#nacht faust fic

[mishy-mashy]

Lucky timing for me that I get back into Black Clover (specifically over Nacht, Morgen, and the Grey Deer), right before the manga updated with 3 chapters around Nacht, Morgen, and Yami

Was working on an old fic to do with the Grey Deer, but anyway, things to note that are canon:

Nacht seems to suck at magic sensing

He's got a record of not sensing something or someone is there unless it's right in his face and he can see it himself.

When we first see him in the manga, investigating in Dante's room, Nacht didn't notice the Dark Disciple behind him until they said something.

(Ch. 246)

He wouldn't just let someone see him and think 'Oh, nothing will happen here' as he senses them. Nacht couldn't let anyone see him do this. He actually mentions he acted "audaciously" here, but I don't think being caught was ever on purpose.

This was someone directly behind him. Nacht is supposed to be undercover and on high-alert for himself, but couldn't recognize a guy was behind him until they spoke up. This guy wasn't trying to sneak up on Nacht, either; they noticed him, asked what he was doing, and immediately picked a fight

Maybe Nacht was just focusing on reading the papers before dealing with that guy? But he didn't react until the guy spoke up. He could've just dealt with the guy and continued reading his papers. No one noticed the blatant scream either.

(Ch. 246)

Look at that. "Husssh". It was immediate silence right after Nacht dragged him.

And it's not like his reaction was only after the verbal threat. The Disciple already had his grimoire out. And grimoires are an important magic item that boosts magic capability and such, so it's not like the grimoire has no presence.

(Also the Spade warriors are quick to fight and all, but eh)

It's not just the instance with the Dark Disciple, either. Nacht couldn't sense powerful demons just a few paces away from him (Lucifero and Adramelech).

(Ch. 317)

Did everyone just have a slip in mana sensing? Did they not notice the whirling storm right above them?

Nacht was with the Black Bulls, turned his head away, and happened to see Adramelech (the devil sitting on a rock). That's when he noticed the guy; the others had Adramelech speak up before they noticed, at which point Lucifero showed up and flattened them.

Nacht just saw them. He didn't sense them. He just happened to turn and walk that way, probably intending to have gone to Yuno to bring him to Loyce for a reunion.

And when Dante was still kicking and using his Body Magic to regenerate himself, Nacht watched the guy go down and went, 'Alright, he's done now'.

(Ch. 294)

Nacht didn't sense the fact his mana was working to regenerate himself? (Luck didn't either, but it's Nacht I'm focusing on here)

Nacht has a history of being bad with sensing magic. There are instances it could've blown his cover or cost his life, but he was lucky each time

Being a sensor for magic is uncommon, but Nacht missed a soldier right behind him. Said soldier belongs to a Kingdom that believes in absolute strength.

(On the point that the others didn't sense the devils or Dante either—I'm going to consider it being for the sake of the Plot™. But I still think Nacht is bad at magic sensing, even if it can only exist as an HC later on)

Morgen and Nacht are twins, with different birthdays

Nacht is older, born during the nighttime of April 30th.

Morgen is younger, born during the morning of May 1st.

Morgen and Nacht look like their mother

(Ch. 286)

That smile they both have? Genetic.

It's hard to see because her eyes are shaded, but it's the same closed-eye curve smile. Their dad's eyes are a bit droopy / flat, but Nacht and Morgen both have narrow, slanted eyes.

They got their mother's facial features, smile, and probably hair too, since their hair is silky and long. Look at their long hair, and how their mother puts it in a bun; the twins' hair grows fast, and has always been longer than others'.

(Ch. 286)

Not as cohesive of a panel, but look at them.

The twins got their mother's smile, her eyes and long lashes. Even the nose and chin, and her face shape and jawline.

Nacht and Morgen are girly in appearance, and they look just like their mother.

(Volume extra)

Nacht is a damn troll.

I know we get a few examples of this already. He might look like Morgen and try being a good guy, but this is still someone who got on like a room on fire with Yami, and still does at 29 years old.

His shared spell with Yami is called Children's Playground.

When he brought Asta to fight and subdue Liebe, he waited until Asta stepped onto the summoning circle and just sprung it on him, knowing all he had to do was say "Summon".

(Ch. 266)

When he came back from near-death, the first thing he did was trade remarks with Yami like children, going "No u" "No, YOU".

When Asta commented on Nacht's similarities to Yami (something that Nacht KNOWS and acknowledges himself when Yami saves him), Nacht gets a shaded smile and strings up Asta with his magic

When facing off against a devil with Yami, there's a parallel shown of them when they were kids, cutting to near-30-year old adults. And they just say, "Shall we play with him?!"

Y'know, one of many examples of Nacht actually just being a big kid that still likes causing trouble.

(Kind of?) Black Bull robes seem to have changed after Nacht became frequent in the squad

I could be wrong since I haven't looked at their robes in a while, and don't want to go back and forth to check at this point (tacking this point on after it's already queued), but weren't the robes shorter before?

After Nacht becomes a common part of the Black Bulls as their vice-captain, the squad robes got longer, right? Nacht made his own Black Bulls robe a lot like the one he wore at his debut, but it's darker, covers the body more, and has the logo blatantly on it.

I'm at the image limit, but when Nacht agrees with the Black Bulls that they're going to look for Asta, some of their robes look upgraded to the longer cape look? I could be remembering wrong, but if the robes are different, I'm betting Nacht had a say in it. The new robe is literally a version of what he wears everyday

[loosesodamarble]

GUESS WHO HAS NO POOKIE FOR VALENTINES DAY!!!

💕This anon💕

To make me feel better can I plz request for some Valentines hc for Nacht

Thx💗

What a coincidence, I don't have a Valentine's either, Anon!

Ah yes, some good Nacht headcanons will surely soothe the lonely heart! Let's think about Nacht being loving and sweet on this day together!

The start of the headcanons isn't all soft and fluffy but hopefully the turn around and ending make up for it. Please enjoy, Anon! And happy Valentine's Day!

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Nacht on Valentine's Day

Nacht doesn't think much of Valentine's Day when you two enter your relationship.

