#nozel silva reader insert

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＃BLACK CLOVER !! ♡ — NOZEL ALPHABET HEADCANONS.

#. synopsis! — a nozel headcanon for every letter of the alphabet .

#. characters! — nozel .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

A: affection. | are they affectionate? how do they show affection?

Nozel can be surprisingly affectionate in spite of his cold exterior. When it comes to his lover, he tends to let his guard down after a while, and in doing so, he affords you the right to see the softer, sweeter sides of him when it’s just the two of you. Nozel tends to show his love physically, —he’s not great with words and fears he might say the wrong thing or come off the wrong way, so he settles for letting his hands roam the plane of your shoulders and letting his lips capture yours as your back is pressed against his bedroom wall. He might not say “I love you” as often as he should, but he hopes his actions are enough to get the point across.

B: bizarre. | something strange they do or a weird quirk they have with or without their partner?

Nozel eats everything with silverware, even when it would be worlds easier to do it with his hands. You tend to think it’s just a silly quirk he’s developed since childhood, growing up royal and all, but you still can’t help but smile when you see him do it. It’s genuinely really cute!

C: comfort. | are they good at comforting their partner? how do they do it?

Nozel isn’t great at offering comfort to people. He’s not even good at comforting himself. Even so, he tries his best when it comes to you, even if it’s not always very effective. It’s hard to stay miserable when he makes the effort, pushing himself out of his comfort zone to pat your back and tell you everything will be okay, even when the future seems uncertain or bleak. The fact that he tries means the world to you.

D: domestic. | how do they feel about settling down? do they cook/clean?

Nozel, coming from a royal bloodline, tends to value more traditional unions. Marriage is something he holds in high regard, and he’s of the belief that when you promise your love to someone forever, you should do your best to uphold that promise, day in and day out. As for cooking or cleaning, Nozel doesn’t tend to do either (and never really learned how.) His family was very well-off, so others cooked his meals and cleaned up his messes. Still, he wouldn’t mind learning the basics or helping you around the house, although his busy schedule as a Captain may well get in the way more often than not.

E: ending. | if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

Nozel would do it in person and would probably be a little cold in his delivery. When he’s faced with feelings he doensn’t want to delve into, he tends to stuff them down in hopes of numbing them out. All the sadness and guilt would likely manifest as indifference, but deep down, he’d mourn for months to come and have a very difficult time moving on.

F: future. | do they think about the future? how does it look?

Nozel is always thinking about the future, whether professionally or personally, and he really hopes you’ll be in it. He likes the idea of having someone to come home to, having someone to rely on, having someone to share his most intimate moments with. For all his independence, he enjoys thinking about sharing meals with you after long days and retreating to bed after harsh times, wrapping you up in his strong arms, holding you close. Moreover, he likes to think you’re hoping for the same, even if only every now and again.

G: gifts. | how often do they give their partner gifts? what kind of gifts are they?

Nozel is nothing short of wealthy, and what he has, his partner will have in turn. Gift giving is probably his main love language since it’s a bit hands off and he can put a lot of time and thought into it on his own time. Jewelry is a staple of his gifts, —shimmering crystals dangling from the lobes of your ears or hanging around your neck, shining stones on your fingers (that many people often mistake for engagement rings), and finely crafted beads hooked around your wrists that he agonized over choosing for you. He certainly isn’t above coming home with flowers, newly crafted weaponry or armour, and any other array of trinkets or indulgences for you and your hobbies.

H: honesty. | are they honest with their partner? do they keep secrets?

Nozel is both brutally honest and painfully secretive, which is a strange mixture, but one he learns to temper over time for your sake. It might take a while, but eventually, he finds a nice middleground where he can express things to you while also protecting your feelings, as well as be honest about things without causing you too much worry or concern. Just as well, he does eventually figure out how to let himself be vulnerable, and while he may still keep things to himself every now and again (if for nothing more than to save some face), he does his best to be as open as he can.

I: i love you. | how fast do they say the L word? who says it first?

Nozel probably won’t say it first, but he would definitely say it back, and probably with reckless abandon. As soon as you work up the courage to confess the true extent of your feelings for him, he’d be quick to return the favor, and the relief of you feeling the same would be palpable. It wouldn’t be quick or easy for either of you, honestly, but the time and effort would be well worth it.

J: jealousy. | do they get jealous? does it show?

Nozel can be a bit of a jealous person, —not because he doesn’t trust you, but just because he’s kind of insecure about relationships in general. This gets better over time, and he doesn’t tend to act on it, but it’s a familiar sting that he knows a little bit too well. He likes to think he hides it well, but you always notice, even if you don’t say anything about it. Instead, you just give him a little bit more affection to offer some reassurance, and that tends to work like a charm.

K: kisses. | what kind of kisses do they like to give/receive?

Nozel is a lips man through and through. If he’s kissing you, nine times out of ten, he’s pressing his lips to yours and is hoping you don’t mind the way he holds it for a while too long. He’s definitely not above giving some forehead kisses though. Strangely enough though, his favorite place to be kissed is his shoulder. It feels warm and intimate, and he really relishes in that.

L: likes and dislikes. | favorite and least favorite things about being in the relationship?

Nozel’s favorite thing about being in a relationship is having someone to confide in. Having gone so long keeping up a certain image and never letting the mask slip, it feels way too good to be able to be his true self behind closed doors with you and not worry that any shred of weakness might push you away. Still, Nozel is and always has been an introverted person, and he doesn’t like feeling guilty when he doesn’t share something with you immediately because he needs time to think it over. It’s not even that you make him feel that way, —it’s largely something he does to himself, and he wishes that weren’t the case.

M: mornings. | how do they spend mornings with their partner?

Nozel is pretty indifferent to mornings. Waking up kind of just is what it is within itself. Even so, he’s a tad more affectionate when the two of you are in bed together, and he much prefers to take “five more minutes” when he can, even if all that entails is faking sleep to count the beats of your heart.

N: nicknames. | what do they call their partner?

Nozel likes to call you “my angel” or “my love” more often than not, but he’s also impartial to “darling.”

O: out of character. | what is something people would be hard pressed to believe they do/enjoy in a relationship?

Nozel loves to be fawned over. It even takes you a while to figure that out, because he’s definitely not the type to just outright ask for attention, but there are definitely times where he wants nothing more than to have you all over him, being the clingiest person imaginable.

P: pda. | do they like public displays of affection? if so, what types?

Nozel’s not a fan of PDA. He’s not embarrassed to be in love, but he does have an image to keep up, and he prefers to be affectionate behind closed doors.

Q: quirk. | what is something they do that their partner finds cute or endearing?

Nozel’s very strict and serious persona that he always upholds in front of his squad has become something of a novelty to you after having gotten to know him so well. It’s a very different side of him to the fairly sweet, somewhat tempered man you share your most tempered moments with.

R: rough times. | arguments? how often and in what manner?

Nozel tends to get frustrated more than genuinely angry. He might raise his voice from time to time, but all his time as a leader has given him some pretty solid reasoning and problem-solving skills, all of which he utilizes in his personal affairs. As long as there’s no egging him on purposefully, he can usually see through the initial upset and deal with whatever has gone wrong after he takes a bit to think and work things over by himself.

S: sensitive. | what’s a sore spot for them that their partner should steer clear of?

Nozel doesn’t like to be pressed about his family dynamics. He’ll open up about them in time, but only when he’s ready, and he’d much rather do so when he truly feels comfortable.

T: thrill. | do they need surprises in a relationship, or do they prefer a routine?

Nozel prefers routine and stability. His schedule can often be overwhelming, and as a Captain for a Magic Knight Squad, he gets his fair share of thrill and surprise while on the job. Really, the last thing he wants is to come home and not know what to expect there. Within reason, he doens’t mind surprise dates or something of the like, but he would definitely rather be in the know and have a solid idea of what’s going on.

U: unacceptable. | what is something they cannot tolerate in a relationship? what is something they would never do?

Nozel couldn’t tolerate someone being overly critical of him in a relationship. He’s hard enough on himself in just about every aspect of his life, so to hear his insecurities constantly echoed back at him would be way too much to shoulder. Nozel would also never project that outwardly and is surprisingly careful not to be nitpicky of his lover. He knows what it’s like to feel like all eyes are always on you, waiting for you to make a mistake, and the last thing he’d want for someone he loves so intimately is to cause any low feelings about the place held in their relationship.

V: vanity. | how concerned are they about their looks? are they insecure about them?

Nozel can be a bit vain, but it might come as a surprise at first that most of his external arrogance is more of an act than anything else. He sees himself as very attractive, and he puts both time and effort into keeping his appearances up, —but in his personal life, he tends to be a lot more tame about stroking his own ego. He also isn’t one for insecurity as it pertains to his looks, but it never hurts to throw him some bones and tell him he looks handsome every now and again.

W: wild card. | random headcanon?

Nozel really likes to style his partner’s hair, especially in braids. He’d take all the necessary time to understand the needs and texture of your hair, and would work with that accordingly.

X: xoxo. | how often do they hug/kiss their significant other?

Nozel isn’t anywhere near as stingy with affection as most people would assume of him. At the very least, he’s kissing you good morning and goodnight, but he tends to throw in a lot of back hugs and he adores the way you slip into his arms when he gets back from a mission.

Y: yearning. | how do they feel when their partner is away?

Nozel prefers it when you’re next to him, but that’s not always viable. When the two of you are apart, he thinks of you often and likes to remind himself of the warmth of your skin against his and the sweetness of your lips on his mouth. He’s a little too sentimental about it for his own good from time to time, but hey, what’s a lovesick fool to do?

