#black clover writing requests

[lyranova]

Hello everyone!

So, once again I’m opening 5 request slots, but this time for oneshots!

But with a caveat: I’m only accepting requests for xreaders and platonic ships!

Lately, I’ve been struggling a bit writing CC x CC pairs…which is why I haven’t been writing anything with them and have been solely focusing on CC x OC things…so I’m thinking of taking a break from CC pairs until I can get through this burnout!

So, for these 5 slots, please only request Xreaders or platonic ships! Also, these will most likely be shorter fics that will be posted during the werkend since I start school again on Monday.

Happy requesting 🥰~!

[acacia-may]

Treasures

Description: When Finesse falls ill, Finral wants to send her a gift to show her that he's thinking of her and wishing her well. Of course, this is easier said than done...

Rating: G

Warnings: Very Slight Hurt/Comfort due to Finral's insecurities and Finesse being ill, but it's really just fluff here

Fandom: Black Clover

Genre: Fluff (and extremely slight Hurt/Comfort)

Relationships: Finral Roulacase/Finesse Calmreich

Characters: Finral Roulacase and Finesse Calmreich

Word Count: 1893

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

Many thanks for this request and the opportunity to write about such a sweet pairing and two of my favourite Black Clover characters! Much love! 💕

Story Below the Cut. Thank you for reading!

Finral hummed thoughtfully as he perused the shop aisles. He set the handkerchief he had been carrying around with him for the past five minutes or so back down and realized that he had walked in a complete circle around the store. He fidgeted. There were far too many choices, and as much as it pained him to admit it, he didn’t have the slightest idea what Lady Finesse would like best if she was here to pick out a gift for herself. Finral sighed. The problem was, of course, that Lady Finesse would never pick out a gift for herself. She was far too humble and gracious for that. Finral smiled slightly at the thought. It was just one of the many things that made her such an incredible and kindhearted person, but it also made her difficult to shop for. He supposed he didn’t really need to shop for her at all—in fact, she would probably insist that he didn’t need to get her anything, if she was here. But she wasn’t here. She was at home—ill, which was the reason he wanted to get her a present in the first place.

Sighing, he examined a whole line of vases again, but they were all starting to look the same the longer he stared at them. Maybe he should just pick one and send it with a fresh bouquet of cut flowers… But that seemed a little generic, and he felt that Lady Finesse deserved something very special—she was his fiancée after all. But even more than that, she was probably the kindest person he had ever met in his life and an absolutely amazing woman. Beautiful and generous with a real gift for seeing the best in people, even in him. He wished he could be the man she saw when she looked at him, and he wanted nothing more than to be the best he could be for her—to be worthy to stand by her side and spend the rest of his life trying to make her happy. It was still a work in progress, but he felt he was making good strides in the right direction. Or at least he would be if he could decide on this present.

After at least another hour of aimlessly wandering around the shop, Finral left emptyhanded, feeling rather defeated. He shuffled his feet as he walked through the town to clear his head and hoped that maybe some inspiration or new idea would come to him. Unfortunately, he kept getting distracted by the sounds of fallen leaves and branches crunching and snapping under his feet as he walked. It was a beautiful Autumn day, crisp and clear with a slight wind and a bright blue sky. He wished Lady Finesse could see it, but she had been trapped inside with a terrible cough for the past few weeks. In all the time Finral had known her, Lady Finesse had never complained about being ill, though he was sure it must weigh heavily on her to be so frequently stuck indoors and under the weather. He had been hoping to cheer her up by bringing her a present, but after the fiasco of indecision that had been his shopping experience, he supposed he should probably let go of the idea. Besides it wasn’t as though there was anything that he could possibly buy for her could make up for the fact that she was unwell and couldn’t go out into the garden she loved so dearly. Finral sighed. She must miss the outside. But he couldn’t exactly give that to her…could he?

Finral’s brow furrowed as he was suddenly struck with an idea. Perhaps, taking a walk for inspiration was a good idea after all.

*-*-*

It wasn’t one day later before Finral found himself fidgeting in the Calmreich’s front entryway. Lady Calmreich, Lady Finesse’s mother, blinked at him somewhat confusedly from her seat in the nearby parlor where she was working on her needlepoint as their house steward whispered something to her.

Finral swallowed hard as she frowned at him, carefully setting down her needlepoint and walking towards his general direction. He had always gotten the impression that Lady Calmreich was not particularly fond of him though Finesse had assured him that it was not personal and that her mother was simply confused and exhausted by all of the drama surrounding their engagement, particularly the fact that his parents had failed to clarify for several years which of their sons Lady Finesse was actually going to marry. Though that had all been sorted now, the entire situation had left Lady Calmreich with a distaste for the Vaudes in general. Finral wasn’t sure that he could blame her for that, and he probably wouldn’t blame her if she was disappointed that her daughter was now going to marry him rather than Langris who was much more successful, responsible, and accomplished. Lady Finesse always encouraged him that eventually her parents would warm up to him when they got to know him better, and in the meantime, of course, Finral tried his best to be cordial and, hopefully, earn the Lord and Lady Calmreich’s approval.

“Good afternoon, Lady Calmreich,” he said with a polite bow, but Lady Calmreich merely sighed wearily.

“I’m not sure if Finesse is feeling well enough for visitors today, but I suppose I can ask.”

Finral’s cheeks flushed. “Oh please don’t—that isn’t…um…I mean, I didn’t want to cause any trouble. I was just worried about her and wanted to drop off this gift.” He wrung his hands around the handles of the basket he was holding as Lady Calmreich’s eyes narrowed at its contents.

“I see...” she replied with a stern but subtly disapproving expression that caused Finral to fidget even more nervously than before.

“I’d be happy to visit with Finral for a little while,” Lady Finesse gently interrupted as she slowly made her way down the main staircase into the foyer. Finral could scarcely hold back his smile and his relief to see her up and about with a tint of color in her pale cheeks. Though he certainly tried to respect her wishes, he never could manage to stop himself from worrying about her every time she fell ill even when she asked him not to.

“I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced like this,” he said as his cheeks grew warm, but Lady Finesse merely smiled at him with a kind shake of her head.

“Oh no. There’s no reason to apologize at all. I’m glad you’ve visited. I—” She paused as her cheeks flushed a faint rose, and she smiled slightly. “I missed you.”

Finral’s own face turned red, but he managed an understanding nod and an “I missed you too.” Almost without thinking, he reached out for her hand, but before he could take it, Lady Calmreich cleared her throat pointedly. His blush deepening, Finral recoiled and curled his hand into a somewhat awkward, loose fist. He was definitely out of practice in the world of "proper" courtship for the Clover Kingdom's upper crust nobility.

Lady Finesse gave him an apologetic glance, and when her mother had returned to her needlepoint, asked, “How have you been? It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you.”

Finral shuffled his feet feeling suddenly guilty for having not written to her. He had worried about bothering her when she wasn’t well and had only been trying to be polite. In all honest, he was also still trying to get used to how much contact was appropriate—he already knew he and Lady Finesse talked to each other much more than other engaged couples in similar betrothal situations and the last thing he wanted was for his obvious affection for her to be deemed unseemly and cause her some sort of scandal or distress since this was technically still an engagement for an "arranged marriage."

“I’m sorry,” he said, deciding it was probably best to offer apologies rather than explanations. “I’m alright—a bit busy but alright. How are you? Are you feeling better?”

Lady Finesse nodded. “Much better. The doctor says that I might be able to go out again soon.”

“I’m glad.” Finral smiled. “Until then, I thought…” He stopped, his face growing suddenly warm again as he began to trip over his words. “Well…I thought…I thought since you couldn’t go out, I would…um…” He held out the basket to her, and she gasped in surprise. “This is for you.”

