#black clover Nozel

[bugsyfics]

WITH BATED BREATH — N. SILVA

✰ 10: 08 - [perversion + panty thief] ✰

Synopsis: Nozel just may not be the so-called sophisticated man he claims to be

Rating: R (18+ mdni) Run time (wc): 290 ⚠︎ CW: perverse thoughts and behavior, panty stealing, degrading name calling, masturbation (m), some misogynism

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Weeping. Swollen. Nozel rutted his cockhead into the gusset of your panties. Stolen panties to be more accurate, however he tried not to think about how he came into possession of them. He felt perverted for giving into such urges, but the more he shook the thought, the harder his cock grew. 

It was you and your tiny skirts, leaving little to the imagination anywhere you went. Captains didn’t have a dress code to follow, but Nozel still wondered how you were allowed to lead a team in something so promiscuous. Whore, he thought to himself whenever you pranced about giving orders while nearly spilling out of your top. But you must’ve been a pretty one since he could never take his eyes off you. In fact, he couldn’t stop himself from being around you. This he all chalked up to wanting to let his influence rub off on you so you could learn how to be more respectable. However, this proximity only fueled his depraved thoughts of bending you into unthinkable positions at any given moment, hearing your gasps for breath as he thrust load after load into your abused cunt. 

Nozel imagined you’d open up so easily to him, greedy for his cock and his touch. And god, his hips stuttered as the idea crossed his mind. A tight-lipped groan slipped past his lips, frustrated he wasn’t taking his time masturbating to you. But how could he when he could smell the heady scent of your sweet musk on the soiled fabric? And with a few more tugs on his aching length, he came all too quickly. Thick spurts of cum wasted on a perfect pair of your lacy panties, which should’ve rightfully been released deep inside of you.

[kleftiko]

❦ FAMILY MEN

ft. yami, nozel, fuegoleon

MASTERLIST

—yami

“ka-ta-na.”

“pa-pa.”

“no, i’m papa, this is katana.” your husband said, sitting on the floor with your little boy. he pointed to the sheathed sword on the ground as he held your son in his lap. you sometimes found them like this, sukehiro telling your baby stories of his homeland, trying to get him to say certain words.

“papa.” your boy just babbled, reaching his hands up towards his father. and sukehiro could never say no to his boy, so he brought the little rascal up in front of him, letting the baby grasp his chubby hands all over his unshaven face. “papa!”

“yep, papa.” your husband smiled fondly. “that’s me.”

—nozel

your husband loves your daughter more than anything in the world. naturally. but he loves her so much that at any given moment, you have no idea where the two of them are.

when you’re in a panic running around, looking for your little girl, the last place you’d think you’d hear her babbling would be the silver eagles meeting room. with the door just a bit open, you see your captain of a husband looking down sternly on his knights, clearly scolding them for something. it would be enough to scare you if he wasn’t holding your chubby little daughter with matching pigtails.

“the next time you embarrass the magic knights like that, be prepared for consequences.”

“ba-plllth.” your daughter repeats.

he looks down at her and nods, as if agreeing with her statement.

“exactly.”

you can’t help but chuckle as your daughter attempts to replicate her father’s stern face and points her chubby little finger at the knights.

—fuegoleon

the twins always competed for their dad’s attention. and, bless his heart, he was a wonderful father and husband, but he had absolutely NO chemistry with children. all bonding moments stemmed from training with him, and you usually had no worries, except when the two of them came barging in—grins on their faces—demanding to show you something new their dad taught them.

hell’s fire rained down on the drawing room; you, yourself, falling out of your chair with a scream from the burning flames of the kid’s magic. your look zeroed in on your husband as the curtains caught fire, but all he had was a proud look on his face as he watched his kids. servants rushed past him in the doorway to put out the embers.

“fuego!” you yelled. “outside, now!”

[nerosukehiro]

Getting punished by Nozel Silva (smut)

MDNI 🔞

Hello Hello!!! This is my first time writing for anything but I’m almost done watching Black Clover and let’s just say I got some ideas. Who best to start with then the Captain of the Silver Eagles himself. Reader who is Vice Captain of the Black Bulls hears Nozel talking mad shit to Noelle. She decided to give him a piece of her mind but things don’t go as planned. Enjoy ^3^

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I’m not sure I how I got here and by here I mean under Nozel Silva, Captain of the Silver Eagles. I myself being a Vice Captain of the Black Bulls which is known for being the worst Magic Knight squad in the Clover Kingdom wasn’t expecting to be getting my guts rearranged by this man.

He was always so rude when it came to those he thought were underneath him just because he’s a royal. Even treats his little sister who’s my subordinate like utter trash but yet he was always so nice to me and I’m a commoner.

However we found ourselves working closely together on several missions that the Wizard King had given us. I guess that’s where he was able to see me shine and proved to him that I’m just as powerful if not more than some snob nosed royal or noble. As we worked more together he noticed he started taking a liking to me. He says liking but in reality he had a huge crush on me.

I noticed he’d always get jealous if he sees another man try and talk to me. He’d cock an attitude and try not to speak to me but I was always able to get him to crack that tough wall he has managed to build up.

