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loosesodamarble · 3 months ago

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The Beasts in the Shadows Chapter 1: Those Forsaken by the Land

Summary: We get a glimpse of a peasant family in the Forsaken Realm. Meanwhile, Josele looks back on a part of her life and begins having questions. Genre: general Word count: ~3000

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Horto. A village located near the furthest edge of the Forsaken Realm. The nearest neighboring settlement was Hage.

Where Hage was a farming town, Horto specialized in the production of lumber. The village was built on the outskirts of a forest, dense in its foliage thanks to the nutrient rich soil and various streams which ran through the area. It was natural for the people of Horto to make their living off lumber with so many trees around.

Another business was also present in Horto, that of hunting wild beasts for meat. And the ones who hunted were the Yverns. Their home was a cabin built between the town’s edge and the beginning of the woodlands. It was where they lived, stored their equipment, and even butchered the animals they hunted.

A middle-aged woman—Dehlila Yvern—with a muscular build and unruly, red hair returned home late in the night. She stepped inside and was greeted by the sight of her husband, Braun, tending to a dying fireplace. He turned his head to the door and smiled at Dehlila.

“Welcome home, Dehl,” he said with a soft voice.

“Yup, I’m back,” Dehlila answered. She placed her set of weapons by the threshold of the cabin and slid off her boots. As she made her way over to the fireplace, she whispered, “The wilderness is growing more aggressive by the day.”

“Dangerous hunt?” Braun asked, to which Dehlila nodded. He then coaxed her into sitting at the hearth. “Everyone is at least safe, yeah?”

“Mhm. No severe injuries,” Dehlila replied plainly. “But I can’t help but feel unsettled.” Her attention turned to a window and she gazed at the night sky, obscured by clouds. “I wonder if the Qliphoth ritual unleashed negative mana that’s become a part of the land and… tainted it, I guess?”

“You think it’s connected?” Braun crossed his arms and tapped his heel against the floor. “Well I dunno much about devils so it could be.”

“Haah…” Dehlila buried her face in her hands. “Or maybe I’m going crazy.”

Braun reached over and touched Dehlila’s shoulder.

“You’re not, dear. Trust me.”

The couple grinned at each other, feeling more at ease thanks to each other.

“So how were things while I was away?” Dehlila questioned, straight and to the point. “With a whole week, something must’ve happened right?”

“Yeah. Plenty happened,” Braun muttered. “We finally heard back from the Southern Enclave about the albaachs. The herd moved on quietly.” As he explained, Delilah silently listened. “The Eastern Enclave is on high alert for the waters. As for us, Ross and Bianco went scouting with Oliver and found a den just four miles into the woods. They cleared it out already though.”

“Four miles? That’s too close for comfort…”

“Really is. We ought to push back before the beasts’ territory encroaches on the town.” Braun paused to scoop cold ashes over the fire and smother the last of the flames. “And we received the replacements for the damaged equipment from the encounter with that Letum.”

Dehlila let out a relieved exhale. “About time. It’s been nearly two months and only now do we get new tools?” She shook her head and with it, her annoyance dissipated. Then she asked, “And how’s Cassandra’s training?”

“Ah… That.” Braun patted his knees for a moment as he seemed to collect himself. “Sibyl says that the little one’s got a good grasp of her powers already. Cass can use her magic when she wants to, but it still acts up on its own sometimes.”

Dehlila listened, humming and nodding along to Braun’s explanation.

“I suppose I can’t expect more than that. She’s still only four,” Dehlila muttered. “Still, I’ll test her tomorrow to see just how well she’s doing.”

Perhaps it was demanding for the Yverns to have Cassandra training her magic in earnest at such a young age. But as peasants, they had to work hard to simply survive. Dehlila, Braun, and their other kids had gone through similar training from a young age as well. It felt necessary to teach Cassandra how to use magic early in preparation for the future in a world where magic was everything. Especially with the nature of the child’s magic.

After making sure the fire was completely put out, Dehlila and Braun went upstairs, led by candlelight. They passed by the two bedrooms that were split between the sons and daughters of the family. The couple reached their room and when they entered, there was already someone on the bed.

A little girl with messy red hair that was so disheveled that it almost covered her mismatched eyes, one blue and one gray.

“Cass?” Dehlila went over to the bed and climbed onto it. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mommy got home,” Cassandra replied. “I wanted to see you.”

“Oh baby.” Laughing, Dehlila patted her daughter on the head. “You could’ve seen me in the morning.”

“But I wanted to see you no—ahhhhh…” Cassandra muttered before a yawn rose from her throat.

Braun, now sitting with his wife and daughter, chuckled, “Look what you get for sneaking around at night.” He scooped up Cassandra and bounced her in his arms. “All tuckered out.”

“Can I sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?” Cassandra asked while rubbing her eyes. “Helen’s all kicky tonight. And I get kicked from bed a lots…”

“Alrighty then. Sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight,” Dehlila whispered. She brushed Cassandra’s bangs a bit, causing a shimmer of silver to be seen from within the locks, then kissed the girl’s forehead.

The parents changed into their night clothes then joined Cassandra under the blankets.

“Lullaby?”

“Which one, Cass?” Dehlila asked.

“My favorite. Pretty please?”

“Okay then…” Dehlila took a breath before she began to sing a low, slow song.

“Under the sunset, at day's end… Come nearer, child, and grasp my hand tight. The wind grows cold. Shadows grow deep. But I'm here to guard you, and be your light.”

Cassandra hummed, pleased by the sound of her mother’s singing voice.

Dehlila smiled at the sight of her child, so young and innocent, drifting into sleep for pleasant dreams. She continued to sing.

“When your heart fills with dread… The smallest things will leave you dead…

In the glow of twilight, it's time to rest. Lay yourself down and let your eyes close…”

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Miles away, the same song was carried by another voice.

“Still and quiet…” Josele muttered to herself as she scrubbed the floor of the common area. “The air feels like death…”

Spurred on by the lack of anything else to do, the Black Bulls were doing a deep clean of their base. The squad was spread throughout the base. Clearing out dust, washing everything to a shine, and reorganizing their cupboards and cabinets. While some were having fun with their teammates in doing the work, Josele was absorbed in her own world.

“What peril looms beyond…” The words came to Josele from the past, from memories that she hadn’t considered for years. “No one knows…”

“What’s with the creepy tune, Jo?”

“Huh?” Suddenly pulled from her thoughts, Josele perked up and turned to face Yami who was behind her. “Sorry, say that again?”

“I was asking about the song,” Yami said bluntly. “What’s got you singing something so weird?”

Josele blinked a couple of times before letting out a half-hearted sigh.

“I don’t know actually,” she answered and shrugged. “I was just remembering this old lullaby that my dad used to sing.”

“A lullaby? Sounded like some dark ritual chant to me,” Yami replied with a chuckle. He clapped Josele on the back before walking off to resume his share of the cleaning.

Left alone, Josele sat in silence for a bit. The lullaby had never come off as particularly unsettling to her. Then again, she grew up with Thomas singing her the song every so often. He never sang as often as Gwenith did, but Josele’s memory of her dad included him singing that tune to her. He shared that lullaby with Josele for as long as she could remember and only stopped after—

Josele’s hand, gripping a sponge, paused over her bucket of soap water.

When did he stop singing the lullaby? she wondered. I guess I just outgrew lullabies like every other kid. Josele plunged the sponge into the bucket. She had to finish scrubbing the floor.

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The Black Bulls gathered for breakfast in their freshly cleaned mess hall the following morning.

Despite everyone working themselves to the bone during cleaning yesterday, the squad was as animated as ever. Perhaps more so as the refreshed environment made the people feel renewed themselves.

Vanessa, Acylla, and Mallory had a lively chat about a Girls’ Day Out. Grey and Finral helped Charmy bring out various plates of breakfast dishes to be shared. Henry waved a book in the air as he chatted with Gordon. Nacht and Yami were respectively holding Gauche and Asta back from each other, both looking quite irritated. Unsurprising for Gauche but a shock coming from Asta. The rest of the squad who wasn’t absorbed in another conversation was having a laugh at the site.

“Just look at him!” Asta raised his hands as best he could to show off Liebe, looking none too pleased with his position, in his miniaturized form. “Is he not adorable?”

“Hell no! Fancy pastries and girls like Noelle and Marie are adorable. But he’s a devil!”