Lady Finesse tilted her head curiously at the basket but kindly insisted, “Finral, this is so sweet, but you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to,” he said as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “But…um…it’s nothing really just a couple of things that I thought you might—” Miss… He mentally finished his sentence, suddenly worrying that if saying that aloud would have been insensitive. Maybe his entire gift was insensitive… His stomach churned, and he suddenly wished he could just grab the basket and disappear through a portal. It was too late, however, as Lady Finesse had already taken a seat by the parlor window and begun to empty the basket's contents: brightly colored leaves, two pinecones, a handful of acorns, some nuts and berries, a branch, a few sprigs of thyme, a thistle, a squash, two potatoes, a few bird feathers, a chrysanthemum, and an apple that Finral was sure was as bright red as his face as Lady Finesse carefully lined each of the treasures up beside her on the windowsill. He made the mistake of glancing over at her mother who was side-eyeing the gift over her needlepoint with a sort of disdain that made Finral feel queasy.

He opened his mouth to begin to apologize, but Lady Finesse immediately cut him off with an excited, “They’re wonderful!”

Finral sighed in relief as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “I’m glad you like them,” he said meeting her eyes. “I was trying to decide what to get you, and I know you’ve been stuck inside for a while so I thought maybe I would try to bring some of the outside, inside.” He chuckled lightly as he sheepishly rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. “I can get you another present…something better if you don’t…”

“Oh no, please. This is perfect. Thank you. Very thoughtful,” she insisted as she reached out and took his hand, giving it a shy but reassuring squeeze. Finral’s cheeks flushed.

“You’re welcome.”

“Would you…would you mind telling me a little about where all of these came from?”

Finral nodded. “Sure. Of course,” he said with a smile before he told her about some of his adventures and favourite nature spots. His heart soared when he watched her eyes light up as she listened to him tell her about the changing leaves in the forest behind his squad’s hideout or the family of birds that lived on Mount Anahu or the field of chrysanthemums outside Nean. Someday, he promised himself, he would take her to all of these places to see them for herself and their basket of treasures would become happy memories. But for now, he had made her happy, had made her smile, and that was enough.

[newtthetranswriter]

Hello you!

Could I request Nozel x male reader where the reader is a fae prince who falls in love with Nozel while he's training and Nozel keeps finding little fae gifts for him on his window and one day in the forest finds reader who is all handsome and charming and they fall in love

Word count: 2432

Paring: Nozel x Fae Male Reader

Warnings: ummmm my shitty knowledge of fae and probably inaccurate descriptions of how things work with them, also possible ooc Nozel

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting. I truly enjoy writing and knowing that someone wants to read what I write makes it so much easier to write something. Also this was specifically really fun to right. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

   Wondering the forests of the Clover Kingdom was a regular part of Y/n’s week. Enjoying the relaxing sounds of nature and helping small animals find food. It’s what he enjoyed doing most and it gave him a chance to escape from the pressures of being the prince of the Fae. Y/n also enjoyed venturing into the castle town and mingling with the humans. Learning about their daily lives and workings of their culture. If he had to pick he’d probably say he was most intrigued by the Magic Knights, a group of powerful mages working to protect the Kingdom. 

   After a few weeks of talking with random Knights and citizen’s Y/n wanted to see the magic of one of the fabled Grand Magic Knights or as he learned they were mostly called Squad Captains. Try as he might he couldn’t get any of the lower ranking Knights he spoke with to take him to their headquarters to meet with any of the Captains so he settled for hoping to stumble across one while out exploring the Kingdom. And to his luck on one of his many trips into the forest he heard a sound distinctly not that of nature.

   A loud shout could be heard followed by the sounds of something hitting a tree. Moving slowly and quietly to get a look at the person without alerting them of his presence. Y/n eventually reached the edge of a small clearing and ducked behind one of the trees. At the opposite side of the clearing stood a man with Silver hair wearing what looked like a Magic knight’s robe but fancier, Y/n could also see that the man’s grimoire was raised and had silverish shine to it. Curious about what was happening, he stayed quiet and moved to climb the tree hoping to get a better view of the Magic Knight as he trained. 

   Y/n watched as the mage struck a tree with silver fluid like magic, he could barely hear the man call it Mercury magic. One of the things Y/n loved most was seeing new magics, most faes had magic that had to do with plants, water or rocks, while humans had developed new and intriguing magics like this fluid metal magic he was watching. Too caught up in his thoughts he failed to notice one of the branches he was holding had bent enough to crack right as the forest had gone silent.

  Hearing the branch snap, Y/n held his breath and backed close to the body of the tree. He wasn’t afraid of the mage, more he was embarrassed at possibly having been found watching him train. Well that or his breath was stolen from the sight of bright purple eyes looking in his direction, though all they could see was the thick forest on the edge of the clearing and not the fae that had snapped a branch. The tense silence lasted only a moment before a noise was heard from the Knights robe. Y/n watched as the Knight pulled out a device and spoke into it, before summoning a large amount of his mercury magic to form a large eagle and fly out of the forest.

  Letting out the breath he had been holding Y/n decided he needed to know who that mage was where he could find him again. And so he headed into the capital and asked about the Magic Knight with Silver hair and magic. He quickly learned that the mage he had found training was none other than Captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva. Before learning that the mage was a captain Y/n had been planning to find and talk to him, but after learning that the mage was not only a captain but part of the human royal family, Y/n decided to settle for watching from afar. 

  Y/n took the time to find the headquarters of the Silver Eagles squad and which window belonged to the Silver haired captain before he set to leaving the handsome mage gifts. Every few days or so he would leave a new trinket he had found that made him think of the mage. Things like an amethyst carved to look like a leaf on a silver chain, the leaf was a representation of Y/n himself while the gemstone reminded him of the purple eyes that stole his breath. He even left a small silver eagle on the window sill as he thought it was a sweet little nod to the mages magic.

P.o.V Switch to Nozel Plus mini timeskip

   It had been happening for a few months now, whenever Nozel would enter his office at the Silver eagles Headquarters he would find different trinkets just on his windowsill with no explanation on how it got there. He had tried asking many of his squad members to see if one of them had been leaving the items but they all just looked confused and made some snide comment before walking away from the Royal. Solid and Nebra were no different, making jokes about how their brother has a secret admirer and poking fun.

   Even though the gifts were a surprise at first they became a part of his routine and Nozel found himself looking forward to what his mysterious visitor had left him this time. While he knew nothing of the gifter he guessed that whoever it was may have some connection to nature as many of the trinkets held imagery of plants or rocks, such as a gemstone carved to look like a leaf attached to a silver chain. Nozel also figured whoever they were, they were familiar with his magic as he once found a small silver eagle statue.

   While he loved the gifts and looked forward to them, he wished to know who was leaving him gifts so he could thank them for their kindness. Don’t get him wrong he had left notes on the windowsill hoping whoever it was would see and respond or come forward but each note was left unanswered but accompanied by another gift. 

   After a stressful week of dealing with Captain meetings, and his siblings nonstop jokes about the woman leaving him gifts, Nozel decided to take a walk in the forest near the capital. He had recently decided there was something super relaxing about the sound of wind flowing through the trees and animals moving about their lives without a worry. Now, Nozel prides himself on being able to sense mana but it seems even he can be surprised. 

   Walking into the same clearing he had been training in a few months prior, Nozel did not expect to see a man about his age sitting with a few animals in his lap while seemingly having a conversation with them. Not wanting to deal with what he assumed was a crazy person, the royal turned to walk the other direction. Only he failed to see the branch at his feet that snapped with a crack that rivaled a building collapsing, alerting the stranger to his presence. 