He hated me for it but he would never treat me the way he would if I was someone else like Noelle for example she’s his own flesh and blood.

During one of the big events the capital was holding that made all captains and squads come together. Vanessa asked if I would walk with her to the bathroom and I couldn’t refuse. Knowing her, she’s drunk and would probably forget where to go back to. Once we reached the bathroom I stood outside the door and waited.

“You seriously think you have any right to speak to me, a disgrace like you? Don’t even think you can just walk up to me and casually talk to me like you know me.”

That voice. I know it from anywhere. “Nozel please, I just wanted to say thank you for putting me in with the Black Bulls. I’ve learned so much and I’m getting stronger too.”

“I highly doubt that. You are and forever will be a failure and a mistake. Our mother would still be here if it wasn’t for you. You killed her. Took her away from us. So in my eyes no matter how strong or capable you become you will always be a mist-“

“HEY! Stop talking to her like that you piece of shit!” I screamed and ran over to them. “Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like that commoner.” “I don’t give two shits, you aren’t going to be talking like that to my subordinate.”

“I can have you executed for the way you’re talking to me.” I rolled my eyes at him which sparked a fire in his eyes. “I’m not gonna sit here and listen to you call her that. In fact if you actually gave a shit you would know that Noelle has made so much progress that your royal brain of yours can’t comprehend. She is a major asset to not only the Black Bulls but to this Kingdom.”

Before I could continue the bathroom door opened and Vanessa walks out trying to find me. “Uh y/n? Where did you go?”

“Over here Ness.” I yelled out. As soon as she walked up to me she could feel the tension in the air. “Uh is everything okay?” She asked. I looked at her with a smile.

“Noelle.” Her pink eyes widened a bit. “Uh yes ma’am?”

“Do you mind taking Vanessa and heading back to the squad. I’m not don’t here quite yet.” Noelle looked down and shook her head. “Yes ma’am.” As I watched them walk out of the door leading back to the event, I turned my head and looked at Nozel.

“You shouldn’t treat her like that.” Nozel walked closer to me. “And what do you know? Your trash just like her.” Sound of a my hand slapping his face can be heard through the entire room. “Fuck you.” I started walking away from him before I did something I regretted that could get me killed.

I didn’t get very far before having my wrist grabbed and pulled me to an empty room in the building and locked it behind me. “You have a lot of nerve doing that y/n.” His hand wrapped around my throat and started to squeeze. “I’ll punish you for that, but I’m gonna have some fun first.” He pulled my blouse down pulling my tits out and started squeezing them.

“Nozel? What are you doing?” I couldn’t push him away not that I wanted to anyways. “Well I’m gonna do exactly what you said to do. But not without punishing you for that slap.” He says as he turns me around lifting up my skirt in the process. “Count and if you don’t I’ll start over.”

SMACK

“One.” My eyes already rolling back.

SMACK

“T-two”

SMACK SMACK

“Three. Fo-ur.”

This went on until he reached 10, my ass was on fire but I loved every second of it. “Now that should teach you not to speak to me in such a way again.”

“I thought this was because I slapped you. Unless you liked it.” I smirked feeling cocky until I felt him slam 2 fingers inside of me. “Oh fuck.” It hurt but it felt so good, I couldn’t believe with was happening right now. “Just shut up and let me fuck you.” He says as he turns me back around picks me and sets me on the table that was in the middle of the room.

“This is what you wanted, right baby?” He asked as he slipped his fingers back in shoving his face in my pussy. He was eating me out like he was a starved man. At this point I was a moaning mess. The way he was sucking on my clit while his fingers curled right into the spot that had me seeing stars.

I was in a state of euphoria my body feeling so hot. “Fuck you taste so good.”

“N-Nozel so so good.” I moaned out he started to chuckle but it made me slightly lose my mind even more. “More please.”

“Yeah baby? You want my cock?” I shook my head yes not being able to form a response. “Better cum on my fingers first and then I’ll let you have my cock.” He got to work right away slipping a third finger inside of me as he suck on my clit like a lollipop. He wasn’t holding back, oh no he wanted me to cum all over him. “Darling you taste so good, just like how I imagined now just let go for me and I’ll give you what you really want.” His dick.

“Gonna c-um! Nozel!!!” At this point I didn’t even try to be quiet, no one has ever made me cum the way he just did. I want more.

“Good girl.” He praised. “You did so well for me, you think you got one more in you?” I shook my head yes and he finally unzipped his pants pulling himself out of its confinements. My eyes went wide. “Uh Nozel… are you sure that’s gonna fit?” His size was very intimidating but looking at it made my pussy even more wet.

“If it gets to be too much let me know. I don’t wanna hurt you.” His words were genuine. He came closer and tapped the tip of his cock on my clit. “Your so wet, all for me?”

“Yes Nozel, all for you.” He chuckled before slipping his tip past my entrance. I’ve had sex before but non as big as him. My body running hot as he pushed himself in even more. “Ah. So big.” I said putting my head down covering my eyes.