Z: zzz. | how do they sleep with their partner? how do they sleep alone?

Nozel has long been a restless sleeper, but that simmers down quite a lot after getting used to having you in his bed. When he’s alone, it tends to be shallower, but it’s nothing that would stop him from doing his job. He moves around more and tends to stir awake a few times throughout the night. With you, however, his rest is usually more fulfilling, and his favorite position is him resting on his back with your head on his chest.

[redginganinja]

Nozel x Reader

Hey all.... Slowly trying to get back into writing and adding some fandoms to the list. One I'm into right now is Black Clover....

Anyways, here's a somewhat self indulgent fic for Nozel Silva x female reader.

Prologue

Y/N POV

Hissing in anger, I slammed my fist into the door, the solid oak absorbing the impact with a dull thud. Its imposing presence loomed tall as the ceiling, a formidable barrier that seemed to mock my attempts to escape. Locked tightly, it denied me even a glimpse of freedom, leaving me feeling claustrophobic and trapped within its unforgiving embrace.

“Ahem…” a voice cleared their throat behind me, breaking the suffocating silence.

I groaned, the frustration evident in my tone. “What?” I snapped without turning around, my fist still pressed against the unyielding door.

“We really should get started…” a male voice began, his words carrying a sense of urgency. “Your father instructed me to prepare you for the arrival of the King, and the rest of the royals.”

"What’s to prepare?" I asked the tutor sarcastically, finally turning around to face him, my gaze sharp and unrelenting. "Smile, say pleasant things - I can manage…"

He scoffed dismissively, his demeanor brimming with conviction. “There is far more to it than that, my lady. They will be here in the morning, and you are woefully underprepared.”

I regarded him with thinly veiled disinterest, my patience wearing thin. “Locking me in here with you will not convince me to listen. In fact…” A mischievous grin danced upon my lips as I extended my hand, conjuring a surge of magic that crackled with energy, freezing him to the floor where he stood. “You can stay here, but I have plans…”

“You cannot! I - “

I cut off his protests with a smirk, reveling in the control I held over the situation. “Do I need to freeze your mouth as well?” I taunted, relishing in the power coursing through my veins.

He clamped his mouth shut, his eyes wide with apprehension, and I couldn't help but smile. “Thank you. I’m leaving - you will not scream for help, or there will be hell to pay later. I will be back tonight…”

“Your father..” he began, his voice meek.

“ - I do not care what my father says. You will keep quiet if you know what’s good for you.” I hissed, my tone leaving no room for argument as I gathered my belongings with purpose.

Ignoring his wary gaze, I swiftly collected my things, tossing a bag out the window in a calculated act of defiance. I strode behind the privacy screen, shedding the confines of my formal attire with a sense of liberation, exchanging them for the simple garments of a commoner - pants and a casual tunic that offered freedom of movement and anonymity in equal measure.

Emerging from behind the screen, I met his gaze head-on, my expression unyielding. “You will keep quiet until you see the sun rising on the horizon. If I’m not home by then, you may worry, and send someone after me. Understood?” I demanded, my words laced with an unmistakable air of command.

He gulped audibly, his compliance evident in the nod of his head, and I accepted it without hesitation, knowing that my departure would not go unnoticed for long.

With purposeful strides, I made my way to the window, summoning a gust of wind to carry me down to the awaiting bag below. The descent was swifter than I intended, and I landed with a huff, the impact driving the breath from my lungs as I dusted myself off.

Draping a cloak around my shoulders, I pulled the hood low over my features, concealing my identity from prying eyes as I ventured into the bustling streets below. The town was alive with activity, preparations for the royal visit evident in every corner as people scurried about, consumed by the chaos of anticipation.

Navigating the labyrinthine streets with practiced ease, I blended seamlessly into the throng of commoners, my stolen cloak affording me the anonymity I sought. With each step, I felt the weight of expectation slip away, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility that beckoned me forward into the unknown.

As I made my way through the streets, my senses were inundated with the vibrant spectacle of the town adorned in honor of the impending royal visit. Streamers danced in the breeze, and colorful signs adorned every corner, announcing the forthcoming festivities to all who passed by. The air buzzed with an electric energy as people hurried about, their frenzied movements a testament to the meticulous preparations underway - food stalls being erected, clothing stalls bustling with activity, and vendors hawking their wares in anticipation of the influx of visitors. It was a scene of organized chaos, a symphony of sights and sounds that enveloped me as I navigated through the throngs of people.

Despite the lively atmosphere, I found myself indifferent to the spectacle unfolding around me. The prospect of countless eyes upon me filled me with a sense of unease, a blush creeping to my cheeks at the mere thought of so many individuals recognizing me. With a resigned sigh, I pressed forward, my destination beckoning me with the promise of familiarity and solace amidst the chaos of the town.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, I was immediately greeted by the clamor of the bustling tavern - rowdy men engaged in spirited conversation, tankards of ale clashing against worn wooden tables in raucous celebration. A nostalgic smile tugged at my lips at the familiar sounds, a sense of belonging washing over me as I stepped into the warmth of the bustling establishment.

“Oi, girl! Where ya been?” A booming voice called out, cutting through the din of the tavern.

I chuckled in response, the affectionate banter of the patrons a welcome embrace. “I missed you too, Mort. How’ve you been?”

“Busy,” Mort grumbled, his weathered features creased in a bemused smile. “And the new girl is flailing…” He trailed off, nodding towards a young blonde woman struggling to navigate the crowded tavern with a tray of drinks in hand.

I grinned knowingly, my years of experience in this tavern lending me a sense of confidence in the chaotic environment. “Good thing I showed up when I did. Hand me a tray,” I replied, my tone laced with playful determination.

Mort chuckled heartily, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he passed me a serving tray. “I’ll pay you in beer,” he quipped, the familiar exchange eliciting a fond smile from me.

“Perfect,” I winked, accepting the tray with a grateful nod before making my way towards the beleaguered new waitress.

“Hey new girl, I’m here to help out. I’ll take some of the bigger tables - take a load off your shoulders,” I offered with a warm smile, extending a gesture of camaraderie to the overwhelmed young woman.

Her expression softened with relief, gratitude shining in her eyes as she accepted my assistance. “Thank you,” she replied earnestly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Just you wait - it gets a lot worse…” I reassured her with a laugh, offering a comforting pat on the shoulder. “But I’ve been slinging drinks for years, so I’ve got you covered.”

With a grateful nod, she turned her attention back to her duties, and I set off to tend to the needs of the tavern patrons. Moving from table to table, I greeted each patron with a warm smile, my focus solely on the task at hand as I navigated the bustling tavern with practiced ease. There was no time for pleasantries - the tavern was too slammed for such niceties - but with each drink served and each smile exchanged, I found myself slipping effortlessly into the rhythm of the familiar chaos, the promise of camaraderie and laughter guiding me through the bustling evening ahead.

A small group of imposing figures caught my eye, their attire betraying their status as magic knights - their robes, tattered and worn, spoke volumes of the battles they had faced and the challenges they had overcome. Despite my unease at their presence, I plastered on a smile, reminding myself of the reward awaiting me at the end of the night - cold, refreshing mugs of beer.

“What can I get for y’all?” I asked with forced cheerfulness, dispelling any notion of pleasantries in the face of the bustling tavern.

A large, dark-haired man in a tattered black robe grinned mischievously at me, his eyes alight with amusement. “Lots of beer, girl,” he teased, his words laced with playful banter.

I nodded in response, turning my attention to the thin man clad in a green robe beside him. “More beer than him…” he hissed, his demeanor sending a shiver down my spine. There was something unnerving about him, a sense of darkness that lingered in the air.

Next, I addressed the man in the crimson robe, his red hair framing a polite smile. “Just a beer, please,” he requested politely, his demeanor a stark contrast to the others at the table.

The man in the golden robe, his face concealed behind a mask, nodded in agreement, his silent acquiescence adding an air of mystery to his presence. Finally, I turned to the man in the blue robe, a braid of silver hair obscuring his features. “Water,” he spoke plainly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Suppressing a look at the odd request, I nodded in acknowledgment. “Very well… I’ll be back with your drinks shortly,” I informed them, turning on my heel and making my way behind the bar to fulfill their orders.

With practiced efficiency, I filled as many steins of beer as I could carry, balancing the water on top with ease. Returning to the table, I distributed the drinks with a sense of satisfaction, placing the water in front of the silver-haired man with an amused twinkle in my eye before handing out the beers to the others. “Just holler if you need something else,” I offered with a smile, my tone friendly yet professional.

Turning my attention back to the bustling tavern, I threw myself into the rhythm of the evening, serving patrons with renewed vigor as the night grew busier and busier. With each drink poured and each table served, I found myself growing progressively friendlier, my interactions with the patrons becoming more lighthearted and jovial as I indulged in chugs of beer between rounds.

Teasing and joking with those I served became second nature, my laughter mingling with the lively ambiance of the tavern as I navigated the bustling crowd with ease. However, when it came to the magic knights, I maintained a respectful distance, interacting with them only when necessary - which, given the drinking competition between the big man and the skinny man, was more frequent than I had anticipated.

I was startled from my serving flow when I heard a loud crash!, and the sounds of the tavern were abruptly silenced by the sudden disruption. All eyes turned towards the source of the commotion, which emanated from the new girl. She stood frozen, a tray of drinks scattered at her feet, her expression a mixture of shock and fear as she struggled against the grasp of a particularly loathsome patron who had seized her, pulling her forcefully into his lap as his hands traveled across her person.

