#Black Clover Event

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Trick or Treat!

To celebrate spooky season I'm doing a little trick or treat event. For this you may send in 1 character and ask for a specific type of a treat, or, then you can ask for a trick in relation to the character

Because there isn't a "free space" for headcanons, you may ask for a specific opinion in relation to a character. For example favourite ship with them, or what is my general thought to their contribution to canon. Basically prompt me to talk about something in relation to a character

I will keep these open between 23.10-31.10 and I'll answer them between my study breaks now that I've passed my midterms and can focus on the next ones in 2 weeks.

Happy Spooky Month to you all~

[blackclover-emc]

This event is a fandom wide, collabrotive event; as in everyone in the fandom who wants to participate can, and this is also an event where writers, artists, etc can kind of meet and get to know each other (if they want ofc!). If you have any questions please feel free to ask!

There are some rules to this event though!

Event rules:

1.) This event starts 10/18 and will go until 11/01! Your initial ball posts must be posted between these two dates; however, if you and others are still replying to each others posts after the date (as in; y’all’s stories aren’t done by 11/01) then that’s totally fine!

2.) Please tag this account with your works and drabbles so we can see it, reblog it, and have it archieved here!

3.) This is a halloween ball event; meaning that the setting for your drabbles must take place during a ball, however, it can be whatever type of halloween ball you want: It can be a costume ball, a masquerade ball, whatever you want as long as it’s a ball!

4.) Your drabbles can be a minimum of 100-200 words or they can be as long as you want!

5.) Please specify in your posts if you would like for others to reply to your drabble with one of their own (essentially a collab) or not, this is an event where you can post a oneshot by yourself, or an event where you can collab with other writer’s or artists!

6.) OC’s, Canon Characters, Next Gens, OC Ships, Canon Ships, etc; are all allowed to participate in this event!

7.) If you and the person you’re responding to have the same ship (example: You both have a Nozel x OC ship) then please discuss beforehand if it’s a harem situation or if the OP would rather you use a different OC so there isn’t a misunderstanding!

8.) You can use pinterest or picrews for your character’s outfits if you so wish, or if you’re an artist, feel free to draw their outfits!

9.) Please be kind and respectful to everyone participating in the event!

[lyranova]

So, for my 1k event I was thinking of doing a Halloween ball type event for it, but with a twist; the twist would be this is an event where everyone can write and participate and where people can interact with each others story!

For example; say I were to make a drabble post for my ships or Next Gen’s at the ball, and say you wanted your ships or next gen’s to interact with them, then you can easily reply with a drabble of your own! And if you would rather have no one reply to your drabble, you can easily put a disclaimer and say that 😁!

Also, this will be open to *both* OC ships and CC ships!

I don’t have a start date for this yet, but it will be before Halloween, since this will be a Halloween Ball 😌!

[nova1516]

A Dreadful Hallow’s Eve Ball

A work for lyranova’s 1k event! Congrats! :D @blackclover-emc

I was hesitant to participate, but then I saw so many lovely works that inspired me to do one as well! I took this opportunity to write about one of the side plots/stories of my next generation au!

Next Gens Featured: Felicity Vermillion, Calix Vermillion, Titaia Vermillion(not mine), Acier Silva II, Argent Silva, Adrius Silva, Adeline Silva, Gin Vermillion, Lune Grinberryall(vaguely mentioned)

Canon Characters Featured: Fuegoleon Vermillion, The Salamander, Nozel Silva, Jack The Ripper

(Background) Pairings: Fuegoleon Vermillion/Bridget Oriel || The Salamander, Jack The Ripper/Nozel Silva

Background Information: A short summary of previous events that affect this story: Felicity and Calix Vermillion were originally commoners from Ylve Village. As children their village suffered a great tragedy, burnt to the ground. The two siblings were the only survivors, and they were found by Fuegoleon Vermillion and The Salamander. The couple eventually formally adopted the children of Ylve. Soon after they also take in Titaia, a fire spirit. Recently Felix and Calix find out the tragedy that struck Ylve was no accident, and Felicity wants to desperately avenge their deceased parents.

Summary: Felicity has an opportunity to learn more about Ylve’s tragedy at the annual Hallow’s Eve Masquerade Ball.

Word Count: 3,905

This story is told from various points of view. Enjoy!

Felicity stared at the letter in her hands, and as she reread it she considered burning it, to destroy any evidence it was ever written.

The neat and pretty words promised answers, answers she’d been searching for for months.

Dear Felicity Vermillion,

It shall be on Hallow’s Eve, at the long awaited masquerade ball hosted by the Wizard King, where I’ll be waiting for you. It is your choice to make my acquaintance, but remember well, if you do not meet with me that evening, I shall no longer provide you with the necessary clues to find out the truth about what happened to your birth parents.

I will be waiting at the tallest tower of the castle’s east wing when the clock strikes for midnight. I will be wearing…a lion’s mask. That should be familiar for you, no?

As I promised, if we meet, I shall answer any and every question you might have, in exchange for the pendant your mother left with you.

Best Regards,

C. Y.

“Catalyst Magic: Flames of Ire.”

Felicity watched as the letter burnt to a crisp, leaving nothing behind except for lingering ashes.

She adjusted the strap of her dress, which had slipped from her shoulder, and walked towards her mirror. She scrutinized her appearance harshly, from head to toe. From her (temporary) blonde hair, just as it had been when she was a child, to her long, vermillion dress, and high heels. The garments felt foreign on her skin, but she pushed her discomfort aside.

She needed answers, and she would be getting them tonight.

The young Vermillion grabbed her mask, a gilded, intricate thing, and put it on.

• ☘︎ •

“Hey,” Calix sauntered up to his older sister, a tired Titaia accompanying him. They were both dressed for the occasion. “Tia told me you went back to blonde! Welcome back!”

“Do not get used to it,” Felicity glared at her brother. “I will dye it back after tonight.”

“What? C’mon keep it for a few weeks at least!” He grabbed her hand and then Titaia’s. “Look! We all match now!”

Titaia nodded along with Calix.

“I’m not keeping it blonde, Cal, and don’t look at me like that, Tia.”

Calix sighed regretfully, and Titaia huffed.

“Children, oh—good you’re all ready.” Fuegoleon hurried down to meet the three Vermillions. “We’re late. Let us—Where’s your father?”

Felicity and Calix shared a look before shaking their heads, and when they looked at Titaia, she shrugged.

“Then where—”

“I am ready, Fuegoleon Vermillion.”

The four Vermillions turned to look at the stairs.

The Salamander, Bridget Oriel, stood in a beautiful ivory and jasper orange attire, and was donned in gold jewelry. He looked breathtaking as he made his way down to meet his family.

Fuegoleon couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way to his lips, as he stared at his lovely spouse.

“Beloved little ones,” Bridget smiled brightly. “You all look truly astonishing!” He glanced at Fuegoleon, narrowing his eyes. “Hm, handsome, dereworthy.”

Fuegoleon gave him a (Felicity would describe it as a stupid, lovey-dovey) smile. “And you look as stunning as ever.”