“Now don’t hide from me I wanna see your face when I’m balls deep in your tight pussy.” Oh this man is going to be the death of me. He waited a few minutes letting me adjust. “God you feel so good, so warm and wet. I hope you know after this you will be mine. No one else will ever be able to see you like this. Touch you like this. After this you’re gonna know your place. Now be a good girl and fucking take it.” “AH NOZEL!!”

I screamed at the top of my lungs. His brutal pace was delicious, addicting and I was wanted more. His hands were on my hips pretty sure leaving bruises with his fingertips. Hearing him whimper was the icing on the cake though. A man this strong whimpering just from me.

The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, he lifted my leg and hooked it over his shoulder letting him reach into deeper depths. “Oh fuck. Nozelll your so deep. Feel you in my stomach. So full.”

The way I was talking was starting to get to him, who knew he had a little praise kink.

His pace started to become more erratic, it wasn’t helping that my walls kept clenching around him. He knows he isn’t gonna last much longer. So he reached his hand down to where we were connected and started rubbing my clit fast. My body started to convulse, I’m not gonna last much longer. He was so deep that i was getting a belly bulge every time he thrusted into me the sight on top of the feeling was bringing me to tears.

“Awe what’s wrong darling, am I hurting you?” He asked me but still sounding breathless. “Feels. So. Good. Gonna cum. Please… Don’t stop.” His lips caught mine in a heated yet passionate kiss. He put his everything into it. This was his way of confessing his feelings for me. He wasn’t good with his words but his actions made up for it.

“Go ahead and cum baby, I’m not far behind. Where do you want it?” He asked me, I opened my eyes and looked into his. “Inside.”

Something snapped because after I said that his pace was even more harder. His finger didn’t cease rubbing my clit either. “Ohhh fuckkk Nozelll! CUMMINGG!!” My vision went white. My was speaking gibberish at this point. His hand snatched my chin to make me look at him, “Watch me as I cum inside of this pussy and claim it as my own. Now tell me, whose pussy is this? Yell it, scream it. I don’t care, I want everyone to know who is making you feel this good.

“Yours Nozel! My pussy is yours!” I screamed not even caring anymore. “That’s right, my pussy, you belong to me. Now take my cum.” Warm and hot cum floods my insides and there’s so much. “That’s it take it all. Good girl, good fucking girl.”

He pulled out and watched his cum start to slowly trickle out of my cunt. He took his finger gathering his cum and pushing it back inside. “Ah Nozel, I’m sensitive.” He lightly laughed. “Just don’t want my cum to go to waste.”

[reallyromealone]

DAY🎃 TWENTY-TWO🎃 SHOWER/BATH SEX - NOZEL

⚠️warnings⚠️

Smut nsfw male reader, bottom male reader, gay, shower sex, rough sex, fingering

(Name) was exhausted from training but felt satisfied at the prospect of getting a little stronger and being able to help those who need it. The water was warm against his skin as he stood under the shower head with a sigh, feeling the grime come off his body as he rubbed soap along his skin, lost in the relaxation he didn't notice someone enter the Silver Eagles bath house until the shower turned on beside him.

Glancing over he was shocked to see his captain in his naked glory, chiseled to perfection and oozed power and confidence "hello captain" (name) said awkwardly while washing up, staring directly at the wall instead of his incredibly attractive captain who was naked and wet an--"hello (name), you did acceptable training today" Nozel said calmly as he pushed his hair back to wash it and (name) nodded flustered "t-thank you captain, you were quite impressive yourself" god he wanted to just fall down the drain with the water.

He really hoped he thought he was just shy and not flustered at the fact his Captain whom he had feelings for was so close and /naked/ none the less.

Act normal.

Nozel glanced at his subordinate who looked close to a breakdown and smirked slightly, he found him cute.

He heard he had rejected an engagement recently, Nozel himself looking for a lover.

Same sex marriages weren't uncommon in the clover kingdom, so long as Nozel produced an heir all was well after all.

And he wanted (name).

"I saw you looking at my pelvic area during training, your eyes never left me" Nozel walked behind (name) and blew in his ear, he knew (name)s feelings for him and watched as (name) looked down.

"Please don't toy with my feelings your Highness" (name)s voice was a whisper above the pitter patter of the shower, hugging himself subconsciously.

"I can assure you I'm not toying with your emotions" Nozel said flipping him around and pinning him to the marble wall, both men soapy and wet. Nozel was a hairline away from (name), he could feel his breath on his lips and strong hand on his hip "I wish for you to be mine" Nozel said genuinely before dipping in for a kiss, his lips slightly dry against (name)s who kissed back messily "you will get better" Nozel said between kisses as his hand that was placed on (name)s hip moved to grope his ass, (name) jolting at the contact but didn't break the kiss instead moaning as Nozel slipped his tongue in.

He tried to keep up with the kiss, Nozel taking control of the pace before pulling away and put his fingers to (name)s lips "suck" he commanded and (name) closed his eyes as he took Nozels long thick fingers in his mouth, tongue slowly lapping around them. Nozel watched intently, the shower muffling (name)s little whines and moans.

