else walk out from the Grimoire Tower as did Yuno’s foster family also walk off. Sister Lily wanted to ask if Yuno would like to walk with them, but Yuno wanted to walk home alone, so he could think about his new Grimoire, which they understood as they began to walk off. 

As soon as he did walk off from the Grimoire Tower, he was abused by those two nobles that were talking down to Yuno and Asta, as Yuno looked at them unimpressed. 

“Hey, why are we here, exactly?” asked the brown haired noble as the blonde haired one looked at him.

“So he could pay.” he said as Yuno looked at him unimpressed. 

“Wait, what, what do you mean?” he asked his friend as the blonde haired noble looked at Yuno. 

“Because you think, you can just walk in there and get the 4 Leaf Grimoire all on your without a single glance to us and thinking you are the star of the show?!” yelled the blonde haired boy. 

“Well, if I am honest, I wasn’t expect-”

“Shut it!” the blonde haired boy cut Yuno off as he opened his red coloured Grimoire, “I am going to burn that Grimoire away for taking away my spotlight!” he yelled as the pages were beginning to open.

“Woah, man, are you sure you aren’t going to far?!” yelled the brown haired boy as his friend smirked. 

“Oh no, this is only the start of it! Fire Creation Magic: Flamethrower!” yelled the boy as then from the palm of his hands appeared a massive amount of fire as it would be enough to burn away a house, but Yuno wasn’t afraid of it. 

Instead he opened his Grimoire and yelled, “Wind Creation Magic: Towering Tornado!” Yuno yelled as then a tornado appeared right where the fire appeared as the fire disappeared in a quick and easy attack.

“What the- Bruno! Use your Magic, right now!” yelled the blonde haired boy as Bruno looked at him.

“Are you sure, Mark?!” yelled Bruno as Mark nodded. 

“Of course I am, just do it!” he yelled as Bruno opened his light blue coloured Grimoire. 

“Alright, alright! Ice Creation Magic: Ice Ball!” he yelled as then a massive ball of ice appeared from his hands as it was the size of Yuno and as far as they know, it would be impossible for simple wind to stop i-

“Star Creation Magic: Median Scutum!” yelled Yuno as then two stars, one green and one blue, appeared around him as they created a barrier between each other as the barrier was half green and half blue as when the massive ball of ice landed on it, it instantly broke on contact. 

“What the hell?!” yelled Bruno as Mark’s eyes widened. 

“No way, so the rumours are true!” yelled Mark as he looked at Yuno as it looked like he didn’t even try facing them. “You have 2 Magic Attributes?!” he yelled as Yuno looked at him, unimpressed. 

“That’s right. I have 2 Magic Attributes, and before you say anything about it, no, it was all natural, when I was born.” he said as he narrowed his eyes. 

“Bu-But how?! Even the Wizard King has 1 Attribute, but you have 2?! How is that even possible?!” yelled Mark as Yuno stared at them with confused looks. 

“I… don’t know myself if I am being honest, even I don't understand how that is possible. Maybe a genetic mutation of some sorts, but that is all that I could think off.” he said as he looked at the ground, this couldn’t be natural, could it?

There has to be an outside source to it, but that wasn’t possible. 

He then looked back at the two, “So, will you two finally leave me alone, or-” but before Yuno could even finish his sentence, chains appeared from the walls and ground that surrounded all three of them as they were all chained up. 

Both Bruno and Mark were chained up to the wall as their entire body were chained to them as there were chains that wrapped around their entire body outside of their torso, as Yuno was chained while standing up with his Grimoire being chained up so he doesn’t use any of his new Wind or Star Magic. 

“My, oh my, look at what we have here.” the man began to walk towards Yuno and his Grimoire, “A 4 Leaf Grimoire, my that is so rare, isn’t it? Wouldn’t that be a one of a kind ever since the first Wizard King? Well I guess that would be so valuable.” 

He was a young man with long flowing black hair, with a burn scar around his left eye as his eyes were blue, as he wore a red robe, a black shirt and black pants as chains were all around him. 

Yuno stared at him with wide eyes, “Who the hell are you?” he asked as the man laughed. 

“Who? Me? Well, I guess that makes sense since you are from this shitty village, you probably never heard of me, well allow me to introduce myself, I am Revchi Salik,” Revchi said as Yuno’s eyes narrowed at the man, “A former member of the Purple Orca because they all kicked me out for me being… money hungry, but it is strange to me for that, you know?” 

Yuno’s eyes widened when he heard that he was a former Magic Knight, “I mean, why else would anyone be a Magic Knight? To save someone? To protect them? To feel good for themselves?! Don’t make me laugh!” Revchi yelled as he began to laugh at the mere idea of what Yuno thought. He then felt Yuno, Bruno and Mark trying to get out of the chains. 

“Oh please don’t even try to move, my Magic Binding Iron Chain Formation makes sure that my targets do go anywhere so your escape is impossible with my chains, not to mention not one of you can use any magic at all.” he said as all three of them stopped from trying to move away from this man’s Chain Magic. 

“Now, about that Grimoire of yours.” he said as one of his chains then appeared and grabbed Yuno’s new Grimoire as he then took the Grimoire into his hands, “My oh my, so it truly was a 4 Leaf Grimoire, you really are a fine specimen.” he said as Yuno gritted his teeth. 

“Are you an idiot?” asked Yuno as Revchi turned to him in confusion, “Don’t you know that you can’t use someone else’s Grimoire? Only the ones that correspond to the user can use them!” he yelled as Revchi laughed at his face. 

“Oh please, don’t give me that! I know that, but here is the thing, I know a good Black Market that would just love your Grimoire! I am going to make the biggest fortune with this one small thing from a worthless specimen.” he said as Yuno gritted his teeth. “Oh and don’t worry, I know that you were chosen by the 4 Leaf, but you haven’t even used it to your full capability! So that’s why I am not even the tiniest bit scared of facing you.” 

Yuno gritted his teeth, “Oh yeah? You think your chains will stop me?” Wind appeared all around Yuno as they were growing into a typhoon as two stars appeared around him, one pink and the other brown, “You couldn’t be more wron-” Chains appeared around Yuno’s neck as then one chain went towards him, but stopped right next to his neck as Bruno and Mark were shocked to see it. 