Calix beamed. “You both look phenomenal!”

“Pretty.” Titaia uttered.

Felicity sighed. “Can we leave now?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Little One,” Bridget turned to his daughter. “Are you in a hurry, perhaps?”

Felicity nodded slowly, and quickly thought of an excuse. “I just…I’d like to get there before cousin Adrius finishes off all the good desserts.”

Calix and Titaia went tense.

“We need to leave now.” Titaia nodded along to her brother’s statement.

Felicity hid a smile. It worked, as always.

“Alright, alright,” Fuegoleon herded the two menaces out of the Estate. “Let us leave at once.”

Bridget extended an arm to Felicity, and the young Vermillion hesitated for a second before she took it, and they left to catch up with the rest.

Her family’s ever lively presence took a little weight off of her shoulders. Yet the sense of impending doom grew again, this time overwhelming, as they neared the main Castle.

• ☘︎ •

“That blonde hair might fool all of your suitors, but not me, Felicity.”

Felicity turned around, and came face to face with a young woman. Her fetching silver hair was tied in an elegant, popular braided style, and her dress was dazzling. Her mask, matching in silver tones, obscured her eyes, but there was no room for doubt. This was the renowned, oldest daughter of Nozel Silva and Jack The Ripper.

“Good evening, Acier,” Felicity greeted her cousin. “I’d appreciate it if you lowered your voice. You’re right, the tameless men that chase me relentlessly have yet to recognize me. I’d like to keep it that way.”

Acier let out a short laugh. “Of course,” She whispered, and looped their arms together. “As much as I hate being discreet, I’ll do it for you, dear cousin.”

Felicity shook her head fondly. “What about your suitors?”

Acier groaned. “As irritating as ever.”

“You should’ve taken more advantage of the masquerade ball,” She pulled on a loose, blonde strand of hair. “Like I did.”

“And what? Have my hair dyed blonde?”

The two royals laughed, lighthearted.

“It’s good to see you, albeit a bit different than usual.”

“And after so much time,” Acier said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been so busy I barely see you anymore, Felix.”

Felicity averted her gaze. “I…apologize. I know I haven’t been present enough. I’m just busier than usual.”

Her thoughts wandered back to the letter. She glanced at the clock. It read 11:00pm.

“Calix told me,” Acier sighed. “He said you’ve been trying to figure out what really happened to Ylve Village.”

Against her parents’ wishes.

Fuegoleon had promised to reveal everything in due time, but after finding out they’d been keeping the truth hidden, and after her fight with Calix…she’s been more desperate than ever to get answers. That desperation led her to C.Y. a mysterious figure who happened to know a lot about a village that had burnt down two decades ago. (They’d never met face to face. They’d only ever communicated through letters, initated by C.Y.)

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Calix…That brother of mine never learned to keep his mouth shut.” She sighed. “Look I understand right now is not the time, and that I shouldn’t be going behind my parents’ back, but—”

“I understand,” Acier offered her a smile. “And I know perfectly well that no matter what I say, you’ll end up doing it anyway, so instead of trying to stop you, I’ll help you.”

Felicity huffed. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t want you, or anyone else, to get involved.”

“I wouldn’t get my hands dirty,” Acier supplied. “At least not that much. I could get you the reports.”

“The reports?”

“If you remember,” Acier subtly gestured to the other side of the ballroom. Felicity followed her line of sight and saw two Magic Knight Captains, away from the crowd, speaking between themselves. “My parents, mostly my dad, handled the case of Ylve long before uncle Fuegoleon even heard of it.”

That’s right. Ylve Village had been under Jack The Ripper’s surveillance months prior to the accident.

“You…have access to those reports?”

“Not currently, but I could get them for you.”

Acier and Felicity straightened up when Nozel noticed them staring. Jack turned to face them next, and laughed upon seeing their stiff postures. He waved at them.

Acier waved back, slowly leading Felicity away. “Perhaps we should take this conversation elsewhere—”

“Lady Silva!”

“Fuck.”

Ronnald Vitesse, a member of the Silver Eagles(following in his father’s footsteps), approached the two women.

“Ac—Lady Silva, I’ve been looking for you.” He said sheepishly. “Would you do me the honor of letting me have your next dance?”

“Apologies, but I’m busy right now.” She gave him an unimpressed look. “And I’m not interes—”

“She’d love to,” Felicity interrupted her. “I was just about to take my leave.”

Acier glowered. “What.”

“Great!” Ronnald extended an arm out to Acier, which made the latter take a step back.

“Hey, Felix!”

“Sorry,” Felicity scurried away into the crowd.

• ☘︎ •

As gracious, and tempting, as that proposition had been, Felicity would rather not get Acier into trouble with her parents.

Even if it’d be the safer option, to trust Acier rather than a stranger. It was better not to involve her.

Not to mention, she thought it’d be a waste to let C.Y. get away.

Felicity paused in her step when she came across the buffet table.

Calix and Titaia were staring down the last piece of strawberry shortcake, and across from them Adrius and Adeline were also eyeing the treat.

The only dessert Felicity had been looking forward to…

Felicity had to think quickly if she wanted to get that last piece before them.

Glancing around the ballroom she found the perfect solution.

Her cousin, Gin Vermillion, was standing just a few feet away from them, talking idly with one of the Grinberryall girls, and in his hands was a plate full of desserts.

Among them was a strawberry shortcake.

“Catalyst Magic,” She uttered under her breath. “Spatial Magic: Gateway.”

Gin’s grimoire began to glow dimly as Felicity borrowed his magic. In the blink of an eye the last shortcake vanished through a portal, and landed safely in Felicity’s hands.

“What the hell?” Adrius faltered, shoulders slumping.

“My cake!” Calix lamented.

“Gin.” The three of them turned to Titaia.

“That’s right!” Adeline pulled on her brother’s coat. “That portal looked exactly like Gin’s gateways!”

The four of them spotted Gin within seconds.

Felicity suppressed a chuckle as she hurried away with her cake, successfully getting away with it.

Another great distraction from the imminent encounter.

• ☘︎ •

Nozel observed Acier and Felicity conversing, and saw the moment his niece left Acier with Vitesse’s son.

He sighed. “I will be back in a moment,” He met Jack in a kiss when the latter leaned down. “Go help our daughter in the meantime.”

Jack arched an eyebrow, and narrowed his eyes when he noticed Vitesse prattling on to a very uninterested Acier.

The couple parted ways, and Nozel left satisfied when he heard Vitesse shout in surprise.

He walked around the room until he found Fuegoleon. Fortunately, the man was alone, gathering two cups of wine.

“Fuegoleon,” He stopped to stand beside the fire mage.

“Nozel,” Fuegoleon looked surprised to see him. “Good evening, I thought—”

“Have you taken notice that our daughters have been acting strange as of late?”

Fuegoleon paused and faltered, placing the two glasses down.

“Acier and Felicity.” Nozel clarified.

Fuegoleon’s brow furrowed. “Acier too, then?”