My gaze narrowed at him, fury igniting within me at the sight of his brazen actions. This was not the first time I had warned this troublemaker about his behavior, yet he persisted in his despicable antics, seemingly emboldened with each transgression. Without hesitation, I seized a knife from the bar, my resolve solidifying as I stalked towards the table with determined purpose.

The girl caught sight of me and scrambled away from her assailant, who sat smugly, oblivious to the storm brewing around him as he laughed and took another swig of his beer. My anger surged, my mana pulsating with unrestrained power as I swiftly drove the knife into the table, the blade embedding itself next to his hand with a satisfying thud, drawing a sliver of his blood in its wake.

He turned to snarl at me, his bravado faltering as he registered my presence, his face draining of color with dawning recognition.

Snarling back, my voice unnervingly calm despite the tempest raging within me, I addressed him with chilling precision. “Elaric - I thought I made it abundantly clear that your presence wasn’t welcome here…” I sneered, my words carrying a weight of authority that brooked no argument.

His eyes widened with nervous apprehension. “I hadn’t seen you around lately…” he stammered, his feeble attempt at justification falling on deaf ears.

Glaring icily at him, I continued, my tone laced with thinly veiled menace. “Even so - you shouldn’t be here. You have ten seconds to vacate these premises before you lose that hand,” I declared, my voice a lethal whisper that echoed with the promise of consequences.

With a sense of urgency, he scrambled out of his chair, his bravado evaporating in the face of my unwavering resolve. “You’ll regret this,” he hissed, venom dripping from his words, but I merely laughed in response.

“My only regret is not doing this sooner,” I retorted, my gaze unwavering as I watched him slink towards the door, a defeated shadow of his former self.

Turning my attention to the shaken barmaid, I moved to check on her well-being, aware of the watchful eyes of the tavern's patrons upon me. Sensing the tension in the air, I prepared to address the onlookers, my frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Before I could voice my reprimand, Mort stepped forward, his authoritative voice cutting through the silence like a clarion call. “Back to your drinks, folks. Just a little pre-celebration excitement from a local troublemaker - nothing for you to concern yourselves with. Enjoy a round on the house!” he declared, his words dispelling the tension with practiced ease.

There were a few grumbles, and then the tavern resumed its lively atmosphere, the incident fading into the background as patrons returned to their revelry, the memory of the altercation quickly overshadowed by the promise of free drinks.

I smiled gratefully at Mort, a wave of gratitude washing over me as he handed me a fresh beer. “Thanks,” I murmured sincerely, feeling supported by his gesture. His pat on the back, accompanied by a knowing smile, spoke volumes, affirming that justice had been served.

Making my way over to the shaken new girl, I approached her with gentle concern, noting the tremor in her hands as she struggled to compose herself. Kneeling beside her, I reached out, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with a comforting touch. “Are you alright?” I inquired softly, my voice laced with empathy.

She looked up at me with wide eyes, her fear palpable, and I offered her reassurance in the form of a supportive arm around her trembling shoulders. “I’m sure you’re frightened - come take a minute in the back to collect yourself,” I urged gently, guiding her towards the sanctuary of the back room, my own beer in hand. Settling in beside her, I engaged her in conversation, offering words of comfort and solidarity until she seemed more at ease.

Returning to the bar, I resumed my duties with renewed determination, serving drinks and indulging in more chugs of beer as I bantered with patrons, the memory of the altercation gradually fading into the background as the night progressed.

As jests and playful banter filled the air, some patrons teased me, their words carrying a hint of caution masked in humor. I responded in kind, playfully warning them of the consequences of crossing me, my tone light-hearted despite the underlying seriousness of the sentiment.

Refilling the knights' drinks, I found them divided - two engaged in rowdy revelry while the other three conversed in hushed tones. The big man, his drunken demeanor evident, spoke up with a teasing grin. “That was quite something…” he remarked, his words tinged with amusement.

I met his gaze, amusement twinkling in my eyes as the alcohol dulled my inhibitions. “I’ve been dying to stab that creep for years,” I quipped, a playful edge to my tone. “He’s lucky I didn’t drive the knife through his hand.”

His laughter filled the air, echoing with camaraderie, while the silver-haired man interjected with a hint of disapproval. “You should leave situations like that to those who are trained to deal with such riffraff,” he remarked coolly, his tone betraying his disdain.

Unfazed by his disapproval, I chuckled, the alcohol emboldening my response. “We don’t get many knights around these parts - are you suggesting I wait on the off chance one appears?” I countered with a playful smirk, my words carrying a sense of defiance tinged with amusement.

Before he could reply, the door burst open, and two men strode into the tavern, their fine clothing and Golden Dawn robes marking them as members of high standing. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I cursed inwardly, hoping against hope that they hadn't noticed my presence. Unfortunately, their sharp gazes locked onto me with unwavering intensity.

Summoning a hesitant smile, I braced myself for the impending confrontation as they approached.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the larger of the two men demanded, his tone laced with agitation. I glanced between him and the drink in my hand, then back to him.

“Drinking…” I muttered, my response dripping with sarcasm as if the answer were obvious.

He scowled at me, his disapproval palpable. “You’re supposed to be at home. Imagine our shock when we found your tutor, iced to the floor of the study,” he retorted pointedly, his frown deepening with each word.

A mischievous grin tugged at my lips as I shrugged nonchalantly. “A little ice never hurt anyone. I just wanted a drink before everything went to shit - care to join me, brother?” I quipped, my tone tinged with hopeful defiance.

His response was immediate and unequivocal. “No,” he stated flatly. “You’re coming home - someone could know you’re here.”

“How? I’ve been careful,” I protested defiantly, the flush of alcohol lending a boldness to my words.

His gaze bore into mine with an intensity that made my stomach churn. “We saw your mana from the road…” he informed me pointedly, the weight of his accusation landing with a crushing finality.

Oops. Busted.

As the gravity of the situation settled upon me, his attention shifted to the table where I had been serving drinks. Recognition flashed across his features, his eyes widening in realization. “Oh, Captain! I was not aware you’d be here…” he trailed off, his tone respectful as he addressed one of the men at the table.

My own eyes widened in surprise. Captain? Did that mean these were all captains…? The implications of their presence sent a shiver down my spine, the realization dawning on me that my impromptu escapade had far-reaching consequences beyond my wildest imagination.

“I apologize for my sister,” my brother addressed, his voice tinged with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “She can be a bit of a handful…” His gaze remained fixed on me, assessing and scrutinizing.

“Did you start a fight?” My younger brother chimed in, his teasing tone accompanied by a playful poke to my cheek. I swatted his hand away with a smirk. “No. I was merely looking out for a fellow worker,” I replied cheekily, a hint of defiance in my words.

He scoffed in response. “You’re no worker. Quit playing peasant and come home. You’re drunk - father will be furious.”

“Father will get over it. Mort, however, needs my help,” I countered, my steps stumbling as the effects of the alcohol began to take hold.

With a roll of his eyes, my younger brother moved swiftly, effortlessly scooping me up and slinging me over his shoulder. “This scene is your fault, sister,” he remarked with a playful grin, his tone light-hearted despite the situation.

I struggled against his grasp, though I knew it was futile. Weakened by drink and outnumbered by my brothers, I resigned myself to defeat with a huff of frustration. “Bye, Mort,” I called out sadly as I was carried away, my voice tinged with regret.

Mort's laughter followed me as I was ushered out of the tavern. “Go easy on her, boys - she means well…” his voice trailed off, the warmth of his words offering a small comfort in the midst of my predicament.

[delirious-donna]

Character List

♡ Finral Roulacase

♡ Fuegoleon Vermillion

♡ Nozel Silva

Stories & Requests

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warnings: public sexual acts, slightly sunny Julius because I love him like that, handjob, cumplay (a lil)

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A Misuse Of Magic - William Vangeance x female reader

warnings: double penetration, use of world tree magic in a sexual way, insertion, anal, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie

Drabbles & Headcanons

Kiss Me Quick - Asta, Yuno, Finral, Magna & Liebe

synopsis: various Black Clover characters experience their very first kiss! warnings: fluff, SFW, absolute teeth rotting sweetness for these handsome boys, all characters are appropriately aged up

Langris - NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

warnings: handjobs, cum painting, cum swallowing, pussy eating, male pantie wearing(it's so brief and not like a proper fetish), unprotected sex, praise kink, male masturbation, office sex, dirty talk, possessive Langris, the boy is a sweetheart that just needs compassion and love

Hold Me - feat Finral, Luck, Gauche, Asta & Yuno

warnings: literally none, this is tooth-rotting fluff with extra sugary marshmallows on top!

Dad Thoughts - feat Asta, Yuno & Liebe

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, child birth and kids in general

[mitsuki-komori]

Black Clover Requests (And Rules)

Hello people. I have come to tell you that I am taking writing requests for on here or AO3. My account name on AO3 is MitsukiKomoriX191. I will only write about Black Clover. For people new who aren’t sure how to do it, just go to my account and press the ‘Request Anything’ button, then type your request.

Requests are: Open

I check tumblr daily and if I close requests I’ll update this post. I do not write on Thursdays.

So, I will be writing about:

Angst (It can be as sad and depressing as you want it.)

Fluff (I love sibling fluff and romance fluff the most.)