“Oh ho ho! Are you a moron? Do you think I wouldn’t expect that? You were the one to be rumoured to create Stars without any additional help from a Grimoire, so you think I wouldn’t think far ahead?” Revchi laughed at the idiocy from Yuno, “Man, and you thought you were going to be the Wizard King?! I would rather trust a damn rat than you as the Wizard King!” he began to laugh as he began to approach Yuno as he was silent as the Wind disappeared and the Stars as well. 

“Oh god, your ears are disgustingly large? What do you want, an achievement for the largest ears? HAH, don’t make me laugh!” Revchi laughed as Yuno looked down as best as he could. It’s always the same with his ears. 

He didn’t understand what people cared about them  or why he even had them. 

Revchi then looked down to see Yuno’s amulet, the same one that he has been keeping close ever since he was a little child and grinned ear to ear, “My, that amulet looks so expensive doesn’t it?” Yuno’s eyes widened when he heard that. No, anything but that. 

“You bastard… you wouldn’t.” he said as Revchi looked at him. 

“Oh I will and there is no one that would stop me!” he yelled as Yuno then heard a familiar voice. 

It was Asta as he then jumped from a higher platform “HHHOOOOOLLLLDDDDD IIIIIITTTTT!” he yelled as he saw from the place where he jumped Yuno being chained up and Revchi looking at him. He narrowed his eyes as he th-

He slammed himself on the wall as he was now dragged down from the wall. 

Yuno, Bruno and Mark all sweatdropped, “Great. Our hero has arrived. Yippe.” they all thought in unison. 

“What the hell?” asked Revchi. 

Asta then stood up as he then pointed at Revchi as he was holding Yuno’s Grimoire. “Hey! You there! Give that Grimoire back to Yuno because that isn’t yours!” he yelled as Revchi looked at him and began to laugh. 

“Oh, well if it isn’t the little brat that didn’t get a Grimoire! I gotta admit, you made a very funny scene that I haven’t seen in a quite a while!” he yelled as Asta gritted his teeth. 

“That’s right. Maybe I didn’t get a Grimoire, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that you are stealing from Yuno, so give that back right now!” Asta yelled as Yuno looked at his foster brother, “Grimoires are supposed to be used by their master’s! Not by other people! They are the soul of a mage, so you better give that Grimoire back!” 

Revchi snickered as he then brought up his purple coloured Grimoire, “You are funny kid. You actually think that little speech will change my heart? Well, how about I show you my gratitude!” The Grimoire opened itself as the pages began flipping itself. 

Yuno’s eyes widened when he saw what was going to happen, “Asta, run! You don’t have to get in between this!” he yelled as Asta’s eyes narrowed. 

“And let him take your stuff?! Not a chance!” he began charging at him as Revchi yelled out his new Spell. 

“Chain Creation Magic: Dance Of The Pitless Viper!” he yelled as then around him appeared chains with a pointy tip on each and every one of them as they began charging towards Asta. 

Asta continued to run as he dodged the closest one to him as it merely scratched him, as he rolled over for the next three as when he was at Revchi’s left, the former Purple Orca turned to him as chains tried to kill him, but he ducked over them, but Revchi dodged an undercut kick with a small jump. 

Asta then dodged the next two from his right as while it did scratch his shirt, it didn’t really harm him, so he was still up and kicking as when 4 more chains appeared, he actually had the idea to use one of them as a base to jump over them so he could have a counter attack, which he actually did. 

When he was at the back of the former Purple Orca he tried to land a punch at the bastard for stealing his foster brother’s Grimoire, but he was stopped when he felt chains around him as then he felt Revchi grinning. “You fool! You fell right into my trap!” he yelled as Asta's eyes widened when he saw chains all around him. 

Yuno’s eyes widened as he was forced to see the man trying to kill his foster brother as all of the chains attacked him, making the poor boy bleed in almost every direction. 

Asta was left at the wall, almost unconscious as he was shocked at the sheer power of someone outside of Hage. Even with no Grimoire and building his body to the absolute peak, he was no match.  He looked at him as Revchi approached him. 

“You poor little loser,” he said as he looked at him, “You should just give up and let the pain get to you, you know it isn’t healthy for you to be like this you know? But you are a commoner, with almost no skill whatsoever!” 

“I will not give up! I will be the Wizard King, one day.” he said as he looked at him as Revchi looked at him and laughed. 

“You? YOU?! DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH!” he yelled as he slammed his foot, his ankles right at Asta’s shoulder as he yelled in pain, “You want to hear a secret? My chains can tell someone’s Magic by just touching them. You see those two idiots?” he pointed at Bruno and Mark, “They have a pretty decent amount. Your ‘rival’,” he said as if that was a joke. 

“He… he has a disgusting amount of mana. More than anyone here combined! I can see him manage impressive things if I don’t sell his Grimoire that is,” he said as he then grinned as he pointed at Asta, “But you? Bah! Don’t make me laugh! YOU HAVE NO MANA!” 

Asta and Yuno’s eyes widened when they heard that, “You heard that?! No mana! Not even a drop of mana, I could feel! You know that is impressive. Not once has there ever been a human with no mana, but here you are, being a waste of oxygen!” He began to laugh at him for having no mana whatsoever.

Asta then thought to himself as everything went numb to him and it was white noise. He couldn’t believe it. No magic. In a world where magic is everything, that… was a horrible feeling to have, feeling like you are nothing but a body that could easily be sacrificed. 

He realized one thing that was important. That no matter how much he trains his body, it doesn’t matter if it is at the Peak of mankind, it wouldn’t matter as nothing he could do would even affect anything or even use magic. 

“Look at yourself! You are the most pitiful person I have ever met! Forget being a Wizard King, or even something simple as a Magic Knight, you would be lucky to even get a job! Unlike this guy,” Revchi pointed at Yuno as Asta layed there, not moving a muscle, “You are nothing, and can’t do shit!” 

Asta stood there, thinking how right he was. He was nothing while Yuno was the luckiest man that could ever live. He has 2 powerful Magic Attributes, and was chosen by the 4 Leaf Grimoire, while he was nothing. 

“I bet your friend over there must be laughing at you. He may be stoic, but I can tell that he is kicking his knees over the joke that you are! ADMIT IT! YOU ARE BORN AS A LOSER!” he yelled as Asta thought he was right. 