“Only recently, and I believe it’s related to your daughter.”

Fuegoleon sighed. “She’s been somewhat distant ever since we had an argument a few months ago.”

“About?”

“Ylve.”

Nozel stiffened. “You told her?”

Fuegoleon shook his head. “Not everything. I gave her and Calix the photograph of Calixtus.”

“I see,” Nozel crossed his arms. “I assume she’s trying to find out the truth on her own?”

“Most likely.”

Nozel glared at him. “Are you going to do anything about it? She could get in trouble, and drag the others with her.”

Fuegoleon took the glasses again and began to walk away. Nozel followed. “Bridget and I have been surveilling her at home, at the base, and Calix and Titaia are looking after her. They would tell me if anything happened. I have it handled, do not worry.”

Would they tell him?

“Perhaps it is time to tell them the truth.” Nozel suggested, keeping up with Fuegoleon’s slightly faster pace.

“If we do so, they will try to get involved with him.”

“Regardless, we should. C—he’s dangerous, but we’re far stronger. It’s why he’s stayed hidden for all these years. He’s as cautious as he’s a coward. But we could find him with Felicity’s Catalyst Magic, and detain him once and for all. She’s old enough to—”

“That’s a theory, and I’d rather not risk her safety for it.”

Nozel walked faster and got in front of his cousin. “For all you know she could be risking her life as we speak. It’s better to take initiative now and help them find justice for Ylve. We cannot let her do this alone—Even if she’s not doing anything now, she will eventually.” Sometimes Felicity reminded him of himself in his youth, and that worried Nozel.

Fuegoleon’s fists clenched around the glasses. He let them go when Nozel took them, and placed them at a silver tray nearby.

“Telling them…it’ll break their hearts.” Fuegoleon finally receded.

“I know.”

“Let’s tell them tonight. I will speak with Bridget.”

Nozel nodded. “I’ll tell Jack—”

“Gin Vermillion!”

Fuegoleon and Nozel watched as their respective children, being led by Adrius, marched up to their younger cousin, demanding a…dessert?

“Adrius…” Nozel sighed, exasperated.

Fuegoleon let out a short laugh, the tension slowly leaving his frame. “We should defuse the situation before it escalates.”

“Agreed.”

The two captains made their way across the ballroom, heading straight for the young royals. Suddenly a man from the crowd got in their way, and they bumped into each other.

“Apologies, sir.”

“Watch where you’re going.”

The man smiled, and placed a hand over his chest. “My sincerest apologies, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva.” He was tall, almost as tall as Jack, and he wore an expensive suit, coupled with a lion mask that covered the majority of his face, making most of his features indiscernible. “This lowly servant never meant to intervene.”

“It’s quite alright,” Fuegoleon assured him. “Do not fret.”

However, Nozel was struck with sudden familiarity. “Have we met before?”

The man only tilted his head sideways. “I think I would remember if I met a member of the royal court,” He laughed. “I’m just a servant of this lovely palace, that’s probably where you’ve seen me.”

Nozel wanted to ask him to take off his mask, but apparently it was a rule that no one could. Ridiculous.

He didn’t care enough to follow it.

“Take of—”

“I told you! I took this from the table. I did not use a portal!” Gin shouted, distracting Nozel for an instance, and that’s all it took for the mysterious man to disappear back into the crowd.

“Damn it.”

• ☘︎ •

11:45pm.

Felicity paced back and forth between the darkened halls near the entrance of the East Wing. She could still vaguely make out the commotion of the ball downstairs, and that did nothing to calm her racing thoughts.

She was going against direct orders from her parents, and they were just a few rooms away. Moreover, Acier had given her a way out of this meeting. Her cousin could get her the reports, and she wouldn’t need to meet C.Y.

Yet.

She couldn’t let this person get away. They knew too much about Ylve Village. Even if she could obtain answers elsewhere, she needed to meet this person.

He knew her late mother personally, and wanted her pendant.

She needed to know why.

The next passing minutes felt torturously slow.

• ☘︎ •

Bridget huffed. Fuegoleon had either gotten sidetracked or had completely forgotten about their drinks.

“Hey, uncle,”

Bridget brightened up when Argent Silva sat next to him at the Vermillion’s table. “Good evening, poppet.”

Argent nodded and leaned back on his chair.

…

Bridget decided to tease him when he remained quiet for too long. “Wouldn’t you prefer to fraternize with your peers, rather than to accompany an old spirit such as myself?”

“Everyone else is busy, and,” Argent averted his gaze, as a subtle blush rose to his cheeks. “You’re good company, so.”

Bridget felt his heart melt, impossible for a being such as himself, but Argent Silva rarely ever showed an ounce of emotion, and it was being directed at him! He grinned and gently tousled Argent’s hair. “You are great company as well, little one.”

Argent grumbled when his uncle’s claws left his hair messy, but didn’t protest further.

“Gin Vermillion!”

Upon hearing his brother’s voice Argent turned around, and sighed. “…And there they are.”

Bridget looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of his partner and Nozel Silva heading towards the commotion. Abruptly a man, donning a golden lion mask, ran into them.

Bridget frowned. There was something oddly familiar about that man. Yet the fire spirit could not decipher what it was, being a considerably far distance away.

“I told you! I took this from the table. I did not use a portal!”

The man in the lion mask passed unnoticed by the two captains, and just before disappearing into the crowd, looked at the fire spirit straight in the eyes and smiled. As soon as he vanished, his entire presence did as well, as if he never existed.

Bridget stood up. “Argent Silva, go to your father.”

Argent stiffened at the use of his full name, and scanned the ballroom, trying to find whatever it was that alarmed his uncle. “What?”

“I shall not repeat myself. Go, right this instance.”

Argent nodded slowly, and wasted no more time, leaving promptly.

Bridget observed the entirety of the ballroom, and started making a mental checklist, making sure everyone was present and accounted for.

His nieces and nephews were all clustered in the same part of the room, and his children too. His children.

Titaia and Calix, (mainly, only Calix) were now speaking calmly with Adrius and Adeline. Next to them Fuegoleon and Nozel were attending to an anxious Argent. And…

Looking around, he was able to find Acier with her other father.

And.

And…

He marched along the edges and corners of the ballroom, sifting through every crowd, every table, every spot in the dance floor, and yet he could not find…

Bridget stopped in his tracks. He needed to calm down and think rationally. He inhaled, then exhaled, involuntarily letting out a puff of steam. He only needed to find Felicity’s mana and he’d find her.

…

…

…

…

…

The clock struck for twelve.

Felicity held her mother’s pendant tight in her grip as she climbed the staircase of the tallest tower. Oddly, the torches that were lined along the walls were all long extinguished, and, although it was faint, her magic picked up traces of a spell. Her grimoire was thrumming, sensing this unknown magic. It wanted to absorb it and use it as its own—make it its own. Felicity pushed down the feeling as she finally reached the top.

The tower, like the way up, was dark, and as she examined the room she found she was the only person inside. However, the spell now felt overwhelming. Yet she could not sense a single person nearby.