He really didn’t have a sense for romance in his youth and well into adulthood (for good reason let’s be real).

So when you and Nacht have your first Valentine’s Day, he initially brushes it off as any other day.

“We can show our love for each other any day of the year,” Nacht says nonchalantly. “Why do we have to make a big show of it today?”

A sour look crosses your face and Nacht bites his tongue, realizing he shouldn’t have said what he did.

You would let out an annoyed sigh and leave because continuing the conversation while soured would make things uglier than you want them to be on what’s supposed to be a happy, loving day.

Nacht would take the time to knock himself on the head and regret his actions. Can’t do it for too long because he needs to consider why you were upset.

Him denying shows of love isn’t anything new. Nacht is reserved with affection but you normally laugh it off and say you look forward to when he’s feeling up to it.

Nacht would go out for a walk and get a look at how others were spending Valentine’s Day. Left and right, he sees couples feeling love in the air. Kissing in public. Squeals of delight at bouquets and boxes of chocolate. Cheers and hollers as people congratulate complete strangers on successful proposals.

It’s obnoxious to Nacht and all too shameless of the people.

And then it clicks. Nearly everyone is unabashedly affectionate on Valentine’s Day. Normally, such extravagant shows of love in public would feel out of place. But on this holiday, no one was judging anyone else because they were all partaking in the joy of being with their partner.

Nacht feels even dumber now. You were upset not just because he pushed you away but because he did it on a day when he really shouldn’t have felt shy about being affectionate.

Nacht had a new resolve in mind. He would make it up to you and give you the Valentine’s Day you deserved.

You hear a knock at your door, well more like ongoing and very aggressive knocking. You scramble to the door and open it to find Nacht standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

It’s a rather elaborate bouquet with the most vibrant flowers you’d ever laid on. Red, pink, white petals and the faint green of stems fills your vision. In the back of your mind, you know that it cost Nacht a pretty yul to buy it.

“For you…” he mutters a bit awkwardly. “Look, about what I said earlier, I—” He shakes his head before leaning in, unintentionally pressing the bouquet between your bodies, and kissing you on the lips.

It’s soft and sweet yet there’s a sense of desperation to Nacht’s kiss. It takes your breath away, the way Nacht’s lips practically meld with yours. A moment that felt close to perfection.

When Nacht pulls away, he holds the back of your head and looks you in the eyes. Those ice blue eyes of his have you hypnotized.

“I know I ruined the day earlier and there’s not much of Valentine’s Day left but… would you consider accompanying me on a date? I bet we can still get a seat at a nice cafe and enjoy a special menu item for the occasion.”

“Y-yeah…” you whisper back. “R-right after I put these flowers in water, of course!”

Nacht doesn’t let go of your hand the whole time you two make your way to a cafe. At random times, Nacht even pulls you in for more kisses, though only ones on the cheek.

You can literally hear other people on the streets sigh and coo over you two at times.

By the time you two find a place with an open table and get yourselves seated, you’ve fully processed what’s going on and you’re smiling uncontrollably. To be able to act all lovey-dovey with Nacht, in public no less, was a dream come true.

A little extra bonus was seeing Nacht flush the cutest shade of pink and grin back at you despite his shyness.

“Thank you, Nacht, for going along with this,” you told him while you two waited for your order. “I get to show you off as my partner now. And it feels good.”

Nacht’s blush grows deeper.

He turns completely red in the face when you reach across the table and kiss him on the lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” Nacht tells you. “I hope we can do this next year.”

“And every year after,” you add.

[lyranova]

Hey it's clover anon. I loved the summary and it inspired me to write this one shot :

Bittersweet

Y/n loved Nacht, ever since they were 6, she loved him when they made a pinky promise to get married when they grow up, She loved him when he used to pull harmless pranks on her but when she saw him crying alone under the tree where he saved her from bullies and she hugged him to calm him, she felt something different because she realized she loved him romantically so she kept loving him even when he dyed his hair blond and became a delinquent. When other girls used to swoon over his bad boy attitude she felt jealous because she loved him and also felt he never saw her as anything more than a friend but that feeling changed when Morgen died because they only got stronger.

When Morgen died Nacht felt so guilty he felt that he was the one to be blamed. When Yami told him to join the magic knights he was just confused "Do I deserve it?" was all that he thought lying on his bed everyday feelin numb till one day when his childhood friend visited him.

"Nacht, I'm coming it." She said before opening the door she was nervous because she didn't see him since his family's funeral. When she saw Nacht alone feeling so depressed it broke her heart. He was lying on his bed and his room was in a mess, there were so many broken things and no one where there to clean it up because all the servants had quit working in the manor. He was just lying on the bed tears rolling down his eyes barely noticing her. "Nacht" she ran towards him tears filled in her eyes. "Y/n" he replied as he sat on his bed "Why are you here?".

"I missed you. When you ignored me at your family funeral I thought you needed space but I didn't hear from you later, I didn't see you anywhere and then I heard that all the servants had quit so I came to see you" she replied

"I see" he said.

She sat next to him holding his hands and intertwining their fingers. "Nacht do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, y/n my family had a secret. We used to study devils and bind them with objects to making them obey us" He pulled out a necklace to show her she squeezed his hand and nodded. "I managed to bind 4 middle level devils in a short time so father gave me a relic connected to a highest devil." Y/n squeezed his hand tighter having an idea where this was going to end. " I was overconfident and reckless and I paid the price. The devil when out of control and killed everyone, father, mother their followers and would have even taken control of my body but Morgen came before that could happen and destroyed the relic saving my worthless life while sacrificing his." Tears began to roll down his face.

Y/n wiped his tears "Nacht don't say that, your life is not worthless if Morgen saw you in this condition he would be heartbroken. Nacht, know that Morgen loved you, know that I love you."

"Y/n don't say that, you deserve better than a delinquent like me. Someone evil like me. You deserve someone better, someone nice, sweet and good like Morgen."