"Turn around, ass out" Nozel instructed as he pulled from (name)s swollen lips and (name) did as instructed, looking nervous while Nozel used his spare hand to spread one of his cheeks "perfect..." He whispered to himself, crouching before him and giving a lick as he circled the first finger around (name)s rim and pushing in.

"O-oh!" (Name) cried sweetly as Nozel slowly pumped his finger, pressing downwards slightly against his prostate before adding another finger, (name) whining when he began scissoring.

"I must assure you're stretched enough to handle me, you're so tight... Are you by chance a virgin?" His voice almost entranced and (name) bit his lip before nodding "y-yeah... Please be gentle" (name) was so precious, he would make an excellent husband Nozel concluded "of course" as he began fucking his fingers harder into (name)s ass, the poor knight struggling to sit up "o-oh! Fuck...!" (Name) tried so hard not to cum he really did but when Nozel hit his prostate just right... "My you're a sensitive one..."his head light as Nozel pulled out and before he knew it, the man's arms wrapped around his thighs and pressed him close against his broad chest and the marble wall, water pelting on them "I'm going to enter you now, relax" Nozel said kissing (name)s swollen lips with soft pecks.

(Name)s fingers got lost in the silver/white locks of hair that belonged to the royal, Nozel pushing in slowly and (name) wanted to cry at how great it felt, fat tears rolling down his face as Nozel bottomed out "b-big..." His brain felt fuzzy as his tongue stuck out slightly "o-oh god..."

"My cock only entered you and get your stupid?" Nozel teased as he pulled out and slammed back up into (name), punching the breath out of him.

"O-oh! Oh please!" Nozel started at an unrelenting pace, leaving (name) to tug and cry at every thrust.

"O-oh god!" The sound of skin slapping slightly muffled by two shower heads running as Nozel slammed into (name)s prostate "you're mine now, no one can ever make you feel the way I do"

"Yours... All yours..." (Name) babbled as his body shook, so close to another orgasm and Nozel wasn't far behind with how (name) had a vice grip on his cock it wouldn't be long till he came in that perfect ass.

"Gonna cum, fuck! O-oh!" (Name) shook as they kissed surrounded by the steam of the water, (name) cumming on his boyfriends? Fiance's? Abs as Nozel came hard into his ass, white liquid leaking from (name)s ass as they rode their highs.

"S-so..." (name) was shy and awkward as he dared look at Nozel "does this mean were..."

"I will arrange with our families for our engagement" Nozel kissed him "now let's clean you were filthy"

[lyranova]

Nozel x reader fashion au where reader is a fashion designer and maybe nebras friend? And nebra calls reader to make a suit for nozel and that's how they met? You can continue the story with creative liberties❤️❤️

Oh and congratulations on 900 followers!!!

Hiya anon, thank you so much! I apologize for the wait, I did incorporate the first half of your request, but I decided to have Nozel and the reader already in a relationship since I couldn’t quite figure out a good scenario for them to meet in with the suit 😅. But I still hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,695

Warnings: None

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“ Listen; I have a big favor to ask you-!”

“ No.”

“ Oh come on just hear me out!” Nebra Silva groaned on the other end of the phone, making you sigh and shake your head even though she couldn’t see it.

There were two types of favors Nebra would ask of you; one was that you design a custom outfit for her at a discount, and the second was that you design an outfit for a friend of hers for free.

Which one will it be today, you wondered.

“ Fine, I’ll hear you out,” You muttered as you quietly set your pen down. You could hear Nebra excitedly clap her hands on the other side of the phone, which made you smile a bit.

“ Alright! So, I want you to make a suit for my brother, Nozel,” Nebra began quickly, and your breath hitched in your throat.

This…was a gift for Nozel?

“ His birthday is coming up and I wanted to get him something special, which is why I called you! You’re one of the best designers in the world, there’s no one else I would trust to make a perfect suit for him!” She told you quickly.

“ So, will you do it? Please?” She begged, and that’s when you knew just how much this meant to her.

Nebra Silva never begged, and she most certainly never said ‘please’.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“ Alright, I’ll make the suit for him,” You said as you picked up your pen again and began to start some preliminary designs. “ I’ll send you some sketches by the end of the week. Oh, and I’m charging you full price since it’s a complete suit.”

“ Thank you~! I’m sure it’ll be perfect, and if it’s not then I just won’t pay you,” Nebra said with a chuckle, but you knew she was completely serious with her words.

You sighed again and shook your head, and just as you were about to hang up she suddenly asked a question that made your heart stop for a moment.

“ Oh, but don’t you need Nozel’s measurements to start sketching?” She asked, her tone curious.

You were quiet for a moment, your brain going a mile a second as you tried to think of what to tell her.

After all, how did one explain to their friend that the reason they weren’t asking for their older brothers measurements was because they already had them due to…reasons?

“ I don’t need his measurements right now; so you can just wait and give them to me later.” You explained quickly, hoping that your friend would accept that and not ask anymore questions.

Nebra hummed curiously for a moment, making your palms sweat and your heart race anxiously.

“ Alright, I’ll try to get Solid to get his measurements tomorrow so I can send them to you,” She said, and you couldn’t help but let out a very quiet sigh of relief.

She bought it…at least for now.

