#rill fanfic

[kurooblossom]

First Kiss + Black Clover

♡ Characters: Charlotte Roselei, Julius Novachrono, Rill Boismortier, Yami Sukehiro

♡ Warnings: Alcohol (Charlotte, Yami), established relationships (various types), fluff, gn!reader, ooc-ness probably, slightly suggestive (Julius)

♡ A/N: I really felt the effects of my writer’s block on this one, especially after Charlotte’s part.💀 If anyone wants a part 2 with the rest of the Captains let me know. If there is enough interest I’ll write it. 

♡ Taglist

♕ CHARLOTTE

You would have to be the one to initiate the kiss. As much as Charlotte would want to kiss you, she would overthink your possible reaction, so much so that she just wouldn’t in the end. Assuming that you were not interested in her like that, convincing herself that any flirting you had done were merely friendly banter.

It’s at the end of a long day when you decide to kiss her. You’ve both had a pint or two of alcohol. Charlotte’s flushed cheeks are so cute and you’ve been crushing on her for awhile. She looked too irresistible to pass up.

With a little help of liquid courage, you shoot your shot, prepared for the consequences of your actions if she doesn’t reciprocate.

Slipping their hand behind her head, Y/N pulled the Blue Rose Captain in towards them and pressed their lips to hers. The whole time, their grip on her is loose enough for her to reject them at any time. However, the rejection never comes. A small smile makes it way to Y/N’s lips when they begin to feel her lips move against theirs, her body relaxing into their grasp after the initial shock wears off.

Eventually, the time came to when they begrudgingly needed air. Y/N pecked Charlotte’s lips one last time before pulling away, their hand retreating from Charlotte’s form. The skin on her neck now cold from the lack of warmth Y/N radiated. Bashfully, the Blue Rose’s Captain turned away, hiding her crimson face. Y/N giggled at the gesture, Charlotte’s bashfulness was incredibly adorable like always.

“Does this mean you feel the same, Captain?” Y/N asked, their smile growing.

When the Captain didn’t respond, only small little noises of embarrassment coming from her, Y/N silently pulled one of her hands away from her face and slipped their hand into hers.

♕ JULIUS

Getting the courage to kiss the Wizard King on the cheek, you would kiss him first. Julius, however, wouldn’t let you get away with just a cheek kiss. Being naturally a bit mischievous, he takes this opportunity to confirm his suspicions about you.

He slipped his arms around you when you lean in, on your tiptoes, and placed his hands on your lower back. He noticed the way your cheeks slightly darken underneath his touch, but you seemingly ignore it, committing to your kiss.

Your lips briefly contact his cheek before you attempt to run away. His hand on your back keeps you from any true attempt at running though, wrapping his arm around your figure. His grip, however, still loose enough to where you could truly reject him if you wished.

Julius’ other hand slipped behind their neck and guided them to his lips. Y/N gasped against his lips, eyes widening as they fell into his chest. He chuckled against their lips, feeling them melt into his touch.

“That’s more like it,” Julius murmured teasingly, lips brushing against Y/N’s. “No need to be shy.”

“Shut up,” they whined, cheeks darkening even more.

The Wizard King chuckled, pecking their cute pouty lips. As he pulled away, Y/N chased after him, and he gladly allowed them to rejoin their lips. His hands settle on their lower torso and began to explore the unfamiliar area, memorizing their body with his fingers. Only parting again once more when the two heard Marx’s voice from the corridor. 

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered, pecking their lips once more before pulling away.

♕ RILL

Honestly, this could go either way. It’s just a matter of whoever gets the courage to kiss whom first. 

One of the times when Rill is just being adorably enthusiastic, the urge to kiss him overwhelmed you and you acted on it. Taking his bigger hand into yours, you caught his attention, and pulled him in closer towards you.

Rill’s eyes widen as you pull him in, other hand going to his cheek as you close the distance between the two of you. 

Rill’s cheeks heat up underneath Y/N’s fingertips, his free hand naturally went to their waist. While the kiss is short, no more than a few seconds, it feels like forever as the reality of the situation hit Y/N. Quickly, they pulled away and an unintelligible string of apologies left their lips. Their panicked apology, however, stop when the Captain’s laugh graced their ears.

“Huh?”

Their face was painted in confusion, laughter not being the expected reaction to their kiss.

“I thought I would never get to do this with you,” he admitted, a soft smile appearing on his lips. “I’m so happy.”

“Oh.” Y/N chuckled, their body relaxing at his confession. 

The Aqua Deer Captain’s cheeks darkened, growing shyer as seconds passed as he lingered in his thoughts. His fingers nervously played with the hem of their shirt, hand still remaining on their waist. 

“What is it?” Y/N asked, brows furrowed. 

The young Captain avoided their gaze as he spoke, eyes lingering on the ground behind them.

“C-Can I k-kiss you… again?” He asked bashfully. 

♕ YAMI

The Black Bull’s Captain is the one to kiss you. The two of you go out for some drinks after a long and hard mission, celebrating with your squads on the joint success.

Several hours and pints of alcohol deep, all cares are gone, with the alcohol loosening you two up. Years worth of buried feelings slowly coming to the surface as the intoxicating liquid took over. Your darkened cheeks, disheveled hair, and slightly parted plump lips all too tempting for the Black Bull Captain.

Yami’s arm that laid across the back of the booth seat in the corner of the pub fell down onto your shoulders, and brought you in close to his broad chest. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin and tilted your face upwards. His grip on you loose enough to allow you to move away if you truly wanted to. 

Y/N hummed against his sake-tasting lips, melting into his touch immediately. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or something else, but his lips on theirs felt natural. His lips were warm and soft, the opposite of his normal demeanor. The captain smirked against their lips as they deepened the kiss, hands grabbing at his shirt, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

“Captain!” Asta hollered from across the room, desperately looking for the Captain.

Yami groaned, begrudgingly breaking the kiss. His head fell onto their shoulder, nuzzling his face into their neck. Yami’s large hand fell to their thighs and tiredly began to rub circles onto their skin.  

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” He mumbled after a moment.

“Shouldn’t you go see what he wants?” Y/N asked, brows furrowed.

“He can wait.”

Getting up, Yami pecked their lips before standing with an outstretched hand. Y/N accepted his gesture, slipping their hand into his. The Captain intertwined his fingers with theirs as they left, weaving in and out of the crowd with his thumb mindlessly rubbing over theirs.

[lyranova]

Hii! I love your fics!! May I please request a oneshot where yami's squad member (y/n) turns into a baby / child (whichever is better), and brings her to the captains ' meeting as he has no other choice? (y/n) calls everyone dad / mom and it makes them all super soft for her? like yami is first annoyed then softens up, nozel is straight up rude as usual but everyone glares at him for that (cause they're so protective of her already uwu) and he ends up being soft for her too. idk, this was a 2 am thought im sorry!! thank you for taking requests 😭💞

Hiya anon! No worries 2am thoughts are always fine and fun, tbh I tend to get them a lot myself 😆! Aw thank you so much I’m so glad you like my fics, and you’re welcome, I enjoy taking requests! It gives me something fun and different to do 🥰! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: None

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Yami didn’t know how this happened, she was fine when she left on a mission with Asta and Noelle, but when they all came back she was a baby! When he asked them what the hell happened Asta and Noelle explained that it was the bad guys magic; he could make people really old, or really young!

Yami had ordered them to take her back to the mage and force him to change her back but Noelle explained that they tried, but the mage said his spell would only wear off in 24 hours. So for now…they were stuck with her being a toddler!

She was still able to walk at least, talking on the other hand…well she was only able to say a handful of words, mainly ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’. Which kind of bothered Yami since he didn’t want to be called ‘daddy’ by a member of his squad, but she wasn't really eager to learn ‘Yami’ at the moment he would have to deal with it for now.

Yami fully intended to leave her at the squad as he went to a Captain’s meeting, but when Yami began to ask who wanted to be in charge of their toddler squadmate every single Black Bull scattered like leaves in a gust of wind.

Which was how he ended up in his current situation; in the Captain’s meeting room, with his toddler squadmate sitting in his lap, as the other Captain’s ‘oohed’ and ‘awwed’ over her.

“ Aw look how adorable she is! I didn’t know you had a baby Yami!” Dorothy said as she began to use her Glamour World magic to create small toys to keep her entertained. Charlotte crossed her arms as she looked at the child.

‘Yami had a child?! Why didn’t he say anything? Does that mean he’s married or has a committed partner? Or is the child a product of a one night stand? Yami doesn’t seem to be the type to do that though, so he must have someone! Why didn’t he say anything, I’m so jealous of her, why didn’t I confess to him sooner?!’ Charlotte’s mind raced as she stared at the little girl, she didn’t look like Yami, but that could easily be explained away. The girl looked at Charlotte with wide eyes before she smiled brightly and reached her arms out towards the Briar mage.

“ Mommy?” She asked cutely before her smile widened. “ Mommy!”

Charlotte and Dorothy’s hearts quickly melted and they both couldn’t help but say ‘How Cute~!’. Yami sighed and shook his head.

“ The Prickly Princess ain’t your mom, and I’m not her dad. She’s a member of my squad who got turned into a toddler on a mission earlier. The other brats took off running when I asked them to baby sit her.” Yami explained as he held the small girl still. She looked up at him with a pout but did stop moving.

“ I see, so how long will she be like this?” Fuegoleon asked as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, the girl looked at him for a moment before her bright smile returned.

“ Daddy!” She shouted brightly and with a giggle, Fuegoleon’s brows raised in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face.

“ I’m sorry to say that I’m not your father little one.” Fuegoloen told her gently as he patted her on the head, the little girl pouted.

“ She seems to only be able to say ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, which makes sense since she’s only like 1 or 2.” Yami said in an unsure tone, Rill tilted his head.