"Nacht you idiot. I knew Morgen, he was my close friend but I loved you and only you. I don't care if you were a delinquent, I don't care if you were reckless, I love you, I always did and I always will. If you feel so bad then use this life that Morgen saved to help people, I know you can do it because if you were evil you wouldn't have saved me from those bullies." She took his hand and kept it close to her heart. "If you were evil then you won't be feeling guilty. If you were evil you wouldn't make this heart love you." She said with tears running down her eyes.

Nacht kissed her and she returned it. The kiss was gentle in the beginning but it got more passionate little by little. They both didn't hold back the feelings that they held for each other for all those years. Nacht remembered to be gentle with her, kissing her every chance he got, whispering "I love you", pulling her closer, caressing her face as they both cried and spent the night together.

The next morning Y/n woke up and sleeply stretched her hand to hug Nacht but the bed was empty, she opened her eyes to find Nacht nowhere. She just found a letter :

My dear Y/n

Thank you for everything. I'll remember what you said for my whole life. I'll work hard, I'll help people and I'll do everything to be worthy of you so wait for me, please wait for me. I will be back to keep our childhood promise. I love you.

Love

Nacht

She cried holding the note close to her heart.

(3 months later)

"Miss, you are pregnant" the doctor said " You are quite young do you want to get an abortion?"

"No , I want to keep the baby." She said knowing exactly how hard it would be.

"Miss, you are going to have twins" the doctor said.

"I see, more the merrier" she replied happily

"Nacht will be so happy when he sees them." She thought to herself.

Everything went as she knew. Her parents kicked her out of the house. People gossiped about her but she still kept the children as she believed that the babies were a precious gift from Nacht and she loved him.

(3 months later)

Y/n felt the pain but she held on she knew that she was going to have permanent complications after having the twins but she kept pushing. She just pictures Nacht holding her hand through the whole process and when it was all done she finally saw the two precious babies. A girl who looked just like her and a boy who looked just like Nacht. They looked so tiny and weak after all they were premature babies. "I'll look after you both well, you both will have the best of the best life. I'll make sure of that. Even though I won't be able to walk, I'll work hard for you both" she said crying.

(6 years later)

Y/N came back home on her wheelchair after a long day of work. Fortunately because she was a noble she had a lot of mana and she could get a job. She worked hard everyday burning trash till she ran out of mana. "Mama" the twins ran towards her and hugged her "Stella, Joy." She hugged them back "How was school?"

"We learnt a lot, Mama" they said at the same time.

"Shall we go to our favorite restaurant? After that I'll buy you candy it's both of your birthday after all." She said smiling.

"Yea!!!!!!" The twins said happily

Y/n pushed her wheelchair through the streets with the twins walking next to her. She wished she could close their ears as the townfolk began to gossip.

"Her son looks just like the dead lord of house Faust."

"Maybe she slept with his twin?"

"That delinquent. His whole family died all of a sudden. Maybe he killed them all."

"If he is murder then the children might become murders too."

She clenched her fists but she didn't say anything. She hated it when people talked so badly about the man she loves or her kids. "It's okay " she thought to herself "Nacht will be back , he will keep his promise. Then the kids won't have to hear anything after that"

After eating at the restaurant she took the kids to their favorite candy store. "Pick whatever you want I'll buy it." She smiled. The kids ran in and were busy picking candies when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked back "Yami?"

"How have you been?" He asked

Just then the twins ran towards her. "Keep away from, mama" Stella said

"Yeah, if you hurt her we will fight you." Joy replied

"It's okay, he is a friend of your papa." She said.

Yami looked at the kids " Nacht's?"

She nodded.

"Mister how is papa? He is protecting the kingdom and helping people . So is he well?" Stella asked

"When will he be back?" Joy asked.

Y/n smiled and patted their heads and said "That was all I could think of."

( 4 years later)

The Zogratis siblings were finally defeated. Nacht was happy to finally return to clover kingdom so that he could return to his precious Y/n. He was a little nervous, he wondered if she still loved him, if she had moved on but it didn't matter all he wanted to do was see her even if it was from afar.

He tried to look for her shadow but it was of no use he couldn't sense it. Something was not right. He desperately went to the town looking for her. He went to her family only to know that she was kicked out. He asked around to find out that she was sick and has two kids. Nacht froze "Did she move on ?" He didn't care he just wanted to see her. So he went to the house the people said she lived in only to see a funeral. Nacht went to see what was going on there weren't many people and in the coffin was his precious y/n eyes closed and sleeping forever his suspicions were true. He fell on his knees crying. Just then he felt a tap on his shoulder to see a girl who looked just like Y/n and a boy just like him both looked 10 "Are you our papa?" They asked at the same time "Are you finally back?"

(2 months later)

Nacht read the letter everyday. It was the most precious thing to him after the children. He opened it:

Dear Nacht,

If you are reading this letter then it means that I must have left this world. There hasn't been a single day that I haven't thought about you. In the beginning things were tough but then Yami showed up. He told me a little about what you were doing and I wasn't surprised, I knew you would be doing something great I always did. He even sent a fraction of your salary which surprised me. He even asked help from sister Theresa and I could leave the children in a nearby church when I had work. Please don't be mad at him for not telling you about me, I made him promise not to tell you anything, I didn't want you to abandon your duties for me and now that I am no more please look after the children they are really precious to me and I hope they will remind you of me just like they reminded me of you. I'm sorry that I couldn't keep my end of our promise. I love you, I always did and I always will.

Love

Y/n.

Nacht folded the letter and kept it on his table next to the portrait of them both as children, a portrait of them as teenagers and a portrait of her with the children. He went down to see the black bulls with the children. Charmy made their favorite food, Vanessa sewed pretty clothes, Gouche was telling them about Marie, Gordon was giving them his scary dolls, Luck and Magna were trying to teach them how to fight, the rest of them were waiting for their turn to spend time with the kids. Nacht took them to the black bulls base to stay till he could find a good boarding school for the kids. He smiled ."Are you happy Y/n" He thought

(40 years later)

Nacht was on his death bed as Stella and Joy were each hold a hand of his "Thank you for being with me kids, you both have grown to be amazing adults, I am so proud of you both." They began to cry. "Don't worry I'll meet your mother soon." and then Nacht took his final breath. When he opened his eyes he could see a white light and in the middle was his precious Y/n smiling.