He was born a loser. Nothing but a magicless brat that should take a hint already and that he should just give up. Well, maybe they were right. He should give u-

“HEY! Who are you calling a loser?!” yelled Yuno as Revchi looked at him with a confused expression. “It may be true that he doesn’t have any magic and he will never become the Wizard King.” Revchi laughed as he thought that he wouldn't become the Wizard King, but he wasn’t done, “Because I will become the Wizard King!”

“You?! You might have something special, but tell me how will you act without your Grimoire, you idiot?” he asked as Yuno looked to the ground. 

“I don’t know, but what I do know, is that no matter what, no matter what happens to me or anyone else, that I will never give up!” he yelled as Asta thought that it was nice to hear that, but, how did that change things? “And what you said to Asta is wrong! Sure he may be loud, annoying and impatient, but he will always be something that no one would ever be to me, and that, is that he is my RIVAL!” he yelled as Asta’s eyes widened when he heard that. 

Did he just heard that? So.. he finally said it himself, eh?

“Really now? This is the man that you would call your rival?” Revchi asked as he began to stomp on Asta’s shoulder, “The only man that can’t use any magic?! Man, you really are-” he was stopped as he could feel Asta hold his foot as he turned to him. “What the hell?” 

“Not yet, I am not giving up.” he said, as Asta’s voice began to sound more and more devilish, Revchi began walking backwards, “I am never giving up. Sorry that you have to see me like this Yuno, but trust me. Give me a second! THAT’S ALL THAT I NEED!”  he yelled at the top of his lungs as they all felt it. 

Yuno, Revchi, Asta, Bruno and Mark all felt it. The atmosphere turned blue as it felt cold and malicious as they then saw from the wall come out an ancient looking book that was covered in dust that it was almost impossible to see, it looked like a Grimoire, but there is this massive difference that no one could spot since it was so dirty. 

It was a 5 Leaf Grimoire. That couldn’t be real, could it? Well, according to some rumours that were spread out for centuries, there was only 1 explanation for those types of Grimoires. 

The 3 Leafs of the Clover represent Faith, Hope and Love. The rare 4 Leaf represents Good Luck, while the 5 Leaf? Well there resides… the devil. 

Around Asta there was a brief looking demon with large claws, wings and a spiky back that was on the walls as a shadow as Revchi’s Chains began to disappear as Yuno smirked, “Of course. Like you wouldn’t be chosen.” he said as he was proud of his fost- no, his rival. 

Revchi wondered was this his magic? Some kind of… Anti Magic?! How was that even possible?! 

As then from the Grimoire appeared a massive sword that looked dirty of all concepts, but the sword was bigger than Asta as it was as wide as the magicless boy as the sword’s colour was gray as the handle was dark black. The edges were quite dull to say the least, but it was still usable. It was the Demon-Slayer Sword. 

“But… but how?! You don’t have any magic!? How did you get that Sword and that Grimoire?!” Revchi yelled at the top of his lungs as Asta then gripped the handle with all of his strength, “What kind of freak of nature are you?!” 

“I am a boy with no magic, and I don’t care if I don’t have any magic power! I will make sure that I will be the Wizard King!” yelled Asta as Revchi yelled. 

“Oh you won’t be! Chain Creation Magic: Chain Strike!” yelled Revchi as then around him appeared chains that were thinner, but there were a multitude of them as they all went charged straight towards Asta, but Asta raised his sword and slashed them as they all disappeared into nothing. 

Revchi’s eyes widened as Yuno smirked at him. He knew that Asta can make the impossible into the possible. 

Asta then charged towards him as he pulled his sword backwards for a powerful slash as he began to yell, “I TOLD YOU! I WILL BECOME THE WIZARD KING! BECAUSE MY MAGIC IS NEVER GIVING UP!” he yelled to the heavens as he hit Revchi as the sword became dull because it wasn’t magic as Revchi was flown straight to the wall, creating a massive creator on the wall. 

Revchi was now unconscious as then the chains around Yuno, Bruno and Mark all disappeared. Both Bruno and Mark began running away as Yuno stared at his foster brother, best friend, his rival with a smirk. 

Asta then took his new sword and placed it in his Grimoire, “I figured, if I can’t use magic, I can use my strength.” he said with a smirk as the sword was sucked into his Grimoire. 

“Asta.” Asta then turned around to see Yuno as he had his 4 Leaf Grimoire in his hands. He grinned as he took his Grimoire. 

“Hey, check it out, Yuno! I have my very own Grimoire!” he yelled with pure happiness in his voice, “Sure it may be dirty, but hey, I will treasure it with all of my heart!” he said as he began to rub the Grimoire around his face as Yuno stared at his brother with a smirk. 

Yuno then began to walk off, “You saved me once more.” Asta then looked at Yuno who was walking to the sunset, “Believe me, Asta. I will pay you for saving me, and we made a promise one night… didn’t we?” he asked as Asta looked at him with shock. 

That night? He smirked. It was that day when saved Yuno’s amulet from a drunk man, how could he forget. 

“Well yeah, but the way you were acting, I thought that you forgot.” he said as he walked towards him. 

Yuno smirked, “Like I would ever be friendly with my rival.” he said as Asta smirked as well. “You showed me that even us can make something out of this world.” he said as Asta smiled at him. 

“Yeah, and today… it will be a new start for us, right?” he asked as his rival nodded. 

“That’s right, and Asta…” he turned to him as Asta did as well. 

“Yuno…”

Both of them smirked as they both fist bumped each other. 

“We will fight to see who becomes the Wizard King!” 

Author Notes: 

Finally done with this chapter! And I am glad how it turned out! 8.8K Words for a second chapter is pretty darn impressive and I wonder… how did yall like it? I did, and I can’t wait to write the next Chapter since it does contain a character that was introduced like 50 episodes after Episode 2 as he will be important for both of these guys. 

I decided to change up some things for this chapter like the dialouge, but I hoped I made a good job of it. The colour of Yuno’s Grimoire was based on the coloured manga and his Spade Grimoire was Blue, so half blue and green works! If it is changed in the anime, oh well. 

I really liked writing this chapter and rewatching the first 2 episodes and I can’t wait to continue writing characters that I love, but you have to wait. I have to update my VRAINS story and then my GX story so you have to wait, I am afraid. I do take requests for this story by the way as I can’t wait to have more interesting ideas, especially for the story. I wrote the intro because I thought it was good and there are somethings that I added along a short bit. 

I think that is about it, so see ya’!

