#black clover onesehot

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello may I request for fuegoleon with a hybrid wife s/o who is half human and half sea fae? So she has water based magic and can control the ocean and can turn into a mermaid. (She's very beautiful too cuz mythically fae of the sea are very alluring and beautiful) I think it'd be really cool to see the dynamic between Fue's bold and passionate fire and his wife's calm but ferocious and uncontrollable water

Hiya~!

I was very much enabled and inspired for this fic~ I hope you enjoy it! I didn't think that Fue and such an s/o would really be that different deep down

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: General/fluff Length: ~0.7k Contains: Fue admiring his spouse, talk about sea and its depth (not dwelling on it though), just fluffy thoughts, and some teasing remarks

Waves. The smell of fresh sea air as the gentle motion of the ocean just swaying, as if brushing the shore, stood ahead of you. And it was all couple with the sound the water made in its motion. As if a quiet song most couldn’t understand.

At times you wondered if you did either. Perhaps your mother might have. Your father did. You were sure that he did. It was his home, after all. And you... you weren’t quite sure which one you were more, land or sea. Or maybe you were a shore. Something that existed in between. Which was why you were able to spend longer times in the Capitol, land in general, away from bodies of water.

But it didn’t make you appreciate the trips, and the time your husband took off his busy schedule, to bring you here in Raque. To just... admire the waves. And listen to the songs it told.

There was a hand on your shoulder, which made you turn your head to the side, before feeling a sturdy chest pressed against your back.

“Go ahead,” there was a soft encouragement, as if a praise, spoken as a whisper. “I know you want to,” he told you with the slightest hints of amusement before placing a kiss to your temple.

You glanced at him, your lips tugged up into a grin, and saw him with a gentle smile on his face. The very same understanding, loving smile that you had fallen for way back when. The very same smile that still lingered as you ran to the ocean, as your legs were replaced with a tail, and the taste of air was changed to the taste of sea water as gills took charge.

You knew he was watching, silently, while wearing that smile.

But what you didn’t realize, was him watching your scales glimmer in the light of the sun. The ethereal beauty of them just glistening amidst the waves that would bend to your will.

Sure, someone might have wondered why, or how, a fire made with a heart that was as passionate as a roaring flame, would have fallen in love with someone that held water magic, was calm and gentle as a pond.

Only that the idea of you being “like a pond” was very much not true. And whenever someone implied of such a thing, he found it to be nothing but amusing misguidedness. Because, sure, you held the serenity of a calm lake, or the sea on a day that the winds chose not to sway the surface of it. But... beneath the ocean surface the tides would always sway, there would be the roar of the ocean, the strength and the power those who travelled the seas would know to respect.

He didn’t think that he had been mindful enough of the fact, just how deep the oceans could be before.

But now he was.

And he knew that you could handle yourself. That you could stand your ground, if need be.

If need be. He just didn’t want there to be such. Which was why he worried.

He worried even if he watched you play in the water as the sun glided from your scales.

Perhaps one might have stated that he was very much like that himself, someone who seemed calm and collected on the surface, but was strong and held fury in his heart. That both of you held depths within yourselves.

Maybe you were both aware of it on some level, and maybe that was the very thing that had drawn you too together. Not the superficial differences, but the deep, strong similarities. How your hearts sang together.

He might tease you for being his siren, and you’d groan because you weren’t a siren, but coming from him, it was different. He meant it with all the love in the world. And he was your hot-headed fireball. Though he very much prided himself in being able to stay calm.

The loving teasing that you both did. Because you understood each other.