She looked like she didn't age even a day since he last saw her. He looked down to look at his hands and there we're any wrinkles.

"Nacht" she ran and hugged him "I was waiting for you, all this time , my love."

"And I was waiting for this too." He said and hugged her back.

What do you think? I hope my English is okay.

Hiya Clover Anon! Aww i’m so glad my little summary was able to inspire you to write this 🥺! I think this is great, and very well written! I honestly think you should post this on Ao3 or on you’re blog so that way more people can see it and appreciate it 🥰! Also you’re english is very good, so please don’t worry about it!

@loosesodamarble tagging you because it’s Nacht, and because when I wrote the summary I may or may not have thought about Nacsele and Dawn and Dusk 😅👉👈!

[hitorinorin]

the funny thing is blue lock isn't even my favorite anime but i can't even post about bc because the black clover fandom is kind of dead 😭 yes i do love rin but nacht will always be my #1 babygirl

[dark-and-shadows]

The Awful Edges Where You End, by Funky_Sea_Cryptid and The_Florian_Triangle on ao3.

Chapter 13: foundations

A long time coming, but worth it <3 university got in the way of my doodles which is homophobic quite frankly, but then my author friends @t-f-t and @funky-sea-cryptid wrote an absolute banger fic, like absolutely amazing shit that everyone should read, and well. This popped out.

Fuck you (/aff) Tam and Alex for making me have to learn how to draw feet, backgrounds, and fire. But also thank you because I was procrastinating learning for ages and it made me get around to trying!!! <3 i still have a ways to go, but I'm pretty proud of how it turned out for my first time. Backgrounds are NOT my strong suit. (And click for quality, as fucking alwayssssss)

I know it isn't pride month anymore, but happy pride everyone <3

[marune2]

Fem Nacht fan art

Norm Family day for the twins

It’s ok Nacht you grow it’s ok this yami have bigger tits as you but you have a cute look 😂

Morgan like too style his Big sis 👌🏻🤣

Nacht whas Mad at Morgan and did use make up on him Morgan did walk most of the day araund like this nobody did say something just laugh Ore stare but yami did tell him Morgan whas so embarrassed but he did look pretty 👍

Nacht like‘s too steal Morgan’s underwear too wear it’s comfortable for her Morgan don’t mind as long she don’t have her strawberry Weck in them even Morgan have Linse

The Faust parents did Make Nacht wear the Family dress from the Faust family in party’s too looks ideal for Adel Nacht did Not like it but at least not so mush perverted looks as Norm what did Morgan like

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Hi everyone! So this is my initial post for @lyranova's halloween event and surprise surprise it's not Nozelena (just because I have an art of them and it's waiting to be posted with my art halloween countdown, so no spoilers and no descriptions of them in this fic😂)

@blackclover-emc

Welcome to interact on this post 💕

Pairing: Natalia Silva (Nozel x OC next gen) x Eri Faust (Nacht x OC next gen)

Summary: The Silva familia arrives at the masquerade ball and Natalia wants to slip away from her slightly overprotective family members. Especially since she knows a certain red eyed Black Bull is somewhere in the crowd.

Word count: 966

Eri belongs to @purpled-royalty 💕

A masquerade ball had begun and the whole Silva familia was invited. Natalia shyly followed her parents and older brothers, her gaze skipping from one masked face to another. She herself had put on a white feathery mask, but she had low hopes of not being recognised. Silver hair basically screamed Silva. Her parents did not even try who they were with their costumes as for Natalia’s brothers… she was not going to mention them. 

As much as she loved her familia the masquerade seemed like an event where she could try to be on her own a bit, explore. Hopefully talk to people without three protective eagles following her around. Especially since she had an idea who she wanted to see that evening. 

Natalia turned away from the buffet tables her familia was headed to and quietly began walking away. 

“Natalia,” sharp as an edge of a knife voice stopped her in her tracks. 

She whined spinning on her heel. 

“Yes papa?”

“Where are you going?” Nozel narrowed his eyes, almost drilling them into her very soul. 

“Oi mi amor, why so tense?” Said Helena who’s arm was hooked over her husband’s. “We’re here to party!”

“I’ll excuse myself to that corner then,” Noureen sighed, pointing far away from the middle of the ballroom. 

“Do you want company?” Heinry hung his arm over his twin’s shoulder. 

Noureen just sighed and shook his head resigned as he and Heinry walked away. 

Nozel continued on looking expectantly at his daughter.

“Where are you going, hija?” Helena asked.

“To find…” Natalia mumbled, “prima Hermione!”

“Hermione!” Helena smiled. “When you see her tell her that tia Helena wants to see her,” she moved closer to her husband to poke him. “See mi amor? I told you, no boys.”

Natalia flushed. Of course there would be no boys. What were her parents even thinking? She completely did not hope to run into a certain red eyed Black Bull. She simply wanted to see her cousin.

Nozel narrowed his eyes at first at Natalia, but a moment later he looked over her shoulder. Natalia turned around to see a young nobleman scurrying away in haste. Her father had that effect. 

She felt a gentle touch on her cheek as her mother moved head to face her. Helena smiled softly and fixed Natalia’s mask, ruffling the feathers. 

“I’ll keep papa busy and you have fun with Hermione tonight,” Helena reached out her pinky, “but promise me Natalia if you feel sick, weak or have any trouble with your magic you find me, papa or your hermanos and let us know. Are we clear on that?”

“Crystal clear,” Natalia perked up, hooking her finger over her mother’s. 

She looked at her father. Natalia knew that he was just worried and he was doing his best to give her the space she needed to grow by herself, but she was also aware of how close they were. She could never deny the daddy’s girl allegations. 

“I’ll be alright papa,” she said. 

Nozel let out a slow breath. He nodded and allowed his lips to form a soft smile. 

“Perfect,” Helena smiled and walked back to her husband. “We’ll be… busy,” she grinned, hooking her arm over his. 

Natalia gave her parents a quick excited wave, before turning on her heel and heading towards where she thought she had seen her cousin. Hermione had to be hanging out with other young Black Bulls. This means Natalia would see more of her friends. 