Had C.Y. bailed on her? But if that was the case then what was it with this spell? Was he running late?

“Remarkable.”

Felicity felt a chill run down her spine at the sudden, unexpected voice. She turned around and saw a man in elegant attire, wearing a lion’s mask.

When had he arrived? She hadn’t heard or sensed him at all.

“You’re,” Felicity scrutinized him. “C.Y.”

C.Y. smiled, and the mere, seemingly innocent, action unsettled her greatly. It felt somehow sinister. “That’s right.”

Felicity held out the necklace. “I’m not going to stall. Here’s the pendant. I want answers.”

The masked man tilted his head to the side and hummed. “Take off your mask first.”

“What?”

“How can I be certain it’s you, Felicity Vermillion?”

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Fine, but if I do so, you’ll take yours off as well.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, but then laughed. “Very well.”

Felicity discarded her mask and let it fall to the ground. As soon as C.Y. took in the sight of the royal, his smile finally faded away. “Your turn.” She prepared a spell in the back of her mind, one of Acier’s. They were fast and deadly, fitting if the man decided to cross her.

“I suppose now is the best time to tell you my name.” He took the strap of his mask and began to untie it. “C.Y. is short for,” He unclasped the final hook, and the lion mask fell to the floor, next to Felicity’s.

Felicity’s heart sank to her stomach, and her mouth went dry. “You’re—” Her eyes widened as they welled up with tears. She brought the pendant up to her chest.

“Calixtus of Ylve.”

A dead man walking.

Her mother’s younger brother. Her supposedly deceased uncle.

• ☘︎ •

Years ago.

Fuegoleon watched as the children played with Bridget, Adrius and Acier. The fire spirit had Calix on his back as he chased the rest of the kids. Adrius was leading his sister and cousins all around the garden, shouting and laughing.

The peaceful scene was interrupted when Nozel and Jack arrived.

The children cheered when they noticed Argent in his father’s arms. Nozel set down his youngest and watched as he ran to play with Bridget and kids.

“We were able to track down the person who caused the fires of Ylve,” Nozel started, sitting down next to his cousin. His husband remained standing, arms crossed. “However, he managed to escape.”

Fuegoleon clenched his fists. This was the third time he’d escaped.

“Keh, he was working with Katherine Poizot. They both got away.”

“Poizot?”

“Gueldre Poizot’s cousin.” Nozel supplied. “She has permeation magic as well.”

Fuegoleon nodded. That would make sense, and it cleared up a lot of his doubts.

“There’s something else.”

Fuegoleon raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“We know who he is.” Nozel took out a photograph out of his pouch. “Calixtus of Ylve.”

Fuegoleon’s eyes widened. “That’s—”

“Your kids’ uncle.” Jack said, finally taking a seat next to Nozel. “Apparently he and Poizot had been worshiping some ‘greater being’ that required a sacrifice. That sacrifice was Ylve.”

“We still don’t have all the details, or why he let the children survive, but….”

• ☘︎ •

Fuegoleon came back to the present when Argent approached them. He tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but his mind kept wandering back to that moment.

Tonight they would reveal the truth about Calixtus to the children, and utterly ruin the image of Felix and Calix’s beloved uncle. That man deserved their resentment. However, learning the truth would devastate them. They loved their uncle, or at least, the image they had of him.

“Uncle Fuegoleon?” Argent was glaring at him now. “Are you listening?”

“Fuegoleon.” Nozel urged him to answer.

“I apologize, I was not…” Fuegoleon sighed. “Argent, what happened?”

Argent frowned, very obviously upset. “Uncle Bridget! He was acting strange. I’m worried.”

“Bridget?” Fuegoleon tried to seek him out at their table, but found he was gone. “Where’s—”

“I don’t know! But you’re his host. Can you not locate him?” His nephew sounded desperate.

Fuegoleon placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright. I’ll handle this.” Argent nodded and stepped back, moving to stand beside Nozel.

Fuegoleon tapped into the bond he shared with his beloved.

Bridget, what’s wrong? Are you—

Fuegoleon Vermillion, I cannot find—I cannot even sense our daughter.

The clock struck for twelve.

Fuegoleon snapped his head toward his children.

Calix and Titaia were still talking with their cousins, but paused when they noticed their father’s worried expression.

“Father?” Calix moved to be closer to Fuegoleon.

Fuegoleon grabbed him by his shoulders, as gently as he could. “Where is Felicity?”

End?

This story is open to interactions!

Thank you for reading <3

Bridget Oriel is an interpretation of The Salamander and Titaia is not my original character. They belong to @t-f-t & @funky-sea-cryptid

[vilandel]

Children's Masquerade

Now, I also got a grip on myself and made a post for @lyranova's Halloween event. Later than everyone, I know. I have a lot of wips to work through^^' But the posts of everyone else were actually motivating for me to write my own and I wanted to write more about my four Nozessa daughters, I thought that it was the perfect occasion 💕

@blackclover-emc

If you want, feel free to interact 💕

Characters: Vanessa Enoteca, Nozel Silva, Nymphea Silva, Valentina Silva, Lavinia Silva and Cassandra Silva

Relationships: Nozessa and their daughters

Summary: Before they enter the ballroom for the Children's Masquerade, family Silva is making last minutes adjustments and feels the excitement...

“Now, now, Cassandra. If you don’t stay still, I can’t bind this adorable bow on your dress.”

“But mama, I’m excited!”

“I know, Little Cat. I’m excited too. But your adorable black dress needs its silver bow to be perfect. It matches your little cat mask so perfectly. Now come, just a minute then you can hop around.”

Cassandra pouted, which was even more adorable with her black and silver cat mask, but of course she did as her mother asked. Vanessa giggled as she tied the silver bow around the waist of the black puffy velvet dress. For someone who adored black, her five year old daughter was certainly a very lively and even loud one.

“There, you’re ready for the Children’s Masquerade Ball,” Vanessa laughed, as she stroked the puffy sleeves and the silky but wild silver locks that just wouldn’t stay still. Cassandras hair will always be untamed. “Now, you’re ready, my little black cat. Oh, aren’t you the cutest thing ever.”

“Stop it, mama, you’re choking me.”

Of course she didn’t and Cassandra was only protesting for the form, as she hugged Vanessa back. Of course she did.

All of her daughters were big on hugs, after all.

Speaking of, hopefully the rest of them were ready as well. The twins were just three steps away, Nymphea checking for lose pale pink hair within the braiding hairdo Valentina got for today’s ball. Unlike her twin, Nymphea had decided to let her loose and a waterfall of wavy silver hair fell onto her back.

Her wonderful twin daughters were so different, not only in the hair colour, but also with their ball gowns. Nymphea choose a night blue gown, shoulder free, that flow over her like a waterfall, only held by a small silver belt, and that was embroidered with so many little silver stars. Valentina choose a wide amethyst purple dress that looked like a rose when she was turning around, with silver roses around her bodice. The mask they were wearing matched their dresses perfectly.