“ I think she’s closer to a year and a half! Babies are generally able to walk by the time they’re one, and can talk in short sentences by the age of two, so logically she should be somewhere in between since she can walk but not really talk!” Rill said thoughtfully as he stared at the young girl.

“ How the hell do you know that kid?” Jack asked with a frown and Rill suddenly laughed sheepishly.

“ Me and my squad sometimes volunteer at the orphanages in the city and the sisters explained it to me when I tried to have a group of kids tell me about their paintings.” Rill explained and the others nodded.

The little girls eyes moved to Nozel, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed, ignoring her effectively.

“ Daddy…?” She asked hesitantly and Nozel’s eyes shot open and he glared coldly at her.

“ I’m not your father, and I wish you would refrain from calling me that.” He told the girl, his tone as cold as ice, the little girl jumped for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears.

The girl began to cry and wail at the top of her lungs, everyone glared openly at Nozel.

“ What the hell did you do that for braid boy?!” Yami asked as he and the others tried to console the toddler and Nozel’s eyes widened a bit.

“ Geez Nozel she’s just a baby, can’t you be just a little nicer with her?” Dorothy asked as she put her hands on her hips and had a angry look on her face. Nozel’s cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked away.

“ Don’t listen to him brat,” Yami said to the toddler as he gently patted her head. “ You can call of us ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ as much as you like. And ignore him.” Yami instructed them as his hand moved away from her head and began to wipe away her tears.

“ Yeah! Nozel’s just jealous because he doesn’t have a cool baby of his own!” Rill said as he crossed his arms, and Jack looked over at the Silver Eagles Captain.

“ Even I’m not that big of a jerk to kids bird boy.” He muttered with a shake of his head, Nozel sighed loudly before turning to look at them all.

“ I’m not jealous and I’m not angry at the child!” Nozel shouted accidentally, causing everyones eyes to widen. “ It’s just…” He glanced over at Dorothy, and she suddenly realized why he was acting the way he was.

Seeing that little girl was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him, so all he knew to do was lash out in order to hide his true emotions.

“ It’s just that a Captain’s meeting is no place for a child as young as her. Here, we talk about and see so many terrible things that it could easily traumatize someone as young as her for life. Don’t you think it would be better for her to remain innocent to the horrors of the world just a little longer?” Nozel asked with a sigh.

“ Uh, she’s already seen the horrors of the world remember? She’s actually a Magic Knight?” Yami pointed out in confusion, causing Nozel’s face to turn a brighter red.

“ Nozel does have a point. A Captain’s meeting is no place for a young child,” Fuegoloen agreed before he reached out to take her from Yami. “ So I suggest that she stay with Marx for the time being, and once the meetings over Yami can take her back. Alright?” He watched as all the others nodded and he carefully carried the child through the doors and to Marx.

The meeting ended fairly quickly and now Yami was heading back to the Black Bulls Hideout. After being full of energy all day she had finally wore herself out and was sound asleep in Yami’s arms. He chuckled a bit as he looked down at her, as much as he didn’t want to babysit her at first, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace and he was actually going to miss her being this small.

At least until she woke up and began to torment everyone again, then he wouldn’t be able to wait until she transformed back into her normal self again.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[kalolasfantasyworld]

When two artists finally meet 🎨

Also Helena completely forgot that she has sketches of Nozel in her sketchbook. 😂

Illustration for chapter 20. The healing of Paper Hearts

[theautisticfroglord]

♡ I only exist in the warmth of your loving gaze ♡

pairing - Rill Boismortier x reader

fic type - fluff (?)

warnings - eye contact (small amount), rill being lovesick

mentions - @ravioli-fries haiii :3

Rill Boismortier, the captain of the Aqua Deer, has been mesmerized by you for a long time. He can’t stop thinking about you, to the point of him spacing out often. Everyone around him knows that Rill is in love with someone, but they don’t know who. When he’s around you, he can hardly look you in the eye sometimes, though he knows your face well. Rill paints pictures of you, looking at your features with a wistful smile. 

Rill never shows the paintings to anyone, though. The reason for this is because he feels worried that people will catch on to who he is in love with. Rill also writes love letters about you. He keeps the letters in a drawer at his desk because he feels too nervous to send them to you. He writes everything he adores about you in these letters. 

One day, he decides he’s finally going to tell you about his feelings. He doesn’t know where you are, but he will go out and look for you if he has to. He walks past a tea shop and peers into the window. Then, he sees a familiar face. You’re walking by and you look into the window next to him. Rill looks over at you, his mind racing. You notice him standing next to you.

“Oh, sorry, captain… I didn’t see you there,” you chuckle nervously, surprised to see the captain of the aqua deer casually strolling through the town.

“U-Um… it’s alright… so, do you want to get tea together? We’re both here,” Rill mumbles, just as nervous as you. He avoids making eye contact with you, wondering if you’ve already caught on to him. 

“Sure! Let’s go, then,” you smile, opening the door for him. You both get some tea and sit down at a table together. 

“Thank you for taking the time to do this with me, sir… I guess we both needed some company today, huh?” you chuckle, giving him the smile he always adores. You notice him looking down into his cup instead of at you, seeming off. 

“Is something wrong, Captain…? You seem really nervous today,” you question him. Rill looks up at you, slightly tense. He places down his cup on the table.

“Y/N… can I ask you a question?” He asks, fidgeting with his hands. You notice the look in his rose-gold eyes. 

“Yes, sir, what is it?” You ask intently, wondering what the question is going to be.

“Will you be my partner, Y/N?” Rill asks, shutting his eyes. He hears a soft gasp from you, and his face flushes with embarrassment, wondering why he asked this to you, wondering if you loved him back. 

“Rill… but you’re a Captain… and I’m just me…” you start, but he finally looks into your eyes, holding both your hands. 

“You’re special to me… my status doesn’t change my love for you…” he insists, his eyes sparkling. You blush at the sight of his adorable expression. You pull him in and give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Of course, Rill… thank you so much…” you whisper to him. Rill looks at you, blushing as he drinks the rest of his tea. When you finish yours, you go back out of the tea shop with him, holding his soft hand. You give him one last hug before you go. 

“I love you,” you whisper to him before walking back. Rill makes his way back to his squad headquarters cheerfully, feeling overjoyed about you loving him back. After he makes it to his room, he buries his face in his pillow and cries with happiness. 

When he finally calms down, he decides to write another letter. A letter thanking you for accepting him and loving him like he loves you. He gets a small painting he made of you and puts it into a package with the letter. He’ll give this to you on your next date. 

[innimm-min]

It can't be read well but it's still in Spanish xdd, it's a little work that I haven't finished yet

[valkoinenlintu]

Conny und Rille sind nachts noch alleine im Plattenladen..

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Jaa, es gibt jetzt auch ein Fandom zu dem Kurzfilm “Rillenfieber”, den wahrscheinlich keiner kennt. :D Aaaber das soll jetzt vorbei sein, schaut doch bitte den Film! 🥺

Man kann ihn auf Vimeo schauen, müsste sich dort aber (wenn man noch keinen hat) einen Account machen. Ansonsten hätte ich den Film auch als Download in meinem Gdrive..

Danke auch an das Fanart von @alias-anythinguplease zu dieser Fanfic!

Ach und für die, die mehr Content zu Rillenfieber sehen wollen, ich hab da einen extra Blog für gemacht - @connyszigarettenpaeckchen

[acacia-may]

Pancakes for Dinner

Charmy x Rill Pairing and Charmy & Finral Friendship Fluff/Humor Fic 

This is just some fun and silly fluff (please don't take it too seriously) because I love Charmy and Rill (platonically and romantically), Charmy & Finral’s friendship is criminally underrated, and I’m really attached to this headcanon that Vanessa & Charmy open a bar & grille style restaurant together in the future. (The title is inspired by the song “Pancakes for Dinner” by Lizzy McAlpine as this self-indulgent fluff piece was inspired by listening to that song on repeat!) Thanks for reading!! ^^ 

Description:   Charmy Pappitson knows herself and knows that she is much better with food than with feelings. Even if she's officially dating “pining expert” Rill Boismortier now and might just know a thing or two about love, she’ll never stop wishing that pancakes with extra syrup would make all ailments of the heart disappear for her friends—particularly when scatterbrained, lovesick Finral is wistfully spacing out at her restaurant and making goo goo eyes at her patrons. While Charmy is happy to think he might be putting himself back out there after a particularly painful heartbreak, she's trying to run a restaurant not a dating service, here, and can't have Finral scaring away her customers! Where is Vanessa when you need her? OR  Is it some “serious pining,” lingering heartbreak, or something else entirely that is preventing Finral from showing Charmy's delicious noms the proper attention they deserve? Charmy, Rill, & Vanessa are teaming up to find out!

Rating: G

Fandom: Black Clover (Post-Series) 

Genre:  Fluff, Humor, Love Detectives, and Pancakes!

Characters: Charmy Pappitson, Rill Boismortier, Finral Roulacase, & Vanessa Enoteca. 

Pairings:  Charmy/Rill Pairing (& friendship), but more focus on other friendships particularly Charmy & Finral (Possibly(?) Finral/Vanessa too...if you want to see it. I don’t know...Charmy doesn’t know either lol...) Mentions past Finral/Finesse. 

Word Count: 3863

Link to original post on AO3.

Story Under the Cut:

“Will you please just tell me what you want to order?” huffed a particularly irritated Charmy. She felt like she had been fighting with spacey, scatter-brained Finral for hours though it was probably closer to ten minutes.

“Um…” hummed Finral distractedly—his voice trailing again. Charmy sighed. It was a busy night at the restaurant, as usual, so she didn’t have much time to spare coaxing a particularly dazed Finral to finally focus enough to actually place an order. Though she always set aside a table for her friends, she generally wouldn’t be the one to take their orders if the place was this busy, but her wait-staff had come to get her for help after trying and failing to take his order themselves. Given the fact that he had spent the last several minutes zoning out like he had gotten hit on the back on the head, Charmy could understand why they had been having so much trouble.