She pushed herself between a few nobles, he skirt slightly lifted up so she would not trip but it was hard in such a crowd. Natalia was not used to being around this many people in such close proximity. Many of them were taller than her and she would not risk trying to use her risky magical powers to locate her cousin. 

Natalia was getting uncomfortable. Maybe she should have asked Heinry to come with her. Her brother always knew how to act around people and got along with everybody. He would just ask if anyone had seen the Black Bulls and she would be with them right away. 

No. Natalia could find her friends herself. She was a brave princess, a daughter of Nozel and Helena Silva, bearer of arcane story magic and a future advisor to her tio Wizard King Asta. 

She furrowed her silver brows and fixed her mask again. If the Bulls were not in that corner of the ballroom she was going to find them on the other side. Natalia pushed past more noblemen. She was so careful about not falling into any of them she did not notice a waiter with champagne coming from the other side. 

In the last moment Natalia jumped away by miracle not pushing the man and spilling champagne. However her heels did not give her the support she needed. Natalia wobbled. She was sure she was going to fall on the ground, ruin her dress and embarrass herself and the house of Silva. 

Suddenly she felt someone’s touch at her waist. In the last moment somebody caught her, lifted her up and once the flutter of her silver hair stopped she was able to look at her savior. 

A pair of beautiful red eyes met with her dark brown ones. The boy had a slightly darker complexion, soft black hair tied in a ponytail while a few strands of his bangs fell over his mask in a messy yet very cute way. 

The corners of his lips tugged up. Masks did not matter; she would recognise this smile everywhere. 

A bright pink blush spread over her cheeks as her heart picked up its pace. 

Here lies Natalia Acier Silva, passed away from embarrassment in the arms of her crush.

“Natalia?” Eri asked.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

1,2,3,21,23 for Nacht please.

Nacht!!! Certainly flamelet ^^

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Hmmm... I would say that overall I like Nacht. He's an interesting character, and one that has a complicated "inner world". What I mean to say is that when we first see him, he's this mysterious, smiling, but brutal (by saying what he thinks without caring for anyone else) person, who 'hides in the shadows'. But little by little we see more of him, and see why he has wound into the situation that he's in. The guilt he feels is more than evident, and we learn that he has a lot of resentment, but perhaps also jealousy towards Yami for having been more of a friend, a closer person, with Morgen. Not that Nacht seemed to seek together spent time with Morgen back when they where young, prior to the tragedy. Nacht clearly loathes himself for what he did, but has found other people to blame, along with himself. And it's manifesting in a lot of ways, and overall creates a character who is fun to play around with.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That he's a complicated character, despite seeming simple on the surface. He's like an... onion. There are a lot of layers, and someone might cry when you open more and more of them. Chances are that it's Nacht, at least internally, but the point is that there is a lot in him to explore. I don't think there's a particular event in canon that I prefer with him. There's certainly a lot of memorable scenes, such as the death of Morgen, Nacht learning that he's the most "suitable" head of the House of Faust, and his entrance into the series. His design is also very edgy, which is fun. I think he's not that "cool" though. It's the kind of "cool" that appeals to teens typically, but I can't say the same about myself. The kind of edgy emo who seems to be mean to people and "I don't care who is hurt by what I say" -type of a thing. But once you learn that it's partly due to his self-blame and insecurities, and not just for the show of it, it seems to fit him.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Well, because his poor life choices add to him being an interesting character, I suppose I'm most annoyed by the fact that we don't know much about his time in Spade, or the real reasons why he chose to go there as a spy. So far, I think we just know that he was a spy, but most other things are speculations; educated guesses if you will. I want to know more about him, and it's frustrating not to know.

21. If you’re a fic writer and have written for this character, what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?

Show his emotions. Talk about his emotions, and put him into places and situations where he has to come face to face with himself. This can ofc be done via just Nacht himself, via canon charcaters or ocs/x readers. But. While I enjoy having him self-reflect, I also want to give him some comfort, some forgiveness, someone to tell him that while he needs to own up to the mistakes he made, he also needs to let go of the hate and the guilt for himself and move on with his life. Because Nacht isn't a bad person. Though one might argue against. To me, he's just more... troubled. He's burdened by his guilt, but can't seem to forgive himself either. He's essentially at a loss. What to do. What to think. He's just continuing forward and waiting for something he could do, in order to be absolved, somehow. And that's what he was doing during the Spade Arc, when he was planning on imprisoning himself into that spell forever, doomed to run away from devils until they'd manage to kill him. If death would exist in that space. And what I don't like, is writing him as a malicious asshole. As in, there certainly can be themes that mimic those a lot. And he can certainly be very frank, cruel even with his words, but he doesn't seem like someone who'd seek the suffering of others. That is to say, that I don't see him going around and being mean just for the sake of being mean, or saying anything to anyone if there really is no point in it. So, he's not a malicious asshole in a lot of ways. To me at least. He might seem like it on the surface for sure, but... that's not who he is

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Either of these two

[romadine]

A Foreshadowing of Darkness

Summary:

An AU where Ichika and Sukehiro escaped to Clover Kingdom. They befriended the Faust twins. Ichika approached Nacht since her brother was busy being part of the Magic Knights. Little by little, they grew closer... if only she weren't hiding a secret.

Here's the link:

"Stay." He struggled to sit up. She just shook her hand away, but he vowed to himself right from that moment to never let go of the one thing he actually cherished the most. "I'm ordering you."

"Oh, but it is," he challenged her. "If I were a normal man, no underworld affiliates, a kind, dutiful, responsible man, would you have...?”

Prompt: Canon divergence

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Hi, this would be my first time participating in any writing events, particularly the #bcrarepairweek2024

Also, my first in the canon-divergence genre.

Whew! That's a lot of firsts.

Also, I did tweak some of the OG stuff. In this story, Nacht and Ichika's age gap isn't that wide, just for comfy reading. It will probably be just around a year or two, though it's not relevant in this fic.

Thank you for this opportunity! Have fun reading!