So different, yet so close and still subtly similar. Looking at them, it was hard to believe that they were only thirteen years old. Already thirteen… time certainly flew by. Only two years before Nymphea and Valentina would be old enough to get their grimoires and join the Magic Knights.

Vanessa smiled, thinking how Nozel was already slightly fearing that day.

Speaking of her handsome husband…

Nozel was to the stairs that lead to the ballroom, kneeling in front of Lavinia. Their eight year old daughter looked so adorable in her puffy rose pink dress, with the silver ribbons around her waist and the cute little silver bows at the bottom, plus the matching butterfly mask. But the blush on her cheeks just wouldn’t disappear.

Poor baby girl, she was always so shy, so a ball, even one especially made for children, was like one big journey into the unknown. Which was probably why her hair, the same rosewood as Vanessas, was in her usual pig braids, as a familiar comfort.

“Don’t worry, Lavinia,” Nozel said in a comforting tone. “You either remain with your mother or with me if it’s too much for you. Or with your big sisters if we aren’t around because of circumstances. And you also don’t need to join the other children for the ghost hunt game later on.”

“I know, papa, and I’m grateful. It’s just… will I be able to at least see that famous pianoforte?”

“You can even play on it, if you want I can make arrangements.”

“But… playing alone… in front of so many people…”

“I will play duets with you, if it’s okay for you.”

“You will? Oh thank you, papa.”

And with that, Lavinia hugged her father tightly. Vanessa was in awe at the view. Just another proof that Nozel was a wonderful father.

He looked so good in his new burgundy ceremony suit, inclusive one shoulder cape and the matching mask. It was simple, just a few silver Silva crosses embroidered here and there. Burgundy suited him so well and Vanessa wished once more that Nozel would wear darker colours more often.

Since he was wearing her usual colour, she had decided to follow his example and wear his for the ball. To be honest, Vanessa loved her new blue and shining silver dress, which underlined her curves subtly but perfectly and the matching mask was even more than comfortable.

“I can’t believe our tiny uncle managed to pull his idea for a children’s ball through,” Valentina giggled as her twin finished checking her hairstyle. “I mean, it’s a really cool idea, but the way he presented it was so chaotic.”

“That is uncle Asta for you,” Nymphea pointed out calmly, taking her twins arm.

Nozel stood up, holding Lavinias hand tightly. “Asta had the idea, as the Wizard King, but once he realized that the kind of ball he imagined needed so much preparations, he panicked. I thought Nebra gave him some lessons about organizing such gatherings.”

“Oh, she did, honey, and she was rather good at teaching that stuff, I know I learned a lot,” Vanessa laughed, still hugging Cassandra. “But Asta is a lovable idiot and thank goodness that Noelle and the others helped him making this idea real. Isn’t it so sweet? It is such a wonderful event for his debut as Wizard King and for all of you kids.”

“Mama, don’t cry please, think of your make-up,” Nymphea just said. And Vanessa had to admit that she felt a bit teary.

But it was such a great idea and her dear baby girls having fun made it even better. Plus, spending time on a ball as a family, all six of them? Vanessa just couldn’t say no. Usually, children under fifteen couldn’t only attend to balls under very complex circumstances no one cared to understand, but this event was especially for them.

“I can’t wait for the ghost hunt,” Cassandra grinned as she punched the air.

“I mostly look forward for the food auntie Charmy made,” Valentina replied. “I can’t wait to try her new pumpkin beignets.”

“I hope the dances will be diverse for the occasion,” Nymphea said with calm grace, but her shining eyes revealed how excited she was to do her hobby for a whole evening.

Lavinia said nothing, but the whole family knew how much she was looking forward to the pianoforte.

Nozel looked at her and Vanessa smiled back at him. Their daughters were definitely looking forward to this Children’s Masquerade. Despite Cassandras and Valentinas wild excitement, Lavinias adorable shyness and Nympheas royal calm, it was already very promising that their girls will have a lot of fun.

“Aw, look how happy we all are and for a ball even. This deserves a group hug. Come on!”

Vanessa would expected protests from at least Nozel and Nymphea, but they gave in like the other three without any resistance. Cassandras mask almost fell from her face as she was squeezed between Valentina and Nozel, but she giggled at it.

The family hug lasted quite a while, before Nozel coughed awkwardly. Right, it was rather unfitting for royals still. “We shouldn’t be late. You four go ahead. This ball is first and foremost for you and the other children.”

“Alright. Nymphea, you the queen of this sisterhood, you lead,” Valentina said with a knightly curtsy, like she so often did.

Nymphea seemed to think for a moment, before she actually took her twins hand with a soft smile. Valentina seemed stunned for a second, before she grinned back and took said hand. Then the twins each took the hand of their little sisters, Cassandra on Valentinas side and Lavinia on Nympheas.

Together, the four Silva sisters descended the stairs towards the ballroom, royally and easy going at the same time.

“I love our daughters,” Nozel whispered they observed them descending the stairs. Vanessa chuckled and put a quick kiss on his lips.

“I love them too, honey. We are blessed with our angels. Now, how about we follow them and see if we meet people we know?”

Nozel offered his arm and Vanessa took it with pleasure. This ball was already starting wonderfully in her books.

[thelionshubris]

My Mereoleona as the Chariot for a past BC tarot event

[ryllen]

"SO SHOW ME EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE , T̷̤̘̺͓̟̽͋̍̍̋̄͛̕͝R̸͍̖̥͋̂͌͆̀̈̿E̴̗̠̥̣̘̼̞̺͓̥̋̈̌̎̀̍̎̓͆͝͠Y̷͉̱͍͚̖̖̟̙̘͗̐̓̅͌̓̈́͗̄ ̶̧̟̹͑̓͂͛͒̄̂̏̃̋̓͊͠C̷͎̲̖͍̩̮̲̜̲̯̗̀̆̓̋̄̌̐͛̒̔̈́̆͂̓͠��̘̱̖Ļ̷̟̞͎͉͙͚̺̱̜̠̩̹̓̑̀ͅƠ̴̟̿̓̈́V̴̨̹͉̬̣̮̈́̌̉̈́̏É̸̡̢̝̟̜̝̯̺͉̫̣͚̲̱̕R̷̛̼̘̘͗̈́̄̉̋̀̈̎̊̀͝͝͠"

[kalolasart]

Hi, for your event (congrats, by the way) can you please do Nebra with this outfit? Thank you.

Thank you so much! 💕

And below the one and only! I love her so much and this outfit was just perfect.

Simply let her model!