She poked him in the arm in a last-ditch effort to get his attention. “Finral?”

“Um…I don’t know…pancakes?” he replied absent-mindedly staring off into space and swirling his spoon around in his teacup. Charmy rolled her eyes at the glossy, glazed-over look on his face, but she smiled.

“Pancakes for dinner?” she repeated, but her smile widened. “Good choice, la.” Maybe she had been getting a little too tetchy with him for spacing out and taking forever to order. “What kind of pancakes?”

Silence. Charmy blinked. Nevermind then. Rather than waiting for him to respond again, she started listing them off. “We have lots of different kinds, la: chocolate chip, pumpkin spice, banana, blueberry, strawberry, raspberry…”

“Sure,” mumbled Finral. Charmy rolled her eyes. Usually Finral’s scatterbrain didn’t bother her all that much, but this was just disrespectful to her delicious noms.

“Which kind?” she insisted to, again, no answer. What in the world was so interesting that he was zoning out and staring at it rather than paying attention to her food?

She shifted and tilted her head so she could see Finral’s line of sight. She sighed. He was staring at the bar which was currently filled with rowdy patrons and a group of beautiful young women in particular—she should’ve known…

Charmy rolled her eyes, but her mouth curved into a bit of a mischievous smile. “How about anchovy?” she suggested.

Finral nodded and hummed. “Sure…”

Charmy raised an eyebrow. “And some balsamic vinaigrette, la?”

“Sounds great,” he sighed.

Charmy’s eyes narrowed—this was a bit much, even for Finral. “And bleu cheese and parsley?”

“Yeah…”

Blinking, Charmy’s brow furrowed. “So let me just make sure I’ve got everything, la,” she began, trying not to laugh. “You want pancakes with anchovies, balsamic, bleu cheese, and parsley?”

Finral paused, and Charmy tilted her head wondering if maybe he was catching on to her little joke—but no, he nodded in a dazed agreement. “Yeah…sounds great. Thanks, Charmy…”

Charmy shook her head before she headed back to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but feel that she was more shocked than she should have been given the fact that this was Finral. She decided to cut herself some slack, however, as it had been a very long time since she had seen Finral in that daydreamy flirt mode—and old Finral would’ve definitely been chatting up those girls at the bar by now rather than just staring at them wistfully from a distance. But, Charmy supposed, he had to start somewhere, and this was at least better than drowning his heartbroken sorrows and crying his eyes out about how he would “never love again” like he had been doing since he and Finnes had broken off their engagement—or someone decided she was actually betrothed to Langris or should be or something…? Charmy wasn’t entirely sure what had happened just that Finral had claimed it was a mutually agreed upon decision to end things but still wallowed in heartbreak for a year like he had been dumped in cold blood.

Charmy tried to stay as uninvolved as she could—which was a bit more difficult than she would’ve hoped given that he spent a lot of time moping around her restaurant and falling asleep at her bar after hours. Charmy tried to be supportive—trying to fix him all manner of delicious foods, hoping it would help him feel better. When that didn’t work, she called Vanessa who was much better at dealing with him weepily pouring out his heart to her than Charmy could ever be. Charmy was great with food, not feelings.

Vanessa, on the other hand, was particularly adept with feelings and all manners of alcohol. It made her a great bartender and made Charmy wonder if she should go get her for help with this situation. In any case, she’d probably be interested to know what manner of garbage Finral had ordered in his dazed confusion.

“What in the world is that?” Vanessa laughed as Charmy sat her plate of gross pancakes down on the bar counter in front of her.

Charmy shrugged. “This is what Finral just ordered, la.” She tilted her head in his general direction.

An incredulous laugh escaped from Vanessa’s mouth before she stifled it with her hand. “Why?”

Charmy motioned Vanessa closer so she wouldn’t scare their patrons with what she said next. “He’s all dazed and making goo-goo eyes at that group of pretty girls at the bar.” Charmy glanced over at them—a large party of at least eight or nine women each of them prettier than the next. She frowned.

Vanessa sighed sympathetically. “It’s been over a year-and-a-half…don’t you think it’s good for him to put himself back out there?”

“A year and a half? Has it really been that long?” asked Charmy, and Vanessa nodded. “Well…in that case, it’s better than him moping around and crying all the time like he’s been doing,” she conceded. There was something particularly pitiful about heartbroken Finral, especially when no amount of cupcakes in the world could make him smile again, but they were trying run a business here... “But couldn’t he find someone new somewhere else? I don’t want him scaring our customers away.”

“He hasn’t been moping around for at least four or five months…” Vanessa shook her head with a shrug. “And I think he’s gotten better—won’t come on nearly as strong, if he’s ready to pursue another relationship, that is…”

“Oh, he’s ready,” huffed Charmy rolling her eyes. “I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen him this lovestruck.”

Vanessa discreetly glanced over Charmy’s shoulder at Finral but shook her head slightly. Charmy whipped around, not nearly as discreetly. “Well, he’s stopped now, but I promise, it was some serious pining, la.”

“Really?” chuckled Vanessa.

Sighing, Charmy shuffled her feet. “Well…maybe…?” her voice faltered. “He could’ve just been distracted, I guess.”

“Maybe you should ask Rill for his opinion—he knows all about ‘serious pining,’” teased Vanessa with a wink, and Charmy’s cheeks turned a bit pink as Vanessa playfully poked her in the arm.

“I’m not going to ask Rill…”

“Ask me what?” Rill cut her off appearing behind her as if on cue. When did he get here?

“If you think Finral is seriously pining right now,” explained Vanessa. Rill whipped around with absolutely no discretion whatsoever. Charmy sighed. There was nothing discreet about Rill. However, he did seem to be taking this very seriously as his brow furrowed and he nodded thoughtfully observing Finral through his signature hand frame.

“It’s hard to say…” he said at last. “I’ll have to watch him for a while.”

“You really don’t have to do that…” Charmy began but was interrupted.

“For you, Miss Charmy, I would do anything,” he said with a bright beaming smile before taking off to, Charmy was certain, conspicuously watch Finral.

“Awww…” teased Vanessa draping her arm around Charmy’s shoulders causing her cheeks to flush a little. “He’s so cute!”

“You say that, la,” sighed Charmy. “But he’s never painted a life-sized portrait of you as a ‘food goddess’…”

“Admit it, you like the attention and think he’s sweet…” Vanessa bantered poking at Charmy’s arm again. Charmy blushed but blinked at her. She and Rill had been dating for nearly two months—she had hoped Vanessa would’ve stopped teasing her about it by now.

“What are you—twelve, la?” she bantered before picking up the plate of pancakes and walking off to deliver them to Finral.

She could still hear Vanessa laughing as she caught sight of Rill sitting down at a nearby table, very obviously hiding behind a menu. Finral, however, didn’t seem to notice—having clearly returned to his dazed and wistful pining—or whatever it was. He didn’t even look up at her when she sat down the plate of disgusting pancakes he had ordered with a “Here’s your food, la.”

“Thanks…” he mumbled with a trailing voice. Charmy nearly choked when he absent-mindedly picked up his fork and jabbed it into his gross pancake monstrosity, but by the time she recovered from shock enough to frantically try to stop him, he had already put the forkful in his mouth.

“Augh!” he cried as his face contorted in disgust—his tongue falling slack out of his mouth. Flailing, he frantically grabbed his teacup in what was clearly a desperate attempt to wash that horrible taste out of his mouth. He finally turned to look at her in horror and confusion. “What was that?”

“Exactly what you ordered, la—pancakes with anchovies, balsamic, bleu cheese, and parsley,” shrugged Charmy, and Finral gaped at her—the taste of that horrible dish clearly pulling him out of whatever daze he had been in before.

“Why is that even on the menu?”

“It’s not. You were spacing out when I took your order so I was just playing with you, la—I never thought you’d actually eat it. If I thought you were actually going to taste it, I would never have made it.” Charmy shook her head and turned around to reveal the plate of normal, delicious pancakes she had made for him, in addition to the ones he had ordered. “I made you some real pancakes instead.”

Finral’s cheeks flushed a bit pink. “Sorry…” he apologized sheepishly. Charmy shrugged.

“It’s alright—it’s good to see you acting like your old self again, la. Just don’t go scaring away my customers with your flirting, okay?”

Finral’s brow furrowed. “What?”

Charmy rolled her eyes unamused. “You’ve been making goo goo eyes at that group of pretty girls all night.”

“What girls?” he asked with a tilt of his head. Charmy’s eyebrows twitched—he had gotten a bit better at pretending to be confused than the last time they had done this.

“Those girls at the bar—there’s a whole group of them: young, pretty, possibly single but don’t ask me to find out for you, la.”

“At the…?” he began but stopped—Charmy presumed, because he was unable to continue feigning ignorance as the blood rushed to his cheeks. A frown spread across his pink face. “I was not…making ‘goo goo eyes’…” he insisted though he turned away from her.

“I already said it’s okay, la.” Charmy rolled her eyes. “And I was just teasing you about scaring the customers away…”  

Finral shifted away from her with a sigh that was uncharacteristically glum. “I know…Don’t worry about it.” His shoulders slumped forward. “I think I’ll just eat the pancakes and go home.”

Charmy frowned and sympathetically poured more syrup on the stack of pancakes. “Don’t give up, la,” she tried to encourage him. She glanced off at Vanessa who was refilling the beers of some annoying Green Mantises who never seemed to leave, and she wondered how long it would take to get over to the bar and swap out with her. That gave her an idea. “Hey, I’ll go see if I can find you a seat at the bar, la.” Then you’ll be close to those girls and Vanessa—it’s a win-win, she thought as she poured more syrup on Finral’s pancakes.

“That’s really okay…” he held out a hand to Charmy, and she glanced down at the pancakes—realizing they were getting saturated with syrup. She twisted her mouth to one side. Oops. Thus were her attempts to help Finral—food, not feelings. Where was Vanessa when you needed her?