After saying goodbye and making a promise to meet later in the week, you hung up the phone and sighed dramatically before resting your head on your arms.

“ Is something wrong?” A familiar voice asked behind, his tone curious but also laced with concern.

You slowly turned your head to the right and saw Nozel Silva standing there; a towel in his hand as he tried his best to dry his dripping silver locks, his normally braided bangs hanging loosely between his eyes.

Your gaze traveled down to where his usually loose, grey t-shirt now tightly clung to his body; and where his white pajama pants with grey stripes rested loosely around his thin waist.

You groaned as you closed your eyes and moved your head away, how on earth was your boyfriend of over a year able to make even the most casual of clothes look so good?!

“ What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone sounding more concerned as he walked over to you, he set his towel down onto the table before he placed a hand on the back of your chair and the other on your arm.

“ Nothing, it’s just…work,” You muttered, not bothering to lift your head. Nozel’s eyes slowly drifted towards your sketchbook, a critical hum escaping him as he picked up one of the designs.

“ Who is this suit for?” He asked curiously as he raised a thoughtful hand under his chin.

You sighed and raised your head slightly.

“ A very picky client.” You muttered, not daring to give away Nebra’s identity, or who this suit was meant to be for.

He nodded solemnly.

“ I see, I completely understand since I also have my fair share of picky clients,” He admitted with an irritated shake of his head. “ Should I talk to them?”

You shook your head and waved away his concern; the last time he had talked to one of your clients he had completely scared them off!

“ It’s alright, I can handle them on my own,” You told him softly, but your voice was full of gratitude and a gentle smile worked its way onto your face.

Nozel nodded, and you swore you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“ Then, would you like me to help you with these sketches? That way the problem client can’t cause you more problems?” He offered, his eyes still locked on the sketchbook.

You hummed in thought; one the one hand you wanted it to be a surprise, but on the other you thought it might be better that he at least give some input into his own suit.

“ Sure, have a seat and tell me what you think,” You told him, and he nodded before doing as you requested.

You watched Nozel anxiously, looking for any positive or negative expressions; but as always he kept his face neutral, serious, and very focused. He never gave his thoughts away, which both intrigued yet frustrated you.

“ Is this what the client requested?” He asked as he began flipping through the pages, you shook your head.

“ No. This suit is supposed to be a surprise for someone else,” You explained as you fully lifted your head and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. “ I’ll get more information later this week.”

He silently nodded.

The anxiety came crawling back as you waited for his verdict; surely the designs weren’t that bad?

After a moment Nozel set the sketchbook down and looked at you with a serious expression.

“ These all suck,” He told you bluntly, and you swore that you felt an arrow shoot you through the heart.

“ Well that hurts.”

“ Would you rather I lie in order to spare your feelings?” He asked with a raised brow, and you shook your head.

As much as it hurt, you would rather he be honest about his critiques; not only was this suit being made for him, but also because you valued his input as a senior Fashion Designer.

“ No,” You admitted with a sad sigh.

“ Hand me a pencil.” He instructed, and you frowned in confusion but did as he requested.

He took it with a small nod in thanks before he began scribbling and making notes on your sketches.

You watched him silently, the only sound in the room being the scratches of the pencil against the paper. But instead of feeling anxious in this silence like before, you felt this…calmness take over you.

You always loved watching him work; the way his eyes would narrow as he focused, the way a small smile would work its way onto his face as the design came together, and the way his purple eyes would glance up at you to see if you were watching him…

Wait, that wasn’t something he normally did!

You felt your heart skip a beat and your face heat up in embarrassment at having been caught staring. Nozel chuckled softly but didn’t say a word as he went back to your sketchbook.

After another moment he handed it back to you and stood up.

“ I have an early day tomorrow, so I’m going to bed first,” He told you softly as he walked over to stand beside you.

Nozel placed a hand against your cheek, leaned down, and placed a sweet, gentle kiss against your lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back, your hand reaching up to gently rest against his.

“ Don’t stay up too late.” He told her, his voice quiet but serious, and you smiled a bit.

“ Is that an order?”

“ Yes,” He replied bluntly, making you giggle before leaning forward to place another quick kiss against his lips, making his eyes widen and his face burn.

“ Alright Captain, I’ll follow your order,” You told him playfully, a soft giggle escaping you as you watched your boyfriend roll his eyes at the silly nickname. “ I’ll fix the designs and then I’ll come to bed.”

Nozel nodded before standing up, wishing you a goodnight, and walking towards your shared bedroom.

You let out a quiet, tired sigh and reached out to grab your sketchbook. Better get started on his corrections, you thought.

But much to your surprise, when you opened the sketchbook you didn’t see any corrections; instead you saw tiny little notes.

Positive and encouraging notes…

As your eyes scanned the pages slowly, you felt your heart fill with warmth and love. Nozel wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions and telling people how he felt about them; at least not verbally.

Whether it was through little notes like this or through his clothing designs, he was much better at expressing himself through his art and writing.

And that was one of the many things you loved about him.