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Halloween event masterlist

Lollipop (Romantic headcanon)

Yuno

Nacht

Nebra

Mereoleona

Fuegoleon

Solid

Nozel

Yuno

Candy apple (Sad headcanon)

Finral

Valtos

Letoile

Marmelade (Sleeping headcanon)

Fuegoleon

William

Noelle

Nacht

Caramel (Sex headcanon 18+)

Nacht

Nozel

Fuegoleon

Nebra

Yami/Sukehiro

Yuno

Hard Candy (Anger headcanon)

Nozel

Fuegoleon

Jelly Bean (Random headcanon)

Asta

Licht/Tetia

Trick

Yuno

[blackclover-emc]

Halloween Event Threads, Art, and Oneshots:

Threads Open for Interaction:

A Masquerade Ball by @/thoughtfullyrainynightmare

A Halloween Ball to Remember by @/lyranova

The Beginning of an Enchanted Evening by @/loosesodamarble

All Hallow’s Eve by @/koneko-pi

A Sweet Treatful Night by @/kalolasfantasyworld

A Devilishly Delightful Evening by @/drmarune

A Beautifully Chilling Night by @/funky-sea-cryptid

Oneshots:

A Dreadful Hallow’s Eve Ball by @/nova1516

Art Pieces:

Noelle Silva [1][2] by @/karlithemuse

Fuegoleon Vermillion x OC [Solara] by @/thoughtfullyrainynightmare

Are you not Diverted [Fuegoleon x OC] by @/tee-eff-tedits

Classic Trip and Catch [Nacht Son OC (Eri) x Nozel Silva Daughter OC (Natalia)] by @/kalolasart

Nacht x OC [Tiara] by @/purpled-royalty

More to be added as more join the event!

[lyranova]

Hello everyone I hope you’re all doing well 🥰!

I decided to post this early since the “William Appreciation Week” will be taking place from 12/18-12/24 which is right in the middle of the holidays 😅. I want everyone to have enough time to write or create art or whatever they would like to do without it interfering with IRL, so I decided to go ahead and start this a month in advance!

Rules:

1. For Fics there is no word count, it can be as long or short as you would like!

2. You can participate in some of the days, or all of the days, its really up to you! Also even if you post them late that’s totally fine too, IRL comes first 😌!

3. You can create Fics, Art, Moodboards, Headcanons, whatever you feel like doing 🥰! Please tag your works with “#William Vangeance Week 2023”!

4. While this is supposed to focus on William, you are allowed to add secondary characters to your works (Canon, Reader, OC, etc;). But the main focus should be on William and his POV!

5. Just have fun! And if you have any questions please feel free to ask 🥰!

Prompts under the cut!

[oya-oya-okay]

[newtthetranswriter]

Snow and Cuddels.

Word count:1333

Paring: Zora Ideale x reader

Summary: Snow day turned into cuddles with the best prankster who is allergic to wearing a shirt.

Warnings: Not much, cursing, mentions of colds and frostbite, maybe ooc Zora

A/n: Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy this. I am aware some of the bulls are not mentioned, i just couldn’t think of what to have them doing. Also this is my first time writing for Zora so it may be a little off, I’m hoping with this event to write for more fandoms and maybe get some requests in as well, but who knows. Anyway, have fun, enjoy and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

      Winter has finally arrived in the Clover Kingdom, and I couldn’t be happier. Playing in the snow with friends and family, baking cookies and making candy, and drinking hot chocolate, just some of the many fun things to do when winter hits. And of course today was the first day that there was a decent amount of snow, and Captain Yami kindly gave all of us at the Black Bulls hideout the day off.

      Charmy decided she’s going to be baking and cooking all day, Vanessa is already passed out drunk, Magna and Luck are fighting over whatever one of them did this time, Gouache is well being Gouche, Gordon is trying to hang with gouache but is just being creepy, and Gray is hiding from everything. The more rambunctious and childish of the group were outside in the snow, this included Asta trying to get Noelle to participate in a snowball fight, Finral has made a snow person he’s practicing his flirting with. That just leaves Me and my grumpy boyfriend who just wants to go inside because ‘shit it’s cold out here’, I’m trying to get him to enjoy the chilly weather but Zora being well himself refuses to, I don't know, put on a shirt and try to enjoy this free time.

     “Come on, Y/n why do you want to be out here it’s freezing. Why don’t we go lay down and cuddle? Or steal whatever Charmy has made for the day, we could also mess up Gouche’s creepy sister shrine again.” I turned to the red head slouched against the wall, rolling my eyes at him in response. “What are you even doing over there? It’s just snow, what can you possibly be doing with it?” He asked, pushing off the wall, moving to look over my shoulder.

     I lend further over my creation to hide it from him. “You don’t get to see it until it’s done. If you don’t want to be out here, you can go in if you want. If you really want to mess with the others, have fun, I’m enjoying it out here.” I tried to tell him he didn’t have to stay out here.

     “You know it’s not as fun if you’re not helping, plus you know where Vanessa hides her booze. Plus you could get sick if you stay out here too long.” Zora said, still trying to see the snow creation I was working on.

     “Why do you want Vanessa’s booze? You know what nevermind with that, but seriously if you want to go inside you can, I won’t blame you. I just hoped we could do something fun out here, instead of staying cooped up all day. And I won’t get sick, I’ll be fine.” I said, leaning back to show him what I had finished making.

     Zora paused processing the drawing I had carved in the patch of flat snow in front of me. It was a crescent moon along the side of one of his trap spells, to represent both of our magics, in the center was our initials. “I know it’s cheesy and won’t last long out here cause it will melt eventually, but it just popped into my head and I need to physically see it and show you. I was thinking we could maybe get it made into necklaces or something?” I explained my thinking. I hoped he understood what I was saying.

     “It’s amazing. But why draw it out here in the snow, if you want to get it made into necklaces or something you’re gonna have to draw it again on paper, why not wait till you go inside?” He asked, looking at me quizzically.

     I thought for a second before answering. “I just didn’t want to forget it plus, I want to stay out here as long as possible. Since I finished, would you want to pummel Asta with some snow balls?” I asked knowing he would want to cause some kind of trouble.

     He just groaned at the thought of being in the cold any longer. “Fine but after we bury him in the snow we are going inside and cuddling.” He answered standing up straight and offering me his hand to help me up.

     “Deal as long as we get Hot cocoa before cuddles.” I started moving behind a tree close to where Asta was now trying (and failing) to build a snowman. “Let’s hide from him here and make some snowballs, before we launch our attack.” I said bending down and beginning to make some roughly ball shaped clumps of snow to throw at the young boy.

     After about ten minutes of making and throwing snowballs at a screaming Asta, and him running over Finral. Zora and I decided it was time to go inside for the rest of the day and finally get some hot chocolate, mostly because Zora’s chest was now bright red from being in the cold for so long while shirtless.

     We made our way inside, snagging some cocoa and cookies from Charmy, before heading up to our shared room. I couldn’t help but laugh as the normally grumpy and closed off Zora dropped onto the bed sighing while thanking whoever assigned our room for it having walls without cracks so the cold couldn’t be felt inside it. 

     “You know if you put on a shirt you wouldn’t be so cold in the winter right?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I took a sip of my hot cocoa.