“Do you want new ones, la?” she asked almost sheepishly. Finral tilted his head.

“What?” His eyebrows twitched before he looked down at the plate, then back at Charmy. “No…uh…that’s okay.”

“Sorry about that,” Charmy apologized before she turned to head over to the bar. She thought she saw an empty barstool near that group of girls but would need to get a bit closer in order to be sure. “I’ll go check the bar and—”

“No thanks, Charmy,” Finral cut her off—almost self-consciously staring down at his hands. “I’d rather stay here, if that’s okay…?”

Charmy sighed and resisted the urge to pour the syrup again. Maybe she could go make him dessert…? “Okay.”

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“I’m worried about him, Vanessa,” said Charmy with a shake of her head when they gathered back in the kitchen. “I said I could move him over to the bar by those girls, but he said no and got all embarrassed, la.”

“Maybe he’s just not ready yet,” Vanessa shrugged with a half-smile.

“Finral? After a year and a half?” asked Charmy incredulously.

“Finnes was his first love, and now she’s going to marry his brother. That’s a lot…”

Charmy sighed. She supposed Vanessa had a point but…

“But he’s definitely pining,” said Rill confidently, as if he was an authority on the subject. “Wistful eyes. Sighing. Staring off into space.”

“I have to agree with Rill here,” said Charmy causing Rill to beam and puff out his chest with pride and Vanessa to playfully snicker a little. Charmy blinked at her and twisted her mouth. “He actually took a bite out of those gross pancakes.”

Vanessa flinched and grimaced. “Ew…”

“That’s what really convinced me,” Rill interjected with a nod. “Once when I was pining after my food goddess”— he turned to smile adoringly at Charmy—“I took a bite out of my paintbrush thinking it was a breadstick.”

Vanessa laughed as Charmy flagged down a nearby waiter with a breadbasket. “Take a real breadstick,” she said to Rill almost frantically shoving one into his hands. Of all the awful things—to imagine Rill was so lovesick over her he actually tried to eat a paintbrush… Charmy handed him the entire breadbasket.

“Thanks!” he said as he took a bite of the breadstick with a beaming smile. “Delicious!”

Charmy’s cheeks flushed a bit pink at Vanessa’s knowing and teasing smile, but she frowned slightly, saying, “I could see Finral eating a paintbrush right now, la. He’s completely out of it, and when he’s not, he looks so sad…”

“Like a lovesick puppy,” Rill interjected in support though his voice was a bit muffled by his mouthful of bread. “Definitely pining!” he insisted with an empathic wave of the rest of the breadstick. Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, and she shifted to look out the window in the kitchen door. She shook her head.

“I still don’t see it…” she sighed with a shrug. Charmy frowned, and Rill lifted her up so she could see out of the window. Finral was intently eating his pancakes and had stopped staring off wistfully.

“Maybe he’s just focused on eating his pancakes, la?” she suggested with pride. It may have taken him awhile, but she was glad Finral was showing her delicious noms the attention they deserved. “But he was definitely focused on those girls earlier, wasn’t he Rill?”

Rill nodded. “He seemed to be, but he could’ve just been staring off into space. Maybe pining after someone who isn’t here…?”

Charmy frowned. “You don’t think he’s still pining after Finnes, do you?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s possible,” shrugged Vanessa. “Though I haven’t really seen him pining at all so I’m not sure I can say…” She paused. “I believe you though—or at least want to. I’d like to see him putting himself back out there again, but the whole situation was hard on him—I can understand why he’d be nervous…” Vanessa sighed. “We don’t want to push too hard. If he’s not ready, he’s not ready.”

“Maybe he just needs a little encouragement, la? What if you went and talked to him—gave him one of your Vanessa pep-talks and told him he could come sit at the bar by those girls if he wants? And if he doesn’t want to, we’ll just leave it at that,” suggested Charmy.

“Alright,” Vanessa conceded and followed a waiter out the kitchen door. Rill lifted Charmy up again so they could both see out the window, but they soon decided that watching from a nearby hiding place might be better as they could barely see from their current location and couldn’t eavesdrop. Charmy insisted on picking their hiding place, however, and they snuck out of the kitchen doors and crouched down behind a dessert cart without being noticed—at least not by most people. Charmy watched Vanessa’s eyebrows twitch and figured she must’ve seen them, but even if she did, she didn’t let on and continued her conversation with a particularly pink Finral.

“And they’re beautiful girls and very nice. Plus, all of them but that redhead on the end are single—I asked,” she finished saying with a wink.

Finral blushed. “You…you asked them? For me?”

“No, not just for you. I was making conversation…I’m a bartender—that’s kind of what I do,” she chuckled, but her face softened as she watched Finral fidget with his hands. She tilted her head, almost apologetically. “I’m sorry. None of us want to be too pushy, but we all just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“All?”

Vanessa sighed but nodded. “Yes, me, Charmy, even Rill…” She shot Charmy and Rill a particularly pointed look, and they sheepishly crawled out from behind the dessert cart.

“Hi,” said Rill as Charmy waved at a rather confused Finral.

His brow furrowed at Rill in particular. “Is that why you came over to tell me about how you once almost ate a paintbrush when you were pining after Charmy?”

Vanessa could barely stifle a laugh as Charmy glared at Rill who just shrugged.

“I thought it would be helpful…” Rill explained to no one in particular. Charmy rolled her eyes but shook her head affectionately. Vanessa was right—his enthusiasm was really quite cute… Charmy’s smile brightened at the thought, and Vanessa laughed even harder.

“Listen, you guys…” sighed Finral. “I appreciate that…I really do, but I’m okay, really. I know I haven’t really put myself back out there yet, but it’s not because I’m heartbroken and it’s not because I’m scared—” He stopped before adding with an almost-awkward breathy chuckle, “I mean I am scared, a little…but it’s not that—it’s just that I…” He swallowed and stared down at his hands as his cheeks flushed. “I…I don’t want to…” His shoulders twitched into a slight shrug as his voice trailed, and Vanessa smiled sympathetically and reached across the table to pat his hand reassuringly.  

“And that’s okay. Give it time. There’s no hurry.” She smiled kindly as his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. “You’ll be ready one day.”

“Until then, I’ll go make more pancakes!” said Charmy enthusiastically.

“You want some bread?” asked Rill holding out his breadbasket.

Finral tentatively reached out to take a breadstick with a confused, “Thank you?” as Rill took the seat across from him which had been previously occupied by Vanessa.

“Definitely pining,” she whispered in Charmy’s ear with a wink as they headed back to the bar and the kitchen respectively. She placed a hand on Charmy’s shoulder and added just as quietly, “Make chocolate chip pancakes…” before she winked again and took her place behind the bar with a beaming smile.

Charmy’s brow furrowed both vindicated and confused as she returned to the kitchen to make more pancakes, assuming Vanessa’s chocolate chip suggestion was worth trying out. She had several other orders to catch up on, first, however, and by the time she finally had the opportunity to make more pancakes, Rill had appeared to watch her cook with an attentive adoration as he doodled on a sketch pad—probably a drawing of her as the “pancake goddess,” if she had to guess. The thought made her laugh a little.

By the time, Charmy finished the chocolate chip pancakes and took them out to Finral with Rill in tow, the dinner rush had started to clear out. The restaurant was still noisy but not nearly so crowded or rowdy. It took Finral far longer than it should have to notice the plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him as he was spacing out again with that dopey, wistful look on his face by the time Charmy and Rill returned. Charmy rolled her eyes and shared a knowing look with Rill before, it seemed, Finral finally realized they were there.

“Thanks, Charmy,” he said at last with a kind smile before taking a bite of his pancakes. His smile widened, and he looked up at her with especially excited gratitude. “Chocolate chip—my favorite! Thank you!” Charmy beamed with pride. Nothing made her happier than knowing that her food had made her friends happy.

“You’re welcome, la. But you can thank Vanessa for the chocolate chips. She suggested them,” Charmy admitted. She had not known Finral’s favorite flavor of pancakes before today—though she could have guessed it was not anchovy.

“Oh,” answered Finral with a tilt of his head, but his surprised expression softened into a smile that spread between his rosy cheeks as he returned elatedly to his pancakes.

Charmy beamed as he bit into one with an almost wistful sigh, and she glanced over at the bar with a grateful smile for Vanessa. Vanessa, however, didn’t seem to notice as she was too busy wiping down the corner of the counter that that particularly large party of girls had left. Wait…

Charmy paused, and her brow furrowed. She nudged at Rill who looked up at her in confusion before she tilted her head towards the bar. His eyebrows twitched, and he wrinkled his nose confusedly. They looked from each other, to the nearly empty bar which Vanessa was cleaning off, to the lovesick, scatterbrained Finral, who was eating forkfuls of pancakes with one hand and absent-mindly stirring the spoon in his teacup with the other—dreamily spacing out all the while.

“You don’t think…?” Rill began in a whisper, but Charmy cut him off with a shake of her head.

“No,” she replied with a playful tap on his arm, but she turned and poured some extra syrup on Finral’s pancakes—just in case...

“Hey, Rill?” she asked as they turned to head back towards the kitchen. “What kind of pancakes do you like best, la?”

The End

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Summary: You go on a date with your beloved. They pick you up for a Valentine's Date they've organized for you~

A/N: This is written as a choose your ending type of a fic, so the beginning is the same for all, but then endings are separately at the end! I was hoping to do more, but I ran out of time today, so, alas... But I hope you enjoy these dates!

Pairing: William x gn!reader, Fuegoleon x gn!reader, Nozel x gn!reader, Nacht x gn!reader, Yami x gn!reader, Rill x gn!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot/s Genre: Romance/fluff Total word count: ~2,7k Warnings: nothing, just fluff~

Late afternoon. The time of the day when a lot of the knights were finishing up their work for the day, and this would’ve been the time, on most days, when you would have tried to find your boyfriend. At least to ask him about how his day has been so far. At least as much, because it was never granted what could happen in Clover Kingdom that would involve the attention of the Magic Knights; some duty related to that, which would require either your attention, or your beloved’s.