You gently closed the sketchbook, stood up, and walked into the bedroom where you slipped quietly into the bed beside Nozel. You wrapped your arms around him, quietly thanked him for the encouragement, and told him that you would make the best suit, most impressive for your client because of it!

He chuckled, rolled over, and sleepily told you how he couldn’t wait to see it as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

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

[xkaidaxxxx]

Nozel Silva x Y/n Vermillion

Mentions: Confession, 1st kiss, family, overall fluff!!!

Reblogs are appreciated <3 (no proof read. Random short story!)

“You’re a piece of shit Nozel. You and your stupid sister and brother. How could you treat Noelle like that?” You said. “ She’s nothing but a failure. She’s born defective.” Nozel replied. You managed to slap him even though you’re short. He looked at you with anger. Before he could say anything hurtful to you, Fuegoleon showed up with 2 newcomers and Yami. “ Hey Y/n this is Yuno. He’s part of the Golden Dawn and that’s Asta. He’s a black bull. It's your job to show them around.” Your older brother ordered. “ Yes, big brother. Yuno, Asta. I’m y/n Vermillion. It’s really nice meeting you.” You greeted as you began to walk with them. Once you reached the end of the hall and turned, Fuegoleon looked pissed. 

“Don’t you ever dare cross the fucking line with my baby sister. Have your family issues in your house, not mine.” He said. “ She slapped me because of my family issues.”Nozel replied. His other siblings are backing him up. “ Well if she did it, it must be for a very good reason. Why are you even here?” Fuegleon asked. Yami stood there loving the drama. “The same reason why Yami is here.” Nozel replied. “Ah so you heard about Asta’s grimoire.” Yami said. “He’s a commoner. He has Devil Anti Magic.” Nozel said. “So?” Yami said, defending his new weird comrade. “He’ll end up bringing  trouble to the clover kingdom.” Nozel replied. “ I don’t even know why I brought you here, Yami. Both of you can leave now. You know where the door is.” Fuegoleon said and left. 

Weeks have gone by and Leo smacked your head. “You have a thing for Nozel.''Leo said. “N-No I don’t. Shut up.” you replied, smacking him back. “You might be older than me, but I totally pay attention to your life, like you do mine. You like him, you just hate the part where he’s an asshole to his little sister.” he responded. He was right. “ Well it’s not going to happen. He’s 7 years older than me and his siblings hate me so..” you said and you got another smack to the head. “ Since when the heck do you care about what others think? You don’t need to get his siblings approval. Ask him out.” Leo said with a smile afterwards. “ You make that sound so easy.” you replied.

The following week Nozel showed up at your home. Leo was acting weird for a while. “Leo thanks for the outfit. I look like a total badass. This is such a nice gift.” you said. He said - Try it on- that little liar. A few minutes later you’re down at the end of the stairs dressed beautifully with Nozel handing you a single rose and a nice box. You saw Leo giving you a thumbs up. “ I had the jewelry made just for you.” Nozel spoke as he showed you. “ In purple too. It's perfect.” You replied with a smile. “It goes well with your outfit. He put the necklace on you, along with the bracelet and earrings. “I was surprised when I received your letters. I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I thought about you a few times so I decided to try us out.” Nozel said. You couldn’t believe that Leo went behind your back but you were happy he did. You have a fucking date with Nozel. You guys left your house. A few minutes passed. You ended up in a very beautiful part of the forest. It was also decorated. Nice lights wrapped around the trees. There was a cute table for two with a basket on the table. “ I know you have been into picnics since you were younger. I decided to plan one as our 1st date.” he said. By the end of the day. He took you both on a nice ride. You loved how the breeze felt against your skin. It feel pleasing,however it was cold. You leaned against him. He pulled you in closer. Your heart beat did raise a bit out of nervousness but you also felt safe.“ This is wonderful Nozel.” you said looking up at him. He suddenly kissed you. You returned the kiss. It was your 1st kiss. It made you worry afterwards. What if you sucked at it and he didn’t like it?? Before you knew it, you stood at the front door. Leo was covering for you, its very late. He’s waiting for you by the stairs. You opened the door. “Tonight was great Zel. I enjoyed it very much.” you said. “I enjoyed it as well, it was beautiful. You made me get out of my comfort zone. The picnic, skipping rocks, even stargazing.” he said, placing his hands on your waist and leaning down to kiss you. Leo stopped him. “Hell no!! Not on the 1st date you perv. Now leave.” he said. “ 2nd date then?” Nozel said. “No. Not the 2nd date! Have some respect!” Leo responded. You walked inside smiling. “Oh Leo…your letters sucked. She’s straight forward. She wouldn’t waste her time writing letters. She would’ve shown up at my door and asked.” Nozel said. “ Hey, I was doing both of you a favor. Loser. Nozel you’d probably struggle so much at confessing and y/n you doubt yourself 24/7. I’m the love whisperer. Okay bye Nozel.'' Leo said, shutting the door. “Did you enjoy the date?” Leo asked you. “Leo, did I ever mention you’re my favorite brother?” you asked, saying it like he was your fairy godfather. You and Leo heard a cough. “ I see you’re dating Nozel.” Fuegouleon said. Fuegoleons aura was strong. You and Leo froze in place. “Y-Yes um..Y-Yeah.” you said honestly knowing if you lied you would be in big trouble. “I um..I got them together.” Leo said. “Leopold.That was supposed to be my job.” Fuegoleon said. “Sleepover Leo?” you asked. He nodded. Sleepover meant running from Fuegoleon or Mereoleona and locking yourselves in a room. You both ran fast. “ Emo or Pop?” Leo asked. “Emo!” you responded by running to your room with him. You and Leo made it safely. 