     He just rolled his eyes standing up and taking his mask off, walking over to me. “If I wore a shirt, you would be robbed of the second best sight known to man. The first being your face after I do this.” I was confused for a moment before he lent in, placing a kiss on my lips, before pulling away with a smirk. “See that’s the face, all shocked and confused.” He said turning back to the bed to pull the covers down. “Stop gaping like a fish and come lay down, I’m still fucking freezing and need your body heat so get over here.” He complained, laying down on his side of the bed having taken off the rest of his flashy clothes opting for a pair of sweatpants, he’s still shirtless but at least he’s under the blankets.

     I rolled my eyes moving to kick off my boots while hanging up my coat. Crawling under the covers I was met with very little warmth as Zora’s ice cube off a body sapped all the heat from the bed. “Holy fuck Zora you’re so fuckling cold.” I said moving to cuddle up to him. “I wouldn’t be shocked if you get frostbite or something, damn.” He just chuckled but pulled me closer, sighing at the fact that I was at least a little bit warmer than he was. “Next time we go out in the cold, will you at least wear a coat, it doesn't have to be zipped just enough to keep your arms warmer.” I tried to bargain with him.

     He paused before responding. “Fine, but I better get cuddles anyway.” I just nodded, now focused on warming him up while also trying not to fall asleep. “Go ahead and sleep. I'll be fine with you snuggled up to me being a space heater.” He said, rubbing my head. Letting out a yawn, I mumbled a quick I love you before falling asleep. The last thing I heard was Zora’s quiet response. “I love you, too, today was fun even if it was freezing.” He quickly followed suit in sleeping.

     The next day when  we woke up it became apparent that Zora was right about getting sick staying in the cold. But finally the jokes on him, cause he’s the one to wake up the sniffles and a slight fever. His pouting and grumbling could be heard throughout the hideout as he complained about it the rest of the day.

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Chibi interactions!

Hi everyone I have an idea for a little event of sorts. I already did it on twitter and decided to do it here as well.

In an ask on my main here you can request a simple chibi interaction between one of my OCs and an OC or a canon BC character of your choice.

Give me a prompt, what the interaction should be.

If it's an OC I would need a ref from you. If I don't get it I won't do it.

And to specify you don't have to be my moot to request something, this event is for all my followers 💕

Also keep in mind that if I get too many I won't do them all. I'll be working on these in breaks between my bigger projects, so I can't tell when they will be ready.

Here are some I made already for my amazing twitter moots 💕

You have time to request for a week maybe 🤔 let's say October 19th

OCs belong to: @candlewixx, @purpled-royalty, @nova1218 and @funky-sea-cryptid

[meowzfordayz]

MILESTONE 41.0

Welcome to my fifth ever milestone event !! 🥳 You know the drill; 41.0 = 4.1k, not 41k. 😂 Many thanks to everyone who voted here to determine the event theme: FIRST KISS ft. FIRST INJURY collab.

Additional details below... 🤓

FIRST KISS ft. FIRST INJURY collab

Theme: FIRST KISS and/or FIRST INJURY

Fandoms: Akame ga Kill, Attack on Titan, Black Clover, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Spy x Family

Word Count: min. 100 (hard) | max. 5,000 (flexible)

Deadline: 31 Dec 2024 (hard*)

Written and/or drawn works are welcomed as long as their overarching plot centers around a FIRST KISS or a FIRST INJURY!

How do your faves get together? How does your lover react when you sprain your ankle? Where do your faves have their first kiss? Is your lover shockingly (or perhaps unshockingly) overbearing when you get injured on their watch?

Character x Character, Character x Reader, and polyship (w/ or w/o Reader) is fine, but pls and ty NO original characters.

If you're under 18, then keep your submission sfw. If you're 18+, then feel free to submit sfw and/or nsfw!

There're NO submission limits; just remember to take care of yourself!

To participate, send me an Ask including your: theme, fandom, relationship, and (working) title. When you're ready, mention me in your post so I can add your submission's link to the masterlist!

i.e.

first kiss, Demon Slayer, Sanemi x Giyuu, untitled

first kiss, Spy x Family, Loid x Yor, Inevitable

first injury, Attack on Titan, Historia x Reader x Ymir, 'Tis But a Flesh Wound

first injury, Jujutsu Kaisen, Satoru x Reader, untitled

*I'm aware that a hard deadline can be challenging, but I don't have the capacity to host a collab indefinitely. 😅

To conclude...

I've been on Tumblr for ~2.5 yrs now, and I never imagined I'd still be here. My milestone event statements sound similar, because what I'm grateful for has remained constant: getting to build a community, make friends and uplift others, read and create and share art — I'm amazed and proud of how beautiful this space is. Thank you friends, followers, and lurkers for brightening and broadening my world. 😉

All my love,

T

MILESTONE 41.0 (masterlist)

[bowandcurtsey]

{1700 event}

tw: smut / nsfw / lemon / minors dni / unchecked works

okay I'm excited for this one because it's the ABO verse (alpha / beta / omega) And we have imprinting AND SMUT HOLYYYYYY. I'm kinda rusty at smut so please, just forgive me.

Settings: modern world / ABO universe

Licht x f! reader

You took a deep breath of the fresh air and enjoyed the gentle sea breeze. Finally, you were starting your long awaited solo vacation.

A long island iced tea in one hand and your phone in another, you lay on your beach chair and decided to take a video to upload it to your socials.

Someone walked into the frame of your video, covering the view of the beach.

“Oh, pardon me.” He quickly hastened his pace.

His gentle voice forced your attention to break away from your phone to the direction of the voice.

At the moment you both made eye contact, you felt sparks shivering down your entire body.

A handsome young man, pale skin with ash grey hair pulled back into a tiny man bun, stared right back at you with golden orbs. Despite his lean build, his stare gave you such authoritative vibes that it make your knees go weak.

He was an alpha, no doubt.

He wasn't sitting too far from where you were, so you stole glances every now and then, checking him out.

You sneakily tried to take a picture of him and wanted to send it to amy, your best friend.

bbg.. this man's sooooo fine, check him out

A figure loomed over you, shading you from the sun. You jumped up from your seat seeing that it was the man you were texting Amy about.

"hi." his eyes maintained contact with yours, making your heart race.

"h-hi..?" you squeaked under his intense presence, you could feel some changes in your body and it was starting to get hotter.

"you've been checking me out for some time, do I know you?"

A wave of embarrassment crept up on you as your tongue turned gibberish; unable to produce the right words to say. Damn this alpha being so sleek and confident about himself!

"My name's Licht, what's yours?"

"y/n. sorry I mistook you for someone else." you said lamely.

"oh. alright." he shrugged, and you thought that was it, he was gonna go away and everything was just gonna be over.

But he pulled in closer, his breathe warm on your cheeks, whispering into your ears,"but it seems I have imprinted on you, so I'm not gonna let you go so easily now, omega."

imprinted?? on you? is that even possible? You figured that he just wanted to get into your pants and have probably done so before in the past.

He smiled a smile that looked so soft and gentle on the outside but left shivers running up your spine.

"y-you're crazy!" you quickly pushed him away before you lost control of yourself and got up. You gathered up your things hastily but as you were about to grab your bag and go, Licht held onto your hand.