Josele smiled at the sight of the Black Bulls, being themselves as always. She glanced past the argument to see an open spot at the table next to Magna. But first, Josele walked up to Nacht.

“Morning, handsome,” she whispered before kissing his cheek.

The greeting made Nacht smile and his whole body relaxed. Gauche used that opportunity to break free and lunge at Asta.

“GRAAAAAHHHH!”

“YAAAAA! WATCH IT!”

Josele slipped by and sat down next to Magna.

“Mornin’, Miss Josele,” Magna cackled as he acknowledged her. “Nice work there!”

“Wasn’t my plan but—” Josele glanced over at Gauche and Asta.

“Look here, Asta! I’ll concede on ‘cute’ but ‘precious’ and ‘adorable’ are out of the question!”

“No fair! You don’t get to keep me from using words!”

“Say Magna…” Josele lowered her voice. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it!”

“Do you recall your parents ever singing a particular lullaby to you?”

“Hm? My ma sang a bit.” Magna’s brow creased as he answered. “Not sure if I remember much.” He shook his head and clenched his hand. “But go and tell me that song!”

“Right then. The first verse goes like this. ‘Under the sunset, at day's end… Come nearer, child, and grasp my hand tight…’” Josele didn’t bother to sing the exact tune, only relay the words. “‘The wind grows cold. Shadows grow deep… But I'm here to guard you, and be your light…’”

Josele stopped and let the words hang in the air. Magna crossed his arms and his face twisted up in thought. It was clear on his face that he was searching his memories for recognition. But after a few seconds, he groaned.

“I got nothing,” muttered Magna as he gave a shrug. “Maybe the song was specific to the area you lived in?”

“Weird…” Josele’s gaze fell. “My dad said it was a song shared by peasants.”

“I’m a peasant and I know for sure I never heard that song.” Magna patted Josele on the shoulder. “But hey, there’s still others ya’ can ask. Heeey! Asta! Zora!”

At the sound of their names, Asta and Zora turned to Magna. In fact, the whole squad glanced at him and Josele though most returned to their own conversations. It didn’t take long for Zora and Asta to go over to where Magna and Josele sat.

“What’s up?” asked Asta.

“Better have a good reason for shouting us over.” Zora didn’t bother hiding his irritation.

“I wanna check if you two recognize a song that I know,” Josele answered.

“So not a good reason at all.” Zora rolled his eyes.

Brushing aside the remark, Josele again recited the first verse of the song and even shared the second verse but her voice trailed off as she started the third as none of the boys had any reaction other than confusion.

“And you’re sure we ought to know a creepy song like that?” Zora pressed as his lip curled back in annoyance.

“What’s so creepy about it?” Josele asked with a raised brow.

The guys around Josele were silent for a beat.

“Uh, did you miss the mentions of death and doom in the lyrics?” Zora spat back.

“I dunno if Sister Lily would’ve ever sung that song for the kids…”

Magna muttered, “Maybe your old man made up the song?”

“Ngh… Doubt it…” Josele whispered.

Thomas hadn’t been the creative type. Sure he would carve wood into little animal figures but songwriting was something else entirely. Her mother was more likely to try writing a poem but that wasn’t a full song.

“It could be something your dad got from his parents,” Zora offered with a gentle tone. “Like my dad’s stew recipe. It’s a family thing rather than a peasant thing.”

Josele closed her eyes and hummed. That was the only other thing that made sense.

“Sorry to ask such a weird question.”

“Hey don’t worry about it.” Asta waved his hand through the air. “And sorry I couldn’t help.”

Josele patted Asta on the head to reassure him before the young man left to sit elsewhere. Magna nudged Josele’s arm with his elbow, a sign of good faith. Zora rolled his eyes again but that didn’t stop him from smiling as he went to sit elsewhere. Josele nodded to herself before getting up to sit next to Nacht.

But the topic of the conversation, her dad’s lullaby, stuck with Josele the rest of the day. The lyrics and melody came to mind with perfect clarity. Thomas’s words when he shared it with her, “This is a special song for peasants like us,” echoed too. In her remembrance, there also came questions.

Why was it that none of the peasant-born squad members knew of the song despite what Thomas claimed?

Was it really such a creepy song?

Who taught Thomas the song? And where did that person learn it from?

Where did the song come from in the first place?

What was the story behind the lullaby?

“Am I overthinking this?” Josele asked as she and Nacht prepared to sleep that night.

A lean but strong arm wrapped around Josele’s middle and pulled her back to sit on the bed. A cold kiss was pressed to her shoulder.

“I don’t think so, darling,” Nacht muttered as he put his other arm around Josele. “It’s only natural to question what we know to be true when we hear something that contradicts that truth.. And that lullaby is something personal to you, so you’re going to think about it even more.”

“Guess you’re right about that…” Josele let out a sigh. She scooted and lowered herself into laying down, which Nacht followed. “Nacht…”

“Hm?”

“Did you ever do that? Question what you thought was true, I mean…”

“Yes.” Nacht’s arms tightened around Josele. His whole body curled into hers. “Many times, in fact.”

Silence fell over the couple. Josele turned in Nacht’s arms and hugged him back. Her lips parted for a moment, but they closed without sharing the sentiment she had in mind. Not that she had to speak it aloud.

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Everything will look blurry. Like when it rains and the raindrops fall in her eyes, only it doesn’t feel like there’s going to be rain.

Moving will feel bumpy. Only she won’t be running on her own. Instead, she feels like someone will carry her away as she watches what she will be carried away from.

There will be two people, the backs of which will be turned to her.

The first of them will be a woman with a special knife just like Mommy and Daddy’s and eyes that look at her gently.

The second of them will be a man who has horns on his head like a beast and a kind smile despite his gloomy presence.

She will look past them and see what is coming after them. The form will look unclear because of the water in her eyes but the colors alone will make her stomach churn, thinking of poison and sickness.

The urge to beg them not to go will come to her. But she won’t be able to say it, knowing that they’ll have to fight what will chase them.

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Cassandra blinked awake. She sat up in her own bed that night.

She frowned and tilted her head, realizing that she didn’t recognize the people in her dream.

Feeling restless, Cassandra crawled out of bed to go to the window. The night was partially cloudy so the moon and stars were still visible to her. Thinking about her dream, she realized that it looked like there were stars in the woman’s hair. And the man’s face was pale like the moon.

“Weird…”

Her gaze lowered so she could see the wall of trees that indicated the beginning of the forest.

Her family was in and out of those woods daily. Sometimes bringing out dead animals, like rabbits and birds with the same name as all the people in the Forsaken Realm were called. Sometimes, they went into the woods only to come out covered in blood and carrying broken weapons. The family’s weapons broke often.

Except the daggers and swords made from “Silva Steel.” Cassandra wondered how her family had weapons from the royal Silvas. Or maybe they just called the metal that because it was silvery like the Silva name?

Cassandra shook her head and refocused on the trees. And when she did, she saw someone walking out of the woods and towards the cabin. She leaned out the window and squinted to get a better look.

Then, she gasped. The person’s colors made her feel sick, like the colors from her dream.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #nacht faust #black clover oc #josele canty #nacsele #sterling faust #zora ideale #magna swing #black clover asta #as time moves on series

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mercurykit · 1 month ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Magna Swing/Luck Voltia, Magna Swing & Luck Voltia Characters: Luck Voltia, Magna Swing, Black Bulls Ensemble (Black Clover), Blue Roses Ensemble (Black Clover) Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, First Kiss Summary:

Luck over hears Magna say he has feeling for him. This forces the blonde to figure out his true feeling for his best friend

#magluck #luck voltia #magna swing #fanfic #black clover

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lyranova · 1 year ago

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Could I request a oneshot where Over the course of months, Magna is like, totally simping for Luck or something like that. Simping is kind of a bad term, but it's the best way I can really explain it. Over the course of these months, Luck slowly realizes Magna is in love with him and starts to get nervous around Magna. And he's trying to think of how to talk to Magna about the matter. Then they get together in the end somehow. Thank you a lot!

Hiya anon! Of course you can! Hm, I don't think simping is a bad term 🤔 but I understand what you mean 😊! This is a...little different then what you requested I have Magna kind of being the...nervous one, I apologize but I hope you'll still enjoy this!