But. Today, as it wasn’t like most of the days of the year, you hoped even more that it wouldn’t come to that. That you wouldn’t need to run off, or your dearest wouldn’t need to run off, and perform a duty. Though you were certain, that he wouldn’t unless it was absolutely necessary. Because this was something you had been planning for quite some time now already. This date, chance to spend some quality time together. Though it was, perhaps, a little bit … pretentious to have one day, specifically, dedicated to this kind of thing, when love could be celebrated on any day of the year. Not that you minded about being able to go out, served a few compliments here and there, and just… being together. So, perhaps, even if it might have been a tad bit pretentious, maybe it was better to have at least some kind of an excuse, a reminder to set aside some time for each other, and really bask in the warmth of each other’s emotions. So, maybe it didn’t matter, if it happened on this day that was dedicated for all lovers.

It was Valentine’s Day.

And your dearest had promised to take you out for dinner.

Where this dinner, and what kind of a dinner it might be, remained a mystery. He was particularly secretive about it, which was because, you assumed, he wanted you to be surprised. Though it made choosing an attire slightly more difficult.

But, knowing him, you had an idea about what it might be. Of course you couldn’t be sure, but … by now you felt like you had gotten to know him well enough, that you knew where he’d take you. Or at least what kind of a dinner date it might be.

Plus, he was picking you up, so you hoped that… if you had chosen something that wouldn’t fit, at all, he’d tell you.

There was a passing wave of amusement that washed over you as you were putting on the finishing touches, a wave with which your eyes turned to the ceiling as a chuckle escaped from your lungs and the corners of your lips tugged up, even if only a little. Butterflies swirled in your stomach, but the flutter, the swirling and tumbling, was wrapped in a blanket of calm; of reassurance. Because…

Of course he would tell you.

Or then he might make slight adjustments to the plan, if possible. Because he would never put you into a situation where you’d feel ashamed by showing up in a wring place, in something far out of place. Some outfits were just difficult to maneuver in certain events. Wearing the same thing to a picnic on the field and a formal ball might … perhaps suit some people, but one would look out of place in the other. And he would never purposefully do that, make you seem like you didn’t belong.

So, of course, he’d tell you.

Because he loved you.

There was a knock at your door, which made the butterflies swirl even harder, as if trying to rise to your throat, making your swallow. Your heart began to race, and you could feel a faint warmth on your cheeks. Which… perhaps, was something out of place. After all, you had been dating for quite some time already. There was no reason to start feeling this bashful about him picking you up on a date.

But you did.

He was still able to make you feel like this, even after all this time. And that, from what you understood, was a rare treat. Not everyone was so in love still after so much time.

So… there was a hint in there, in your reaction and how he made your heart race. They whispered in your ear with the quiet utterance of a careful wish; a careful wish because you didn’t quite dare say it as the truth.

That this was real. What you shared, was real.

Genuine love that everyone speaks about, but far less seem to achieve. From what you heard. From what you had previously felt.

Oh no, this was real.

It was too good to be anything but.

And so, you made your way to the door, and took a deep breath before placing your hand onto the cool surface of the metal door handle.

The corners of your mouth were still tugged up, and your eyes were half lidded as you thought about him.

Yeah, you loved him, with all your heart.

And with that, you opened the door.  

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William stood there, in a fine pressed suit, without a mask. After all, nowadays, he had come to terms with how he looked like. And though you wanted to think that it was because of the love, support, and reassurance from your part, you also didn’t want to take his strength in coming to terms with it, away from him. It has been his strength of overcoming his insecurities.

“Good afternoon, my sweet songbird,” he wished while handing you a bouquet of flowers. White lilies that smelled so sweet, along with red roses.

“Hey,” you greeted, practically sang, while taking the flowers.

“I have booked us seats in a restaurant by a nearby river,” there was shyness in his tone, so careful and hushed it was. “I … thought it would be nice to sit there, nearby the trees and dine as we watch the sunset.”

You could see a hint of blush on his cheeks, as he told of his plans, wanting to make sure that you’d be alright with it.

And for a moment you had to wonder to yourself, why wouldn’t you be alright with it? Because that sounded absolutely splendid; careful and tender. Just the kind of a date he’d arrange. So, of course, you accepted his plans, and invitation to take you onto this date.

“That sounds absolutely lovely,” you told him, making a smile of relief appear on him, and which in turn made your own smile only widen.

He really cared for you. He really, really did. Your sweet William, who held so much love in his heart.

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Fuegoleon stood there, behind the door, in a rather regal attire. Not that he wouldn’t have looked anything but regal on any day of the week. But his formal suit, adorned with gold chains and embroidery, made him look even more so. And the way he stood tall, as if making extra effort to straighten his back while picking you up, held a hint of something that could only be described as ‘adorable’.

“My beloved,” he began, carefully enunciating his words and giving you a small nod of recognition. “It would be a great honour, on this evening, if you would accompany me on a date,” he said, while handing out a bouquet of red roses, speaking of his love and commitment, and heliotropes that matches his eyes, which spoke of how everlasting they would be.

“And it would be an equal honour to accept this invitation,” you replied with a faint smirk and a little bit of a tease in your tone as you accepted the bouquet.

He let out a hum, as if trying to gather a taste of your words onto his tongue. Or perhaps he was contemplating on it, as he continued with: “I believe that to be impossible, my beloved. But I have booked us a private cabinet of a restaurant, where we might dine, and dance, and stare at the stars from a private balcony.”

That was unless you’d get lost in his eyes before even catching a glimpse of the stars.

But, you had a feeling, as you agreed to his proposal, that he might get lost in yours first.

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Nozel’s mauve eyes greeted you on the other side of the door. He was wearing a suit, adorned with silver and blue, which made him look, if humanly possible, even more handsome than he already was. His strong jawline, broad shoulders and piercing, intensive eyes, drew your eye in, as if an invitation. But, you couldn’t help but notice the ever so faint tone of pink right on top of his cheekbones.

Who would’ve guessed it, that the mighty eagle would appear so, while picking his dearest on a date?

You knew that he would never admit it, about feeling shy or insecure about it. About… If you would like what he had prepared.

“I … request your presence in the private garden of the Silva estate,” he stated, almost a little too officially. As if he was making a formal request, an announcement, perhaps even delivering a report. The way the words tumbled from his tongue were so stiff, and yet, the way his brows quivered, spoke of hesitance. “There is a dinner prepared, after which we might stroll in the garden, away from prying eyes.” His eyes closed, as if he was second guessing his plans and decisions. He continued while handing you a bouquet of lilacs and red roses, the sweet smell of which combined together as if a fine perfume.

“Well, my sweet silver prince,” you smiled, nearly grinned, because of his flushed state. “I happily accept,” you took a hold of the bouquets and took a step closer to him. “As long as there’s a kiss at the end,” you teased, which he’d have to grow to accept. That some teasing would be involved.

“Are you trying to bargain with royalty?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow, but there was an ever present, faint, playful tone in his voice, one that never before starting to date him, would you have imagined him to have. “I demand at least two,” he smirked making you laugh.

Perhaps he should get his way with this. Just maybe. This once~ Perhaps it wouldn’t be soooo very terrible to give in this once~

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Nacht stood in the doorway, holding a bouquet of dark red roses, and forget-me-nots that matched his eyes, looking at you with his usual, blank expression. And something about it took you back to a previous time, when he still wasn’t ready to open up about his emotions, to a time when he was insecure, or in denial, about his emotions. Or perhaps a little bit of both, deeming it better that you would stay away from a person such as him.

He handed you the flowers, while averting his eyes for a faint moment, before his lips parted. “I have arranged us a table in a restaurant, in a nearby village. It’s a smaller, more secluded place, but…” he paused, as if hesitating. “Afterwards I… hoped we could take a walk through the forest and… admire the moon and the stars.”

You knew that he was a former noble, and thus, he knew his way around etiquette and could have dined even in a more pristine restaurant, without issues. But it didn’t mean that he wanted to. Generally speaking, arranging dinner dates had proved a little bit difficult, because he didn’t wish to flaunt his relationship around, in front of the eyes of strangers. But neither did he want to stay in the Black Bull’s hideout and have to deal with the teases and comments of the other Bulls.

This was all about you. And thus, a smaller, more quiet restaurant and stargazing.

It would be just about the two of you. Your emotions, your love, your choice to be together. His and yours. And he was so very devoted to you, which you knew. He cared so much that sometimes you thought he might break. Because there was an ocean under that cold exterior.

You geld onto the bouquet with one hand, and placed your hand onto his cheek, as you smiled to him. “And just exist. Spend time together. Just like that.” There was simplicity in your words, but there was a kind of beauty in simplicity. Because that it what you both wanted. Just to love and be loved in return.

What could have been sweeter than that?

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Yami stood behind the door, rubbing the back of his neck, and averting his eyes as you came in sight. He was wearing a t-shirt, in place of his usual tank-top, and new pants. But his squad robe was still there, now looking slightly out of place.

“Here,” he simply said while handing you a bouquet of red roses, plain and simple. But he was the kind of a guy, who wanted to be clear and simple about how he felt. He wouldn’t have said something, if he didn’t mean it. And so, there was something awfully fitting in him giving you a bouquet of red roses that didn’t try to be anything more, or anything less. They just were, and proclaimed the emotions that he held in his heart.

“Thank you,” you said while taking the bouquet in hand, and giving him a smile, as he still rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, there’s this … tavern in a village nearby… I know it’s not ‘nything fancy, but… it’s good, and I was thinking about taking you there,” he half mumbled, as if losing confidence. Almost like he thought that he’d need to offer you more. That his suggestion wouldn’t be good enough.