Made Up Spells:

Fire Creation Magic: Flamethrower- based on a Pokemon move same as Ice Ball. 

Star Creation Magic: Median Scutum - it was named after what you divide in half. 

Chain Creation Magic: Chain Strike - Based on a Yugioh card.

[simpingforthisonedeer]

ok my mom spitting straight up facts

At the end of the Heath episode(epi 9), the golden dawn robe is revealed

Mom: *GASP* Ok, so does Yuno notice these weird happenings in his squad?

Me: *intrigued that she even caught that* no, he doesn’t...🤔Why does he not notice?

Mom: If any of the side characters vanished, I get it. But if your captain keeps vanishing and it coincides with these incidents, and these coincidences keep piling up, wouldn’t you be curious?

Me: YEAH--

Mom: So wouldn’t it be intriguing to keep Yuno’s relevancy as the deuteragonist by having him investigate these coincidences but if the author wanted to drag it on they could just place obstacles so that things escalate with this secret organization while Yuno’s frustration mounts and give him some spicy character development.

Me: YEAH THATS WHAT IM WRITING IN MY FIC SJKHDSKLAJ

Mom: You’re writing a fic...?

Me: oh shit...

So like yeah, one, I accidentally told my mom I’m writing a fic, which she does not approve of alsjdkhshf and two, yeah like it would make sense to include an actual basis for Yuno’s development instead of him showing up with a new spell or power up and we have no clue how. 

[floweryfandomnerd]

Black Clover Theory:

Yuno stole all of Asta's magic power at birth as his first act of rivalry

[canyyon]

I wanted to draw Julius getting bullied by an 11 year old and it devolved into an au.

The idea is Marx is missing and without him around Julius can't do his job because castle staff/authorities are not aware their favorite king is a literal child.

The person who kidnapped Marx is aware and made a threat on Julius's life if he stays in the castle. So Julius contacts William and Yami, the three of them coming up with a game plan to ship him off to the middle of nowhere until their squads rescue Marx and the threat is subdued.

Thus Asta and Yuno escort him to Hage Village, dropping him off on Father Orsi's doorstep giving a very abridged version of the situation. That Julius's guardian was kidnapped and there's no one to take care of Julius in Marx's stead.

Thus, Julius gets to live the life of a victorian orphan for just a little bit and see the future of his kingdom <3

Dialouge:

Julius: "Greetings!" Nash: "Stay away from Asta you snot faced loser, he's my older brother not yours, you aren't one of us!" Rekka: "Knock it off Nash." Nash: "REKKA THAT HURT!" Rekka: "Boo-hoo"

Julius: "Uh"

Rekka: "Yuno and Asta asked Father to look after Julius while they find his guardian. Until they do, he's our brother. If I see you bullying him again, you're dead." Julius: "She's scary"

[whackdreamer]

who are your top ten favorite black clover characters and relationships (platonic or romantic)? talk about them!

Heya anon! I’ll go with the top 10 BC relationships. Covering both platonic and romantic. I’ll put these instead of individual characters because you’ll also see which characters I like. You want me to talk about it and you shall receive my babbling.

Platonic

10. Julius with his sons Yami/William

I would joke a lot about how Julius is a dad but I think he really has a wholesome platonic bond with his adoptive kids. Firstly Julius quickly took in Yami, who is an outsider, made an effort on teaching him the language, and gave him some purpose as someone who had to survive living in a foreign land. If Julius didn’t find him, I think Yami would settle living on the coast. He would be known as some weirdo fisherman. Second, for William he also reached out to him and gave him an opportunity to live differently. Julius made and gave William his iconic mask.

Headcanon: People used to look away from William because of his scarred face but now he gains attention because of one flashy gold mask. It took some time for him to get used to being stared at.

9. Dad Yami & Black bulls

Another dad & kids? Yami may be rough but he doesn't give missions the kids can’t handle. He knows just when to step in once something life threatening happens. He cares and wants his rowdy kids to be more responsible. And what I really like with the Black bulls is Asta and how he does errands without question. Asta is the most responsible of the bunch. Yes, he does the cleaning, does the pet feeding, and the toilet paper replacing.

-The seabed temple arc can be summarized as; Dad takes his kids on a field trip, it goes horribly wrong because the bad guys messed with the wrong family.

8. Charlotte & Sol

Even though Charlotte keeps correcting Sol's 'nee-san' she doesn't really get mad. I find it cute. *whispers* Charlotte actually likes being called nee-san🤭.

7. Julius & Marx

I like just how tired Marx is with Julius' antics. It is also amusing how significantly younger Marx is than Julius and yet their roles are reversed. Marx is the responsible adult and Julius the irresponsible kid. But! Marx is 25 and Julius is 42, that’s a 17 years age difference. So you can see how Julius has placed a huge trust to have Marx as his advisor who is basically a ‘kid’ to him. Also their scene after the elf arc is touching.

6. Mereo/Fuego/Leopold

I love the lion siblings. I mean they are so ‘fiery’. Heh, heh… Fire literally runs through their veins and it shows individually and with their sibling moments. Leo leans closer and relates a lot to his big bro Fuego. But Leo respects his older sister a lot although she can be very ruthless with her training. Meanwhile the only thing I would say for Mereo and Fuego is that they are BOILING HOT.

5. Yuno & Asta

I like them as bros. Yuno stopped being a crybaby because of Asta. Also them competing on who donates more money to the church… Good kids you two🤧😭.

Romantic

4. Finral x Finesse

You can do it Finral ! You can overcome your curse! Langris lowkey wants them to be together but Finral has to prove himself worthy first.

3. Grey x Gauche

I like the reveal of Grey wanting to overcome her struggles after meeting Gauche. Though I still can't see them in scenes too romantic. More of inspiring each other to grow and become stronger. These two need a bit more character development, esp. Grey.

2. Yami x Charlotte

I don't ship them heavily but their scenes in the anime are something I find so hilarious. Charlotte's screaming “Yami!” after the elf incident gets me every time.

AND FINALLY FOR

Number 1. Lumiere x Secre

Surprise, surprise! Woe is Whack to love such a sad, sad ship. As someone who loves the Faust tragedy did anyone see this coming? This one takes the cake because I must confess for also having a thing towards Master x Servant dynamics. My talk here is long for being my top 1.

Personal HCs incoming, buckle up!