"I thought you said I was fine? in your text to your friend?" he smile again, this time you swore you saw a little glint in his eyes.

"This is invasion of privacy!" your face was feeling hot.

"I mean, you just took a picture of me without my permission, you know?" he gave you a little wink, sending butterflies running amok in your stomach.

"can i treat you to dinner, y/n? as an apology for everything today. I genuinely want to get to know you."

"No, i'm good." you said and left for the public showers.

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God had to be seriously playing a damn prank on you when you went on heat while in the showers. You made sure to wrap yourself up even though it was a hot day out to suppress your scent as much as possible.

But as an omega, you always gave off very strong pheromones while in heat and it always attracted unwanted alphas.

"hey pretty doll, where are you headin? need a ride?" a redhead came up to you the moment you were out. "you're giving off a really sweet scent~"

"go away!" you barked at him

"fiesty, but thankfully, we redheads love a little spice, baby girl."

"leave her alone," Licht appeared once again.

"hey, I got to her first." the redhead tried to size licht up.

With a light push, the redhead was thrown into the walls as you stood there, mouth agape. He turned around to look at you with the same mysterious smile again.

He grabbed your hand this time, with a firm hold, as if he's not gonna let you go unless you followed him.

"I'll send you home." he said after seating you into his tesla.

He leaned over to buckle your seat belt for you, his close presence make your body shiver from his alpha scent, your legs involuntarily crossed each other so you could clamp your thighs together tightly to get some sort of ease from the painfully growing heat in your groin.

You couldn't help but steal some glances at the man in the driver's seat. His long slender fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, his eyes that seemed to hold the sun peeking from underneath the sunglasses.

Even from the jacket he was wearing, you could see that he was well-built, despite his lean figure. And his crotch-

There was a tent.

Right, he was an alpha that just imprinted on you and you were an omega in heat right now. Your scent was overbearing in this small space.

You were touched at his level of self control; a normal alpha like your ex would have just pounced on you, whether you were willing to or not. This man still managed to make small talks with you, but all you could look at were his adam's apple throbbing up and down his throat, thinking about how sexy it was.

You peeked at his "tent" a few times, it was already massive from under the fabric, and you couldn't help but wonder about the size when it was unraveled..

You felt your inner thighs getting sticky from your lustful thoughts and uncomfortably switched legs to cross.

Licht's hands gripped onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He stepped on the accelerator hard and reached your place quickly.

"t-thank you." you unbuckled your seat belt.

"Welcome. Be careful of Alphas when you're on your heat."

"why did you imprint on me?" you asked suddenly and quietly. You really wondered, how did this handsome, perfect man could ever fall for someone like you.

"falling in love and imprinting on someone is not really by choice, I just have an urge to protect you, mark you and mate you." he said it flatly.

The idea of being marked and mated with Licht sent your body into overdrive, the heat in your arousal becoming unbearable as your breathing started to get laboured. You curled your toes and clenched your thighs tightly together.

Licht leaned in towards you, one hand reaching out to press against the door on your side, caging you in the passenger seat, "why does it seem that you liked what I just said?"

"n-no..." you mewled.

"you sure..?" he leaned closer to your ears, voice turning into a whisper, "don't think I didn't notice you looking at my dick."

He stroked the tip of your earlobe with his tongue, causing you to whimper.

He gave a small chuckle hearing your whimper and placed his palm on your knees, drawing small and gentle circles on your skin, "your body is giving out so much pheromones that it's almost choking me, sweetheart."

His touch made your body yearn for a release so much that the pain in your below started to get more unbearable. Your mind was getting hazy and you felt like you were about to pass out.

Curse you and your omega type, your bad timing heat AND your indecent thoughts on this man. Your hand reached out to tug on his forearms, "h-help me.."

His teeth gritted together as he swallowed slowly, pulling all of his strength together to not tear off all your clothes and rut crazily into you at this instant.

His hands glided up your knees and up your thighs as your other hand fist onto his shirt. He reached to your inner thighs, feeling your arousal on them.

"You're that soaked? or you've already cummed from your dirty thoughts of me?" he pulled back a little to question you, but your face was already bright red with your mouth slightly agape.

Your reaction made Licht yank you into a passionate kiss, pressing you down against the leather seats. His fingers finally reached your crotch, trying to get access.

"Help me out here, baby girl. Spread out for me."

Your hand let go of his shirt and reached out to pull your fabric to one side as you parted your legs so he could reach into you easily.

"so wet, jesus." he commented as his fingers touched your soaking hole.

You moaned impatiently as you felt the tip of his fingers brush against your entrance. Your hand that was on his forearm pulled him closer to you, begging for intrusion.

He put two digits into you with ease, filling up your cunt with his long slender fingers. Your walls gushed against him, swallowing and clenching against his fingers.

His thumb swirled against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, forcing out cries and lewd moans from your throat. Your hips tried to rub against his hand, desperate to find your release.

You finally found the knot growing in your stomach and your moans started to get louder, not giving a care in the world about anyone that was outside of this car.

Licht suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, earning a cry from your mouth.

"Sorry sweetheart, I can't take it anymore," he unbuckled his pants and freed his member.

You stared. It was indeed huge.

He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving his penis a good few pumps. You could see his arousal forming at the tip of his sword.

"come," he beckoned for you to sit on his lap, "take all you want sweet thing."

Your gaping hole wanted him, seeing his member made you want to rut crazily on his cock.

You crawled on top of him with all your strength, straddling him, hovering your entrance above his dick.

Licht pulled your thighs further apart, so your hold opened wider as he slowly guided you to lower yourself.

His tip pierced through your entrance, electrifying your senses, pushing against your gummy walls.

You slowly but impatiently sat on him, swallowing his huge cock to it's hilt, whilst your body froze and your mouth was slightly agape in silence at the intensive pleasure.

You finally sat down fully, mewling at his tip pressing against your deepest spot. You could already feel the knot in your abdomen arising again as you naturally rocked against his hip.

"That's it, good girl." he coaxed you, as he reached into your shirt and underneath your bra to fondle with your nipples.

"ahh~" you cried out again, "cumming.. m cumming!"

"mhmm, good girl, cum by yourself on my dick,"

you bounced up and down, letting his tip kiss your cervix again and again until you felt a wave of pleasure tipping over.

Licht felt it too; your walls clamping so tightly against him, your bouncing getting weaker, so he steadied you with both his arms and rutted mercilessly into you.

The stimulation and the sudden speed sent you into your climax suddenly, bursting all kinds of pleasure nerves in your body as your body froze for seconds.

Your walls pulsate against his dick violently as you felt fluid squirting out of you. Your mouth was in a silent o while you were stuck in your euphoria.

You screamed at the overstimulation when he continued pounding into you as you came down from your high.

"bear with me.." he said through gritted teeth as he continued his rampage.

With one last hard thrust, he emptied himself into you.

You collapsed against him, catching your breath as he stroked the back of your hair.

"Be my mate and let me mark you." he said in between breaths, "I want to knot you over and over so you can have litters of my kids."