  Deciding he had been caught the royal spoke to dismiss himself without being rude, though he was normally brash, he felt the need to be kind to this person. “I’m sorry to disturb you, I was just out for a stroll. I’ll leave you to do what you were doing.” With that Nozel started to turn away ready to leave.

P.o.V back to Y/n

  Being startled by the animals in the clearing scampering off at the sound of a branch snapping, Y/n turned to the source of the noise. For a second time in this little clearing he had his breath ripped from his chest as he met amethyst eyes. Not registering that the man had tried to excuse himself Y/n decided to finally take the next step. “Would you like to join me?” The words left both the fae and the royal slightly confused. The fae was confused because why would Nozel just agree to sit in a clearing with some guy he just found here, and the royal was confused because what was this stranger asking him to do. 

  The Silver haired man stopped in his tracks and thought for a moment, his logical side said to just keep walking and pretend nothing happened but something he couldn’t quite put a finger on was telling him that this stranger was important to him in some way. Before he could respond though the y/h/c man spoke again. “I just mean, you look like you could use someone to talk to and I’m good at listening and will be an unbiased audience.” The Royal sighed before deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to talk with the stranger, after all he didn’t need to give deep detail and he likely wouldn’t see him again. With a flick of his robes Nozel moved to sit near the stranger.

  “I suppose you are right, I could use someone to talk to.” Nozel spoke, letting his guard down even though he had no clue why this person made him feel so calm.

   Y/n smiled, feeling happy to have finally started speaking to the man he had been admiring for the past few months. “I’m Y/n by the way, you don’t have to share your name if you don’t wish to. I just think it would be easier if you knew who you were speaking with.”He introduced trying to make the Mercury mag as comfortable as possible. 

   Nozel nodded before explaining how he was feeling slightly overwhelmed with his siblings teasing and the added pressure of his youngest sibling getting her grimoire soon. He spoke of how he didn’t want her to join the magic knights to keep her safe but also didn’t want to keep being a complete dick and make her feel excluded anymore. He was unsure of why he was being so open, he was just glad he could get all of this off his chest.

   Y/n just listened to Nozel talk about his current struggles, how he wished to have been stronger in order to not have pushed Noelle away or have been able to stop Solid and Nebra’s bullying of their sister. While Nozel couldn’t give all the details he spoke of his fears and worries. After a few what felt like hours of opening up that had only been about twenty minutes, Nozel paused. 

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. The main reason I came out here was to get away from my siblings teasing over a secret admirer I have, and now I’m telling a stranger some of my deepest worries.” Nozel stated, his voice portraying that he was perplexed.

  The fae next to him chuckled slightly before smiling at him. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but it’s likely my fault. You see, I’ve been leaving the gifts for you and since you have been accepting them we have a strange sort of connection.” Y/n began to explain, earning a shocked look from Nozel. “It has to do with me being a fae, well prince of the fae but that’s not important. Anyway, by accepting my gifts, you opened your heart to me. It’s nothing bad, it just means that I can influence your feelings in little ways, such as making you feel comfortable with a stranger or relaxed enough to express your worries you would otherwise keep to yourself.”

  “So you’re controlling me because I kept a necklace you left on the windowsill.” Nozel voiced his assumption.

  Shaking his head Y/n spoke again. “I’m not controlling anything, being around a fae that you’ve accepted gifts from relaxes you. It’s not something I chose to do, it’s just a side effect of my affection for you. Think of it like this, when I’m in the forest I feel relaxed and calm enough to speak to you, because I’ve accepted all the gifts the forest gives me, but when I’m in the city and see a trinket I think you’ll like I freeze up, and the only way i can confidently gift it to you is by placing it on your window sill.” Nozel was confused but he was starting to understand.

  The influence of the gifts from the Fae was similar to what he had heard being with your true love feels like. He didn’t want to call it that but he did feel like his heart was full just being in this clearing with Y/n. 

   Silence enveloped the two of them for a moment. Y/n was the one to break the silence. “I’ll stop the gifts if you’d like, I know it probably seems like I'm forcing the connection but it’s in my nature to give gifts to the one I admire.” Y/n turned away slightly having realized it may seem a bit intrusive to humans for someone to give you gifts and you unknowingly opening up to them. 

   “Don’t stop the gifts, I truly enjoy them. Do I wish you had spoken to me first before you started courting me in such a way? Yes but I can’t fault you for acting on your instincts.” Nozel spoke and somehow he knew this was truly how he felt and not just the connection he had with the Fae. “Maybe in return for the many gifts you have so graciously provided I can take you out for dinner and I can learn more about you?” He asked, noticing the smile that had formed on Y/n’s face.

  “I’d enjoy that very much, thank you.” Y/n responded, holding back the joy of not having to stop showering Nozel in his affections. 

   Before either of them could speak again, a sound similar to that of what pulled Nozel from his training when Y/n first encountered him, sounded from Nozel’s robe. The silver haired captain pulled the magic communication device from his pocket, frowning. With a sigh he stood up. “Well this is where I bid farewell for now Y/n. I look forward to seeing you again, I’ll leave a note with details for the dinner on the windowsill.” After receiving a nod in response from the fae still seated in the grass, Nozel summoned his silver eagle and made his way back to the capital.

  After Nozel’s departure, y/n stayed in the clearing enjoying how smoothly revealing himself had gone, and looking forward to seeing where this relationship would go.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Sparring With Yami

Yami Sukehiro X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, weapons, and teasing

Word Count: 921

Requested by @harlowmembers​

(A/N:) Thank you again for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope that I was able to do your request justice! Yami is so much fun to write for, it’s just hard for me to get ideas for characters I really love and I can’t figure out why! But I adore having readers who help me through requests so thank you for giving me another opportunity to write for Yami! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The clash of metal echoed through the Black Bull’s hideout, leaving all the members cheering for you and the captain. You had been training for the majority of the day, until Asta spotted you working. Then the training session became a sparring session. The young boy relentlessly asking for another round after round after his every defeat against your blade. Hearing the commotion each Black Bull made their way into the training room. Vanessa had to drag Asta away as he kicked and screamed that he wasn’t done. Yami had been the last to see what was going on and he wanted his chance to cross blades with you.

After leaving you to rest a moment you could feel your heart began to pound and the blood boiling in your veins at the thought of sparring with Yami. After taking a breather and getting some water you were ready to face off with Yami. Asta pouted as he was forced to sit amongst his fellow magic knights while they watched their captain spar with you.

“Don’t think I will take it easy on you just because you’re the captain Yami,” you grinned getting in a stance with your blade at the ready.

The dark haired man only chuckled, “Don’t think I’ll take it easy on you, even if you’re my underling.”

You laughed starting to walk in a big circle, trying to find an opening in Yami’s defense. Unlike Asta he was like an impenetrable fortress. No openings, no gaps, just solid all around. Yami’s muscles flexed in his arms and you quickly raised your guard seeing he was fixing to attack. A shadowy blur and he was swinging towards you faster than you could blink. Easily you parried, your arms feeling the shock radiate up your bones. 

‘Definitely stronger than Asta,’ you thought as you gritted your teeth at his strength.

“Give up yet,” Yami asked after seeing the strain on your face.

“You wish,” you hissed shoving him away and going for a strike yourself. Yami blocked the blow, barely breaking a sweat. In strength you couldn’t match him and while he was fast you were faster. You tried to hide your intentions of finding a weak point in his form by making Yami believe it was a game of strength you wanted to play. He gladly accepted already tasting the sweet taste of victory on his tongue. Another clang and your blades met once more, the speed causing them to bounce away from one another. You screamed your frustration letting a little bit of speed burst forth. Yami stepped backwards at the sudden aggression, barely parrying the blow. Now was your chance, pressing forward you gave each blow everything you had. The fury of your slashes only gained momentum as you went faster and faster. Yami tried to stop each blow and hold his ground but you were relentless. He took a step back and then another and another until you had him retreating fully. He gritted his teeth, trying to get in a blow himself but he couldn’t gain enough time for anything except to block.