Word Count: 537

Warnings: None

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Luck just watched as Magna began to heal one of Luck’s many new wounds. He had started doing things like this lately, and had been acting a lot…different towards him. He began cheering him on a lot more than he usually did, he always wanted to be with him and around him, and anytime he got hurt like this he would begin to freak out and would worry over him.

“ How many times have I told you to take care of yourself, huh?” Magna tsked as he finished wrapping up Luck’s knee. “ Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“ Why would you have a heart attack over me getting hurt?” Luck asked with a frown, and he watched the other man's face burn brightly. “ You’ve seen me get hurt plenty of times before?”

“ Yeah, I know, but…it’s different now.” Magna muttered as he stood up and dusted his knee’s off.

“ How?”

“ It…It just is okay!” Magna suddenly snapped, his face a bright red as he suddenly turned around and began to walk away, leaving Luck sitting there in confusion.

It was different now? How so?

Luck tilted his head. The way Magna was acting was very similar to how Gauche acted around Grey, Captain Yami acted around Captain Roselei, and how Asta acted with Noelle, and the main thing they all had in common was: they were in love with each other.

Oh…Oh…now it all made sense!

The looks Magna was giving him, the way he smiled differently, and the way he fretted over any little injury that Luck got these past few months. It all signaled that he was in love with Luck!

Luck suddenly began to laugh, it took that flame brain long enough!

The blonde haired man suddenly jumped up, ran behind Magna, and wrapped his arms around his middle in a tight hug. He felt his body straighten and freeze at the sudden contact.

“ Luck…?”

“ Magna, do you like me?” Luck asked curiously as his cheek rested against his back. He felt Magna hum a bit.

“ I…I do…” He muttered so softly, Luck nearly missed it, but the blonde haired man laughed again.

“ That’s great! It took you long enough!”

“ What?” Magna asked as he turned around, and Luck just grinned up at him.

“ What? You couldn’t tell that I’ve liked you for a while?” Luck asked as he placed his hands behind his head. “ To be honest, I was beginning to give up on you ever feeling the same way about me. But now I guess I don’t!”

Magna just stared at the slightly shorter man. Luck…liked him back? Why didn’t he say anything! Instead, he just let Magna sit on his own feelings for a while and let him go back and forth on whether he should tell Luck or not!

“ You jerk!” Magna grumbled before he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss against his lips, catching Luck by surprise.

Luck blinked a couple of times as Magna pulled away with a red blush on his face, he then cleared his throat and began to walk away at a fast pace.

“ Hey Magna wait, do that again!” Luck shouted gleefully as he quickly followed behind the flame mage.

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

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floraracoon · 10 months ago

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Random Black Clover Highschool AU info that is up for debate:

- Vanessa had a Gacha phase.

- Gauche cannot (read: will not) read above Marie’s reading level.

- Luck and Magna once had to emergency scrub down one of the green rooms after causing an explosion in hopes Yami wouldn’t find it.

More will come later.

#black clover #fanfic #high school au #magna swing #luck voltia #gauche adlai #vanessa enoteca #yami sukehiro

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itjazzbicch · 1 year ago

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Keeps Me Breathing

Pairing: Magna Swing x Reader

Summary: FIRSTS THINGS FIRST! THERE ARE MANGA SPOILERS! SO HERE'S YOUR WARNING BEFORE YOU CONTINUE!

Also a continuation of New Motivations:

Magna's and the reader's plans are jammed up due to their current enemy arising, the reader sacrifices themselves for everyone, unable to hang on, thinking it's the end, but Magna keeps them breathing...

Warnings: Mentions of blood, near-death experience

Word Count: 1.3k

Well, it looked like this was it for me.

Taking on Damnatio while already roughed up was a challenge, but I had to. So, Asta could get to who was behind all of this, Lucius.

Forming my mana zone, I pushed past my limits. Creating the heaviest form of gravity to keep down and that came with a great cost.

His body was next to mine, probably knocked out, maybe even dead, as he was as stiff as a tree.

I wasn’t in great shape either. Using what little magic I had left to keep the rocks above us hovering, so I wouldn’t get crushed.

The gravity that I used to take him down was so heavy that I practically buried us alive. Gravely injured, blood all over me, and horrible couldn’t even describe the pain I was feeling.

Every second that passed, it got harder to breathe. I wouldn’t be surprised if all of my bones were broken and my organs were crushed.

“OVER HERE!!”

Looking up, I could hear voices, the rocks making it hard to tell who it was.

Pebbles started falling, some light peeking out through the top.

Captain Yami? Magna?

“Y/N?!”

I tried to speak and blood came out, coughing and it made the pain so much worse.

“Oh my god,” Magna came sliding down the rocks with Captain Yami, limp when Captain Yami picked me up.

“Just hang on tight, kid,” Captain Yami hauled me out, sitting me against a big rock, looking to see the rest of our squad running over, even if they were beaten up, Magna panicking but trying to help:

“Yeah, Mimosa is on her way, so she can-“

“That’s okay,” I whispered ghostly, she was too far away, and so, I accepted my fate, “Not ‘ough t-time.”

“Don’t you talk like that!” Magna instantly started crying at my words, “It won’t be much longer, I promise!”

I wanted to tell him that I was sorry, but I could feel what little oxygen I had being clogged, the tiniest amount keeping me conscious.

Everyone stopped around us, seeing Vanessa fall to her knees, tears in all their eyes, even Captain Yami’s.

They were the best part of my life, and I loved them. From barbecues, training, and all the crazy things we’ve done and accomplished. I wouldn’t want to live a life without them.

“Y/N-“ Vanessa was crying as they all came closer, seeing how my eyes were starting to drift off.

I managed to lock them on Magna as he took my hand, barely able to hold back his sobs as he kept trying to encourage me:

“You can’t die here! We still have our date! There’s so much we still have to do together.”

Everyone else kept trying too, mentioning our goals of becoming captains together, any little detail that came to their minds.

Starting to lose feeling, I did feel the tears streaming down my face, but smiling as much as I could, eyes still locked into Magna’s.

“L-Love you,” The last bit of air I had, I used to let them know how happy they made me, trying to squeeze Magna’s hand, “S-So ‘uch.”

Not fighting the sobs anymore, all their hearts were breaking together, Magna being the one to cry back to me:

“I love you too.”

Hearing that made me smile more, heartbroken that this was my last moment, but grateful that I had them and that I wasn’t alone.

My eyes started drifting off again, looking to the sky, cold and able to hear the last faint beats my heart had left.

Suddenly, I felt something warm. Realizing that Magna was hugging me, everything started going black, the last thing I heard was his cries, his sobbing plea echoing off into my mind:

“You can’t die on me! Please! Y/NNN!”

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Was I dead?

Everything was still dark but I could hear some birds chirping.

Gradually, some figures were visible but it was still dark. Trying to look around, my vision was blurry, but I saw a window?

The moon. A full moon that was glowing.

The realization smacked me hard that I must’ve been awake, trying to sit up and I slammed back down, crying out in pain.

That pain was enough to know that I was alive, sobbing at how everything hurt, screaming when I suddenly heard:

“Y/N!!!”

Looking to my side, it was Magna, who scared me. Falling out of his chair to his knees next to me.

His eyes were so red, dark circles under them like he hadn’t slept in days, crying more:

“You’re awake. Thank goodness, you’re awake.”

Reliving the end of judgment day, all I could think about was him hugging me. Sobbing and fighting the pain, I took his arm, crying with him, but cooing:

“Come here.”

I could only hug him with one arm, but I hugged him as much as I could, finally getting to say:

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I scared you like I did. I just-; I had to defeat Damnatio somehow.”

“It’s okay,” He swallowed down, picking his head up to look into my eyes, smiling through tears, “I’m just so happy you’re still here.”

I was too. Smiling back and asking:

“Were you here with me all this time? How long have I been out for?”

“A week,” He mumbled, explaining to me, “You broke some bones and some of your organs got crushed and because of your gravity, it made it hard to heal. I’ve been here, ever since they’ve been trying to heal you.”

Just as I expected, my magic was unique and since I change gravity in ways only I know how, it can make it difficult for others to adapt to the changes it makes.

Either way, I was just happy that I was alive. I was touched by how he’s stayed with me.

“But don’t worry,” Trying to stay optimistic, he also informed me, “You only have two big injuries right now and they’re working to get it healed as quickly as they can.”