[drmarune]

I think the teen parent Au what I end right now will be cucurucho’s new Lore and not this he’s mother raised him but Nacht and then yami did it

But I will # cucurucho as #cucucrucho terway/ because all other fic are but cucurucho have the Family name „Faust“

[dunbonnets]

hi andrea! I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed reading the first chapter of your finral fic and I was wondering when you plan on updating again or if you've maybe got an updating schedule set up for it that I can mark on my calender so I don't miss any new chapters?

also I love the magical attribute you've chosen for your oc vetra stormont! it seems really cool and I can't wait to see what other spells you've come up with for her and her family. I'm excited to learn about about the main character and their family and relationship/past with finral and the vaude house

my last questions (and I'm sorry for bothering you btw, I hope I'm not being annoying be sending you this ask lol) but I was just curious what other black clover fics you plan on writing and who they will be for? can you share any details about them? and when will your other black clover fics be posted if they're not already? I'd really love to read all of them if you have more since I enjoy your writing and the fandom so much 😁

anyways so sorry for bothering you again and I hope you have a nice holiday! 🍂

hi anon! before I answer your questions, I just wanna say that I've actually been having kind of a bad day so seeing this ask pop up in my notifications made my day 🥺

so happy to hear that you're enjoying weather the storm! I've been doing a lot of planning and pre-writing for it the last few weeks so I was really excited to finally post the first chapter. and thank you so much, I really love her magical attribute too! coming up with my own spells for vetra has been a fun process, so I appreciate you acknowledging the work that has gone into all of them

I currently do not have a schedule for updates, mainly because I feel bad if I don't lost a chapter as promised. so all updates will be sporadic and posted only when I have the time to write and edit chapters. but since I've gotten a lot of pre-writing done for weather the storm, I'm confident there won't be too much time between new updates. the next chapter will hopefully be up this week actually!

I do have other black clover fics in the works! however, none of them are posted yet. but currently my most planned out fics are for luck voltia, zora ideale, lumiere silvamillion clover, rhya, and yuno. but I've also got ideas for asta, nozel silva, nacht faust, yami sukehiro, william vangeance, leopold vermillion, vanessa enoteca, and magna swing, although they aren't as fleshed out. I've also got three crossover ideas which are attack on titan x black clover, demon slayer x black clover, and eremin black clover au (I'll make a separate post for details on all these fics since I'll probably rant quite a bit about them lmao)

aww you're so sweet, thank you so much! I hope you have a nice holiday as well. also you were definitely not a bother, I actually love it when my readers/followers reach out to me. it really warms my heart 🖤

[mishy-mashy]

Midnight fic idea but one could write Morgen as extremely Catholic and reciting Bible verses in his everyday talk. Like that religious girl with the purple hair from Ghost Stories dub

Everything else is the same. Morgen just behaves like this, and people have to just sigh and go "This is his normal."

[loosesodamarble]

Clumsy and Imperfect and More Than Enough

Summary: Morgen has the perfect first date planned for himself and Josele. But it seems that fate is really working against him that night. Genre: romance, fluff, moments of hurt/comfort Word count: ~8800 (sorry)

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Morgen ran.

The pace of his footsteps were swift. His feet hit the cobblestone street with more force than he was used to. His breaths were quick and shallow, having to push himself past his physical limits. He had to hurry. There was somewhere he needed to be. Someone immeasurably precious was waiting for him.

Josele! Morgen thought. Just hold on; I’m on my way to you!

Morgen’s heart pounded. Sweat accumulated on his brow and made his bangs stick to his skin. He looked less than the picture of perfection. Not that he gave a damn.

Normally, Morgen would’ve been able to use his Light Magic to move himself at incredible speeds. He’d exhausted his mana reserves, though, but there was no way Morgen would waste his time waiting for his mana to replenish when he had to move. Not just move, but race against the clock. So he ran as fast as he could.

In the midst of his mad dash, Morgen bumped shoulders with someone heading in the opposite direction. The other person was an adult man, at least a head taller than Morgen. The impact made Morgen stumble on his feet but thankfully not trip entirely.

“My apologies!” Morgen yelled over his shoulder without stopping. And now I’ve lost all sense of propriety too! The panicked rush he was in really did a number on Morgen’s typical mannerisms.

He really couldn’t stop though.

In his mind’s eye, Morgen could imagine Josele being alone and anxious as she waited for him to return to her. He was her boyfriend and if he failed to be by her side as he’d promised… Morgen shook his head. Disappointing Josele wasn’t an option.

Finally, Morgen saw the Grey Deer base ahead of him. He didn’t even stop to breathe a sigh of relief. There was still the matter of rushing inside, finding whatever room Josele was in, apologizing for making her wait, and mending whatever ache she was forced to endure while—

“Morgen, you’re back!”

Morgen skidded to a halt when he heard Josele’s voice and saw her step out of the shadows of a tree planted outside the base. She beamed at him in the way that always made Morgen swoon.

“J-Josie…” he said with a heavy exhale. “You…” He was both trying to catch his breath and trying to come up with something to say. “You’re…”

“Surprised to see you looking like a total wreck,” Josele finished. She looked Morgen up and down before giggling. “This is a new look for you.” She walked up to him while procuring a handkerchief from her pocket. When close enough, she dabbed the sweat from Morgen’s brow, still smiling. “What were you rushing for?” She moved the handkerchief down to wipe the sweat on his cheek.

Morgen glanced at the ground then back up at Josele.

“I promised to return from my patrol at four p.m.,” he answered and mentally cringed knowing it was past five. “Everything went smoothly for most of the time. Quiet and peaceful and ordinary and uncomplicated.” He paused and inhaled deeply. “However, a street brawl broke out and it took considerable effort, and magic, to quell the distur—”

Two warm, calloused fingers pressed against Morgen’s lips and stopped his words. Josele’s eyes, their brown hue taking on a golden tint in the light of the sunset, locked with Morgen’s own.

“Morgen Edelweiss Faust—”

An undignified gasp escaped Morgen at the sound of his girlfriend speaking his full name. How she made his pretentiously elegant name sound as nice as she did was a mysterious gift.