“Yield Yami,” you panted as you kept striking. Victory was so close and you rather not injure your captain in anyway, but you refused to back off. You had him cornered and you both knew it. While you were waiting for him to give in until Yami surprised you. Your blades clashed and before you could pull back for another strike Yami dug deep for a speed you didn’t know he had. He pushed forward leaving you both locked together. You saw something in his dark eyes you weren’t expecting and it sent a shiver down your spine. 

Keeping one hand on the hilt of his katana, Yami seized your wrists in the other. You always knew him to be a giant of the man but when he held both of your wrists with one palm, you suddenly realized just how large of a man your captain is. Forcing your arms above your head that still gripped your sword, he stepped forward. You gasped at his sudden proximity as the other Black Bulls gaped at their captain and his sudden daringness. 

With his face close enough you could feel the warm puffs of his breath brush your cheeks, your cheeks reddened.

“Thought you had me didn’t you sweetheart,” he purred. “Too bad I don’t mind cheating for what I want.”

You felt the blunt edge of his katana against your neck and the mischievous glint still glowing in his eyes. Yami didn’t waver, even at the sight of your icy glare. 

“I yield,” you growled.

The katana’s pressure left your neck, but Yami still kept you trapped. You looked up to him in confusion, before your body stiffened at the feeling of his lips brushing against yours. The Black Bull members whistled and gasped as their captain made his move. You’d never forget the look on Yami’s face as he smirked at your reaction. Your legs turning into jelly as he released you. You locked your joints, refusing to fall as the dark haired captain walked away.

“I’ll spar with you anytime sweetheart,” Yami replied sheathing his katana and walking out of the room.

The others laughed and talked amongst themselves, until you glared at them causing them to flee from the room. Except for Asta who was ready for another round and you gladly gave the fair haired boy what he wanted, now that you had some frustrations pent up.

[herwritingartcowboy]

This Is My 1,000+ Follower Special

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[kyokutsu-sama]

Guys!! I'm back and with requests open!!

Okay, first of all, I'm sorry for my absence, I hope you also understand my side. I did it for personal reasons and now that everything is in order, I want to come back here and I want to write again because I love writing and interacting with you all.

Now, let's get to the interesting part:

I decided to bring more fandoms here because there are a lot of characters I would love to write about.

I will accept requests for : Bleach (all the characters, especially if it's captains), for hunterxhunter (bring me content for the phantom troupe please, I love them) and I will also accept requests for my beloved captain Yami from Black Clover (I love this man and I never had the chance to write anything about him here. I'll also write for the other characters). For now I will make these available, I still thought about adding jujutsu but currently I'm a little distanced from the fandom so won't add it. I'll bring my own contet about them for my blog and waiting for requests too.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello. How about headcanons of characters from Legend of Korra (Korra), Demon Slayer (Daki), Fullmetal Alchemist (Lust) and Black Clover (Vanica) having S/O, who constantly insults their enemies while fighting to anger them and force to make mistakes?

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandoms: Legend of Korra, Demon Slayer, Fullmetal Alchemist, Black Clover

Characters: Korra, Daki, Lust, Vanica x gn! Reader (separate)

Korra thinks you’re so funny in battle. She loves that you insult your enemies, especially if they insulted you first. She thinks it’s only fair.

She’s not one to hold back from insulting her enemies either, so between the two of you, whoever you're fighting doesn’t stand a chance in either a physical or verbal confrontation.

Korra also thinks your strategy of angering your opponent so that they make mistakes is very clever. She’s usually a “rush in head first, no strategy needed” kind of person so she enjoys seeing how other people fight.

She does however sometimes worry about you angering an enemy to the point that they have no mercy towards you. She wouldn’t want to see you get hurt after all.

Daki is always giggling when you insult your enemies. Whether your insults are lighthearted, mean spirited, or downright brutal, she’s cheering you on from the sidelines.

Appreciates the strategy you’re using in angering your enemy so they make errors but really, she’s just there to see you insult those who have wronged you.

Due to her childish nature, Daki might act more defenceless and hurt by people's words than she really is just so you’ll defend her. She loves it when you stand up for her, especially when that comes in the form of insulting your enemies.

If you ever take it too far and your opponent begins to show no mercy, Daki may step in. However, she’ll only do this if she’s certain you won’t be able to hold your own. She has faith in your abilities.

Much like Korra, Lust thinks you’re funny, but more in the sense of thinking an animal is funny when it does something that could be seen as the creature acting like a human. It’s not as if she intentionally thinks that way, it’s simply her nature.

Lust love it when you insult people who have offended her. Sure, she can defend herself, but it’s so much better having someone who cares about you defend your honour by insulting your enemy.

Isn’t worried about you angering an enemy too much. She’s very confident in her powers and will step in to protect you if the need arises.

If for any reason, you ever turn those insults on her, Lust will be torn between being proud and mildly annoyed at you. Sure, it’s fun when you’re insulting other people, but did you really have to say those things to her?

Honestly, half of the reason Vanica is with you is because she finds you so fun to be around, especially in battle. She’s always looking for new ways to amuse herself and you’re at the top of her list.

She loves going into battle with you since she knows you’ll always have a witty comment or insult ready to throw at your enemies.

Honestly, she’s probably right there with you as well. Vanica’s throwing insults left right and centre. However, while you’re doing it to anger your enemies so they make mistakes, she’s doing it because it’s more fun when everyone’s fighting with all their power.

Won’t really look out for you in battle, only because she has complete faith in your ability to hold your own against any enemy.

[mitsuki-komori]

MitsukiKomoriX191’s Angst Event!

Hello! Welcome to my angst event. Basically just an event for sad fics because sometimes you just need sadness. Also it was supposed to be more of an October thing, but I forgot. Anyway, in this event you’ll dial a 3-4 numbers number.

Rules & Instruction:

First: Choose one option from the options at the top

Second: Choose one and only one type of angst you want

Third: You may choose 1-2 tropes you’d like in the fic. Also, make sure to include what relationship you want me to write for

Example: So a request could look something like: “1412 for (insert ship) please?” Which would be romance, whump, unhappy ending, and major character death. Or “dial” any other number you want

I’ll take up to 10 requests for this event. It may come back one day, but these are the only requests I’m taking now. Ignore what my ask box button says. Hope this makes sense and is enjoyable!

9/10

[zaimta]

rewatching black clover i simply cannot

(this how i feel on this blog i love saying things that is completely irrelevant to y’all)

[theautisticfroglord]

reminder that if y'all have any fanfic requests for like. julius marx william yami or maybe some other bc characters I can write

[metalkitty21]

Writing Requests + Intro

Why Hello! I'm Metal! I am a passionate writer and artist(don't except any art though sorry). These are the rules to my writing requests! I've tried to keep them brief, but sorry if it's a little long! I'll tag all of my stuff with #Metal writes Stuff (I'm so creative lol)

Will Write-

Fluff,

Angst, 

Ships(includes poly ships)

X Readers (under certain conditions)

Wont Write-

NSFW/SMUT 

Ships between characters with later age gaps+related characters

Oneshots-

My oneshots are gonna be 500 words minimum, but I'm gonna aim for 1000+! I will only do oneshots for ships, and not x readers

Headcanons- 

For headcanons I'll get as many ideas down as possible! I'll do these both for ships and x Readers!

X Readers-

Going into a little bit more detail here! I'll do x reader most romantic and platonic headcanons! I'll do most scenarios. 