“That’s good,” I breathed out, closing my eyes and admitting, “Because I feel like shit.”

“I bet,” He sighed, fighting some tears again, “I’m just so relieved.”

Pushing some of his hair behind his ear, wiping his tears away, and promising:

“I am too. And the second I’m out of here, we’re going on our date.”

“I can’t wait,” He smiled, kissing my forehead and making quickly, “You try to relax. I’m gonna go tell Owen that you’re awake.”

When he came back with Owen, we learned that they were close to getting me patched up. It was just a challenging task with the kingdom still recovering.

I wasn’t in any rush really, but not even a week later, they had me fixed like new. The squad came to visit in between and kept me occupied. Unfortunately, Magna and the squad weren’t there the day I was released, but that gave me a good chance to surprise them.

Celebrating with everyone, and getting some of Charmy’s food to fuel up, I rushed because Magna still wasn’t back yet, so I got changed into one of my cutest outfits.

The look on his face was priceless when he came into his room, seeing me sitting on the bed, kicking my feet:

“Bout time you showed up!”

“Holy crap, you’re back?!” He rushed over, tackling me on the bed with a hug, making me squeal and giggle, but playfully scolding:

“Hey! I got all dolled up for our date! Don’t mess up my outfit!”

His head shot up so quickly, blinking for the reconfirmation that I gave him:

“I told you as soon as I was back we’d go on our date! Let’s go!”

Giggling at him stuck in place, I was shut up with a kiss, the both of us getting lost, but tapping him before it turned into a full-blown make-out session:

“Ah, ah. You’ll get kisses later. I wanna go have some fun.”

“I just needed that,” He pulled back smiling, running off to get ready, “Be back in a flash!”

“You better!” I giggled, making sure he knew, “You and I are gonna have a lot of fun today!”

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unlikephoenix · 11 months ago

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BLACK CLOVER FANFIC RECS

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Charlotte Roselei

Dorothy Unsworth

Finral Roulacase

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Jack the Ripper

Julius Novachrono

Klaus Lunettes

Magna Swing

Mars

Mars Francois

Mereoleona Vermillion

Nacht Faust

Nozel Silva

Vanessa Enoteca

William Vangeance

Yami Sukehiro

Zora Ideale

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magnaswingwritings · 1 year ago

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Black Bulls Month 2023 Prompt 5: Bonding

Silence.

It was a quiet day in the Black Bulls Hideout. No arguing. No screaming. No laughter. No sheep cooks running in and out of the kitchen. There wasn't even the sound of smoking or newspapers flipping.

It made Luck absolutely restless.

After living in the hideout for many years. There were certain things that one didn't think should or shouldn't happen. It just happened. Like the sound of Asta screaming, "GOOD MORNING FELLOW BLACK BULLS!" or Magna leaping out of his seat to pick a fight post provocation. It eventually just becomes a norm.

Until it doesn't.

The evening prior, a high amount of mission requests came in from the Wizard King. Asta and Magna were already gone on an assignment before these came in, and the new ones required… a less destructive approach.

So the lightning mage was stuck by himself in the hideout in case anyone contacts the base. He paced the common room. His mana sense in overdrive waiting for something, anything to happen.

That's when he felt it. The familiar warmth approaching the front door. Without realization the Blue Grimoire floated out of its case. Lightning wrapped around his legs as he bolted toward the door. The door was barely open when he divebombed the entryway. Static sparks scattered everywhere on impact, completely shattering the wood door and frame.

The two teammates whom he just snuck up on sat in a comical scene. They were covered in dirt and sweat, and their clothes had pieces of the door stuck to it. Stunned expressions and static hair. The lightning mages laughter echoed through the base.

They never saw it coming.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR LUCK?!" The anti magic user screeched once the initial surprise wore off. The fire mage, however, decided to speak with actions. The warmth of his mana intensified as he pulled his fire bat out of his grimoire and pointed it in his teammates direction.

"You wanna go?! Let's take this outside!" His voice felt like fire in Luck's ears. A fire he didn't realize he needed after pacing the base all morning. The fire mage eyed him carefully. His posture leaving little opening for another surprise attack.

It absolutely thrilled him!

"Hahaha sounds like fun! Let's go Magna! Hope you're ready to lose!" Blue lightning enveloped his frame once more as he raced passed his partner and out toward the training ground.

"Yeah right! You're the one who's gonna lose! Wait for me ya jerk!" His voice filled with excitement as it echoed behind the lightning mage.

This was what he needed. What he was missing earlier today. His daily bonding with his best friend.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

#blackbullsmonth2023 #black clover #fanfiction #fanfic #magna swing #anime #the black bulls #luck voltia #magluck #lugna #asta

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loosesodamarble · 10 months ago

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From Luck to Jesse

Summary: The day of their daughter's birth, Luck is confronted with fear and hesitation. Magna is there to reassure his husband though. They're fathers in this together. Genre: general, some hurt-comfort Word count: ~1000 Warning: brief mentions of abuse

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When it came time to cut open the blood cocoon and truly bring their new daughter into the world, Luck ran into the room before Magna. His smile stretched across his face, bright enough to rival the look he wore during their wedding. He stopped in front of the blood cocoon and stared at it for a moment.

It's time. Our little girl is ready for the world, Luck thought to himself.

Luck glanced over his shoulder to see Magna speed-walk in after him. Magna smiled, half annoyed-half amused.

"Man, someone's too excited 'round here."

"Maybe you're not excited enough! Get over here already, Magna!"

"Alrigh' alrigh'!"

Once a tub of warm water and a soft towel was prepped, Magna brought out a medical kit and a clean scalpel to cut the cocoon. The husbands shared a look before Manga pressed the blade into the cocoon's surface and glided it through.

With the seal broken, the magic blood within began to dissipate like steam. As the blood faded, a small, pink shape was revealed. A baby, their baby, their daughter. Bits of blood and other fluid clung to the infant's body. She had already begun crying and wriggling. She was alive and a fighter!

With Magna still holding the scalpel, Luck instinctively moved to pick up the baby.

Smack!

Carissa loomed over Luck, looking upon him with contempt. Her hand, hovering close to where he once stood, had been cold.

Luck saw how close his hand was to touching his daughter. He curled his fingers back before withdrawing his whole hand.

"Luck?" Magna's voice was a distant echo in his ears.

"I… I shouldn't…" Luck took a step back as he whispered those words. "Magna, I don't…"

It only took a second for Magna to change gears. He'd already set down the scalpel and wiped his hands so he picked up the baby and moved her to the tub.

Luck quietly watched his husband gently, oh so tenderly, washed their daughter off. He watched and wished he wasn't so afraid of what his own hands could do.

While Magna cleaned up their daughter, Luck shuffled to the bedroom and sat on the bed's edge.

Why did he hesitate all of a sudden? He'd never hesitated when handling children before. He wasn't Sterling's favorite but he always treated her with care. Hikari loved to roughhouse with him. Finral and Mallory's sons would gang up on him. Hell, he'd even held many of the children as babies. So then why couldn't he touch his own daughter?

The mattress shifted under the weight of another person.

"She's all clean now," Magna said in a neutral tone. "Even fell asleep while I bathed her."

Luck looked to the side. And sure enough, the babe was already sound asleep an swaddled like a newborn should've been. Her little fighter instinct was already tired out. A smile cracked Luck's somber face.

"Wanna hold her?" Magna offered with a grin.

Immediately, Luck's mood dropped. Magna saw that and sighed.

"Well, at least get a good look at her." Magna scooted closer until he and Luck were shoulder-to-shoulder. "She's got your hair." He shifted his arms a bit as he tried to point to her forehead and barely present locks. "The color's there at least. But I really hope it's as fluffy as yours too. She'll be the cutest gal in town and then we can be like 'hey, not flirting with my daughter.'"

"Mhm…"

Magna and Luck sat in silence for a while longer. Their daughter slept peacefully in Magna's arms.

"Luck, you don't gotta worry about hurting her, y'know… You love her too much for that."

At his words, Luck cringed.

"My mom loved me and yet she still…" Luck threw his head back and groaned. "She loved me, I know she did. She had to have loved me!" Luck bit his lip when he noticed how loud he was getting. He held still for a moment, watching if the baby stirred. And when she remained serene, he went on, "But that didn't stop her from hitting me… How do I know I won't end up the same?"