Headcanons

Yanderes (With a happy ending if that’s even possible)

Basically anything else that isn’t listed below

I will not write about:

Y/N, (Name), Reader. Yeah, no self inserts

Smut. It’s just that even if I tried to write it I would chicken out

Omegaverse

Rape

NO INCEST

I consider OC’s to be the same thing as Y/N

No words that end with ‘philia’

I’m not making any likable characters homophobic or creepy

Characters I will write best about:

Luck Voltia

Magna Swing

Leopold Vermillion

Mimosa Vermillion

Noelle Silva

Finral Roulacase

Langris Vaude

Mereoleona Vermillion

Marie Adlai

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Gauche Adlai

Kirsch Vermillion

Characters I will not write about:

Nacht Faust

Jack the Ripper

William Vengeance

Julius Novachrono

Grey

Charmy Pappitson

Vanica

Dante

Zenon

Gadjah

Lolopechka

Mars

Fana

Relationships I’ll write about (X means romantic, & means not romantic):

Magna x Luck

Leopold & Fuegoleon

Leopold & Mereoleona

Asta x Leopold

Langris x Yuno

Yuno x Leopold Langris & Finral

Yami & Finral

Mimosa & Kirsch

Noelle x Kahono

Noelle & Mereoleona

Mimosa & Leopold

Mimosa & Noelle

Marie & Gauche

Nozel & Noelle

Nebra & Noelle

Solid & Noelle

Yuno x Mimosa

Asta x Noelle

Noelle x Secre

Leopold & Secre

Leopold x Secre (Yeah, I don’t know. There’s just something about them. I think they would have a great relationship if they interacted more.)

Family Fluff

You are not limited to just those characters and ships, those are just the ones I thought of. I’ll add more as I get more requests. Also, it’d be useful if you had something specific in mind for me to write about. If you just write a character’s name or a ship, I’ll still do it, but specifics would definitely be useful. However, I won’t get mad at you if you don’t leave specifics, so there’s no need to think I’ll be annoyed or anything. 

That’s about all I have for now. Have a good day

[nakunakunomi]

Could I reqst hcs of nozel reacting to a female reader confessing to him accidentally? congrats on 1500!

Hiya! Reader turned out genderneutral, no pronouns or anything used. I hope you don’t mind and enjoy these HC nonetheless. This one came out as a little scenario thingy again as well... So it reads more like that than individual headcanons. 

Accidentally confessing to Nozel - HC

2nd person. GN reader 

You were frozen in shock, hands clasped over your mouth. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your entire head, and every second seemed to last an entire hour. You could do nothing, there was nothing you could say to undo what just happened. All you could do was wait for Nozel to react to what you just said with more than a blank stare, his expression after a brief period with a mix of confusion and shock that had worn off before you could even register it. 

You weren’t truly sure how it happened or what had happened exactly, but you had been in a discussion with Nozel. It was something that happened more often lately, as you had found the best way to hide your ever-intensifying crush for the man, was to just start a discussion about nearly every decision you made.  Nozel didn’t necessarily seem to mind, engaging in discussion more often than he should, treating your counterarguments as a way to make sure his plans and decisions were foul-proof. This was not always the case though, plenty of times he cut you off. In the end, he was the captain, his word was the final one.  And if he was completely honest, it was a way of spending some time with you, and that was something he enjoyed more than the discussion. You would never hear him admit that though, at least not at this stage in your pining, or whatever it was.  This was another one of the rare moments where he had indulged you in your discussion, but something was off. Something either of you had made it more heated.  Usually, Nozel would calmly, bluntly refute everything you said, but something had hit a nerve, and he was speaking more passionately than he usually would, which only fueled you more.  Somehow the conversation had gotten completely off track, and you had blurted out some things you never meant to say.  “Then why do you keep bothering me with these pointless discussions, y/n?”  “Because it is the only way I can get your attention on me for more than five minutes, captain Silva.” You usually addressed Nozel way more casually, putting emphasis on the last two words just to throw him off.  “And what would you need my undivided attention for?” He was both curious and annoyed, the latter being more obvious in his voice.  “Because I love you, and there is no way you’d give me any attention for that.” Your words were laced with sarcasm, but as soon as they left your lips you regretted them, all attitude and confidence you had immediately shattered. 

It took so insanely long for Nozel to speak up. You were getting more nervous with the minute. 

You barely contained a gasp when he opened up his mouth to speak, but he did nothing to relieve your anxiety as he closed his mouth again, taking a moment to think over his words once more.

The small blush that crept up on his cheeks was a sign of his true feelings that he was unable to hide though, and in response, you smiled just a little. 

“Well, Y/n, you should have said so earlier, it would have saved us countless hours of discussion.” 

You bit the inside of your lip. What kind of answer was that? It betrayed nothing of his feelings, and you felt the awkwardness from earlier fade away, making way for the earlier annoyance and impatience. 

You weren’t sure what to do exactly. Should you just preserve what was left of your dignity and leave his office? Keep staring him down? You were quite sure you were going to melt if you had to make eye contact any longer. 

He stood up from behind his desk, and you felt your heart starting to race again. Your fight, flight, or freeze instinct chose the last option. You couldn’t do anything but look at him as he stepped closer than he usually would. Not too close just yet, but enough to make you a little fidgety. 

“Although, I feel like there is another ‘discussion’ we must have.” 

The turning of the corners of his mouth betrayed his true feelings. He was enjoying this. 

You stepped a little closer too. Might as well join in on the fun. 

[loosesodamarble]

Hello, Erika! Could I please ask, for the current event, a Nozel Silva scenario, in which the reader has a very soft and pretty hair that Nozel asks to braid, please? Thank you! Have a great day/night!

Here it is, folks! The final request of the event! I honestly didn't intend for this request to be the absolute final post for the event but that's how it turned out!

I am in fact having a wonderful day when this is being posted so thank you for that.

And Anon, I must say I really like this request. Not just because it has to do with Nozel. It's because it's an inversion of what I usually see involving Nozel and hair. Usually, it's the reader doing his hair but this time... He's the one giving the reader soft and tender love.

Summary: After returning from separate missions, you and Nozel share a quiet moment of intimacy, something simple but beautiful.

Word count: ~850

..........

You shook a hand through your hair, fluffing up its volume now that it had dried. After two weeks without proper care, having spent the time traversing a massive strong magic region, you were happy to give your long locks a proper cleaning.

The silence was broken by the door to the bedroom squeaking open. You turned your head to see Nozel stepping through the door. One moment he was staring at you and the next he had you in a tight embrace.

“Hello, my dearest,” he whispered so softly, so sweetly. “It’s good to have you back.”

After a moment of soaking in each other’s warmth, Nozel pulled away from you. But he didn’t fully let go, holding one of your hands and caressing your cheek. He smiled at you and you smiled back. Of all the luxuries you had in life, Nozel was the greatest of them.

“Did you really miss me that much?” you asked, part teasingly-part genuinely curious.

Nozel let out a sigh. “If I didn’t, I’d be a sorry excuse of a fiancé.” He paused to kiss your palm. “Winding down for the evening?”

You answered with a simple nod.

“Then how about I help you?” Nozel moved the hand he had on your cheek to your hair and twirled a lock around his finger. “I know how you like to do it.”

“It’ll be different from braiding your own hair.”

“Different but not a challenge,” Nozel chuckled. “Not that I’d mind a challenge.” He coaxed you into turning in your seat. “Now relax and let me take care of you.”

“Alright then.” You sat straighter while still managing to keep your body at ease to make Nozel’s job easier.

“So is this your first time doing someone else’s hair?” you asked as Nozel worked.

“No, actually.”

“Ah…” You didn’t need to ask who it was.

You felt his fingers barely touch the crown of your head as used them and a comb to part your locks into separate sections. You could practically feel Nozel eyeing the back of your head trying to figure out how to perfectly divide your hair into equal parts. Unnecessary but if he didn’t do it, you might’ve doubted that it was Nozel.

“Then it’s been a while.”

Nozel hesitated for a moment. “Yes.”

“Then I’m glad you get another chance to do it for me,” you replied.

You felt a kiss on the top of your head which you interpreted as Nozel saying “I’m glad, too.” This was the side of Nozel that few knew about and less have seen. It caused your heart to flutter and made you grin a little wider.

Nozel brushed his fingers through your hair, searching for any knots that may have formed while moving it about. He was so gentle about it. You hardly even felt a tug though your hairs tickled your cheeks as Nozel combed through them. It took some time for Nozel to check your hair. Though you suspected it had less to do with him actually searching and more to do with him appreciating the color and texture of your locks.

Then began the actual act of braiding. Nozel held your hair taut without yanking on it as he wove your hair together. As he went, you realized that his technique was a near perfect replication of your own. From the way he parted your hair to the braiding pattern.

You parted your lips to speak, Nozel spoke first.

“You have a peculiar way of braiding your hair, you know. I’ve asked around for techniques and none seem to match the way you do it.”

You felt the ghost of Nozel’s fingers against your scalp as he crossed the sections of your hair. Feeling it and watching in the mirror, you saw Nozel calculating his motion. He really was attentive.

“You came up with it yourself.”

“And you’re recreating it perfectly,” you said, breathless with awe. “You… I know you’ve seen me style my hair before but I never thought you…”

“Paid so much attention?”

You looked in the mirror where yours and Nozel’s gazes locked. He teased you with a little smirk. In retaliation, you reached behind yourself and jabbed Nozel’s stomach.

“Let’s not play today. It’s getting late,” Nozel faux scolded. He took a breath. “I’m serious though. I admit, I’m no good at grand gestures. But I still try hard to be good enough for you. So I pay attention so I know what you like and what I can do for you.”

As Nozel spoke, you could feel your hair coming together in the braiding style you had gotten so used to. And apparently Nozel had familiarized himself with.