Series I'll write for-

Pokémon (Scarlet & Violet)

Demon Slayer (Anime-Only)

My Hero Academia (Anime-Only)

Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes

Blue Lock (Anime-Only)

Black Clover (Anime-Only)

Danganronpa (THH, SDR2, V3)

Nanbaka (Anime-Only)

Master Detective Archive Rain Code

Number24

[lyranova]

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to let everyone know that my 900 follower event closes tonight at 11:59pm CST! So if you still want to send in a request or two please feel free 🥰; the event page is HERE and thank you to everyone that already has sent in requests! I’ll try and get some of them done this weekend after I finish my assignments and things 💕!

[acacia-may]

Wish Me Luck, Dad

Description: A holiday cookie decorating contest organised by the Black Bulls brings up some bittersweet memories for Zora. Luckily, his friends are there to remind him that even after loss, he doesn't have to spend the holidays alone anymore.

Rating: G

Warnings: The tiniest bit of hurt/comfort (because of Zara), but mostly just Black Bulls family and holiday fluff

Fandom: Black Clover

Genre: Black Bulls Squad as Family and some soft, friendship holiday fluff for Zora. Cookie decorating contests and "The Christmas Dragon"

Relationships: Zora Ideale & His Black Bulls Squad Family, Zora Ideale & Magna Swing Friendship, Magna Swing & Luck Voltia Friendship, and Zora Ideale & Zara Ideale Father and Son Family Bonding.

Characters: Zora Ideale, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Charmy Pappitson, Zara Ideale, & The Black Bulls.

Word Count: 1312

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

I want to offer a special word of thanks to the house on my aunt's street that puts up an inflatable "Christmas Dragon" decoration every year. You are my heroes and have helped to inspire Luck's part of this story!

Thanks for reading! Happy Holidays and Cheers Everyone!

Story under the cut:

“Does everybody understand the rules?” asked Charmy as she stood up on her chair at the front of the table.

“When has anyone here ever followed the rules?” quipped Zora with a snarky, lopsided grin that earned a few snickers from his nearby squad mates.

Charmy huffed and crossed her arms. “There are only two rules which are no teaming up to help each other and no eating the cookies or decorations until Captain Yami and Nacht finish judging and declare the winner. We can all follow those right?”

“The only one who is going to break that second rule is you, Charmy,” teased Vanessa who seemed more interested in her glass of wine than the plate of sugar cookies in front of her. Charmy frowned, but before she could say anything Asta interjected.

“I don’t know. These look delicious! It’ll be hard not to eat them.”

Noelle huffed. “We can eat them when they’re done, Bakasta.”

“Everyone just try your best,” said Gordon so quietly that Zora wasn’t sure if the rest of the table could hear him.

“The decorating contest will last half-an-hour and will start when we ring the bell, okay?” Charmy said, and Zora could barely stifle his laugh as Luck stood up from his chair and rang the bell repeatedly at her question. Charmy huffed at him. “Not yet, Luck.”

“Why not?” Luck pouted, and Charmy shook her head but turned to the table at large.

“Are we all ready to start?”

As his companions nodded in agreement, Zora leaned back in his chair and shrugged his shoulders. “As we’ll ever be.”

“Alright. Now, Luck.”

Positively beaming, Luck rang the bell multiple times until Vanessa finally patted his shoulder and gently suggested, “That’s enough. Why don’t you go decorate your cookies now?”

Zora couldn’t help but laugh as Luck scurried back into his seat and began slapping icing in big spoonfuls onto one of his cookies teasing Magna that he would finish decorating much faster than him. It wasn’t long before those two bozos had more icing on themselves than on their cookies.

To Zora’s right, Gordon, Grey, and Gauche were being much more careful—cautiously painting their cookies with the tiniest bits of icing of various colors. It wouldn’t have surprised him if Gauche’s cookie was starting to look more and more like Marie as time went on, though he was too far away to get a good look at it. Gordon was closest, and he seemed to be making a Black Bulls robe for his snowman cookie while Grey and Henry passed the powdered sugar back and forth.

Farther down the table, Noelle was scolding Asta for covering his cookie in the sprinkles she wanted to use, and Vanessa was laughing and mopping up the wine Finral had spilt when he was reaching for one of the bowls of icing.

He didn’t look nearly as amused as he whined, “This is my favourite shirt, Vanessa.”

“Use some white wine to get the stain out. It’ll be fine.” Still laughing, she shrugged and waved her hand before she finished the little bit of wine that was still in her glass.  

Zora was laughing some himself when he saw Liebe steal a bowl of gumdrops from Secre when she wasn’t looking and caught Charmy sneaking a couple bites of her cookie while everyone else was preoccupied, breaking her own rules she was so concerned about in the first place.

“Aren’t you going to decorate too?” asked a frosting-covered Magna peering over his shoulder.

With a sigh, Zora peered down at his plate of cookies, but he shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. I’m just thinkin’ about how to decorate them.” He tilted his head teasingly. “And you’re not supposed to help me, remember?”

“Oh forget the rules! Like you said, we were never going to follow them anyway. Even Charmy’s breaking them.”

“I am not!” Charmy protested defensively, but the bits of frosted cookie on her sweater suggested otherwise.

“You’re covered in crumbs,” teased Vanessa, playfully poking her in the side.

“Those are from earlier.”  

“Charmy—” Magna huffed but was interrupted by Luck triumphantly shoving his cookie in his face.

“I finished first!” he exclaimed, puffing out his chest with pride as he showed off his “masterpiece” to his friends.  

Zora’s brow furrowed. “What is it exactly?”

“It’s a dragon!”

“What does a dragon have to do with Christmas?” asked Magna quirking an eyebrow at him.

“It’s a Christmas dragon,” Luck insisted, and Magna rolled his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as a Christmas dragon.”

Chuckling cheerfully, Luck teased in an almost sing-song voice, “You’re just jealous that you didn’t think of it and that I finished decorating before you.”

“You’re not done, dumbbell,” interrupted Zora motioning to Luck’s plate of a handful of undecorated cookies.

“Well I still have one finished, but Magna doesn’t have any and you haven’t even started yet.” He bounced up and down shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “You should get started, Zora, otherwise you’ll come in last place.”

“It’s not that kind of a competition, Luck,” huffed Magna returning to his cookie decorating.

With a tilt of his head, Zora glanced over the clock. Their half-hour of decorating time was slipping away quickly. He sighed. He didn’t have the slightest idea what to do. He wasn’t exactly a master decorator and hadn’t decorated cookies since he was a kid.

Something dulled but familiar ached in his chest at that thought. Decorating cookies around the holidays was something he had always done with his dad, and it felt strange to be sitting here now, staring at a plate of sugar cookies and bowls of icing—all grown up without him.

*-*-*

“Look what I made, Dad!” exclaimed Zora excitedly holding up his decorated sugar cookie to his father. His dad made a show of inspecting the cookie—a snowman with candies for eyes and a bright red licorice scarf.

“Hm…very fine craftsmanship. Notice how the artist has used both icing and candy for his decorations—very inventive.” His father’s eyes twinkled at him as his face lit up into a bright, warm smile. “I give it a 10 out of 10 for presentation, but how does it taste?”

He handed the cookie back to Zora for him to try, but he shook his head insisting, “I made it for you.”

“Well alright then.” His dad hummed as he bit into the cookie. “Mhm…delicious. 10 out of 10 for taste too. You definitely win this year’s Ideale cookie competition.”

Chuckling, Zora rolled his eyes. “It’s not a competition. Dad. There’s just me—I can’t win if there aren’t any other people playing too.”