Magna leaned in and bonked his head against Luck's.

"There's a lot of things that'll stop you," Magna muttered. "For one, I'd skin your ass if you tried to hurt our baby. Second, the squad would crucify you. But you'd also kick your own ass if you did." He sat upright and looked Luck in the eye. "Also, look at where you are in life. You've got a stable job and home. You've got a husband and more friends than you can count to watch your back. And you've got the mind to hesitate and consider your actions towards your child. You won't hurt her, I promise."

Luck listened to Magna. How his husky voice was warm with reassurance. He watched Magna's face. How his eyes lit up at the mention of them being married and his lips were smiling with confidence. He let the words sink into him.

And Magna was right.

Luck had everything his mom lacked when she raised him. She loved him but she was so vulnerable and alone. It didn't excuse a thing. But it put into perspective her lashing out at him.

Luck looked at his daughter again. She was so small and helpless. He reached out and touched the edge of her blanket.

"Do you wanna hold her now?" Magna shifted, as if to hand the baby over. And Luck pulled his hand back before his finger could brush his daughter's cheek.

"… Not yet. She looks so comfy in your arms right now. Maybe tomorrow though."

"Heh. Let's hope she doesn't get too comfy with me before then. Or maybe she's already chosen me as her favorite dad!"

"Hah!" Luck bumped Magna with his elbow. "I won't let you win, Magna!"

The men shared a laugh before turning their eyes to their daughter again. The gift that they’d been given.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #luck voltia #magna swing #black clover oc #jesse voltiaswing #next gen ocs #soda's ocs #carissa voltia #this is definitely more a luck piece #but magna is just as important to jesse #but luck has the baggage that can be dealt with #initially just something I threw up in a server #kinda inspired by Lyra teasing the Henry and Alice fic #but now I’m posting

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lyranova · 2 years ago

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A Magna x Luck fic? What if there was this battle and Luck got hurt? What would happen if Magna thought Luck was dead, and then at the end of the battle he finds out Luck is alive.

Hiya Mitsuki 🥰! Sure, I’ll be honest this is my first time writing a Magna x Luck fic so I’m not too sure how well it came out 😅, but I hope you enjoy! This is kind of angsty but fluffy at the end 🥰!

Word Count: 787

Warnings: None

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Magna’s heart stopped in his chest. The Black Bulls were in a battle against some rogue Magic Knights, and it was pretty tough, but they were handling it very well. But Luck went off to do his own thing as he usually did, Magna was worried, but put it aside as Luck always came back safe and sound.

But this was different.

Magna watched as a huge explosion rocked the entire area, and when the fire mage looked the explosion was where Luck had gone. After being knocked off his feet by the explosion, he quickly stood back up and tried to run to where Luck was. But the other Bulls stopped him, instead Asta, Gauche, and Yami all went towards the explosion.

Magna couldn’t hear a thing, but he knew he was shouting for Luck repeatedly, and he was begging his friends to let him go. Let him find his partner, and make sure he was alright, but the Bulls refused.

Instead they told him to focus on the mission, to help them finish off the Rogue Knights. He at first refused, saying he wasn’t going anywhere until he knew Luck was okay, but Vanessa grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. She told him sternly that it was Captain Yami’s orders, and unless he wanted to get in trouble, then he would follow those orders.

Magna sighed, deep down he knew it was very unmanly to go against his Captain. He nodded and reluctantly helped the other Bulls finish the battle, it didn’t take very long, but to Magna, it felt like it took hours upon hours to complete.

Vanessa and Finral then instructed the other Bulls to take the Rogue Knights to the nearest town so they could be transported to the Capital. Meanwhile Magna just stood there and waited for Gauche, Asta, and Captain Yami to return. But Vanessa placed a hand on his shoulder and softly convinced him to go with them to the nearest town so everyone’s, including his, injuries could be treated. She also told him that they would probably meet up with the other three once they found Luck.

Magna nodded, knowing the pink haired mage was right, and reluctantly followed them.

The Bulls stayed in a nearby inn and waited, and waited, and waited. The hours ticked by slowly, everytime the door to the Inn opened the group would look up in excitement, only to be disappointed when it was a stranger, and not a squad member.

Magna sat in the corner quietly, if they hadn’t found Luck by now…didn’t that mean he was dead? The fire mage quickly shook his head, there was no way he would be taken down that easily! But…there was that explosion, and from what Magna had seen it was a terrible one…maybe…there was a possibility that Luck…?

Magna felt tears well up in his eyes, he refused to accept the fact that Luck may be gone. The two had just finally admitted to being in love with one another not that long ago, and started dating shortly after. They’ve just gotten started on living life together!

Suddenly, the door to the inn opened again, and Magna didn’t look up as he assumed it was another stranger. But when he heard excited gasps from the rest of the Bulls he looked up and saw what they were staring at.

It was Luck. He had a few burns, bruises, and cuts, but he was alive! Behind him stood Captain Yami, Asta, and Gauche who had looks of relief on their faces.

Magna stood slowly, as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The rest of the Bulls cheered and hugged Luck excitedly as he stood there, but his eyes never left Magna’s. There was a look of relief and happiness in them.

The purple haired mage walked slowly over to the blonde and hesitantly reached out a hand towards him. Luck smiled brightly before grabbing Magna’s outstretched hand, pulled him towards him, and captured Magna’s lips in a sweet kiss that was full of many emotions.

As Magna pulled away the tears spilled onto his cheeks, he muttered over and over again how afraid he was that Luck had died, and how relieved he was to see him standing there in one piece.

Luck just laughed and held him close, he whispered that he was sorry that he worried Magna so much, and that he would never do it again. The fire mage turned as he felt something hit his shoulder.

Luck was crying, either out of happiness or relief Magna didn’t know, but he held the lightning mage closer and the two just let their emotions wash over them.

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

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floraracoon · 10 months ago

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Magna in the High School AU I’m working on, since he decided to invade my sketchbook.

#black clover #magna swing #fanfic #high school au #sketch

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years ago

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You’re doing the Lord’s work here 👌🏻 Can we get some filthy NSFW headcanons for Magna Swing and Luck Voltia?

You sure can. 🤤 I hope you like them.

NSFW Below 👇

Magna Swing

Magna is one that likes to dominate. His personality is going to make him want nothing more than to be the one in control. It’s completely against him to want someone to control him. He wants to pin you to the wall or pin you down to the bed and give you all that he’s got. He wants to be absolutely ruthless with you as he thrusts in and out of you. He loves every little move you make as he watches your figure squirming under him, barely able to contain yourself.

Magna loves when you bite your lip. Just that small little movement makes him want to sink his own teeth into it. That little thing is going to make him want to take you wherever you stand and ravish you. He finds the sight intoxicating and he’ll never be able to get enough of it.

Magna loves doggy style. As much as he likes to watch you squirming underneath him he loves to watch as his cock slides in and out of your core. He loves the sight of you falling apart and barely able to hold yourself up. If you collapse on the bed in front of him then he knows that he’s doing something right and will pick you up and do it over and over again.

Foreplay is very important to Magna. He loves to use his tongue on you and he’s very good at it. He’s perfected his craft and loves nothing more than to taste your juices as you let yourself go on his tongue. He wants your hand in his hair tugging at it as you ride his face.

Magna is going to be one that LOVES to try and get some along time on every mission that Yami will send you on. Whether it’s behind a tree away from the other people or you guys find an inn to indulge in a night of love making before continuing the mission.

If there’s one thing that Magna Swing likes it’s hearing you during sex. He wants to hear every little sound you make. He’ll be constantly telling you that he wants to hear you more. The louder you are for him the better, and the louder you are the rougher he’s going to be.

Magna’s favorite part of your body is your breasts. He loves to watch them, play with them, and grope them. They’re his favorite pillow and he’s going to make sure that he uses them for that any chance that he gets.

Luck Voltia

Luck is a dominant as well. He loves to be the one in control, but he won’t object if you want to dominate once in a while. He’s happy to let you take the reigns every now and again. But he’ll probably want to turn it into a competition if that’s the case. He’ll want to see who can make the other cum that fastest. He’s competitive after all.

Playing with Luck’s hair is going to drive him crazy. He’s going to love the feeling of your hands running through his hair. It’s intimate and he loves any intimacy that he can get. If you play with his hair expect him to jump on you and pepper you with kisses after, but then it’ll always turn into more.