“They can’t stay in there forever.” Mereoleona said from the top of the stairs. “You’re right. Let's sleep now.” Fuegoleon said. The Vermillion family went to sleep to be well rested for tomorrow's chase. Little ones vs older ones. 

As Nozel walked inside and locked the door, his siblings Nebra and Solid stood there. “Where were you? It’s very late.” Nebra said. “ Yeah. We waited for you to show up for dinner.” Solid said, crossing his arms. “ It’s none of your business where I go and You don’t need me to have dinner with you every night.” Nozel said. “Nozel it's almost 1am.” She said, trying to get Nozel’s explanation. Nozel looked in their eyes and felt a bit bad. He didn’t say where he was going nor said he’d be home late and on top of that he never skips dinner with him unless there’s a mission going on. “ I had a date with Y/n Vermillion. We had a nice picnic dinner. Then we lost track of time.” Nozel said smiling. “ You’re dating her? She’s cool or whatever.” Solid said feeling happy his brother is finding happiness just as he should and his other siblings as well. “ You’re with someone that could totally kick your ass. Don’t ruin it. She’s a lovely, strong and smart woman. I like her for you Nozel.” Nebra said, patting his back then ran along to her room. “Goodnight brother.” Solid said and left for his room. 

You and Nozel do end up in a relationship. The way he ask you to be his girlfriend didn’t go as planned. The strong wind blew the balloons away and the cake somehow ended up on his face and shirt but the 1st gift was already inside hidden in Leopold the love whisperer’s closet. A kitten with cute outfits and a large lion decorated bed for him to sleep on. He got you a promise ring(looks more like a wedding ring). It had a purple tourmaline stone with diamonds surrounding it. He balanced the cake with his left hand and took out the ring from his pocket showing it to you.“ W-Will you be my Lady, Y/n?” he asked you. You have him a peck on the cheek tasting the frosting. “Mmm yummy and Yes Nozel. I’d love to be yours.” you replied giggling at how messy he was. Nozel was thankful that he had frosting on his face to cover his blush. He put the ring on as one where the engagement ring would go on. This ring is more as a pre engagement and both of you understood that. Fuegoleon got a photo of that. “We’re putting that in a scrapbook,”Mereoleona said. “ No you’re not.” Nozel said to Mereoleon. “ b-but Nozel I was planning to make a scrapbook of our adventure.” you said with a pouty face. “Alright darling, anything for you.” he replied and pressed a peck on your cheek. “They’re getting married. I know it.” Leo said. Fuegoleon nodded. “ It’s not going to be easy letting go..” Fuegoleon said. “I know big brother. I love our sisters too.” Leo said, trying to hold his tears back. “ Leo, it's okay to cry.” Fuegoleon said, rubbing his back. Leo held onto his brother's robe and cried. Fuegoleon gave him a hug. You saw and rushed over with Nozel and Mereoleona behind you. “What’s going on? Leo, are you hurt?” you asked. He clinged onto you. “ You’re marrying Nozel!!” he cried. You held him. “You’re such a baby Leopold. Even when I’m married I won’t push you aside, dummy.” you smiled at him as you let go. “Okay. You better not.” he replied smiling. “ I promise I won't.” you replied. “ I plan on going on boy trips with you and Fuegoleon so I hope you are up for that.” Nozel said ruffling his hair. “ Hell yes!! Let's do it!!” Leo exclaimed. 

“ I love you guys very much.” You said it out loud. “ We love you too.” they all said. 

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Ignore the style change 🕳️🚶🏾‍♂️

Also I finally drew William lol

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＃BLACK CLOVER !! ♡ — NOZEL ALPHABET HEADCANONS.

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

#. characters! — nozel .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

W: wild card. | random headcanon?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nozel x Reader

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

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

Prologue

Y/N POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You cannot! I - “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oops. Busted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kalolasart]

Noelle and Nozel nii-sama 💙

Twitter challenge below the cut

[wisefyre]

Some random black clover sketches. Since I’m sick, I had to draw Fuego “sleeping beauty” vermillion. He looks how I feel 🤧

[chiefpeanutcat]

I decided to post one of my Nozel drawings since i dont really post on here! Please don't pay any attention to the messy coloring, I started to lose motivation, but in the end, I pushed through.

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Had a lot of fun drawing him! Except for his stupid hair style that took years off my life.