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll go anywhere,” you told him with a faint smirk. But really, despite the smirk, you were being very serious. Because you would have taken a good, honest guy like Yami over any fancy dinner with someone pretentious.

“Come ‘n,” he half sighed, half grumbled. “All ya needed to say was that you’d come with me…” he trailed off, while still looking away.

You let out a pleased hum, because you knew what that meant. That he had heard the reassurance, but he also wasn’t good with these kinds of things. He never had a good come back, because he just wasn’t the type of a guy.

At least not yet. Maybe in a few years. Maybe after spending a few more years together.

Time would only tell, and you’d be happy to find out.

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Rill stood there, with a large bouquet, adorned with every coloured flower that you could imagine. Red, blue, purple, white, yellow, pink and orange. But the manner in which they were arranged, made it look anything but messy, and… the huge red rose that sat at the centre of it, served it a kind of harmony; conviction, like it as exactly as things were supposed to be.

The first things you saw, were his hair, and the gigantic bouquet being presented, nearly shoved, to you.

“Happy Valentines, my dearest, my muse, my all!” You could hear him say, but despite the sincerity, there was apprehension, as if a question. If it was good enough. If this bouquet he was giving you, was good enough of a piece. Perhaps not his masterpiece, but good enough of a piece.

You took the bouquet, and held it lower, so that you might see him.

“I have arranged us a picnic!” He announced. “On a field with many gorgeous flowers, so that after we’ve eaten, I might try to paint a picture, a masterpiece worthy of the most beautiful flower there, you, my muse, my inspiration and all.”

Sometimes you had to think about how he was able to weave his words into such a gorgeous piece of poetry. Sometimes the syllables tumbled from him rather clumsily, but… every now and then, when he was speaking form the heart, he said the most perfect thing…

It really made you stop, and … if possible, fall in love with him even more.

“I’m… That sounds perfect,” you stated, while still trying to comprehend the depths of the meaning behind what he had stated.

But, you had a feeling that no matter how long you’d try to comprehend them, you never would. ‘Tis was the way of the soul of an artist.

[vsyrworld]

get to know my favorite driver's ship

this was made by me and for me and i wrote fanfic about them!!!

(fyi; i started watching f1 in 2015 so ofc you guys KNOW what my FIRST and ULTIMATE ship)

(older f1 ships: )

Brocedes :D (childhood friends, teammates, rivals, anything but a lover - crofty 2021)

OH COME ON. I will write an essay about their history. BUT ANYWAY, despite their toxic year in 2015/2016, I still adore how young nico and lewis friendship or whatever they had in Greece back then and I still keep this ship alive until the 2021 season. Their battle on the track was BEYOND TOXIC, yet their battle off the track (media drama) is HILLAARIOUS. How come Lewis accidentally spills out, the name that shouldn't be spoken for Half of DECADE. God both of them are dramas king. NICO PODCAST omg the talk with Alain prost and they compared his vs Senna battle with HIS AND Lewis's battle PLUS when Nico's storytelling his "friendship" history in ITALY at the SPONSOR EVENTS *CRIED* and lewis always mentioned how he loves ice cream and do cheating day in imola and monza BECAUSE IT WAS NICO WHO INTRODUCE THE FOOD THERE. ugh I hate and love them at the same time. (I do include some Seb/NICO too because I like see Lewis getting rilled up)

2. Kimi and Seb (I ADORE THIS A LOT)

my calm and serenity wise iconic ferrari couple. I feel like Kimi was the rock ice and water for Seb to prevent him from burnout because of ferrari. during 2017-2018, Seb pushed hard (same like Charles) and yet the car reliability fuck his championship standing. and kimi (--kimi was the last ferrari champion hiks) kimi just so attentive to seb and I genuinely like both of them being rebels to whole ferrari tradition (like they don't do rollercoaster thingy, they DON'T master Italian, they just become their self and being so comfortable in their own bubble, fuck world). I had noticed also Seb (and Gio) is the only teammate that can make Kimi laugh. I just super super adore them!

3. Maxiel (TRADITIONALSHIP! I REFUSE OTHER SHIP FOR MAX BESIDE DANIEL. I REFUSE!)

ugh should I explain them? THE CHAOTIC GAYEST ENERGY IN WHOLEEE 2016 GRIDS COME ON. I love how Daniel basically took young rookie Max under his arm and just had fun on and off the track with It? The biggest flop was when Max was just so hotheaded and they crashed in Baku. I thought their relationship gonna be stranded but GUESS WHAT? MAXIEL IS STILL ALIVE UNTIL NOW HELLO? and their relationship is so real not only for the camera but also out the camera. The other highlight moment is when Max is already 'too big' daniel really steps down from RBR because he knows, Max will outshine him, and he knows (what he learned from brocedes too) that it's better to go the other way.

(newer)

4. Dando (COMFORT SHIIP Not romantically also)

I thought daniel was max soulmate but LANDO excuse me? They can share daniel If they want. i just love how lando becomes so silly and blushes like school teenager around Daniel. i love how they INFLUENCE each other. I think because I feel nostalgic with them because they really similar with Maxiel in 2017 era, just one season before Daniel goes to renault, Maxiel was strained on thin paper. Dando other hands, well Daniel mostly, struggled in McLaren (with the papaya fans also still adore Carlos that time and refuse to let go him) plus Lando was shining bright just like Max 2016. Again, daniel he stepped OUT (this time). I guess, that similarity made me miss maxiel too.

5. last one C2 (Charlos) gosh, please!! ultimate!!!

loving and adoring them was expected though. It wasn't because they're both handsome (I already know Carlos was goofy ever since his Renault era so I never consider him as a handsome man) BUT DANG BOY, RED ON CARLOS WAS SOMETHING ELSE? RED ON CARLOS, BLACK ON CARLOS WAS SAKDAJSKDFHLKJSAFHKJAF.

-- okay back to the c2. It was a slow build okay? I realized that they are special during Carlos's first podium, Monaco 2021. Charles WAS LIKE ME. Blushing giggling, shy gazes toward Carlos. they are so endearing. Both of them are the victims of the Ferrari team. But I think they both understand each burden (Charles being the predestinated one, and Carlos had to prove his talent bcs he is a two times world champion son) plus, the way Ferrari screwed Charles in 2019. The team was cracked but with Carlos, I didn't expect this cursed team is heal :"D (Crying) and Charles become more relaxed, more enjoyed, even his coping mechanism is with laughter and Carlos just matches his energy. Idk , they gave me... a relationship through ups and downs.

and I realized there are so many people trying to pit them against each other, their fans are constantly arguing about who is the best and better driver, always dragging one of them down, but guess what is Carlos and Charles's response? it's completely differs from real life. They knew and fucking see it their fans tension. Carlos's anger to the Spanish media has already proven enough he had enough of these things. Charles also said in an interview that "what he saw about him and Carlos is nowhere true". they are the best PR relationship couple out there, but I also can see a genuine, how they know each other so weell. How Charles kept the football game updated just because of Carlos, how Carlos knows his favorite food, how they had their own internal jokes,

they are both soo lowkey on the camera during and outside the race. and I think that Is why people never hype them like carlando or everyone's favorite childhood rival to lovers lesttapen. And I thought they didn't really hang out with each other that much but WHAT WAS THAT SUMMER BREAK? HUH? YOU IN MALORCA AND WENT TO SOUTHERN FRENCH? What were the matching Instagram feeds color and aesthetic at New York? WHAT WAS THE THING ABOUT PASTA CARBONARA UN LUNGA NON PENNE? WHAT WAS THAT THING CHARLES SLEPT ON THE FLOOR just to accompany Carlos watching World Cup? The dolomites? The Sardinia?

there are soo many thing that they keep it so low-profile and under camera, and yet their conversation is so domestic.

[lyranova]

hello, I'm sorry if i can't describe this well enough...

may I request a fanfic where rill accidentally makes his s/O cry by saying something mean to them (he had a bad day and acudentally snapped) and when he realises that he hurt you he starts to cry too?

like a hurt-comfort fic if that makes sense where rill and his s/o comfort eachother

thank you :3

Hiya! No worries, I think you described it perfectly well so please don’t apologize 🥰! Of course you can, sometimes we all snap at our loved ones when were having a bad and stressful time and I’m sure our Magic Knight Captain’s can be the same way at times! I hope you enjoy 💕~!

Word Count: 557

Warnings: None

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Rill slowly made his way to his room, today was not a very good day. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and now all he wanted to do was go to his room and paint. Painting was one of his favorite ways to relax, so he silently hoped it would help get him out of his bad mood.

Behind him was his significant other, they had been talking about their day and had been trying to cheer him up. But all they were doing was making him grumpy. He wasn’t usually this sensitive, but today was an exception.

“ Can you just stop talking?!” Rill snapped suddenly as he turned around to face them, he watched them jump back in surprise. “ I get it you had a great day, I’m happy for you! But do you ever think that not everyone wants to hear about it, especially when they’ve had a bad day?!” He snapped again in irritation. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and his eyes widened, he hadn’t meant to say it out loud!

He watched as tears welled up in his partner’s eyes and slowly fell down their cheeks, Rill’s heart broke at the sight and he reached a hand out towards them.

“ I was just…trying to help you feel better,” They sniffled as they rubbed their eyes. “ Why do you have to be so mean when I was just trying to help!” They cried before they turned around to walk away.

Rill quickly took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around your shoulders to give them a back hug. They tried to wiggle out of his grasp but that only made him tighten his grip.

“ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” Rill said softly as tears fell from his eyes and landed on their shoulder. “ It’s not your fault I’m having a bad day, but I took my feelings out on you as though it were. I’m sorry.”

His partner sniffled and wiped the tears from their eyes before they turned around in his arms and looked at him.

“ I’m sorry too…I should have taken your feelings into consideration. I knew you were having a bad day and I came across as bragging about my good day.” They said softly but Rill shook his head.