The simple yet thoughtful action. The loving touch of his hands. His heartfelt words in the quiet room. It all came together as a genuine declaration of his feelings, ones that you knew he had trouble expressing but now…

“I finished.”

You rose out of your seat and turned to Nozel. As you cupped his face in your hands, you guided Nozel into a chaste kiss.

“I love you, too.”

“Mm? But I didn’t—”

“You did say it. I know you did.”

With that, you kissed Nozel again.

[mackjlee9]

Nozel Silva x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

(I can't believe I fucked up the narration! Lol, that's the first time it happened, well, I didn't fixed it and it's just third person at the beginning, so enjoy it!)

Masterlist

Black Clover

Requested by Jessiemianovoa on Wattpad

Standing close by, hiding behind the stone wall and with a frown on his face, was (M/n). A heavy sigh left his lips when he heard the way his lover treated his own younger sister. He didn't have to peek to see his sister-in-law's defeated expression.

It made him mad, despite knowing the reason why Nozel acted that way with Noelle.

(M/n) just sighed and close his eyes, waiting for the silver-haired male, so they could go back upstairs to see the rest of the potential magic knights.

He heard steps and his eyes opened, making eye contact with the older male. Nozel sighed and glared at him. "You were eavesdropping again, (M/n)?" The male didn't even wait for an answer, he just made his way back to the stairs, knowing that the (h/c) haired male was following him.

//////

1st Person.

After the exam to become a knight was over, everyone left for their own home or base. In my case, I was part of the Silver Eagle order, so I lived in the Silva's residence.

As the Captain, Nozel should've been the one to show around the newbies the place, but he left it to our strongest knight. And dragged me to his bedroom.

I knew he was mad, and I was mad too. Just because of what happened to his mother- anyway, that doesn't mean he has to treat Noelle that way. Well, if I'm doing this, I should scold Nebra and Solid too, they're... worst? Nozel is colder with her, those two are actually mean to her.

And to think they used to be such cute kids...

"(M/n)," I blinked and looked up at Nozel. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed and with his usual glare. "I don't wanna hear a single word, you understand? This is really stressful as it is."

"I just don't like how you treat Noelle, she has done nothing wrong and you know it." He tsked and turned around, unbraiding his fringe and taking off his robe.

"Just because you know it too, it doesn't mean you get to tell me this shit," he sat down on his desk chair, and held his head with his hands, sighing and lowering his tone of voice, "Because you know the reason... you should understand and be on my side."

I took a deep breath when I saw his body shaking, he was probably biting his lip to hold in his sobs and that made me feel bad. Nozel was doing this to protect Noelle... and I knew that very well, and yet, I still gave him bullshit for that.

I dropped my vice-captain facade and wore the concerned boyfriend one instead. I walked until I stood behind him, and I leaned down, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in his neck, leaving soft, tiny pecks on his pale skin.

"I'm sorry, baby, it's just... you could be slightly nicer to her, she'll be exposed to fights either way, and she'll eventually learn control over her magic." I nuzzled his cheek with my nose, "Cheer up now, okay? I don't like seeing you upset." Nozel sighed, letting out a breathy, short chuckle, and he turned his face to look at me. He smiled and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me.

I smiled between our kiss, and I tried to pull back from it, but Nozel held onto me tighter, making me bend over lower, trapping him between my body and the desk. He stared into my (e/c) eyes and bit his lip, pulling my hair back gently.

"I want you, (M/n)." I gulped when he whispered against my lips, standing from his chair and sitting on the desk instead, pulling me closer until our bodies touched. "Take me, right here..." he muttered in my ear, holding my earlobe in between his lips. His legs wrapped around my hips and his hand traveled down from my neck to my chest, further down into the waistband of my pants.

"Wait, Nozel-," he held my dick over my clothes, rubbing it slowly, getting it hard in a few seconds, and he started to leave kisses on my neck.

"I don't want to wait, (M/n)." He joined our lips again, pushing his tongue past my lips while his hand sneaked under my underwear. His hand held the base of my cock, his slim fingers rubbing me in all the right spots, teasing my tip mercilessly.

Nozel broke our kiss and pulled out my erection, releasing it from the confinement of my clothes. Looking down at him, I saw his erection pressing against his pants, leaking pre-cum and staining his clothes. I bit my lip and gripped the white fabric, pulling it down and tearing it in the progress.

I couldn't give two fucks about Nozel's clothes at the moment, I was horny, and also was he. He grabbed my wrist and lifted it to his lips, sticking three of my fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and coating them in saliva, swirling his tongue around them slowly and seductively.

"Nozel, you damn tease..." I saw the mischief in his eyes. He knew what this was doing to me and he enjoyed it, staring into my face, feeling my erection touching his thighs, twitching from the anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity to me, Nozel pulled my fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting my fingers to his tongue, but it broke as soon as I reached between his spread legs. I rubbed his entrance from the outside, covering it with saliva to ease the penetration.

"D-do it quickly..." he whispered, hugging me and hiding his face on my chest. I leaned down to start pressing kisses on his neck, distracting him from the subtle pain he'll feel in a few seconds. "Ngh~."

With one finger in I couldn't do much, except swirl it around slowly, pressing against his tight muscle walls, stretching him gently. Nozel's hands gripped the back of my clothes, pulling on it hard, probably about to tear it too, but I just tried to distract him with kisses and soft words, whispering to him 'I love you' after every kiss.

I pushed my finger deeper, reaching knuckle deep inside him, and started to push a second finger inside. He gasped and bit my neck, his nails scratching my shoulder joints after forcefully removing my robe. I did a scissor motion for a few seconds before thrusting my fingers in and out of him, making him moan my name every time I graced his prostate.

With already three fingers in, Nozel held onto me, gasping and whimpering softly, telling me he wanted more than just my fingers.

I kept thrusting, rubbing his prostate slowly when he clenched around my fingers, moaning louder and I stopped right before he could cum. He whined at me but I pulled my fingers out, taking off the rest of his clothes, messing up his hair cutely, and I ripped open the top half of my clothes.

"Hold on tight, Nozel." I wrapped my arms around his waist, slightly lifting him to the desk. He wrapped his legs around my hips and my neck with his arms, I aligned my cock with his stretched entrance and I pushed in.

A loud moan-like scream left Nozel's mouth, burying his face in my neck, crying out for me to move and fuck him senseless.

He always went from a stoic prick to a slutty whore whenever I fucked him. God...

My hips started to thrust inside him at a quick pace from the beginning, reaching the deepest parts of his body instantly, making him cry out my name over and over again.

"Fuck, I-I'm... I'm gonna cum... 'nna c-cum," his nails scratched my back, his hole clenching tightly around me, making me groan as I felt immense pleasure. "Cu-cumming~," Nozel threw his head back as semen squirted out of his slit, landing on his chest and up to his neck.

I hummed as I leaned down to lick the semen off his pale neck, sucking harshly on it, leaving a red mark, "How pent up were you, baby?"

He couldn't form a sentence, his back arching as I kept hitting his prostate countless times. His tight walls kept clenching around me every few seconds, making me growl as my fingers held his waist hard, probably leaving bruises that would be visible in the morning.

"Nozel, you're so... tight~fuck, it feels am-amazing..." I closed my eyes tightly, tilting my head down, and resting my forehead on his shoulder and he kept me closer to his smooth body.

"I think I'm going to... cum again..." he breathlessly whispered into my ear.

My thrusts started to get sloppy, feeling my cock twitch inside him. I held his waist and dug my teeth into his shoulder, muffling my groans as I came deep inside him, his cum shooting out on both of our chests this time.

I took a deep breath and pulled out, picking Nozel up and taking us to his private bathroom to take a bath before going to bed. 

[royalasteria]

𝙅𝙚 𝙏'𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 // 𝙉𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙡 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙖

Walking through the hallways of the Silva household was rather confusing at first but coming over so often you just got used to knowing every hallway and room.

You went in the kitchen to make tea for your beloved s/o who works very hard for the sake of this kingdom but especially for you.

There was barely anybody as dinner just passed so it was really quiet and peaceful. Once you finish preparing the tea you place it on a silver plater. And left to go to Nozel’s office.

Reaching the door you've been looking you knock on it a faint “come in” was replied

“Hey darling how’s the work going?” you ask, placing the tea by his table. “I made tea”

“It’s going fine I guess and thank you my love” he said placing a kiss on your temple. You helped him with a few of the paperwork though he was against it at first since didn’t want to bother you but you insisted and who was he to say no to you?

You left out the ones where you didn't understand and the ones that had to be him doing it. A few minutes gone by and alas the previous stack of papers are now neatly placed on the other side ready to be turned in.

“Thank you my love for your help, I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, Je t'aime de toute façon.” you said paling a delicate kiss on his lips.

Nozel blushed profusely and tried to hide it by making a coughing noise, like usual. He blushed at what you did or what you said, either way it was adorable.

“Darling you’re blushing so hard right now, all I did was say <I love you> in French” you giggled, oh how much power you have to make the all mighty Nozel Silva blush like that.

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝘿𝙖𝙮

( 𝙽𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚡 𝙶𝙽!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 )

The entirety of your day had been spent in a lush bed, maids and butlers fussing over your every whim. They shuffled in and out of your bedroom in a steady flow, reminding you of busied ants. You had, unfortunately, come down with a cold due to getting soaked by a rainstorm on your last mission. Explaining the situation to Nozel had been catastrophic, and you had zero choice in the matter of being moved to the Silva manor until you recovered.