Luck loves missionary. He loves the closeness of it and he loves that he can see everything you do and hear everything the best in that position. But if you’re taking control he wants to be sitting on the side of the bed with you bouncing on his lap. Skin to skin contact, as close as can be, is the way to go with him. He’s going to hold you as close to him as he can while he showers you with compliments and kisses.

Luck is going to love foreplay as well. His favorite thing is going to be when you’re between his legs. He loves the look of you on your knees and he wants nothing more than to watch as your head bobs up and down on his cock. But he’s always happy to eat you out after. He’s not the best at it, but he’s slowly learning over time.

Luck isn’t going to want to do anything in public, but he’s never objecting to the two of you finding an inn while you’re out on a mission. He wants to be at his best when he’s on a mission and he’s going to be at his best if he get his stress out as he pounds into you.

Luck loves the sound of your voice as he makes love to you, but he doesn’t want you to be particularly loud. He wants to be able to hear you by keeping his ear by your mouth as long as he can. The sound of your small voice as he slowly pleasures you is going to be like music to his ears.

Luck loves your eyes. He loves the way that you light up when he talks to you. He loves the way that they shimmer as he asks you if you want to spar with him. He loves the way that he feels like he could drown in them when you get into the sunlight. He’ll always compliment them and always be looking into them deeply.

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acacia-may · 2 years ago

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It’s A Future Problem

Black Bulls Family Fluff Fic

In trying to decide which of my stories to put up on my Tumblr blog first, this is the one that came to mind. It’s an older one, but it’s one of my favourite things I’ve ever written. I just love Black Bulls family fluff & shenanigans! Thank you for reading!!

Description: Random items are appearing and disappearing through spatial portals throughout the Black Bulls' hideout causing more chaos among the squad than usual. Finral swears his innocence despite an overwhelming amount of evidence to the contrary and is bewildered by his own collection of treasures that keep inexplicably turning up on his desk. However, when the squad teams up to set a trap to catch the mysterious mischief-maker, they get much more than they bargained for. Perhaps there are some mysteries that are better left unsolved...

Rating: T (for some language but mostly just fluffy & fun)

Fandom: Black Clover [**This story takes place early in the series before the arc in the Sea/Underwater Temple but includes some jokes that are dependent on knowledge of things that happen later in the series (so vague(?) spoilers through Ch. 124/Ep. 120/mid-season 3)**]

Genre: Black Bulls Family Fluff & Shenanigans

Characters: Finral Roulacase, Noelle Silva, Vanessa Enoteca, Yami Sukehiro, Asta, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Charmy Pappitson, & OC [Kalon].

Word Count: 4,229

No clear/explicitly stated pairings. (Please do with this information what you will)

Link to original post on AO3.

Story #1 in the “Future Problems” Series

Link to “A Mixer Mix-Up” Story #2

Link to “Little Wonders” Story #3 (Stand-Alone Side Story which does not need to be read in order)

Story Under the Cut:

It started with a rock—a mishappen but particularly shiny stone that appeared almost randomly on the desk where Finral wrote his mission reports. He hadn’t thought much about it at the time assuming one of his squad mates had put it there, either randomly or for some reason he didn’t understand. But then there was the feather, several acorns, a thimble, some leaves, a handful of buttons, and a few pieces of candy—all of which inexplicably appeared on the same corner of the desk over the course of a week. Finral began to suspect that these random items were being left there intentionally, but he wasn’t entirely sure by whom until a small bouquet of flowers appeared one afternoon and he decided to take a wild guess.

“Um…Vanessa?” Finral asked as he walked up to her with the lilacs that had been waiting for him on the desk.

Vanessa tilted her head at the purple blossoms. “It’s been awhile since you’ve given me flowers,” she laughed. “I don’t even recognize these ones.”

“I wasn’t…” Finral stumbled in confusion. “Didn’t you leave these for me?”

Vanessa shook her head. “No.”

“On the desk upstairs—like you left the rock and the feather and buttons and candy…” his voice trailed as he tried to remember all the random items that had been appearing recently. Vanessa’s brow furrowed.

“I didn’t leave anything for you, but I was thinking about it ever since you gave me those limes.” Her face brightened. “They’re so fresh. They’ll be great for cocktails later!”

“Limes?” interrupted Finral—his brow furrowing. “I didn’t give you any limes.”

Vanessa chuckled. “If you want your presents to be anonymous you probably shouldn’t portal them into my room while I’m sitting right there.” She frowned. “Speaking of, how did you even get past my traps to get in, in the first place?”

“Wha…what?” Finral choked, his cheeks growing warm. If he was being perfectly honest, he had considered and theorized about how someone could or would get past those traps—his face flushed at the thought—but he had never actually tried it and was fairly certain he would fail if he did.

“Come on, Finral,” said Vanessa tilting her head. “I know you can’t make portals to places you haven’t been before.”

“But I…I haven’t…I didn’t...I’ve never even been to the girls’ side of the hideout,” he stammered. “There’s no way I could’ve made a portal into your room.”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed as they met his. He swallowed hard. “I saw it,” she said. “You can’t lie to me.”

“Vanessa, I swear…I didn’t…” he choked. “Are you sure you saw…?”

“Yes,” she cut him off with a huff. “There was this small, shiny spatial portal, two limes fell through it, and then it disappeared.”

“You gave Vanessa limes?” huffed Noelle, stomping into the hideout’s common room. Finral tilted his head. She was far more upset about this than he would have expected but maybe it was more at the implication that he could somehow make portals into the girls’ side of the hideout.

He held up both of his hands. “I didn’t…” he began to protest, but Noelle cut him off irritably.

“You give Vanessa limes, but you gave me a disgusting piece of candy that got stuck in my hair.” Noelle seethed and motioned to the brightly colored taffy that was currently stuck in one of her pigtails. Finral’s mouth flew open in shock and confusion. Noelle scrunched up her face furiously. “It won’t come out. Everything I’ve tried has just made it worse.”

“Finral!” Vanessa scolded, and she walked over to inspect the sticky substance in Noelle’s hair as Finral began to ramble.

“I don’t…I don’t even have any taffy, and even if I did I wouldn’t just…” he stopped abruptly. “Why do you think I’m responsible for…?”

“Because I saw your portal!” Noelle insisted irritably. “This gross, sticky gunk just flew out of it right into my hair.”

“What?” Finral shook his head. “But that doesn’t make any…”

“That’s nothing—you should see what he did to Magna!” interjected Luck. Laughing, he bounded through the doorway followed by a drenched and irate flame mage.

“What the heck, man?” Magna snapped as he pushed his sopping, deflated hair out of his face.

Luck clearly found this hilarious as he erupted into laughter. “He’s soaking wet!”

“It’s not funny.” Magna glared at him, then at Finral. “What is wrong with you? Asta, Luck, and I were just out training when suddenly you decide to open a portal and pour milk all over me.”

“It was great! Do it again!” Luck beamed at Finral with a giant grin, but the rest of their companions were clearly incensed with him. Finral rubbed his hand across his forehead. He was so confused—his head was starting to spin.

“But I didn’t…I don’t understand…I’m sorry that all this happened, but I…” He stopped as he was interrupted by Gordon shoving two hands full of buttons into his face and mumbling something Finral couldn’t understand. “I don’t…”

“Hey Finral,” exclaimed Asta with a wave and smile. Finral sighed in relief, at least there was one person who wasn’t mad at him. “Thanks for the cool rock!” he added excited, holding up a jagged grey stone. What?

“Yeah and you hit Asta on the head with that rock!” added the already irritated Magna.

“Why didn’t you throw anything at me?” pouted Luck.

Before Finral could even begin to formulate a response, Charmy rushed in pointing an accusatory finger at him as fury seemingly billowed off of her tiny body in waves.

“There you are, cupcake stealer!”

Finral held up his hands. “Charmy, I promise I didn’t…” he tried to explain helplessly, but Charmy scowled.

“I was making those cupcakes for dessert after dinner, and I sat them down on the counter for just a second before they disappeared through a spatial portal and these were left in their place.” She forcefully shoved a handful of acorns at him. “You think acorns make up for running off with those yummy, delicious treats—? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Finral opened his mouth but could barely choke out any sounds let alone any words. Had he hit his head earlier? Were they all playing some kind of joke on him? None of this made any sense at all—he felt like he was in some sort of alternate reality.