“ You didn’t do anything wrong! You were just trying to help because you know I love hearing about your day. So don’t blame yourself for something I did.” Rill said as he sniffled and wiped the tears from his own eyes.

“ Do…you wanna talk about it?” They asked quietly as they sniffled one last time. “ About your day I mean.” Rill nodded.

“ I do, if you’re okay with hearing about it.” Rill muttered sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head, his partner smiled and nodded firmly.

“ I don’t mind one bit! If listening to you rant about your day helps you in some way then I’m more than happy to do it!” They stated firmly and Rill smiled back at them before the two began to walk back down the hall towards his room.

For the rest of the day the two talked about Rill’s day, and his partner’s, as Rill painted multiple lovely pictures for them to hang in their room and throughout the Aqua Deer Base.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[kittycatxoxo1]

fanfic idea!!!

.........

shoto remembers having a imaginary friend when he was 7, he can't remember its face but he used to remember its face till he was 12 then almost everything about it was gone like it was wiped from his mind.

the LOV was captured and being put in a reform program, endeavor having a big house and the #1 hero (wanting to look good) gave the lov a place to live while they were in the program. shoto didn't really mind them being there like magne was cool! she liked messing with his hair trying out new hairstyles on him, toga was ok a little blood crazy but she was nice and liked to do fashion shows with shoto both trying new styles! tomura was odd he really liked talking in gaming terms but he was nice enough to teach shoto how to play a lot of his favorite games.

kurogiri was quite but willing to listen to shoto vent, mr.compress likes to show off his magic tricks (which shoto loves) and spinner likes to preach about stain (which shoto does not love)

the only one shoto cant get along with was dabi! it was like just looking at shoto made the ex villain sick and shoto didn't understand why.

one day shoto, tomura, magne and dabi were watching tv when dabi just blurts out "im your brother" making everyone look at him confused and dabi looking at shoto says "im your older brother" tomura and magne are flabbergasted like ????? they knew dabi for years and not once did that scared up asshole ever tell them.

shoto racks his brain "i dont have a older brother" dabi rolls his eyes "uh yeah, you do. touya, ya remember that name?" dabi asked with sarcasm in his voice making shotos face go a bit red "i think id remember having an older brother if i had one" and as soon as he said that endeavor happened to walk by.

endeavor looks up from his phone "oh, you do" shoto looks at endeavor confused "i do what?"

endeavor looks back at his phone "you have- well had an older brother but i payed someone to wipe those memories" he said like he was talking about the weather not even caring to look at his youngest when he dropped that bombshell on him

shoto just sits in silence trying really hard to remember if he had a older brother, his voice, his face, did he have their moms quirk? but nothing came up

tomua a even more shocked says "why the fuck would you do that??" really confused making endeavor roll his eyes in a way that makes shiggy go 'dabi really is a todoroki'

"because, shoto kept screaming for him when he needed to train" he sighed "it was always 'touya help me!' 'please come back' and 'touya, touya, touya!' and i got sick of it" all of that said in a tone like if one was talking about a younger sibling annoying them

magne and tomura sat in shocked silence, shoto in panic still rilling about having his memories wiped and dabi just sat looking off to the side.

endeavor just walks away not caring (ew)

late at night dabi lays awake in his room still thinking about what happened when he hears shuffling at his door, he gets up and opens the door only to see shoto standing there looking awkward af shoto glances at dabi but quickly looks at the floor "can i come in?" he asks quietly, dabi sighs but let him in just wanting this weird convo to be over as quickly as possible

"i dont think they got everything" shoto said quickly making dabi freeze "who didn't get what?" he asked

shoto sits on dabis desk chair and dabi sits on the bed "whoever wiped my memories didnt get everything" shoto says "explain"

"well they got the memories where i could see you but not the ones where i could see you at the corner of my eye" shoto explained "like i remember training with the old man and seeing a boy in the corner of my eye watching me" dabi remembers doing that watching shoto with hatred in his eyes as shoto does the training that dabi was supposed to do.

shoto keeps going "and i remember waking down hallways and just catching a glimpse of a boy but never really seeing him" shoto gives a little laugh "i thought you were my imaginary friend" that made dabi give his own laugh.

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i came up with this at 5am lol

i just really want shoto to interact with the lov like how everyone has deku interact with them!! just shoto vibing with them!!! 

just know this in free to use!! so if u want to write it you can!

[theautisticfroglord]

no doubts or faith

pairing - rill boismortier x reader

fic type - hurt-comfort

warnings - arguing, yelling, reader gets hurt (emotionally, also in leg) crying

notes - two in one day!!!!!! angst woohoo *collapses* also *makes summoning circle* @ravioli-fries hello hi (throws fireball at you)

Your boyfriend, Rill, shows his emotions with painting. Sometimes, it becomes destructive. He rarely ever lets this side of him show, and he’s managed to keep that side repressed since he joined the magic knights.

One day, you and Rill are arguing. You both seem really upset at each other. You then accidentally say something you didn't mean to.

“YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE ME!!” You blurt out, and you slap your hand over your mouth in shock at your own words. Rill tenses up more at what you said to him. He looks up at you with the most serious and angry expression you've ever seen on him. Your stomach drops.

“If that's how it's going to be… then I'll leave you alone!” Rill growls, slamming the door to his room shut. You sit down next to the door of his room, rocking back and forth with tears in your eyes. You hear slamming, creaking and growls from his room. You feel scared for your boyfriend because of how angry he is at you.

Feeling terrified and desperate to see him, you open his unlocked door. You see Rill angrily painting, his room cluttered. He doesn't even hear the door open because of how blindly angry he is.

“R-Rill, dear… I-I'm sorry, please calm down,” you call out to him, trembling.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!! YOU JUST DON'T GET IT!! JUST GO AWAY!!” Rill yells, throwing an attack at you. Luckily, it didn't hit you. Though, it hit the wall next to you, causing a piece of the wall to land on you. You cry out in pain.

“RILL!! PLEASE, I'M SORRY, I LOVE YOU!” you scream, tears streaming down your cheeks. You wail and scream, terrified. You aren't gravely injured, but you're stuck under the debris. Rill finally hears your heartbroken cries.

Rill finally looks back, and freezes when he sees you under the piece of wall, crying and trembling.

“Rill…!” you cry out, noticing the upset look in his eyes and feeling even worse. You start sobbing louder as he walks towards you, traumatized from how scared you are.

His hands trembling, Rill moves the debris off of you. You immediately start trying to run, but the shock and the pain in your leg is too much. He wraps his arms around you as you try to squirm away. He turns you towards him, holding you.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry, please don't h-hurt me, please, I'll do a-anything,” you breathlessly cry, desperately trying to calm down. Tears start to stream down Rill’s cheeks as he sees your pained and terrified state. He wraps his arms around you. You hug him back, still trying to steady your breathing.

“Y/N…! I'm so, so, sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you, p-please…” Rill sobs, squeezing you tighter. You struggle to speak because of how much stress you just went through. You kiss him on the forehead, making him start wailing.

“I-I don't deserve you, Y/N! You deserve better, s-so much better than this… Look at you, m-my angel, my muse, I'm s-so sorry,” Rill cries breathlessly, holding you and kissing your face.

“Wait right here, honey… I'm so sorry…” he brings you to a seat, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. You notice the way his cheeks are reddened, the way he looks so scared for you even though you weren't injured very badly, even though it was an accident.

Rill comes back with tea and bandages for your leg. After he wraps your leg up, he looks up at you with a sad and remorseful expression.

“I'm sorry, dear… I understand if you don't love me anymore…” Rill whispers with tears in his eyes. He then feels your hand petting his soft blue hair.

“I love you, Rill… I'm sorry I made you angry,” you finally say, fidgeting your hands. He kisses you, carefully sitting next to you.

“W-Why are you apologizing? I hurt you…” Rill hugs you tightly.

“It was an accident, but… I still deserved it, I shouldn't have said that,” you mumble, recalling what you said to him before he went into his room.

“That wasn't because of you! I had a lot of pent up anger,” Rill cups your face in his hands. You look into his rose-gold eyes lovingly.

“Thank you, love… Should we clean this up?” You ask, looking into the lightly damaged and messy room.

“I'll clean this on my own, dear,” Rill insists. A few minutes later, the room is mostly recovered. Rill kisses you on the forehead as he helps you up off the chair. He brings you to the bed and lays you down with him. He cuddles up to you, trying not to disturb your leg.

“Thank you for still loving me, my muse,” Rill whispers softly, continuing to kiss you.

“Thank you for loving me, too, Rill…” you murmur, starting to fall asleep. Rill holds you closer, pulling the blanket over the both of you. He notices how tired he is as well, and buries his face in your shoulder.

“You're so pretty, I love you so much,” he whispers, drifting off to sleep next to you.

[tendertenebrosity]

Masterpost masterpost

A masterpost of all my writing that has masterposts! I mostly run to fantasy, heavy on the character relationships and angst.

Long things:

Ruler and Empress - Probably my most popular, this starts rough but gets fleshed out rapidly. The monarch of a defeated nation contends with the cruel whims of their conqueror. Gilded cage, sadistic choices, vicarious punishment.

Illiam and Helis - Two old friends from university meet up on the opposite sides of a war. Fantasy bigotry, morally grey/sympathetic villain.

Galen and Everet - Set in the world of Dragon Age in the mage-templar war, a templar helps out a mage and deserts from his corrupt company. Sympathetic captor, drug addiction.

TJ and Danny - Set in Wildfae’s Pathverse, the handler of an oppressed telepath becomes disillusioned with his job. Sympathetic captor, institutionalised whump.

Consort Rill - My current WIP. The prince-consort of a nation in rebellion is taken captive and held hostage. Royalty AU, pirates.

First of the Hollow - Most recent piece. Our protagonist swears themselves in servitude to an ancient forest spirit, and bad times ensue. First person narration with body horror/gore.