-Lumire did eventually view and love Secre as a woman rather than as a servant. But he held back on his feelings for her as to not create any issues among the royals. Because remember that Lumiere is already viewed as an oddball and I'm sure Lumiere knows what people think about him.

-This man can sew! And did you see the dress he made for her? It was so cute and also far more revealing than Secre's servant clothes. He wants to see her in a cute dress. You sneaky prince!

-Secre during her days as a servant and assistant did not think of Lumiere as a romantic interest and only respected him as her master (not that Secre would also dare think of his prince as any more than a master). However, it was only when he battled demon Licht did she realize how much she cared for him. When she sees him bleeding after and attempts to save him, Secre admits to herself that; Yeah, she does love him so much that she would use forbidden magic to save the prince.

-Sadly, Secre during the present time is only left to reminisce about the past. The anime showed how she still finds the time to offer flowers where she sealed him. *sobs*

-Secre keeps the dress he made using her magic. As in either would seal it somewhere or preserved via sealing magic. She will treasure it forever.

Honorable mentions:

Nacht x decent sleep schedule

Morgen x being alive

Yami x toilet paper

[thevultur]

men who play god will die like one / self para

( a myth barely remembered, and their names but a whisper. )

This story has always been about a black hole, pay attention. 

potasium nitrate

Launch day is his going to church, solemn and ritualistic and hype-provoking. He lives lives lives for this, despite the underwhelmed look through his half-closed eyelids, despite the smallest of smiles. His wake-up before sunrise. His heart quietly accelerating. His skipped breakfast because there are always hundreds of things that could go wrong, despite his best efforts, his most careful eyes, his need to check that everything is in place, and working, and better than ever in the history of the Games. 

The pit in his stomach, a black hole with no end. There is no point in taming it, no point to food. No matter what, it’d always be this pit, for this day, even now that it is routine to count down from thirty every six months. He knows all of the numbers by heart, and he still fears his tongue trips somewhere between fifteen and fourteen. He’s afraid he’ll do the silences wrong.

Lysander Vultur has it written down in every calendar that this is a big day. He wakes up before the alarm. He brushes his teeth with anxious vigor, he takes a shower, sometimes two; the air is unbreathable. Today is a day to hate walls, to choke on pressure, to glare at cameras. He changes three shirts until making up his mind. It is decided: today he welcomes death in black.

The prelude to the Games is a countdown of its own. 7:00 am (five hours), and he is in the Tower, looking over others’ shoulders, insisting that they run another simulation before showtime. They do. Clockwork. Still anxiety, anxiety, anxiety. Lysander rubs his sweating palms against his pants before leaning over a keyboard and making a couple of last minute retouches. There is no fighting perfectionism. Perfectionism always wins.

The Gamemaker team is mostly here for the buzzing that comes before the launch. Everybody has heart palpitations one way or another. Lysander activates his headpiece for communication with all. There is somewhere else he needs to be soon. He isn’t one to shout speeches, to motivate from voice pomposity and stamina. And there he is, in the open space of the quarters, muttering facts with hidden enthusiasm and a lowered, gentle tone. “We’re good. It’s going to hold.” He nods his head like a murmur. It was going to hold all along, but the noise in his heart is stiller now that they tried once again.

“I’ll count live from the press conference. We want to give it a normalized perspective on the Games. I’ll be here, though, after 2:00 pm. Just hold gravity levels steady, and be ready for Gamemaker event one to drop early if they kill too many in the bloodbath. Yes? I will be in touch with you right after I finish there.”

There it is, the smallest of smiles. It means the world and no one knows it. “Chin up, we’re writing history today.” The flag he’s holding up is victorious. This is big. 

sulfur 

All day is marked by anxiety. 10:00 am (two hours) and in the car, he dials for Clover, and for the kids. It’s always during launch day, as if to confess his sins. As if needing to justify himself in front of the three people that have always mattered. These days it’s lighter. Clover usually picks up after three rings, she laughs, she comments on his last television appearance by picking on his tie. She could have picked his every tie, every day (but he doesn’t say that, ever). They still don’t discuss the Games. It’s what he keeps picking everyday. 

Gwendolyn sort of talks. Lysander mostly listens and corrects pronunciation. It’s common knowledge he’s obnoxious. Haydn asks too many questions. Lysander’s answers are always patient. It’s a waltz of lukewarm. 

They’re good, the three of them, back in District Three. They’re good, the four of them, mostly holding out their hearts in their palms from a vertiginous distance. Lysander feels like a ghost lingering in the middle of their happiness. He can’t help it: as soon as he gets a moment, he rings. And he’s too clever to be intrusive, or long, or careless, but it still feels like some sort of haunting.

Today they don’t pick up. The beep that invites Lysander to speak reeks of rejection. He ignores the pit in his stomach getting wider and wider. The black hole again sucks the air. It’s not there if he doesn’t say anything about it. He feels like a ghost, cast away by good luck charms and sunlight. He doesn’t object.

“Hey, girls... Haydn. It sounds like you guys are busy today. Have the best day, for me. And maybe call me once you have a moment.”

He doesn’t say ‘I love you’. So often he feels ‘I love you’ that it goes without saying forever. He doesn’t say anything about the sinking feeling, nothing about the heavy chest. More so, he doesn’t even think about missing them, about how fucked everything turned out and how his life is now an empty, unsupervised arena, silences endless and solitude for punishment. Fitting. He couldn’t have come up with a colder hell.

He used to relish in his space, in his solitude. Life alone, today, resembles incarceration. He feigns having a marvelous time ignoring every drop of feeling. Sometimes it all goes according to the plan. Sometimes is not today.

Cut. Something sneaks up on him. Something breaks. Something moves within him, with a chalk taste. Nothing makes sense -- not the two inches Gwendolyn grew since last spring, not waking up without Clover, not whole months blurring together. He digs his fingers into the leather of the backseat, where he’s sat alone.  Alone, he tries to make no moves. The ghost of emotion is sniffing him, so maybe if he holds his breath--. 

Feelings, evil, usually overlook him. He keeps his quiet, waits for their retreat. Usually, the wait cures it all. Today his foot slips. Today, the sorrow he doesn’t allow out thickens into heavy breathing. It blends with anxiety, with the black hole. It sucks him into a vortex his mind doesn’t have control of. Lysander covers his face in his palms. A deep breath later, he counts down from thirty in his head. There is much to do today and nothing he can do about this. This doesn’t exist today. When he lifts up his eyes from the comfort of his own skin, the reds around his eyes imitate exhaustion, if anything. He takes a tissue out of his backpack, placed next to him.