His dad’s face softened, and he ruffled his hand through Zora’s hair. “Who knows maybe someday you’ll get to decorate cookies with your friends.” He pulled his son into a tight hug. “But no matter what, I’ll always be rooting for you.”

*-*-*

The usually hard lines of Zora’s face softened at the memory, and his mouth twitched into the slightest bittersweet smile as he watched his squad mates—his friends—in all their cookie decorating chaos. His dad would have loved them, chaos, quirks, and all. A warm feeling spread through the ache in his chest, and he blinked his misty eyes at them. His dad would have loved how soft his squad was making him too.

After wiping his sleeve across his eyes, Zora reached out and picked up one of the cookies on his plate shaped like a snowman. With a playful, lopsided grin, he gathered his various colors of icing, candies for the eyes, and red licorice for the scarf. As he stared down in triumph at his ingredients, he could no longer hold back the smile that tugged at his mouth or the thought that tugged at his heart, Wish me luck, Dad.

[newtthetranswriter]

Hihi saw your post about wanting request so thought I'd send one!!!

How about a drabbles of Finral, Zora, Klaus, and Nozel would react to someone flirting with them in front of their s/o /someone putting their s/o down to make themselves look better??

Lots of love and hope ya get more request! ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

Parings & Word counts: Finral x Reader 957 words, Zora x Reader 882 words, Klaus x Reader 985 words, Nozel x Reader 690 words

Warning: Bullying, mentions of alcohol, if I missed anything please let me know

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting. I enjoyed writing this especially because there is not enough love for the Black Clover men out there. I went with a gender neutral reader as you didn’t specify so I hope that’s fine. I also kind of split the prompts, Finral and Kalus are reacting to someone putting down their s/o and Zora and Nozel are someone flirting with them in front of their s/o. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate. 

Finral:

    Finral may have a history of being a playboy but that all changed. After you agreed to go out with him, he flipped his script real fast. The only person he had eyes for was you, going as far as telling Langris he was no longer interested in Lady Finesse and wishes them both well. Having you as a partner was like a dream come true for him, you didn’t care that he was the disgraced son of the Vaude family, or that his magic was only good for support. You just wanted him to be happy and You helped him feel more confident in himself and his abilities.

  For the first time in his life finral actually felt secure in a relationship and would do everything in his power to keep the relationship healthy. So, imagine his shock when he notices you shying away from his affection while out on a date. Normally he could hold your hand, kiss your cheeks or hold you to his side as you walk through the markets of Kikka, but for some reason you pulled away every time he tried to show affection. 

  “Hey, Y/n is everything okay? You normally don’t mind holding hands and stuff.” He asked quietly, sounding almost scared that he did something wrong or misunderstood what you were comfortable with.

  Before you could respond another voice Finral did not recognize, started to speak. “Well if it isn’t Y/n, when you said you were joining the Magic Knights I thought you'd at least try but I guess the Black Bulls are probably the only squad willing to take a weakass mage like yourself.” Turning his attention to the person who so rudely interrupted his date, the spacial mage could quickly tell this was some pompous noble. What he couldn’t tell though was how they knew you and why they were being rude.

  “Excuse me, who are you?” Finral asked, his tone showing he was not pleased at all with how this person was acting.

  Scoff in offense the noble spoke again. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’ll have you know, I’m Claire Elric, you know the family of mages who specialize in Alchemy magic.” The snob, Claire identified herself. “And I was talking with an old friend. I suggest you mind your own business but then again judging from your robe you’re also a Black Bull so you probably don’t understand respect.” Claire stated matter of factly. 

  Rolling his eyes, Finral spoke again. “It was a rhetorical question, you could be the king’s kid for all I care, it doesn't give you the right to talk down to people for no reason.” He started not having the patience for assholes. “Y/n is a powerful mage, and works hard everyday to help our squad get better. Not only that but they are extremely kind and caring, so I suggest you treat them with respect.”

  Having been silently watching from behind Finral since Claire first spoke, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face. Finral was never the confrontational type, but here he is defending you from one of your life long bullies. Being behind him though you could also tell from the look on her face that Claire was ready to snap, and it would probably be best to leave before stuff goes south. “Finral, we should just go. It’s not a big deal, she’s right anyway the Bulls are the only squad that would take a mage like me.” You said gently pulling at his sleeve trying to get him to drop it and go. 

  Sadly your pleas were left unanswered as Finral was not going to stand for someone convincing his lovely partner they were less than perfect. “No Y/n, we aren’t leaving just yet. Not until this ass realizes that it’s not a bad thing you are part of the Black Bulls.” He said looking over at you before turning back to the now scowling noble. “Like I said before Y/n is a valuable member of our Squad and any other Squad would be lucky to have them. But Judging from your lack of any squad robe, you weren’t even good enough for any, so instead of spending your time looking down on others who have done more than you, maybe you should try being a better person.” 

   Claire’s scowl went from mildly upset to pissed real fast. Before she could even think to respond Finral quickly used his magic to open a small portal at the noble’s feet and watched as she fell through it. You looked at him shocked before speaking. “One, thank you for standing up for me. Claire has been a bully since we were young. And two, where the hell did you send her?” You were grateful she was gone but you hoped it wasn’t going to lead to problems for you later.

  “Oh I just sent her to the farthest place I could without using too much mana. Don’t worry she’ll be fine though it may take her a while to get back, I hear Hage is a few days walk from castle town.” He said with a smirk. “And I’ll alway defend you, no one should talk down to you for any reason. I mean it, you are an amazing and valuable member of the Black Bulls. I know I for one would be lost without you.” With that Finral pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your forehead before continuing throughout the market. You would probably get a complaint later about Finral stranding a noble in the forsaken realm, in a few days but hey that’s nothing new for the Black Bulls, plus Yami will probably find it funny.

Zora:

   Finding time for the two of you to go and enjoy yourselves while being part of the Black Bulls is a hassle. Hell even days off aren’t off limits from chaos as Asta proved when he went to Nean and had a run in with The Eye of the Midnight Sun. So the moment Captain Yami even started to say it was time for everyone to have a day off, you and Zora were out of the hideout and without a second thought.

   You guys made your way to a village where hopefully none of the crazier members of the squad would end up and made sure you weren’t followed. Peace and quiet in the misfit squad were hard to come by so you weren’t risking it. Making your way to the local pub, you and Zora sat at a small table only big enough for two and as far from the crowd that had gathered. Planning to enjoy a nice lunch before walking the town and just being together.

   Unfortunately maybe the pub was not the best idea for a lunch date. You guys had agreed on it because it would be cheaper than one of the cafes or restaurants around the village. What you hadn’t factored in was the numerous drunkards who either just started their day of drinking or were still there after their night of drinking. In all honesty it took longer than one would expect for one of these drunks to cause a problem but hey it still happened. 

  You had been mid-sentence about how you hid Magna’s flan the other day and blamed Luck, just to cause some trouble, when some drunk lady stumbled over to your table. “Ex-cuse me, but could I of-ffer you a drink?” The lady said eye one Zora’s shirtless torso, completely ignoring you and the fact Zora could not look less interested in her.

  “No. Anyway, Y/n next time we should go a step further instead of just hiding Magna’s food we should -” Zora started plotting how to mess with the resident idiots after turning down the drunk. Only to get halfway through his thought before Drunky spoke again.

  “Come o-on handsome, I’m ssure I can give you a great time.” She slurred as she tried to get his attention. Zora just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore her. “Don’t be like thaat, I just want to ssee whatss behind that mask.” The Drunk was clearly to far down the drain to realize she had zero chance.

  Being totally done with the lady you decided to take it on yourself to get her to leave. “Hey drunky, he’s not interested. Also we are kinda in the middle of a date and I would appreciate it if you left my boyfriend alone.” You said, making it clear you did not want to deal with her while still being somewhat polite. The lady just scoffed at you before turning back to Zora.