“I’m just happy you returned at all. That’s what matters, right?” Josele then removed her fingers to let Morgen answer.

“Y…yes…” Morgen put his hand over Josele’s, the one that held the kerchief to his face. He gave her hand a squeeze and beamed. “It’s simply that even a single second with you is infinitely more precious than all the time I’m forced to spend on my lonesome. I only wanted to be on time for our first date, you see?”

Josele let out an audible squeak and her face colored a soft shade of red. So cute. So very Josele.

“Then just…” Josele slipped her hand away from Morgen’s and resumed her task of blotting away his perspiration. “Another second…” She used her free hand to touch up the fringe of Morgen’s hair. Being so close, Morgen saw the way her gaze flicked across his countenance, taking in his appearance with care. Her handkerchief moved under his chin and dabbed at the last drops of sweat there. Then, she pulled away. “Now you’re ready.”

“You really think so?” Morgen chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Do I really want to tell her that I feel underdressed?

The plan had been to arrive back at the base at four. Then, he and Josele would dress up, not in formal wear but at least in attire that was nicer than the everyday clothes they wore on missions.

Morgen had bought cologne for the first time in hopes of using it on their date. He also had a new blazer that he wanted to wear and maybe get a chance at putting it over Josele’s shoulders. Several romance novels he enjoyed had a scene where a male suitor did that for the women he loved in a show of affection, and part of Morgen wished to perform that deed for Josele.

For Josele, she would’ve had the chance to put on her favorite blouse, one with flowing sleeves and lace details that would easily tear in the throes of battle. She could’ve styled her hair in a fine braid or curled it with a hair iron. She even had a small make-up kit she bought with her first pay as a Magic Knight and their first date was an opportune time to use it.

If they put the date off a little longer and took the time to prepare, Morgen and Josele could have looked like a picturesque couple going out for a perfectly enchanting evening.

Instead, Josele stood there in her everyday clothes looking a little wrinkled and dusty, and a new cut on her forearm if Morgen was seeing things right. And Morgen was still catching his breath from his run and smelling of sweat even after it had been wiped away. They looked less than ready for a date night.

Yet…

“Yeah. I think we’re good.” Josele’s eager smile warmed Morgen’s heart. She raised Morgen’s hand up and kissed his palm. “Are we going?”

Morgen held his tongue. He already regretted making Josele wait on accident. So why did he consider asking her to intentionally put off their date longer? What a foolish thought that had been.

“Certainly, my dear.”

Morgen reached for Josele’s hand and clasped it so their fingers intertwined. He dared to pull Josele close enough for their shoulders to brush against each other as they walked. The warmth of her body reached Morgen through their clothes.

Tonight’s the night, Morgen told himself as he looked at Josele’s profile in the light of the setting sun. I know it is.

……….

Hand-in-hand, the couple made their way to the first stop Morgen planned for the evening. It was an eatery named Decadence Cafe, meant to describe the food and decor of the establishment. In his opinion, it was a cute name.

“Some of the ladies in the squad brought it up when I talked to them once,” Josele mentioned, her head swaying as she grinned.

“I know. Actually, I overheard that conversation,” Morgen admitted. The women praised the cafe for its atmosphere, menu, and prices from what he listened in on. “One of them mentioned her husband bringing her there for an anniversary. So I thought it’d be ideal for our first date.” Plus—and Morgen kept this thought to himself—he wanted to feed at least one bite of whatever they would order to Josele.

Josele cooed, “Ever the romantic.”

The young couple turned another corner, bringing them closer to Decadence Cafe. Soon, they would be enjoying a romantic meal while also replenishing their energy after a long day of work. 

“It should be halfway down this path…” Morgen mumbled, recognizing the street name from the cafe’s address.

Morgen and Josele passed a smile between themselves before picking up their pace.

“They said the place serves these amazing cream pu—fooey…”

Stopping a few paces from the entrance, the teens saw through a massive front window that Decadence Cafe was already filled to the brim with people. There was even a line of people out the front waiting to be seated. One of the cafe’s staff stood at a podium by the door; he looked down, probably reading a list of customer names. Morgen looked at Josele and gave a small nod. Then, he stepped away from her and approached the podium.

“Excuse me, sir?”

The staff member glanced up in Morgen’s direction and immediately put on a cordial grin.

“An esteemed member of the Magic Knights! Good evening, young man,” he greeted and tipped his head. His gaze flicked at the cafe’s busy interior before moving back to Morgen. “Did you have a reservation with us?”

“Apologies, no. My fr—girlfriend—”Morgen corrected himself“—and I didn’t anticipate coming when the cafe was busy so our expectations were to merely walk in.”

The worker glanced past Morgen, in Josele’s direction. Then with a sympathetic look on his face, he said, “Did you want to wait?” He picked up a clipboard and offered it to Morgen. “I’m sorry but it will likely be more than an hour before you can enter. We are open late on a weekend like this but…” His voice drifted off.

“Thank you but I’ll have to decline.” Morgen raised his hands up and stepped back. “We’ll try coming back another day, though.”

“Ah…” The man leaned forward and cupped a hand around his mouth. “Come on a Thursday. Always the slowest.”

Morgen nodded in understanding before turning and making his way back to Josele. The moment they were next to each other, their hands were linked again and they walked away from the cafe.

“Not tonight?” There was no disappointment in Josele’s asking, merely a question of clarification. 

“I’d prefer we not spend the better part of our evening merely waiting for a meal,” Morgen replied. “We’ll find another place to eat.”

“We sure will.”

Morgen and Josele approached the next restaurant they saw. The window and door frames were gilded and as after stepping inside, Morgen saw that lighting in the business was provided by miniature chandeliers; and by the way they glittered, they were crystal and not glass works. From what they could see of the dining area, all the customers were dressed in suits and evening gowns. An elder gentleman in a crisp, fitted tailsuit, presumably the maitres d’, walked over to Morgen and Josele, a disapproving frown deepening on his face as he drew nearer.

“A pair of Magic Knights?” he addressed the two, his gaze moving up and down to scrutinize them. When he looked at Josele specifically, his eyes narrowed into a glare. “Is there anything that our establishment can assist you folks with?”