Before he can tell, his fingers draft up a message to Surya, a necessary explanation before the launch, without it being a warning, a giveaway. He doesn’t mean it particularly, but he knows it’ll erase the chance of any sort of drama, not that Surya is dramatic. She’s perfectly reasonable -- it’s what he likes best about her these days. It’s a little bold, but reads as a joke, a little tongue-in-cheek. It doesn’t fucking matter. And they are at that level.

Lysander: Take it as a love declaration if you want.

Sent, 11:13 am (less than an hour). He turns off his phone for the press conference.

charcoal 

The air never quite cleared in the 111th Hunger Games arena. The false version of District Thirteen arises, still open to tourists, still very much loved, courtesy of Jeanine Twill. Lysander always looks out of place, but here he’s an alien. The flashes capture his hesitant image, the press chases after him and his small team of Gamemakers and advisors. 

A Hunger Games historian begins. Lysander watches without active interest. This is made to befriend District Thirteen and the Hunger Games. This is a valuable demonstration of the Games’ culture. When invited on the podium, Lysander speaks about the building of it, about all the research that was put into the place they are looking at right now. He clears his throat often, but his words flow naturally. He speaks the Games with lukewarm pragmatism and clever but sincere phrasings. 

"It is no secret that Panem is held together by an unrelenting system. I am not put here to discuss politics, but--,” he made a practical pause to bring attention to his argument. “As we welcome you into Panem, it is expected that you contribute what instates order, to what, in a controlled setting, harshly reminds us of uncontrolled rebellious bloodshed. So that it does not repeat, so that we do not all collectively lose much, much more. The tribute to pay -- to lose -- is significant and painful, precisely because the price for systemic peace is inestimably valuable.”

It’s rehearsed, but it’s belief. Lysander has always had patient ways of explaining how it worked from where he was standing. “As stated before, this is a one hundred and twenty-two year old societal mechanism, and a difficult concept to swallow nonetheless, when loss and violence are additional factors. It took us over a century to make peace with it, to find balance in it, and, as you become citizens of Panem, you will understand the stakes of this great sacrifice to security and harmony.”

“We have a vast team of interdistrict Gamemakers, working on the biannual arenas, extensive spaces functioning on hyperrealistic virtuality and the highest Capitol technologies. That being said, this month, we celebrate a most grateful year of collaboration with Gamemaker Pluto Dosimetre, resident of District Thirteen. Your contribution to the system is already valuable, as you can see, and as you will further on learn from your fellow citizen.”

“For the time being, as Head Gamemaker of the Hunger Games, I thank you for cooperation, loyalty and openness. It’s not simple, nor easy, but it is a necessity.” He doesn’t say that otherwise they would be eating each other alive. Without this mathematical hunger, without the ghostly pressure of sacrificing generation after generation of youths, at this point they would all turn into savages, never too stuffed with revenge.

He subtly checks his watch for 11:49am (eleven minutes). 

This is what we are listening to now. Silence sinks in for a moment before something else happens. Something else blasts. 'Boom’, comes the thundering shout. Lysander Vultur knows exactly how a bomb sounds like.

A loud noise, followed by a chorus of moans, none of which his. And oh, the smell, stinging, making all living nostrils bleed. There is smoke covering the exposed flesh. Something clicks. Something parts. Something drops into the black hole. There is black air everywhere, almong the shattered cameras. A piece of solid marble butterflies a woman’s torso in half, just a few feet from Lysander. Her eyes are immortalized wide open, and vividly empty. It comes from the one-person podium he had just spoken from. He doesn’t know the skin on his face is melting. He cannot feel his hands. He doesn’t linger on sight, on touch, on movement, on noise. The eyes cannot stay open. He goes into his brain, this small panic room that’s an expert on disaster.

The mind knows it’s dead first. Of fucking course, it’s trained to smell it. Lysander breathes into the gunpowder like fresh air. There is something about death that rhymes with coming home. It’s been coming all along. And he? He has been waiting for it in mild silences, and with just that one inadmissible dash of hope -- that discussing it with nonchalance kept death away. His flesh peels away from his bones here and there, his spine stay put, the metal taste floods his mouth. Everything hurts, but everything hurts all of the time. It’s not new, it’s not special, it’s not a surprise. He takes pain like he takes guilt, and he imagines worse has happened to many before him. He takes pain like justice. He doesn’t cry, his lips don’t and can’t move. The pit in his chest is all filled with heavy death, finally.

He had watched so many children close their eyes and boom away and now it’s him, finally. If the cameras are still working, fitting. He doesn’t think of the outside. He doesn’t think about politics, about his mother’s devastated pout. The pain strangles him now, and he does think about Clover. Oh, Clover, not now. It cannot be now. He hasn’t finished with all his apologies yet. Clover rattles the black hole, the morbid, numb peace he is falling into. He doesn’t want to think of her with this dying mind.

In these flashed seconds, the last of his existence, he makes up a cannon. If his lips moved, he would whisper it himself -- ‘boom’. He needs to count for something big. He imagines there is a cannon. There has to be a cannon over all these moaning people, creeping from under the black smoke. In his mind, he counts (only this time from one). He needs to count for something big. It’s his oxygen mask. He closes his eyes through the pain. There has to be a quiet way of waiting for death. There has to be a word for his breed of dignity. But he needs to count for something big.

He’s old friends with death, no need for pleasantries like panic, like regret. Out of all people, he doesn’t get a pure, frightened soul on the way out. It’s welcome home, it’s I’ve heard so much about you. It’s his grandfather and his echoing voice, it’s still a business meeting on top of everything. He counts to lose consciousness, and he knows it. It’s a free dive. 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fi-f-fif-fuck...

No, the other way around. The count bleeds out of him, the numbers don’t add up right. He’s counted it so many times before; now it’s slipping. Not now. There’s one last effort to sit up, to press the big button for the Games. No muscle dares to move. The g/Game’s already over, him trapped inside. It’s fitting -- he’s like better than at home.