  “I know I can give you bett-tter time then this buzz kill.” She said now leaning on the table. You were trying to hide your frustration, when the drunk did something that made the normally calm mage across from you let out his own frustration. While trying to seduce him by running her fingers along his jaw, the lady had the nerve to try and pull his mask from his face.

  Standing probably faster than you’ve seen him move in while, Zora completely loses his cool. “Do not touch me and definitely do not touch my mask. We tried to be polite but you leave me no choice. No one would want anything to do with a hopeless drunk who has nothing better to do than interrupt a couple on the first date they’ve had in months, and then touch one of them without permission after being told twice to leave.” The whole time he spoke he had the lady’s wrist in his hand, not a tight enough grasp to break it or leave lasting damage but it was clear from his white knuckles there would likely be a bruise.

  Deciding it’s probably best for Zora to not catch an assault charge for possibly injuring a civilian on day off, you step in. Resting a hand on his shoulder you spoke up. “Hey, let's just go back to the hideout. I know we wanted peace and quiet but that clearly isn’t gonna happen here.” Zora thought for a second before dropping the lady’s wrist and wrapped his arm over your shoulders leading you out of the pub ignoring the eyes of the few patrons who weren’t unconscious.

  “Sorry our date got ruined by that lady.” You apologized hoping to ease some of the tension clear on Zora’s face.

  He just shook his head. “Not your fault. I think we should just accept the madness we deal with. I mean where’s the fun in life if someone isn’t being crazy.” Zora made a valid point.

  Chuckling as you made your way back to the Black Bulls’ base. “You’re right, if we wanted quite we probably shouldn’t have joined the Black Bulls of all squads.” You laughed as you reached the hideout and were greeted with the tell tale yelling from Magna and Luck fighting over who knows what this time.

Klaus: 

  Being at the Golden Dawn’s base was intimidating to begin with, now add not being a member of the top squad and it feels like even breathing wrong could get you yelled at. Luckily you were only there to get your boyfriend for the date you had planned, it was rare that you got the same days off so you liked to take advantage of it whenever you could. Normally, Klaus would either meet you at the date location or come get you from your base, but for some reason he had requested you meet at the Golden Dawn’s headquarters.

  You had been greeted at the door by Mimosa who said Klaus was just finishing up a quick meeting with the Captain and then he’d be ready to go. While waiting Mimosa offered to sit and chat so you didn’t feel so out of place, your Black robe standing out in the sea of golden ones. Accepting the offer you and Mimosa sat by a window enjoying some tea while chatting about recent missions and laughing at some stories of Klaus making a fool of himself over Asta. 

  Completely engrossed in Mimosa’s story about how concerned Klaus was when they found Asta passed out in the cave near Nean, you failed to notice the green haired mage approaching the two of you. “Yes, he really said he was only worried because if Asta was hurt then you would be upset and he didn’t want to see you cry.” Mimosa said holding in laughter also not noticing her Squadmate approaching.

   “When did we start letting the riff raff lounge around our base?” Letoile said, as she looked at you with what could only be described as disgust.

   “I’m sorry, what do you mean by that Letoile?” Mimosa asked, confused why her squadmate would say something like that.

   The compass mage scoffed. “I mean, when was it okay for a Black Bull to just hang around the Golden Dawn’s base, shouldn’t they be with the other commoners and criminals?” Every word that came out hurt, sure you had heard it all before, the Black Bulls weren’t exactly the most respected squad, but this time it felt personal.

  Mimosa watched as the color drained from your face, she could tell you were debating leaving even before Klaus was ready to go. “Y/n has every right to be here. They may not be a member of this squad but they are still a Magic Knight. Besides they’re waiting on Klaus, it’s not like they’re trying to move in.” The royal tried to defend you, but it seemed her words only gave the other woman more fuel for her fire.

  “Oh that’s right, you’re Klaus’s charity case. The little commoner who barely managed to help save him in that dungeon. I don’t know how you convinced a noble like him to go out with you but he could do so much better. I mean he’s surrounded by powerful mages everyday and he picked a weak peasant like you. You probably used some forbidden spell to get his attention, huh?” Letoile said with a pointed look, clearly enjoying the clear turmoil on your face. She paused trying to think of more insults, hoping to find the one to get you to run off. 

  Unfortunately for her, it was at that moment a certain purple eyed mage decided to clear his throat. Everyone froze, Klaus may be calm and collected most of the time but when he’s upset it can get scary. “I don’t know what you think you gain from being rude to my partner, Letoile but I suggest you apologize and then leave them alone.” He said voice never changed from his usual calm and strict tone.  The green haired mage mumbled a quick apology and quickly ran off. Klaus then turned to Mimosa. “Thank you Mimosa for keeping them company while I was busy, and for standing up for them as well.” The red head nodded and quickly bid farewell before giving you to space.

  “So how much of the interaction did you see?” You asked quietly as Klaus moved to help you stand from the table you were sitting at.

  “The whole time, I heard you laughing about Mimosa’s retelling of what happened in Nean and was going to join you before she said much else when I saw Letoile approach. I wanted to see what she wanted.” He explained with a slight frown. “I’m sorry I should have stepped in sooner, I was curious to see how other members of the squad would react to you when I wasn’t present.” It was clear from his tone that he was truly sorry for the things his team mate said.

  Resting a hand on his arm you spoke up. “It’s fine Klaus, sure what she said hurt but having you and Mimosa stand up for me means a lot. In all honesty I’ve heard worse, I’m a Black Bull after all.” Hearing you laugh at your last comment brought a smile to his face. 

 “Are you sure you’re okay, you looked close to crying or running?” He asked as he pointed out how clear it was you had been uncomfortable.

  “Yes I’m fine. I can’t say what she said didn’t hurt but knowing how much you truly support me and seeing how much you’ve changed since meeting me and Asta, I know everything she said was out of jealousy.” You answered, now enjoying the look of slight confusion on his face.

  “Jealousy? What do you mean?” Klaus was truly perplexed.

  “Yeah, She’s just jealous I got the best guy and I didn’t even have to try.” You said, finishing the statement placing a kiss to the steel mage’s cheek. Klaus at a loss for words, his face bright red from the kiss, just held your hand and guided you out of the base towards the originally planned date.

Nozel:

   To put simply Nozel is clueless when it comes to people flirting with him. To even start dating you had to straight up say you liked him and wanted to go on a date. That being said he is the most thoughtful man ever in a relationship. Believing that his partner deserves the world and all of his focus. So when a random member of his squad started flirting with him, he had no idea. 

   The first couple of times you had been out either on missions or just running a few errands, so you weren’t there to tell him this girl wasn’t just being kind to him but in fact trying to seduce him. Sure his younger siblings had been around and tried to tell him after the girl had left that she was flirting with him, but he only has eyes for you and in his eyes it’s clear he’s off limits, so surely Solid and Nebra are seeing things.

  He only realizes that his siblings were right when the same girl came up and started flirting with him, while at a feast the Silver Eagles were holding for some reason. You and Nozel were sitting together having a conversation about how he should try being nicer to Noelle, when little miss heart eyes popped up.

   “Hello Captain Nozel. How’s your day going?” The girl asked clearly unfazed by the glare both the captain and you gave her at the interruption. After hearing the quick fine breathed out by the now eerily calm Captain, she kept speaking. “That’s good to hear, I spent the day training and was thinking maybe you could give me some pointers on how to be more effective in combat?” She asked, twirling her hair and trying to act cute. 