Being of commoner descent, it seemed that the eldest Silva was quite protective over you. He was careful with which royals saw you, making sure that some of the more disagreeable ones didn’t have a chance to pitch their argument against your basic existence. 

Nozel definitely did not expect his heart to have such a visceral response when he met you. Every attempt had been made to curb the growing feelings, but such a feat proved especially difficult. You were in the Black Bulls, and whenever he wanted to see Noelle, he was at least in the same space as you by fault. The silver haired man’s ‘courting’ had started off with small greetings, asking you to watch over Noelle, and questioning you about the state of your squad and upcoming missions.

You were confused as to why the great Nozel Silva of the royal family had singled you out, but still more than happy to make his acquaintance. Despite the warnings from Black Bull members about his distaste for the lower classes, you continued doing everything you could to include him. This trait was quite endearing, and caused the poor man to fall even deeper in love.

In your groggy state, all you wanted was to be held by the person you had grown to adore. Unfortunately, Nozel had duties to attend to. What you weren’t aware of was his rush to finish everything so he could check on your health. Stress and worry was affecting his work, and eventually, his sister put a hand on his shoulder and ushered him out of headquarters. Nebra had grown to understand when her brother needed a break.

“Tell Y/N I said hi.”

She had added with a small sigh. The girl had not been keen to accept you into the family in the beginning, but you grew on her. Your strength had been proved in battle many times, so if for nothing else, she respected your power. Solid was in the same boat. He had nearly popped a blood vessel with Nozel explained that he was in love with a commoner. 

Nozel rushed through the Silva estate, following the twists and turns of the hallways he had grown up in. When he neared your room and saw you laying in bed, his heart seemed to ache with relief and his steps softened. Unsure of whether or not you were asleep, the silver haired man peeked in as quietly as he could.

Years of being a magic knight had sharpened your senses, and thus your eyes opened quickly when you felt a presence. A small smile worked its way across your lips as you met amethyst orbs. He was home earlier than you had expected, which warmed your heart. Always so understanding of Nozel, you were aware it was difficult being a captain and having so many people rely on you. You had told him to work, even though you were sick, as long as he promised to come home as soon as he could. 

His face softened at your smile, features relaxing, and the royal made his way into your dimly lit room. Any leftover mansion staff quickly made their way out, shooting each other knowing glances as they exited. Pulling off his cape, the man began his barrage of questions.

“Was everything in this room to your liking? Was everyone respectful? Are you comfortable? Do you need anything right now?”

You paused for a second.

“Yes, yes, yes, no... but some cuddling would be nice.”

A giggle followed the last part of your statement. Nozel’s cheeks darkened slightly and he pursed his lips at your affectionate behavior. The royal would never admit it, but he got easily flustered at how open you were about wanting affection. With a small sigh, he slipped into bed beside you. Once comfortable, the male pulled your head to his chest, laying it against his heart.

Nozel’s heartbeat was comforting, and you wondered if you had ever felt this at home. He was warm and protective. The hand on your head began gently petting, smoothing your less than presentable hair down with a careful touch. Eyes slowly closing, a wave of peace washed simultaneously over you two.

What a wonderful day.

[3rdgymbros]

— pairing; platonic nozel silva x daughter! reader

— for; @theopengrimoire​ --- thank you so much for inspiring me to write my own black clover imagines ! i’m a big fan of your blog, so this is something small for you ! thank you again, and merry christmas !

Once your lessons are over, and you’ve thanked your tutors politely, you return to the castle with your nanny, walking up the shady tree-covered avenue.  Lanterns burn before the wrought-iron gates of the castle, and guards stand to attention. The gates swing open and you proceed up the long drive to the turrets and towers of the great castle. Already, shadows are dense amongst the trees although a streak of pink still clings to the sky. Marble statuary gleams dimly on great swathes of lawn.

Later, after a warm bath and a change of clothes, you abandon your nanny, slip out of your room, climb up stairs and travel along corridors and cross a great ballroom. On tiptoes, you knock on the door to your father’s office, somehow managing to turn the knob and scamper in when you hear his cool, clipped voice telling you to ‘enter’. Hardened magic knights of the Silver Eagles turn to stare at this new manifestation of starched white and purple linen, complete with black patent pumps, clean white stockings, and shining well-brushed hair.

“( Your Name ),” Though surprise flits across Nozel’s face at how you’re wandering around the mansion without your nanny, it quickly fades into one of resignation – this is the third time this week, after all, and it’s quickly becoming a habit for you to give the slip to your hassled-looking minders. You giggle, and rush over to cling onto his legs, chubby baby cheeks melting into an endearing grin with a cheerful gap, the missing front tooth having been knocked out during training with your father. You’re still incredibly proud of it, and flaunt it at every turn. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s your dinner time, Daddy,” You say imperiously, even though it’s barely six, and the cooks are still preparing the meal. You just want the chance to spend more time with him, seeing as how your Mother is visiting family in the country and your older siblings have left with her. Your little five-year old mind worries that your father might be lonely in a house that seems too impossibly large and cold. “Let’s go and eat.”

“My dinner time?” Nozel arches an elegant eyebrow, and you wind yourself free from his leg in favor of grasping tightly onto his hand with all the strength you can possibly muster – which isn’t to say, very much.  

You nod, lips twisting into a pout, managing to quash down the giggles that threaten to erupt. You’re the only girl in the family of five rambunctious boys, and it’s become glaringly obvious that your father has a soft spot for you, his youngest girl.

His face softens as soon as you enter the room, and he makes a point of seeking you out everyday to hear about your adventures in school, as busy as he is with paperwork and missions, and, as a result, the two of you are closer than ever.

You wait impatiently as your father dismisses his squad members, keeping up a constant string of tugging upon his pinky finger all the while. Normally, you’d bid them goodbye with a wide smile and friendly eyes, but today, you can barely restrain yourself from bouncing up and down on the tips of your toes in your impatience. The process seems slow and tedious to you, but as soon as the last of them leave the room, you crowd closer to your father, turning the full force of wide and shiny eyes onto him.

“Daddy, can we eat ice cream?”

Nozel, to his credit, manages to stand his ground, even as he is presented with large eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please, Daddy? Please?”

Nozel, to his credit, manages to stand his ground for all of five seconds.

“One scoop. But only after dinner.”

[gojosatoruwifey]

Gojosatoruwifey celebrates 100+ followers!!!

✑ Everyone, it’s been around 2 months since I made this blog exclusively for Black Clover and Blue Lock and I truly appreciate your creative minds when you send a request or an ask from me. I know there are still things that I’ve been lacking yet you were there to support this little writer right here and words are not enough for me to say thank you. This will be short since I know that you’ve been wondering what I will do for this memorable time. Dear Anons, I, Geru, invite you for a limited-time-only offer  with your preferred characters!

Please be mindful of your words when requesting!

Send me a character of your choice, your type of AU! and a particular scene in your mind. I will make a headcanon/ scenario/drabble! Please specify which of them would you prefer.

E.g: In the Modern AU! [insert character] is a famous CEO and they are currently in love with [reader]. One day, [insert character] needs a partner for a ball hosted by their friend and they ask [reader] to attend with them. Please make [insert character] confess to [reader] while dancing and make it a headcanon.

E.g: Can I ask Highschool AU! with Nozel Silva? Where the reader confessed to him ever since they were children? Please write in drabble. Thank you.

Yes. we will be having an AU! Event! There’s no NSFW in this event. However, you can request a little bit of passionate Red Roses but it will just end there ;>

You can found the AU! list here: (≡^∇^≡)

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Drop your OC’s name/nickname and a description of them (appearance, personality, and hobby). I will tell you how my OC will interact with your OC.

Note: I only have one OC.

Opening: March 21, 2021

Closed: March 24, 2021 9:00 PM PH time zone

THE EVENT IS NOW: CLOSED

[hypnotixstorm]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* to do list *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Once I have completed a request it will be REMOVED from this list

Can I get an imagine of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho? Maybe an AU hundreds of years ago where he ends up caring for a human woman and teaching her how to defend herself. If you don't like that one, anything you think of.

Character: Kanda from DGM NSFW Prompt: "Make me." Love youuuuuu 😘

How about a NSFW scenario of Kakashi coming home to his sweet little naughty civilian S/O? 😜 A bit of role play where they call him sensei while he's doing them on the kitchen table?

Thanks for the Soi Bean Post! This gonna be my last Soi Fon request. Sorry for being quite a Soi Queen freak. For my request can you Soi after shower decides to wear s/o clothes. S/O tries to take picture of her. Then she tells that she has falling in love with you. You have changed let me take care of you. You can be very very very sluff on this one. Thanks!

ok ok so i have a few requests 🥺🥺 so! first could you maybe do an “I missed you.” with Rukia? 🥺💗 just fluff for my baby girl aaaa

Ichigo kissing his s/o in the rain 😆😆😆 Headcanons or scenario is up to you! 💙

ANYTHING SHIKAMARU. Deadass anything

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some Rukia x fem!reader relationship headcannons? Only if you're able to! Tysm! 💖

I hope requests are open but I was wondering if you could do something with byakuya and his s/o being like a very intimidating couple but his s/o is actually very sweet to everyone?