Lysander’s mind becomes unclear, but it still knows it’s part of the process. The brightside to knowing death by heart: it makes pain rational, and the unknown familiar. It’s easy, easier than everything else he’s done for death to this point. He’s thankful for brain activity during death. It’s almost nice to fall into it, even though at this point, he stops understanding anything but the sharp ache everywhere at once. There’s no tragedy behind this. This and worse happened many times before at the click of his button. Death has a way around poetic justice that Lysander doesn’t mind.

He is now a small boy, hide-and-seek counts away from death, legs from the knee down dangling as he sits on a lovely bench at the train station. There is no one else in this train station. He is wearing a carefully buttoned cardigan and shorts. His cheeks are blue with wonder. His face isn’t yet clouded by all that tired guilt. He is a small boy, and the train is suddenly here. ‘Boom’, something at the back of his mind whispers. No, not before the countdown!!! It steals him without notice, if not for his beeping smart watch. This is the only possible end to the story. Lysander Vultur has never had an argument against death.

Somewhere else entirely, it’s countdown time. Someone else’s seconds to seize. It’s 12:00 pm (and now it begins).

[luminouslion]

Black Clover characters celebrating Easter holidays

Happy Easter to everyone who is celebrating it! And to everyone else I hope you are having a good day! 💕

I thought I would write some headcanons about how I think some Black Clover characters celebrate Easter.

Marx

Never really celebrated Easter as a kid because his parents thought that it is a waste of time

First time he celebrated Easter was the year he joined the grey dear

Julius thought it would be important to celebrate holidays with the whole squad

They did lot of different things like having a nice breakfast, painting eggs and later even hiding and searching them

Marx would always complain that it’s childlike and a waste of time, like his parents teached him

But he secretly really enjoyed it

Julius and Marx kept that tradition after they became Wizard King and advisor

Julius

Always loved Easter

As a kid he only celebrated it in a quite formal and for nobility typical way

All they did was having a huge fancy breakfast

After he became captain of the grey dear squad he made sure to celebrate Easter with everyone

He knew that not all of the people in his squad appreciated that, especially some nobles, but he wanted to give everyone the chance to have a few good Easter celebrations

He kept the traditions after becoming Wizard King because 1. he just loves it, 2. it’s one of the rare days where Marx actually takes a break and doesn’t work and 3. that means he also doesn’t have to do his paperwork

Lumiere

Like Julius always loved Easter but besides having a nice breakfast never did anything with the whole family

But since he was a kid he painted eggs together with Tetia and some maids from the kitchen

They would also hide and search them later

He would force Nero into that tradition after she started working with him

Later after meeting the elfes they celebrated it together

Silva Family

As the other nobles and royals they never really celebrated Easter

Each year they have a huge breakfast with the other royal houses and then just go on with they day

As Acier still lived she made sure her kids had some fun doing Easter typical things like painting eggs

I feel like after she died Nebra and Solid still painted eggs for a few years but they soon grew out of it

Nozel quit that tradition directly after she died, he had a lot of responsibility as new head of house after all

They always excluded Noelle who would spend the entire day alone as always

Hage Church

Easter always was a huge event for the children of the church in Hage

They celebrated it with lots of potatoes and of course eggs

Sister Lily and father Orsi always made sure to do all of the fun activities with the kids

They made sure to hide a lot of eggs for the children while they were still asleep so they could search them later

All of them spent the entire day together as a big family

Vermillion Family

Like the Silvas they always went to the huge breakfast with all royal families

After that they would keep celebrating though

Mereleona always comes home for at least a day

The siblings paint eggs together

Mereleona and Fuegoleon made sure to hide some for Leo to search

They spend the entire day together laughing and celebrating

But also picking on each other like siblings do

Black Bulls

At first the Black Bulls didn’t celebrate Easter but that changed after Asta joined the squad

He told them about how they celebrated it at the church and so the other members surprised him on they first Easter together

Some would hide eggs and the others searched them

Charmy prepared a huge meal (or rather three: one for breakfast, one for Lunch and one for dinner... you could never eat enough)

Noelle didn’t want to take part in this at first, „it’s not fitting for royalty after all“ but Asta just dragged her along

In the end she really liked it and she had a lot of fun but would never admit it (all of them knew it though)

Yami stayed in his room all day not wanting to have to deal with a bunch of loud kids celebrating but he is happy that the others have fun

Maybe he would join them in the evening for dinner

They kept those traditions only ever alternating between who would hide the eggs

Other Squads

I don’t think the other squads really celebrate Easter

Maybe some of them would have breakfast or lunch or whatever together and then everyone would just go they own way

Other squads don’t even do that

Most people went to go visit they families anyway

Or they would still have to deal with missions

[insomniac-jay]

Redesigning The Trigger Happy Havoc Boys

So this lovely post you should look at got a lot of positive feedback, I decided to to make the one for the boys since some of them have the most atrocious designs ever (Looking at you, Hifumi).

Makoto Naegi

Listen, I know Naegi is meant to be generic and boring but for the love of GAWD, please at least give him a good outfit. For starters, I made his hair curly because I headcanon him to be Asian and Hispanic mixed. Also he’s fat and he has freckles.

As for his outfit, I decided to give him a black long sleeve shirt, a dark green t-shirt with a four leaf clover on it, a black hoodie with some graphic designs because his canon one is cursed and ugly, ripped jeans, and red sneakers. He wears a chain on his pants with lucky charms on it.

Byakuya Togami

For someone with so much money, Togami has very poor taste in fashion and haircuts. Someone get this man a stylist. First of all let’s get rid of his Karen haircut and traded it for slicked back hair. Next I gave him wider glasses. When it comes to his outfit, I decided to dress him a designer suit. He wears a white jacket with cuffs and gold lining, a dark green shirt, white pants, and designer shoes. I gave him gloves bc he doesn’t like to touch plebians (except for his bfs) and gave him more bling bc he likes to flex. I want him to be the obnoxious rich kid.

Leon Kuwata

Listen I know his whole thing is like whether or not he wants to do baseball or rock music, so I gave him a mix of both (or at least tried). The roots of his hair are black but then turn to ginger because of his mixed heritage and made his hair longer. I also gave him more piercings because I want him to look like a true punk.

I gave him a black Letterman jacket with all sorts of pins on it such as a trans flag, a bisexual flag, BLM and Eat The Rich on one of the sleeves, and an anarchy symbol. His baseball uniform is the one from the splash art because it’ll be easier on my life. I got rid of his ugly ass shoes because they’re a crime against humanity and a cardinal sin. They are replaced with some good ol’ punk boots.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

Hiro’s canon outfit is so ugly Kodaka ffs give your characters good designs. They looks like a hobo outside a 7/11 that might scam me.