  Nozel being clueless, and just annoyed that his conversation was interrupted by idle chatter mumbled a sure and turned to go back to his previous discussion. “Wow Captain, you are probably the best Captain there is, being willing to train even the lowest members of your squad. I can’t wait to learn from such an amazing mage.” The silver haired Captain just nodded and made to look back at you. “Do you do this for all your squad mates or am I just that special to you Nozel?” The girl went from subtle flirting to not trying to hide real quick.

  “Honey I hate to break it to you, but Nozel is like this with everyone. He stopped listening to your squeaky ass voice the second you interrupted our conversation.” You said being done with the girl’s clear lack of care for those around her. “Besides take it from the person he’s dating, flirting will get you nowhere. Now if you don’t mind Me and my boyfriend here are gonna leave and if I hear even a suggestion that you’ve been flirting with him again you will wish you never looked in his direction.” With that you stood up, Nozel following without protest because he just wanted some peace.

  “She wasn’t flirting with me was she?” He asked as you exited the dining hall making your way to your room at the Silver Eagles Base. 

  You couldn’t help but laugh at how clueless he could be. “Nozel honey, it was so painfully obvious to everyone she’s been flirting with you. Hell your siblings have told me previously that she’s done it and those two are so absorbed in their own delusions of greatness I’m shocked they noticed before you.” He just stared at you perplexed as he really thought, his siblings were fucking with him. Thinking for a moment he just nodded in acceptance entering your shared room ready to call it a night. “You know, for a Magic Knight Captain, you are really clueless sometimes. I’m sure even Fuegolen could have been able to tell she was flirting and that man can’t understand sarcasm.” 

   Hearing the mention of his rival Nozel glared at you as he undid the braid at the front of his hair. “Not funny.” He said full of seriousness, but from the slight smile he knew you were only joking.

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Hmm.. could we get some Yunleo headcanons? They are all that have been on my mind lately.

*Jumps over the table to you with hugs* You are a godsent, anon! Of course! :D For these, I'm gonna stick with non-tickle; I hope that's okay!

-The first time Leopold witnessed Yuno's magic, it was love at first sight. He's a guy who loves a strong rival, so to not only have said strong rival, but to also have him as his boyfriend? He couldn't be happier.

-Outside his grimoire, Yuno's reading skills are fairly limited. He grew up as a commoner and in a run down church at that, so things like school were organized by Sister Lily. She did the best she could, but Yuno's still fairly embarrassed by it. Leopold helps him learn to read better, one grand fairy tale and brave hero storybook at a time.

-Leopold has a mild inferiority complex. It's due to being constantly compared to his siblings and their achievements. Yuno makes it his mission everyday to remind Leopold that he's amazing in his own right, and that his accomplishments are his own, not anyone elses.

-Neither can cook. Leopold gets too fired up in the kitchen- literally- and burns everything he touches. Yuno only knows how to make potatoes and even they're never quite the way Sister Lily makes them. Somehow together, they can pull together a half-decent meal.

-Leopold is an awful singer (Canonically the 2nd worst) but he'll still make up random songs that highlight Yuno's great feats. Yuno loves each and every one of them- even if he's a tad embarrassed. He might also use his wind magic to muffle the sound- what you didn't hear that from me.

-Yuno will 1000% melt at forehead kisses. He thinks it's really cute when Leopold goes to do so and has to stand on his toes to reach him. He might do the lean back thing whoops- He also loves gentle cheek kisses too, so either way he's a happy camper. Leopold loves them too, but nothing beats a proper peck on the lips by his boyfriend. That alone can motivate him to do anything.

Thanks for reading!

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ok sorry here's a prompt I found rly quick :)

Person A needs help falling asleep so person B helps them

sorry I can't do prompts well skkdjjshjsjbds

Ah ok, I can do this...

Perfect Peace

Omega!Henry x Alpha!Gordon

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Henry laid there silently in his bed, staring at the blank ceiling. Henry just couldn't get any sleep. It was extremely late, 12: 00 midnight, yet Henry was wide awake.

Usually, Henry had no problem sleeping but currently, he was having a hard time. Henry just laid there with his eyes closed, waiting for his mind to drift off to Dreamland. But it never happened.

Nothing helped Henry to go to sleep, not even clearing his mind helped.

Henry rolled over on his side, the bed creaking lightly as Henry slipped out of his bed and stood up with his blanket draped loosely over his shoulders. Henry wrapped his blanket tightly around his body and sauntered slowly out of his room and into the cold hallway of the base.

Henry walked slowly, the stairs squeaking lightly under his weight as he went down them with caution. The air was cold, with the scent of the vanilla cake they had after dinner lingering in the air. Henry shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders and headed into the kitchen.

Henry opened the cabinet and grabbed a mug then headed to the fridge and took out a jug of milk. Screwing the cap off the milk, he slowly poured some milk into the waiting mug.

“Unlike you to be awake at this time...”

A small voice spoke from the darkness, barely audible yet it still spooked Henry, making him spill the milk a bit. Henry strained his eyes in the darkness to see who it was.

“Gordon...?” Henry asked the darkness. Gordon came up closer to Henry, the moonlight from the kitchen window illuminating his figure.

“Hey Henry...” Gordon gave Henry a small smile.

“Hey...” Henry spoke in his normal slow and calm voice, screwing the cap back on the milk and storing it back in the fridge.

“What are you doing up?” Gordon asked standing close to Henry, wiping up the spilled milk with a cloth. “You'd usually be fast asleep by now...”

“I... can't sleep...” Henry gave a short and slow answer as he stirred some honey into his milk before placing it in the microwave and setting it for 2 minutes.

Gordon wrapped his arms around Henry and hugged him tightly. Henry leaned into Gordon's embrace, enjoying the much needed body heat that Gordon provided.

“Maybe I could assist you.” Gordon suggested, opening the microwave once the microwave timer beeped. “I can help you get some rest...”

“That… would be… wonder…ful.” Henry said quietly, taking the mug in his hands. The warm mug felt warm but not too hot against his hands.

Gordon lifted Henry's frail figure easily into his arms, since Henry was so thin, it made him easy for Gordon to carry despite the height difference.

Henry nuzzled into Gordon's chest with a small purr as Gordon carried Henry up the stairs, handling him with extreme care as he headed up to Henry's place of solitude.

Gordon opened the door, slowly entering Henry's cold room. Gordon carefully laid Henry down on the bed, making sure not to disturb Henry's drink.

“Do you need anything else before we settle down?” Gordon asked, lightly stroking Henry's cheek with his thumb, earning another small purr.

“No... I'm... fine...” Henry said slowly, resting his hand against Gordon's hand.

“Ok then.” Gordon smiled, going around to the other side of the bed and slowly easing himself onto the mattress and snuggled up to Henry.

“Mmh... Thank you....” Henry leaned into Gordon's warm body, taking a small sip of his hot beverage.

“Sing to... me...” Henry asked, pressing his nose into Gordon's chest.

“I don't know, I can't sing...” Gordon rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.

“Then hum... something...” Henry asked, giving Gordon puppy dog eyes.

“Ok...” Gordon sighed, effectively being won over by Henry's begging.

Gordon hummed softly while tenderly stroking the top of Henry's head. Henry purred, resting his head against Gordon's chest and closed his eyes, continuing to sip his drink.

Henry began to relax, his breathing slowed as he grew drowsy. The atmosphere was calm and soothing, Gordon took Henry's cup and set it down, gently rubbing his wrist against Henry's head, spreading his Dandelion scent on Henry.

“Sleep tight, sweetie...” was the last thing Henry heard before is senses dulled completely and he fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Gordon smiled as he lifted Henry gently off his chest and laid him down as he eased his way down onto his back, making sure not to make the bed creak too much. Once fully comfortable, Gordon took Henry in his arms once again.

“Sweet dreams...” Gordon muttered before his eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to sleep.