“And even worse you knocked over my sculpture of Marie,” interjected Gauche. Finral didn’t even know when he had gotten there.

“Listen, everybody, I don’t know what’s going on, but I promise I haven’t been sending any of this…”—he waved his hands around, trying to think of the proper word—“stuff through any portals.”

“Finral!” bellowed the loud, booming voice of an irate Captain Yami. It reverberated through the room from wherever he was in the hideout—probably the bathroom, Finral guessed. “You better bring that last roll of toilet paper back in here right now or I swear…”

Finral threw up his hands. “I didn’t take it! I’ve been right here the whole time!” he cried—desperately defending his innocence. “All of this stuff—I didn’t do it. You guys have to believe me!”

“If you didn’t do it, who did? It’s not like there are any other spatial mages who can open portals in our hideout,” argued Noelle.

“I don’t know, but there has to be some other explanation. I’ve been finding weird things recently, too.” He hadn’t actually seen any portals, but he felt he didn’t need to add that part.

“Yeah, we can’t just accuse Finral without any proof like this,” interjected Asta, and Finral’s eyes grew a bit misty as he smiled gratefully at him. What a kind boy—he was so glad Captain Yami had brought him onto their squad as their new rookie.

“We should set a trap!” suggested Luck.

Charmy grinned in agreement. “Yes, let’s catch that nom napper in the act!”

“I’ll go get some wine for the stakeout,” Vanessa chuckled as she headed out of the hideout to visit the market followed by Gordon who was generally responsible for the squad’s money.

“Someone had better bring that toilet paper, damn it!” boomed Captain Yami’s voice over the excited planning and chattering of the squad. Finral sighed and portal-ed away quickly to attend to the Captain’s “emergency” leaving his squad behind to plan their trap for that mysterious spatial magic mischief-maker.

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When Finral returned to the hideout’s common room with Captain Yami, he found his squad mates—besides Vanessa and Gordon who were still at the market buying wine and Gauche who had probably lost interest since this plan had nothing to do with Marie—hiding rather obviously behind furniture, watching a conspicuous plate of cupcakes on the table. Finral rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but whoever was causing all this trouble would have to be completely stupid to fall for such a basic, obvious…

Suddenly, a small portal appeared in front of the table, and a hand reached out to take one of the cupcakes. Finral rolled his eyes again. He supposed he had spoken—or rather thought—too soon.

Luck bolted out from behind the couch and grabbed the hand by the wrist. “Gotcha!” he cried triumphantly as the rest of squad jumped up from their hiding places.

“I told you guys it wasn’t me,” huffed Finral, making sure they all saw that as he was clearly standing in the room with them, there was no way he was on the other side of that portal.

Captain Yami walked over to Luck and helped him pull the hand—and the perpetrator—through the portal. “Alright, ya little hooligan, how the hell did you—?” He stopped, and Noelle and Charmy gasped almost in unison as they all gazed upon the face of the troublemaker. He couldn’t have been older than seven or eight and stared back at them with wide, confused eyes. With a full head of messy, thick hair that clearly wouldn’t lay flat and a familiar bright smile that spread across his small, rosy cheeks—Finral nearly choked—the kid looked just like…

“Why is Finral so tiny?” asked Asta tilting his head in confusion.

“That’s not, Finral, knucklehead,” Captain Yami grunted.

“How do you know?” questioned Magna, and the Captain huffed narrowing his eyes at him.

“Look at him—he’s a pipsqueak, and his eyes are a different color, dum…”—the Captain paused, meeting the eyes of the kid in question and seemingly censoring himself—“moron.”

The kid’s smile brightened. “Oh hi, Uncle Yami!” he said as he stared up at the Captain in enthusiastic recognition.

The Captain raised an eyebrow at him. “And who exactly are you, kid?”

The boy giggled with a somewhat unnervingly familiar laugh, “You know who I am, silly?”

The Captain’s eyes narrowed, but the boy seemed either not to notice or not to care. “What’s your name?”

“Kalon,” he replied with a smile, but his eyes widened as he looked around the room. “Oh wow! Uncle Luck and Uncle Magna are here, too. And Uncle Asta and Aunt Noelle” —his face lit up—“Aunt Noelle you look different but really pretty!”

“Ah…ah…uh…” Noelle sputtered as she looked from Kalon to Finral who was stunned speechless. Finral could only blink at her. He felt like he had been hit on the back of the head and could scarcely put a coherent thought together.

“Hey Kalon, how’s it goin’?” asked Asta with a smile. The rest of squad gaped at him.

“You know this kid?” questioned the Captain, but Asta shrugged.

“No, but he said I was his uncle…”

“Wait, are we really his uncles?” asked Luck. “If I’m his uncle, that means we can fight, right?”

“I’m not allowed to fight you until I get my grimoire, Uncle Luck,” Kalon replied with a chuckle. “Dad said.”

“Who exactly is your dad, kid?” asked Captain Yami.

Charmy took a deep breath and began, “You don’t actually think—”

“Aunt Charmy!” Kalon exclaimed with wide, excited eyes. “Thanks for the cupcakes!”

Charmy’s mouth twitched just barely in the corners, but she frowned. “You stole those. They were for dinner.”

“And you poured milk on me,” Magna huffed as he began to count on his fingers—“stole toilet paper, hit Asta with a rock, and stuck candy in Noelle’s hair”

Kalon’s face fell. “I’m sorry. I’m still learning how to work my magic. I didn’t know where the portals were going.”

“So you just sent random things through to who knows where?” questioned Noelle with a pointed glare.

Kalon shrugged. “I sent other things too—good things, like my favorite rock, a cool feather I found, some limes…Ooh! And some pretty flowers too. I could sense my dad’s mana so I thought it was okay…”

Yami narrowed his eyes at the kid. “Your dad…is that Finral?”

Finral nearly choked as Yami motioned to him, and Noelle groaned in disgust.

“You…you can’t just…ask…” Finral stammered. He was dreaming right? This was a dream—it had to be.

Kalon tilted his head and glanced over at Finral in confusion. “Dad? Is that you…?” His little brow furrowed like he was thinking, another look that was all too familiar. This was starting to get very—Finral wasn’t sure there was a word for it so he decided on—weird.

“Oh my…” Noelle exclaimed seemingly too horrified to even finish her thought. She shook her head muttering, “Gross…”

“I think it’s great!” exclaimed Asta. “I love kids! Congratulations, Finral.”

“But…but uh…um…” he choked—his mouth growing suddenly dry and the words getting caught in the back of his throat. The whole room felt like it was spinning, and his head was throbbing.

“I don’t want to live in a world where Finral has…”—Noelle’s face contorted into a grimace, and she wrinkled her nose in appalled disgust—“reproduced…”

Finral was so shocked by the whole situation that he couldn’t find the words to protest—he couldn’t even find it in him to glare at Noelle. All he could do was blink at her dumbstruck until the Captain glowered at him, gritting his teeth.

“Finral, what’s the one rule we have on this squad?”

“The…the ‘one rule’…?” he stammered in reply but stopped abruptly at Yami’s icy, admonishing glare. He swallowed hard and answered quietly, “‘No babies on the squad,’ Sir.”

Finral fidgeted uncomfortably as Yami glanced at Kalon and narrowed his eyes. “And what am I looking at right now?”

“I…I...I have no idea…” Finral spluttered. “But there’s no way… I mean just do the math, Sir…there’s no way I could have a kid this old…”

“Hey kid, is Finral here your dad?” asked Yami bluntly as Finral let out an almost horrified choke.

Kalon frowned. “Those jokes are mean. Mom says…”

“Mom?” gasped several horrified voices—Finral’s not being one of them as his face was blushing beet red at the idea and he struggled to find his words.

“What kind of woman…?” began Noelle before she grimaced and shut her mouth as Kalon’s entire face seemed to light up.

“Mom is the best! She’s my favorite person besides Dad,” he paused glancing at Finral inquisitively. “What are you doing here, Dad? How can you be in two places at once?”

“Two…places at…once?” choked Finral—his brow furrowing. Kalon’s brow furrowed in much the same way before he partially ducked his head through his portal.

“Dad, how can you be in two places at once?” he called to the other side. After a pause he said, “No really, you’re on the other side of this portal too.” Pause. “It’s to Uncle Henry’s house.”