[kleftiko]

AAAAAA im the nozel anon again.... (maybe u can address me as "♍ anon") WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME THOUGHT... POWERFUL MEN GETTING ON THEIR KNEES RAWRARRWRAAWRAWR I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO UR WORKS IN THE FUTURE esp black clover (NOZEL) ❤️❤️❤️

❦ WHEN WE’RE ALONE

cw: none, this is fluff

♍️ anon !!!!!! have some fluff ☺️

“can i get rid of everyone in this castle except for you?” your husband enters the bedroom, hair slightly wet from a bath and face tired from working.

you place your book down onto the plush comforter atop your lap and smile at nozel.

“are you going to keep the place clean then?”

he huffs at your comment and climbs ontop of you, grabbing your book and throwing it to the other side of the bed before placing his head in your lap and silently demanding attention.

“i just want you all to myself, all the time.” he nuzzles his nose into your stomach and you giggle at his clinginess.

“captain, this is so unbecoming of a royal.”

he groans, “don’t call me that, not here. not with you.”

“what would you rather i call you?” you tease, fingers running through his soft hair. the front part is slightly wavy from the braid which is now gone. and his body reacts unconsciously as your nails gently scrape his scalp; it relaxes in tandem, starting with his shoulders slumping.

“…you know…” he turns shy.

“no, i don’t think i do, captain.”

his arms tighten around you in response, his soft breaths heating up the fabric that covers your stomach.

“baby~” his deep voice breaks in plea.

you sigh, “yes, darling?”

a soft smile stretches across his lips and he pushes himself further into your hold.

“again.” his voice is muffled.

“nozel, darling, are you comfortable?”

he doesn’t respond.

the two of you continue in your positions for a bit; you stroking his hair as he clings onto you. the only sounds being breaths and soft hums of pleasant communication between you.

eventually the silence is broken.

“i love you.” he whispers.

“i love you too, darling.”

[yoildayday]

:3

[reallyromealone]

NOZEL SILVA X MALE READER

👾 warnings ⭐

Male reader, mpreg, omegaverse, Omega male reader, fluff, nesting, reader calls out Nozel being shitty to the clover kingdoms subjects

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Nozel never knew what to do with his mate, (name) was an enigma to say the least.

(Name) was the prince of the heart kingdom, the younger brother of Queen lolopetchka and to strengthen the bonds of the kingdoms (name) and Nozel wed.

(Name) didn't take after the water magic his mother possessed but instead the plant magic like his father, using it to create crops to send to struggling villages around the kingdom.

"You're not going" Nozel said strictly to his mate, (name) crossing his arms in defiance "and why not?"

"It's dangerous for an Omega to go alone"

"What if I didn't go alone?"

"And who did you convince to do this with?"

"...the back bulls" (name) mumbled and Nozel stared him down "absolutely not" he said coldly, watching his mate deflate "then you come with me!"

"No"

"Why not?!"

"I have better things to attend to"

"More important than helping your people?" In the heart kingdom, the Royals did anything they could for their people, the callousness of the clover kingdom infuriated (name).

The village was struggling with crop fertility and winter was only five months away... (Name) didn't like the idea of them struggling like that.

Noelle couldn't believe she was going against her brothers words and helping the other, Asta excited to go out "this is great! You must be strong to be able to do this!" Asta boasted and (name) bit his lip, he felt bad not following his alphas command but... People needed him.

And his sister always taught him that one's subjects lives came before ones own.

Noelle was in awe as she watched her brother in law use his magic, the ground glowing beneath them before plant life began sprouting, fruit trees and various plants around the farm land.

Nozel was fuming as he searched high and low for his Omega, practically putting out a wanted poster for the fucker.

"Nozel!" Noelle said panicked as Asta carried an unconscious (name), the Omega looking worse for wear "what happened?!" Nozel seethed as he took his mate "he was helping a village with their crops and just suddenly collapsed!"

Nozel didn't say anything as he took his Omega to the silver eagles base and to their room, setting the Omega in the nest.

(Name) slept for a few hours before waking, Nozel doing paperwork as he spoke "were you aware you are with pup?" His voice even but it was clear he was upset... But this was the wrong move as (name) gripped his stomach and stressed pharamones leaked everywhere, Nozel knew his Omega well and walked to him, pulling him close to scent him.

"The pups safe, you over used your magic on a trip I clearly remember barring you from going to"

"If I didn't... They wouldn't have made it through the winter... They would have died..." (Name) said teary eyed "I don't understand your reluctance to help those who are supposed to be your subjects... " This genuinely upset (name), the Omega who spent his life helping those of the heart kingdom with anything and everything because he was royalty, his job was to support and lift the kingdom.

"..." Nozel was silent as he held his Omega close "you can't go out to random villages" he said and felt (name) curl his fingers around his cape angrily "but... We can send supply crates to village's in need"

(Name) perked up considerably as he shifted to look at his mate wide eyed "you seem to be hellbent on this, just no more adventures"

"Can I help around the capital?"

"Be thankful I'm not locking you away in the castle"

(Name) didn't try pushing his luck as he chirped and nosed at Nozels jaw while the Alpha moved to touch the bump "I expect minimal magic while you are carrying our pup"

"Our baby.." (name) said happily as he held onto the Alpha who felt his heart warm at the others words "yes yes, our baby"

[lyranova]

A manga coloring requested by @kalolasfantasyworld ! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it 🥰!