First of all I gave them glasses rights because I believe in glasses Hiro supremacy. Next I gave them vitiligo and tattoos because I also believe in that. For their outfit, they wears a black shirt but it’s hella unbuttoned bc they lack in self preservation, dark purple jacket with star signs on it, black pants, and sandals. Also, I gave him the dreads from their beta design bc pls,,, give them good hair. They also wear a headwrap. 

Mondo Oowada

You can tell I’m gonna have way too much fun with this one and that I’m gonna play favorites. I gave them tattoos and a missing tooth bc I can. He also has scars on his body bc y’know he gets into fights. One of the sleeves of their jacket is missing because I refuse to believe that wouldn’t happen, he doesn’t wear a shirt and instead wears a haramaki, and black pants. I replaced his loafers with boots bc to quote my mutual on Discord, “When you gotta lead the gang at 6 but go to church at 7″. I also have him a headband bc that’s the style.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Another redesign that you all can tell I’m both playing favorites and having too much fun with. I gave Kiyotaka fangs so him and his bf could match. Next I gave him round nerd glasses bc he hits different with those on. For his outfit, I decided to keep his canon outfit but make it even better. I gave him more medals and a tie as well as gloves and a belt. He also gets a sash with all sorts of pins on it.

Hifumi Yamada

Hifumi ily and kin you but Kodaka did you so dirty. First, I fixed them fucking leg proportions bc they are my villain origin story. Next I made pheir hair soft and curly. For pheir outfit, I gave phem a dark grey cardigan, orange suspenders with anime pins on them and a few pride flags on them, khakis, and some sneakers. I also gave phem an ita bag.

That’s all. Might do Goodbye Despair next, who knows.

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Please respect the pronouns I use for certain characters.

[uozlulu]

Black Clover chapter 268 reaction and spoilers

The devil world has a similar problem to the human world in that there’s a fixed caste system, though we’re starting to see that system wiggle a bit in the human world.

The lady who looks like Asta is called リチタ (richita), which VIZ romanized to Licita. Went looking into baby names and surnames and found a few entries but nothing definitive in terms of meaning. According to Word Reference, in Spanish, lícita as an adjective can mean things like legal, permitted and licita can also be a conjugation in Spanish for licitar, which, according to Collins, means “to tender for, to bid for, to sell by auction. I went looking because I wanted to know if the チ become ci represented a si or chi sound and also I’m curious if her name might indicate something about her as we learn more about her.

Apparently Licita had Asta’s grimoire before Asta did. So in the VIZ translation, Licita says that her magic can “[steal] magic and life from whatever’s near me.” The words she uses in the raw is 魔力 (mariyoku) meaning (according to Jisho) magical/supernatural powers and 生命 (seimei) meaning life, life force, soul, essence, etc…. The reason I looked it up is I wanted to see if this was a mana vs. ki kind of thing or larger than that, and it seems to be larger than that. It makes me wonder if Licita can do what Asta’s swords do, and also makes me curious if we’ll see her absorbed into the grimoire at some point, which might explain why Licht’s swords can do what they do.

Licita says to the Ant-Magic Devil, “But! You've got no magic, and maybe because you're a devil, you're not losing magic or life to me! So, listen, doesn't it feel like fate?! C'mon, stay here and be my kid!” and now I’m thinking it’s not Asta’s memory we saw of the person reaching out to him covered in blood calling him, “most beloved son,” but the Anti-Magic Devil. This is going to be interesting (and heartbreaking) to see play out.

Licita names the Ant-Magic Demon リーベ (riibe), which VIZ Romanizes to Liebe, which is German for love, feeling of love, etc… which is frankly absolutely adorable.

As with Megicula reportedly being responsible for whatever killed Acier, Luciferio has arrived to screw things up and give Asta even more reason to kick Dante’s ass.

OH WAIT. OH WAIT. THIS *IS* ASTA’S MOM.

Okay, folks, let’s talk about this set of panels and all the implications within:

Licita left a baby in a basket at a building made of stone that looks a lot like the church in Hage, coupled with the dialogue I think we can safely bet this is indeed Asta’s mother

We also know Licita likely lives just outside of Hage because she found Asta’s grimoire before Asta came into possession of it

Since her magic, which steals life and magic from others, doesn’t affect Liebe, in turn we can assume it would not affect a child who has no mana as well.

Now for the timeline

When Luciferio appeared by possessing Liebe, he said, “Who’d have believed a devil would be in the human world without making a contract with a human. I’m glad I killed time by looking for him [Liebe]! What a find! I’ll use him to search for a way to manifest my own body into the human wo –” So at this point, Luciferio hasn’t teamed up with Dante. However, if the baby Licita left behind was Asta, then the coup already happened, which means the coup happened before the Dark Triad became possessed.

That would also follow with why in 255 it seemed like Vanica and Megicula might have encountered Acier separately rather than in the same body (this post). It’ll be interesting to see where Vanica vs. Acier falls on the timeline and how long ago it was. It might also not rule out Nozel as the child since Vanica was likely not possessed by Megicula yet at the time.

This also might mean, since Asta’s mother would have given him up a little over a month before Noelle was born, that the Dark Triad took on their devils soon after Luciferio met Licita and whatever went down between Acier and Megicula happened near-immediately after.

Back to our regularly scheduled liveblogging 268

As suspected, the memory Asta received from Luciferio and Dante was actually Liebe’s memory.

Licita seals Liebe in the grimoire and it makes me wonder if her sealing him into the grimoire is what caused Licht’s swords to become what they are now or if that’s a function of Liebe’s anti-magic. It could also be a corruption of the swords from the initial demonification as well. It also makes me wonder how Licht’s swords behaved in life because since they’re light magic, perhaps they could absorb and manipulate light and now they absorb and manipulate mana.

I’m really curious who Asta’s dad is though it’s possible we’ll never know considering we have only barely seen Lord Silva and we haven’t seen Ciel yet either. Maybe he was just a manaless peasant or didn’t care the lady he chose was stealing his magic and life. Or we’ll get more into the angels and that’s why Licita had no effect or something. Lots of questions.

Also I really like that this technically makes Asta and Liebe brothers rather than father and son (as was possible last week when we had no context). A nice touch