“Who is Henry?” questioned Magna as a strange look passed over Captain Yami’s face.

“Does he want to steal our hideout? I’ll fight him for it!” exclaimed Luck puffing out his chest a little.

“Shut up, knuckleheads,” grunted the Captain rolling his eyes.

Finral shook his head and tried to focus the best he could on the one-sided conversation Kalon seemed to be having—though he couldn’t seem to focus on much of anything. His brain was fried—his head was completely empty.

Kalon smiled brightly at him before he said to the other side of the portal, “It’s different—kinda floofy and it sticks up on the sides but not as much. It’s all in your face too...” He paused and tilted his head at Finral before he turned to the other side of the portal. “No, there isn’t any green in it.”

Finral’s eyes narrowed, and he just barely shook his head in confusion. What in the world was this kid talking about?

Kalon looked around the room before he said, “Uncle Yami, Uncle Magna, Uncle Luck, Aunt Charmy, Aunt Noelle, Uncle Asta, and…” He paused and smiled. “Oh hi, Aunt Secre! I didn’t see you before.” The Black Bulls looked around at each other in bewilderment.

“Who is that?” questioned Noelle.

Yami shrugged. “Even I don’t know that one.”

“Well maybe she’s around here somewhere,” said Asta, and he began looking almost frantically for this mysterious person while Nero flew off of his head and settled in on a windowsill instead, probably preferring a perch that wasn’t moving around so much.

“Do you want to play hide and seek?” asked Kalon to seemingly no one—or perhaps this mysterious ‘Aunt Secre’ whoever that was—before he turned his attention back to the other side of his portal. “Oh…” he looked around. “No, she isn’t. Uncle Gordon isn’t either and neither is Uncle Gauche. And…” Kalon frowned. “Aw man…Uncle Zora isn’t here either.”

“Now, he’s just making people up,” interrupted Magna with a shake of his head.

“Aunt Grey is missing too, but there’s somebody…I don’t know who they are…” Kalon’s eyes narrowed at Grey who he had just said was missing. Finral blinked rapidly. He couldn’t even begin to wonder what was going on.

“Oh yeah, he has both arms and they look okay to me!” Kalon said seemingly at random.

“Whose arms? Who is he talking about?” asked Charmy who was practically bouncing up and down in energetic confusion.

“You got a lotta explaining to do, kid,” Captain Yami interrupted him, giving his arm a gentle tug.

Kalon looked up into his face and smiled. “Have you been to the beach recently?”

Captain Yami blinked. He clearly had no idea how to respond to that.

“Clearly this kid inherited Finral’s scatterbrain,” huffed Noelle with a sigh.

“We went to the beach once. It was really fun. We got to build a sand castle and…” Kalon was jerked backwards as if whoever was on the other side of this portal was pulling his other arm.

“That sounds awesome,” interjected Asta enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted to go to the beach.”

“They haven’t been yet…” said Kalon turning his head. There was a long pause, and Kalon nodded solemnly. “Oh…okay…” He turned back to the bewildered Black Bulls. “My dad says I’m not allowed to talk to you anymore because I'm a time traveler and it might change the future,” he said with a cheerful nonchalance that did not fit at all with what he had said.

“What the hell?” exclaimed Captain Yami seemingly too shocked to remember to censor himself in front of the kid.

Kalon shrugged. “Dad said he thought this might happen, but he wasn’t sure. He says my portals can travel back in time instead of just to other places…” He paused and smiled at Finral who could only gape at him. His ‘supposedly’ future son could ‘supposedly’ time travel now? Could today get any crazier?

“I guess that means you’re my young dad then!” added Kalon with a smile that faded a little when he added, “Dad says I can’t play with you anymore because it might change things…but someday when I can use my magic better, I’m going to come back so we can all play together!” His face brightened. “You all seem like lots of fun when you’re young!”

“Are we not fun when we’re older?” gasped Luck in horror. “Did we all get…”—his volume dropped as if he didn’t want to say it aloud—“boring?”

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” said Kalon with a sympathetic smile. “I have to go now. Sorry for causing all that trouble…I’ll try to be more careful.” He looked down at the cupcake in his hand.

“Can I take this with me, Aunt Charmy?”

“Sure,” she shrugged a bit unsurely, but she smiled.

Kalon nodded and waved goodbye saying, “See you later! Have fun at the beach—especially you, Young Dad!”

“Wait!” exclaimed Finral—his body somehow moving on its own and gently grabbing onto Kalon’s arm before he disappeared through the portal. “Who is your mother?” he choked out almost desperately. Finral almost sighed with relief knowing he could’ve never forgiven himself if he had let his ‘supposedly’ future son disappear without asking. He shook his head at the thought. Honestly, this day…

Kalon laughed. “Dad said you would ask that, Young Dad.” He sighed. “But he says if I tell you, it might change the future and that would be bad because we’re all really happy.” His smile brightened, and Finral’s face softened, his mouth just barely twitching into a slight smile.

“I’m happy…?” he asked, almost in a whisper. “In the future…?”

“Very happy,” said Kalon with an affectionate smile and wide, loving eyes that overwhelmed Finral with a wave of emotion he couldn’t decipher or understand. He wiped his eyes as he sniffled, and Kalon sat down his cupcake on the table and patted Finral’s head gently with his hand. “You’re the best! That’s why I left you all those presents.”

Finral gasped, blinking his misty eyes. So all of those random little things…they were presents for him after all. He sniffled again but cleared his throat.

“Thank you for the gifts,” he managed with a slight smile. “Especially the flowers.” He held up the bouquet he had been gripping in his sweaty fist, and Kalon smiled brightly.

“I’m glad you liked them, and I’m glad I got to meet you when you were young!” he replied with cheery laugh. “And all of you too!” he added to the room at large. “Though I still don’t know who that is…” His brow furrowed towards Grey who exhaled.

“That’s Grey,” said Asta.

“Really? Wow! You look way different in the future,” laughed Kalon as he turned to disappear through the portal. “I hope I didn’t mess it up…” he added with a strikingly familiar, breathy laugh as he rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. Captain Yami shook his head in disbelief, but Finral could only gape at him as he turned around one last time and said with a wink, “Dad says to hang in there, Young Dad!”

Finral smiled—he supposed—at his future, which wasn’t looking all that bad, after all, and he even managed to wave goodbye as Kalon disappeared through the portal. The Black Bulls watched the portal flicker and vanish with their jaws open in dumbfounded shock and confusion—their common room had never been so quiet with so many of them in there before.

As soon as all traces of Kalon’s portal had completely evaporated, Finral let out the breath he had been holding and finally choked out the words he had so desperately been wanting to say, “What the actual hell?”

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Epilogue:

When Vanessa and Gordon returned from the market, they found their entire squad essentially stunned speechless.

“What happened?” asked Vanessa in confusion.

“Don’t wanna talk about it…” Magna mumbled, shaking his head before stalking off.

“Okay…?” Vanessa tilted her head. “Did you figure out who was causing all that trouble with those portals?”

“Yeah,” answered Luck scrunching up his face. “He says I’m going to be boring! I’m not going to be boring! Magna fight me so I can prove I’m not boring!” he added running off after Magna.

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “Who says? Luck? Wait! Who was it?”

“You know,” said Charmy shoving a whole cupcake in her mouth. “There are some things that you’re better off not knowing.”

“I wish I didn’t know…” Noelle huffed with an almost disgusted scowl.

“But then we would have never learned about time travel magic, and it’s so cool. It’s like the wizard king’s magic!” exclaimed Asta, and Finral who had been deep in thought in the corner practically jumped up.

“That’s it! I marry the Wizard King’s sister in the future!” he gasped excitedly. “Yeah, his super kind, super beautiful, and super amazing sister—that makes sense!”

“He doesn’t have a sister, dumbass,” Captain Yami huffed before he turned to Vanessa. “Oh, thank goodness. Please tell me you brought wine…”

“Yeah…I did…” her voice trailed as she held out the box of wine bottles to Captain Yami. He took one and picked up one of the corkscrews they had lying around. Once he had opened it, he drank straight from the bottle. Vanessa blinked at him—her jaw falling slightly slack. “Can someone tell me what’s going on?”

“I can,” grunted the Captain. “But you’re probably going to want to open another bottle of wine first…”

The End

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