Kakashi x reader and instead of team 7 its now y/n tryna see whats under the mask and eventually she just asks and he actually reveals it adfhsjjs

Can I please get rat dad Ging being seduced by a younger woman who refuses to take “no” for an answer until he finally gives her what she wants? NSFW please! 💖

ok so please don't feel pressured to write this birthday imagine 🥺 i know u have a lot of requests rn ah. but! if you're able to i really would love another toshiro one bc i'm a sucker for him 😭 maybe one where he's really overworking himself so the reader helps him relax and it just ends in cuddles 🥺💓 only if you're able to! ilysm 💓💖💓💖💓💘💓💘💓

ok i swear this is the last one i feel bad requesting sm 😭 but maybe a “Do you wanna, maybe, go out sometime?” with toshiro bc he really is best boy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

OKAY SO ANOTHER ONE WITH SABURO WITH UHHHH GOING ON A FIRST DATE WITH HIS S/O ICIXHAJGSSHSSUSKSU he'll probs driving his van around with the music blasting out 👀👀

honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~��❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

[nakunakunomi]

Hi Hazel! Can I please have some established relationship, domestic, very very VERY fluffy lazy morning cuddle HC with Nozel, Fuegoleon and William? Thank you!

YES! Fluffy and Domestic is literally all I need at the moment QwQ. Also very first BC writing! Let’s hope I don’t disappoint. 

Lazy Morning cuddles HC - Nozel, William, Fuegoleon 

2nd person GN reader. No warnings, only fluff. 

Nozel 

Nozel is not a very cuddly type of person. He just is not used to such intimate affection, and depending on what kind of day it is, will sometimes regard it as a waste of time. There’s far more productive times to be spent with you. 

That being said, Nozel also likes spoiling his s/o, so if you explicitly ask for it, who is he to say no? 

It’s something that gets easier over time. He wants to get up, you ask him to stay and cuddle for a bit. He relents, you cuddle a little, and he can feel the heat creeping up his cheeks as you say all kinds of sweet things in your groggy morning voice and nuzzle as close as you can. 

He prefers being the big spoon when it comes to cuddling positions. It allows him to kiss the back of your neck and smell your hair, and it makes you unable to see that he’s actually a little flustered, because you’re sure to tease him a little whenever you see him blushing or looking away. 

He also likes it when you gently play with his hair, enjoying the moments that it’s unstyled and splayed across the pillow. It’s surprisingly soft to the touch too. 

Nozel will definitely return the gesture if you lay across his chest, giving him the best possible access. If you want to ‘trap him’ like that for a while, just start asking questions. He will be playing with your hair and explaining things for hours, forgetting the time for a moment, until someone else comes looking for either of you when you’re needed somewhere. 

He’d get someone to bring the both of you breakfast in bed if he wasn’t so particular about not having any food on the sheets, he likes the bed to stay neat and clean. He wíll still make sure breakfast is out and ready when you finally decide to leave the bed. 

These lazy mornings are a rarity in the beginning, but become more frequent the more he gives in and realize just how much he enjoys them. Not too often though, he’s a royal with royal duties after all on top of being a captain, he cannot give the impression that he’s lazy.

Fuegoleon 

Fuegoleon actually kind of loves cuddles, snuggles, all kinds of acts of soft intimacy. He enjoys being close to you. 

BUT, he also loves his job and duties, and will make sure everything is done as soon as possible. After all, finished duties means more time to spend with family and you right? 

Surely, but that often means this man is up even before sunrise to get paperwork in order, look over the schedules, plan missions accordingly, go to meetings.. all the things he could possibly need to do, leaving you in bed, missing him in the spot next to you. 

He’s also an expert in getting up extremely quietly, leaving a soft kiss on your lips or forehead before leaving the room. Usually you wake up way after he’s already gone. 

In the rare moments you catch him stirring right before he wakes up, that’s when you have to strike: hold onto his arm, ask him to stay. He’ll gently refuse, and you will have to push a little more.

Hold on tighter, pout a little, tell him ‘but you always leave me alone in the mornings’. It’s not the most fair tactics, but playing on his guilt will make him give in a little, albeit reluctantly. That is when you have your chance.

He will give in for ‘ten more minutes’ so you will have to extend that time yourself. Nuzzling as close as you can, intertwining limbs, making it physically difficult to get up. Pepper his face with kisses, and before you know, he’s given up and given in. 

He’ll scold you with a smile on his face for ‘making him late to work’. Kissing him is the most effective way to shut him up and he won’t stop you if you do.

There’s no preferred position when you spend your mornings like this, although, because of the very nature of the endeavor of keeping him in bed, you usually end up koala-clinging to him, much to his amusement. 

By the time he’s getting up, it’s still pretty early, but you managed to enjoy his presence for a little longer. If you’re still tired, he’ll part from you with a kiss and will leave you to enjoy a little more sleep. If you decide that you’re awake enough by now, you can have breakfast together, and he’ll let you come along on his work wherever appropriate. 

He’s got nothing against you sitting in his lap as he starts his early morning paperwork, a continuation of the earlier morning where both of you can enjoy each other’s presence just a little longer.

William 

Of these three, William is actually the easiest to convince to sleep in a little longer and cuddle instead of starting the day. You need but ask and he will gladly open his arms for you to come a little bit closer and feel his warmth. 

He needs quite a lot of time to get fully comfortable in a relationship, he’s more insecure than he lets on, and often worries if you really are not bothered by his cursed scar, even if you have already told him a thousand times that you think he is gorgeous regardless.

Once he is comfortable though, you’re not even always the one initiating. If there are no urgent duties, more often than not, William will be the one snuggling closer to you. He tries his best not to wake you up, but if you are a light sleeper, he’ll probably rouse your sleep a little by sneaking his arms around you and pulling you just a little bit closer. 

He loves to press soft kisses all over your face, making you chuckle as his long lashes tend to tickle your sensitive skin in the morning. 

If you want him to completely melt, cup his face. Just hold his cheeks and make eye contact, before placing a kiss on his lips and resting your foreheads against each other. He will not know what to say or do, he just melts in the spot, often pulling you even closer because that is the only logical bodily response he can come up with.

The atmosphere, with a little sunlight peeking through the curtains, is perfect for soft-spoken compliments and praises, in both directions. William is always very generous with his compliments for you, and finds himself accepting yours more easily when it’s just the two of you in a moment like this. 

It brings the best conversations as well, about everything and nothing. Past missions, pleasant memories, future plans, complete nonsense, ‘what if’s’... you can spend hours tracing each other’s arms and talking about all sorts of things. 

Even when it’s too hot, or when the cuddles loosen up a little to finally start the day together, there’s still an additional five minutes where you just hold hands. Fingers intertwined, a final act of closeness before it’s really getting too late and you actually need to start doing things. 

A proper good morning kiss is the icing on the cake. It’s a habit, and even when there is no cuddling to be had, it’s how you start every single day.

[nakunakunomi]

❤ + 🧑‍🦲 for Nozel (Black Clover) please? I love him! Thank you

A single Nozel ask, thank you for feeding my not so secret current obsession anon! Enjoy!

It was your favorite time in the morning, when you braided his hair. It had taken quite a while for you to be allowed to do this, and you had to explicitly ask for it. Now it had become a routine. Every morning you'd help Nozel make his signature braid. It was a nice, tender moment every morning, and you enjoyed the closeness and the intimacy every day.

He was usually very relaxed when he just woke up, the planning of the day not yet filling his head with things to overthink. His usually sharp eyes were a little softer, closed as he relaxed and let you do your thing.

His hair was surprisingly soft, the locks slipping through your fingers as you expertly formed the braid, attaching the Silva pendant at the end to secure it all. Your hands rested on his cheek for a second as you pressed your lips to his, a soft finishing touch to a perfect ritual.

"Thank you y/n." His expression was soft as he thanked you, taking his captain's cloak from a nearby chair and putting it on, ready to start the day. "You're welcome dear." You hummed, getting up to get ready as well. No matter how busy the day was gonna be, this little moment of peace was one no one could ever take away.

[nakunakunomi]

Quiet Comfort - Nozel x Reader

So, I had a really *really* bad day today. I was going to work on requests, but I was simply too emotional. So I wrote this, as a little bit of self-comfort, and I decided I might as well share, maybe someone else finds some comfort in it too.

My brain has decided I love Nozel now, and while I fought it hard, I just had to give in. So without any further ado, enjoy this little piece.

2nd person. GN reader.

Warnings: bad day, bad mood, possible mental health issues, low self-esteem. Good ending for comfort feelings.

It was one of those days. The kind where you wake up, and you just know something is going to go wrong. And then everything just goes wrong. No matter how hard you try, no matter how positive you try to be, the sinking feeling at the back of your mind won’t go away. The moment that first thing goes wrong, it just starts a domino effect, smaller inconveniences making your day increasingly difficult until the metaphorical bucket is full, and your literal eyes spill over.

There were just so many little things happening and nothing that could comfort you. You had your favorite food prepared for lunch, but the taste was off. You tripped and hit your elbow, and now your arm hurt when you tried to stretch it. Things were going wrong in so many ways that you were sure you did something to piss off some kind of supernatural being. It had to be.

You didn’t want to waste away the day in your bedroom, however big the temptation was. The idea of just putting your nightclothes back on and slipping between the sheets was tempting. The bed, where maybe your lover’s lingering scent would be enough to calm you down and make you feel safe as if everything was going to be okay.

But you were quite sure that the one that would unknowingly be providing that comfort would disapprove of your way of handling this. As devoted and loving Nozel Silva was around you, he still had his pride, work ethic, and family name, and expected you to uphold that as well. After all, you’re family too. Usually, you were quite good at it. The manners, the poise, the hard work,... Today, however, you just wanted to scream your lungs out and cry your eyes empty, dignity be damned.