Short things:

Torin - old disconnected pieces about a lost winged boy. Kept as a scientific curiosity, wing whump, sympathetic captor.

Dissonance - Fanfic for the book Ocean’s Echo, containing involuntary telepathy, forced mindlink, enemies to friends. 

Keldin’s story - Angsty bodyguard/Prince romance, first person.

[desfraisespartout]

Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics (wips included) and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thank you @birdmenmanga for the tag!

I'm currently working on two fics! One of them is a second chapter!! Like, I've never written multichapter fics! And the other one, I'm planning on it being a multichapter fic too! Oh my... It's a first! I'm so excited!!

1. Unlikely meetings, chapter 2 (Birdmen, radio station AU with Karasuma Eishi and Sagisawa Rei) [WIP]

A hand was pointing in the direction of flowing colors, as if they were slowly getting sucked into the center of the wall. A black hole. "Eclipse" said the person next to Rei, but then they shook their head. They seemed upset.  The person took a paint brush and threaded carefully towards the canvas, avoiding the  paint rills across the floor. They tentatively stroke a few times with the brush, but then shook their head again. They frantically wiped the canvas with their sleeve.

"Wait, Rui!" cried Rei, his hand extended in front of him. He suddenly recognized his brother next to the canvas. Rui slowly turned to look behind him, showing a sheepish smile and his eyes brimming with tears. He was pleading for more time. His hair was a mess and his long-sleeved shirt was stained with paint.

Rei watched nervously as his brother was closing in to the singularity, fearing he'd soon get swallowed whole alongside the paint. This was usually how it went. But then, against all odds, a blinding light came from behind Rui. His brother turned towards Rei and seemed to hesitate before saying... Rei couldn't hear. He couldn't see his face either with all this light. It was like looking directly at the sun... "The Eclipse is done" whispered Rei.

2. Sapphic timeloops angst [no title yet] (Birdmen, no abilities / sci fi AU with Umino Tsubame, Fiona, Irene Griff) [WIP]

Haven't started translating it yet, so here's an excerpt in French:

Tsubame sent des doigts effleurer sa joue. Elle fait mine de continuer à dormir, alors les doigts se dirigent vers ses cheveux pour jouer avec une mèche et l'utilisent pour lui chatouiller le front. Un sourire se dessine malgré elle sur ses lèvres. "Bon matin, Tsubame," dit une voix douce. Tsubame ouvre les yeux et son champ de vision est empli par une Fiona assise au bord du lit en face d'elle, un coude appuyé sur le matelas avec la main sous le menton. Ses boucles blondes tombaient le long de ses épaules. Tsubame résiste à l'envie de passer ses doigts dedans en voyant que Fiona était déjà coiffée de sa paire de papillons élastiques. Elle devait être réveillée depuis un moment. Tsubame continue de contempler son visage et lui prend la main qui lui joue dans les cheveux. Fiona rougit un brin et affiche un petit sourire gêné mais affectueux, une rareté qui était réservée uniquement à Tsubame et à Irène. Leurs doigts s'entremêlent et Tsubame les attire vers sa bouche pour les embrasser un à un. "Bon matin, Fiona," dit-elle entre deux baisers.

I'd like to tag @magicmetslogic @lackadaisical-pottymouth but anyone coming across this post, feel free to participate.

[koneko-pi]

Sharing on Tumblr a little cut from my Fanfic Silver Season. Its on AO3 right now and idk if I'll be putting it on here too, that seems like such long posts sometimes XD but if people want to see it I will try! But here, just a part of the 3000+ word first Chapter.

Emergency captains meetings had, at one point, been few and far between. And Nozel would not have to schedule himself so sparingly so he could be called upon at any moment's notice. But recently it seemed like every other day he was being summoned up to the Wizard kings castle to listen to everyone bicker amongst each other. Even now down the empty hall he could hear Yami's overly loud voice arguing with, most likely, Jack.

"Do you two ever shut up?" Nozel commented to them as he walked through the doors and over to his own space to sit down between Dorothy and Jack.

"You can shove it Braid-Face." Yami was immediately on the defensive over whatever topic had him so worked up.

The silver mage had already been in a foul mood that day but to be so atrociously insulted, by a foreigner no less, had his mana flaring up already.

"You need to calm down." Fuegoleon, newly appointed back into his position, pushed himself in before some kind of fight could take place. "We're all tired and tempers are short. There's no need to antagonize one another, especially not in front of Julius who is in the worst state of us all."

All heads turned to their now tiny wizard king, who looked incredibly apologetic at having to summon them here once again.

"Please forgive me…" he said as soothingly as he could. If it had come from anyone else the captains would not have calmed down as quickly as they did.

"What brings us all together this time?" Nozel asked after gaining his composure again.

"Yeah, no offense Julius, but some of us really got our plates full." Yami huffed, a cigarette was held tightly between two fingers but was unlit. It was pretty obvious how badly he wanted to light it though.

What Yami was referring to was the unfair task placed upon his squad after the Elven attack, repel, and then trial of his squad mate Asta. Not only did the bulls have their hands full looking into Devil nonsense but everyone else was still busy repairing not just the kingdom but their own reputations. Many of the citizens had lost a lot of faith in their Magic knights after it seemed they had turned against them as traitors. As a result everyone was running themselves ragged and tempers were short.

And that was no different for the captains, organizing the work forces on top of attending these regular meetings, they too were all looking incredibly tired.

"I really do apologize for summoning you all so suddenly." Julius sighed. "But I promise this time it's important."

Rather than explain himself what was happening he nodded to Jack.

"Keh…" the man seemed bitter as he turned and shouted to the doors. "You can bring it in!"

"Bring it in?" Charlotte looked confused, mirroring everyone else in the room as two Green Mantis knights came in carrying a large blanket-wrapped something.

"Good lord, what is that stench!?" Kaiser was first to recoil from the horrid odor that was permeating the room.

"Is it that?!" William was leaning away as the two magic knights tossed their load over onto the meeting table. Its bindings came undone to reveal what was inside…

"That's the biggest ant I've ever seen!" Rill gawked at it. It was a suspicion the boy had an odd interest in magical beasts with how often he used them in paintings. This reaction just further proved it.

Laying now on their table, undoubtedly dead, was a massive Ant. Its body was a shiny red color with a foul smelling green fluid leaking out of open gash wounds that must have taken its life. There was no shine to its lifeless eyes and over all the creature was easily the size of a large dog.

[aarcanechaoss]

Can you do a headcanon with y/n in black clover accidentally revealing she worked in a brothel.

And the members reactions to it

It could be a fanfic instead if that'll be easier

Lyra (TDV) was almost a ex-brothel worker 👀 ya’ll are in my brain what is this shit 😂

The reveal came in the form of Julius Novachrono, the Wizard King, asking you (a Magic Knight Captain who’d been one just as long as Yami and William) questions during a meeting. There was an upcoming mission regarding men going missing at a certain brothel- that being the one you used to work at. Y/N wasn’t too thrilled that Julius had asked her about it in front of them but she wasn’t ashamed of her past regardless of him being the one to make her a knight. She needed a way to live, what’s the shame in that.

Charlotte Roselei

Charlotte felt heat rush to her cheeks when she finally understood what Julius and you were talking about. Part of her had wanted to scold you, tell you that pleasing a man should not have been a priority in your life but then she remembers. You once told her you had to fight harder than most to live, to eat and have a place to rest. She gave you a soft smile instead, not one of understanding but one of recognition for your accomplishments.

Dorothy Unsworth

Dorothy didn’t mind at all. Mostly because she was asleep through the meeting and partially because it’s not her place to have an opinion and she understands that. She’s of the opinion that one’s past doesn’t define you unless you have a massive screw up like murder or something so she really doesn’t care about your past work.

Rill Boismortier

Poor boy has no idea what a brothel is. Regardless of him being nineteen he has no idea and is just sat there listening to the meeting as he usually would. Though he’s a bit confused by your angered expression.

Kaiser Granvorka

As one of the older Captains he does have quite old fashioned thinking some days. He’s a kind man who doesn’t judge but he cannot help but let his mind wander. He isn’t too impressed by her former occupation, believing she must have been quite the lustful youth who’d turned herself around- but he isn’t the type to think her tainted.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Another with conflicted feelings. He’s not old fashioned but easily flustered knowing that she’s done… things with people most would believe was unbecoming of a non-married woman. He couldn’t judge her though, he knew many commoners had to take the hard route but he does wish that he was there for her much sooner. He is however glad that she feels no shame in having wanted to live.

Nozel Silva

He is admittedly a little put off by the Captain now. He just cannot fathom having to be so desperate for a living that you would sell your body and perform acts no unwed person should be caught doing. He understands she fought her way to the top but he can’t stop his mind from wandering between what his mother would think (that she had to go the harder route, that she wanted to live) and what his father would think (that she was a tainted woman unfit to be anything but such kind). He will remain quiet until he sorts himself out.

Yami Sukehiro

He gets it. There isn’t any shame in living through the worst of the worst and getting out. No shame in offering and being offered pleasure of any variety. Life sucks when you are the outlier, when no one wants you, when you are just a nobody. So he supports you, offers any knowledge he knows as well and he gets Julius to shut up at that.

Jack the Ripper

Like Yami he understands the hardships that comes with being a commoner. He was a hunters son and a hunter himself, he’d seen blood and death from a young age. He doesn’t think she needs to be embarrassed or angered when talking about her past, she can’t change it just as he can’t change his. Like Yami he supports her, he’ll offer aid if he has to. He’ll offer being an absolute psycho if it gets the other Captains to stop staring at her.

William Vangeance

He’s another that allows a flush to cover his cheeks. He’d known you well before you’d both become captains and knowing that.. it means you would have been young during your time at the brothel and he feels a little shame I’m not having met you sooner. He doesn’t think there is anything wrong with a woman using her body as a means to live, no. But he does think that you deserved better.. and maybe that’s a little bit of reflection on himself too.