You bit your lip and walked around a bit, focusing on your breathing as a means to calm down. It worked for a bit, enough to have you gather the courage to go to the captain’s office. You knew Nozel didn’t particularly like it when you interrupted his work, but you figured he wouldn’t be too mad if you didn’t speak. You just wanted to sit near him for a bit, you just wanted to feel better, and you were fairly certain that his presence was just what you needed.

However, when you knocked on the door and you heard him tell you to come in, all that resolve melted away. You stepped inside. He was sitting behind his desk, pen in hand, probably doing some paperwork. He tilted his head slightly, looking up at you with a curious face. It wasn’t your habit to interrupt his work. The moment his eyes met yours, you felt the hot tears sting at the corner of your eyes and you immediately looked down.

Too late, for Nozel was way too observant to miss that little detail.

“Y/n, what’s-”

“Please...let me just sit here for a bit?”

Your voice was more quiet than normal, and you were still looking at your feet. Nozel didn’t immediately answer, further defeating whatever part of your brain thought it was a good idea to come over here when you were like this. You heard his chair scrape back, and the thought of him coming closer and inquiring about what had made you feel this way today was too much.

The first tear spilled over, and the others soon followed now that the dam was broken. You bit your lip, doing your best to hold back on the sobs as your shoulders trembled from the sheer effort. You were too focused on keeping it together to notice what Nozel was doing until you heard a lock click and felt two familiar hands on your shoulders.

Your body acted before your mind could even come up with a reason why you shouldn’t, and you leaped forward, hugging Nozel close and crying in his chest, tears now streaming freely. You were doing your best to keep quiet, already inwardly berating yourself for being such a baby, for being so dramatic, for being so-

“It’s alright.”

His voice put an immediate halt to all those terrible intrusive thoughts before they could even take a darker turn. You choked out another sob, higher-pitched than the previous one, in sad confusion, and you sniffled.

“Whatever it is. However long it takes. It will be alright.”

You couldn’t immediately form a response, but with the way he was holding you, rubbing soothing circles over your shoulders as you let out all the tears and with them all the frustrations and negative emotions for the day.

When the tears stopped flowing and your throat felt raw, you pulled back a little to make eye contact. Nozel’s eyes showed only concern, briefly interrupted by a bit of disgust when you wiped your cheeks and nose on your sleeve.

“I am sorry.” You sounded tired, broken.

“What for?”

“Coming here,” you started, feeling tears welling up again as you felt guilty, “interrupting your work. I know you don’t-” You hiccuped, another sob escaping, “I know you don’t like me bothering you when you’re working. I’m sorry, I-”

A slender finger was gently placed over your lips, effectively shutting you up.

“Stop saying sorry. You will never be a bother to me.”

“bu-”

“Ssh”

He took his finger away from your lips only to cup your cheek, tilting your face slightly so you had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

“I love you y/n. Whatever is plaguing your mind, whatever is bothering you, whatever has happened, there is nothing that will make me stop loving you.”

“I love you too”, you replied, voice still brittle, the sound barely above a whisper. “I just… really had to be with you.”

“Then I’ll stay with you. As long as you need.” He wiped away a few leftover tears, then kissed your cheek.

“But your work..”, you started weakly, not really ready to make a compelling argument but not wanting to be a bother still.

“You will always be more important.”

He took your hand, and gently led you to the couch, sitting down first so you could join after, making yourself comfortable leaning on his chest.

“You don’t have to do this all alone”

“Thank you”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You nodded, feeling the final tension slip away from your body.

“Yes.”

[nakunakunomi]

Falling for you - Daphne (OC) x Nozel Silva

Hiya, this is the first time I am publishing an OC writing here on Tumblr that's not a blurb or headcanons. I am a little nervous about it tbh, but I also had this scene in mind for such a long time... I hope that some of you may enjoy it, even though it is different from my reader insert content.

Basic info on Daphne here if you want an introduction.

OC x Canon, fluff, humor - 1.5k words

As she walked through the halls of the Silver Eagles’ HQ, Daphne felt her heartbeat pick up the pace, feeling her blood preemptively rising to her cheeks. There was no reason for her to get flustered yet, but the very thought of making a fool out of herself in front of their captain again was just too much. 

Nozel Silva never failed to make her nervous. Initially by simply directing his cold stares at him, or asking questions in such a way that she felt dumb by answering, even if she was fully informed about the subject. In the end, she invented most of the things that he was asking questions about. 

Then, it was another kind of nervousness, the kind that came with finally seeing someone who had been occupying your mind for a while, the kind that came with uncomfortable feelings that made you stammer and stutter, that made you want to show your best sides but never allowing you to do so. 

That was how she had been feeling most often lately, and Daphne was sure this crush of hers was not only painfully obvious but also somehow worse than the initial nervousness she had felt the first couple of times she went to interact with the Silver Eagles’ captain. 

Nervousness, easily getting flustered, and some stuttering and stammering were all not that bad. It would be a little embarrassing for the average person not to come across as confident, especially not as a member of the magic knights in some capacity. But Daphne was not an average person when it came to what these feelings did to her. She was already too clumsy to handle on an average day, in Nozel’s presence, she became nothing but a clown show, tripping over nothing more than air, dropping nearly anything she held, she even ran into his door twice before. If she ever wanted to make a good impression on this man, she had to get her act together. She promised herself to do so every time she had to visit the Silver Eagles’ headquarters, focusing really on not making a fool out of herself. And yet, the minute she was actually in Nozel’s presence, all her resolve faded away, and she had to start all over again.

Was it maybe because he had been behaving a little differently around her lately? She couldn’t be sure, to anyone else he seemed just the same. But after some instances where they worked closely together to develop a new magic item, and even some battles, there were some subtle changes Daphne had started to pick up on. The way he initially seemed shocked and annoyed by the numerous ways she accidentally hurt herself, had softened, and he had sounded almost concerned the last few times. Sure, he still had that obvious tone of annoyance in his voice when he asked if she was okay, but he did ask. One time he had even caught her in time to stop her face from colliding with the floor, a moment she had been dreaming about ever since, much to her own embarrassment. 

He seemed more and more interested in her work, no longer making her feel as stupid as he used to be when trying to answer them. Then again, this could all be just because she was initially intimidated by him, and now she was seeing him in an entirely different, rosey cloud-colored, light. 

She took a deep breath before knocking on his door, stating her name and business, and taking a step back. She nearly missed him telling her to come in, his voice faint behind the solid doors, and her heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. The delay made her hesitate, and in turn,  those moments of hesitation turned out long enough for Nozel to get a little impatient, opening the door for her the moment she was ready to push it open, effectively pushing forward, stumbling, and nearly falling. Lucky for her, Nozel was standing right at the spot where she would’ve fallen down, his shirt providing her with something to hold onto as she tried not to make a fool out of herself this early on in the meeting. Of course, that mission failed the moment her hands reached out to grab whatever was in front of her to steady herself, but besides a quiet grunt and two hands on her shoulders pushing them back so she was upright again, there came no reaction from the royal in front of her. 

She started stammering out apologies while he walked back to his chair behind his desk, sitting down and gesturing for her to take a seat opposite of him. She kept apologizing as she walked over, glad to be sitting down. At least she could not fall like this.

Her gaze was mainly focused on her lap, trying to avoid his stare and desperately trying to hide just how red she was. There was no mirror to check it herself, but she was feeling her cheeks burn up so bad that she was sure she could make the average tomato jealous. 

He was nice enough to pretend he didn’t notice. Nozel had been noticing her getting more and more clumsy the more meetings they had. Especially the last few weeks, as they had met up multiple times in a short span of time to design some magic items specifically attuned to his mercury magic. He was observant enough to notice her stammering and stuttering more, in spite of having no reason to be insecure about anything. She knew what she was talking about, and the items she was designing were coming along nicely, they would prove him useful in battle. 

He was pretty sure the insecurities had to stem from somewhere else, the only logical explanation was that it was him that caused it, and that realization made him feel a certain type of way. Nozel was no stranger to having admirers, he was a royal and a magic knight captain after all, but usually, those people went differently about their admiration for him, being very vocal and -in his opinion- annoying about it. There was something different about the way she seemed to be desperately repressing her feelings, even at the cost of her dignity, that annoyed him in a different way. Like he almost wanted her to stop and be vocal about it, so he could dismiss her like he always did when he encountered people like that. 

But then again, there had been a little voice in the back of his mind that made him not want to do that at all. There was a part of him that thought he wouldn’t necessarily mind her attention in that way, no matter how this seemed like an extremely unlikely match, rationally speaking. 

He felt strangely protective over her, finding himself more and more often cursing himself for not preventing any more of her accidents, especially since he seemed to be the cause of the worst of them. He was falling for her as she had fallen for him, and he had yet to come to terms with it. 

Instead, he nodded along as she spoke, waiting patiently as she wrote down his remarks for things to alter or upgrade about the device. She got more in her element and seemed to calm down with this task to focus on, while he seemed to get more and more distracted every passing second. 

When she was finally done, dropping her notepad the second she got up to leave, he moved automatically, leading her across the room with a hand on her back. The gesture was way more intimate than any kind of physical contact they had had before -nearly none-, and the mere feeling of the hand on her back sent a jolt of electricity straight to her heart. She got uncharacteristically silent, and he didn’t speak either. It was only seconds before they reached the door, but in those seconds, something had fundamentally changed.  

She stepped forward, very consciously, focusing all her energy on keeping her composure, saluting and looking him straight in the eye, cheeks burning bright red. The reflection in her glasses made Nozel realize that he himself had a slight pink hue on his cheeks as well, which he hid by clearing his throat and looking away while he sent her off. 

Next time would be different, undeniably so. But how?