I don’t think we’ll be having any luck here, Morgen realized without letting his disappointment show. Sir, I can see that stink eye you’re giving!

Morgen took a second to take a breath and compose himself. Shoulders back. Chin tilted up. A polite smile.

“There isn’t anything, actually,” Morgen stated with the same professional tone his parents used while attending social functions. “My beloved and I are trying to decide on a place to dine this evening and wanted to see if this was the right place for us. But we now see that your patrons adhere to a dress code and…” He looked down at his clothes. “We’ve failed to meet it. Unfortunate.” For no one really.

“Ah yes.” The host let out a heavy, clearly faked sigh. “It’s a terrible shame that a well-spoken gentleman such as yourself has to be denied service tonight due to being underdressed.” His lips moved and Morgen swore he heard the man mutter “And in poor company.”

“Well then. My lady and I shall be on our way.” Morgen tightened his grip on Josele’s hand and pulled her back towards the door. “Shall we, my sweet?”

“Yeah… Sure…”

For a couple of minutes, Morgen and Josele just walked. Actually, they briskly marched away from the restaurant. Morgen wanted to keep going but stopped abruptly. Because he realized he no longer held Josele’s hand. He whirled around and saw her a couple steps back.

“It’s that same damn face…” Josele grumbled, her mouth twisted in a frown. “Every time.”

Morgen’s heart sank.

Even though both of them came in looking less than their best, Josele had been the one to receive the harsher judgement, however silent it was. It was the same when most nobles heard about their relationship. It was a mutual choice from both of them and yet any disapproval of them framed Josele as the problematic element. Complete strangers acted like their opinion mattered regarding Morgen and Josele.

Most of the time, they brushed it off. But at that moment, Josele had been brought down by it.

“Josele… It’s not your fault,” Morgen whispered as he closed the distance. He put his hands on either side of Josele’s face and lifted it so they were eye-to-eye. “I should’ve recognized what kind of establishment it was and just steered clear of it.” He brushed his thumbs along Josele’s skin. “Let’s forget that place. Now and in the future.”

Josele silently nodded. Together, they resumed their walk only now Morgen had his arm around Josele’s shoulders.

The couple’s stroll brought them to a four-way intersection, the foot traffic was slow. Morgen’s eyes were drawn to the corner diagonal to himself and Josele. There was a cluster of people standing around something and an excited chatter came from that direction. Curious, the two crossed the street. A family with small children left the crowd and Morgen saw the kids each carried away a messy looking pastry wrapped in parchment paper that Morgen recognized.

Funnel cakes. Morgen thoroughly enjoyed them but he never saw them outside of festival settings. Until that night at least.

Josele squeezed Morgen’s hand. “How about it, Morgen? Let’s get one.”

“Maybe two,” Morgen answered while reaching into his pocket. Josele hopped on her toes next to him. “Skipping dinner and straight to dessert I guess.”

A few minutes later, Morgen and Josele walked away with their own funnel cakes. Morgen’s was topped with strawberry syrup and condensed milk while Josele got hers with powdered sugar. Josele didn’t hesitate to bite into hers only to wince once it was in her mouth.

“Eeee! Piping hot!” she squealed.

Morgen couldn’t help but chuckle. Despite years of eating funnel cakes at any festival she was lucky enough to attend, Josele did the same thing she always did and burnt her tongue on the first bite. Without thinking, he pressed a kiss to Josele’s forehead.

“Poor thing, you’re in such pain.”

“Hey… That’s the wrong place if you wanna kiss it better, Momo.”

“Huh?” Morgen stopped dead in his tracks. Did she just suggest what I think she suggested? Like the rapid beating of a hummingbird’s wings, Morgen’s heart fluttered in his chest. He watched Josele take a few steps before pausing herself and turning to look at him.

“What?” Josele asked with a tilt of his head.

Maybe that was just a joke. Morgen blinked a few times. “N-nevermind.” Or maybe I completely misheard her.

The walking resumed, and by that point, the funnel cakes had cooled enough to eat without trouble. Josele gobbled up hers with glee. Meanwhile, Morgen worked through his slowly as he did his best to carefully take pieces off his own without getting any of the syrup on his hand.

“Wait, Morgen, here,” Josele said before tearing a piece from her funnel cake and lifting it to Morgen’s face. “For you.”

Hold on a second. Morgen stared at the bit of food Josele offered. I had planned to do this very thing. He mentally shook himself to refocus. It’s no big deal. I’ll just accept Josele’s offer and then share mine in return. That way I can indulge in both ends of the same fantasy! That thought made Morgen’s chest tighten with a pleasing sensation. “Why thank you, my dear. Don’t mind if I do.”

Morgen leaned in and was about to bite down on the edge of the cake piece when he noticed that Josele was moving to place it further in his mouth. Immediately, he reeled his head back.

“Careful! I could’ve bitten you,” he exclaimed.

“Nonsense,” Josele assured and nudged Morgen’s arm with her own. “Besides, it wouldn’t have hurt. C’mon, let me feed you, Momo.”

“Uhp!” Morgen felt himself heat up in the face from Josele’s words. “A-alright…”

He opened his mouth again—closed his eyes, too, to avoid meeting Josele’s gaze which was striking sparks in his chest—and allowed his girlfriend to place the bite of funnel cake on his tongue. The pastry itself tasted of wheat and oil, and the powdered sugar added a sweetness that made Morgen hum contentedly. A childhood classic.

“Simple but effective, as always,” Josele said, then finished the last bite of her cake. She tossed the parchment paper it had been wrapped in into a trash bin as they passed.

“Indeed.” Morgen nodded to himself. “And now… My turn.” In his periphery, Morgen saw Josele’s expression turn bashful.

Then he looked at the remains of his funnel cake. There was enough left for a decently sized bite. The only problem was that the syrup and condensed milk covered it enough that he wouldn’t be able to avoid getting any of it on his hand. And Morgen didn’t want to just hand over the small morsel to Josele while it was still in the paper and have her feed herself. He wanted to be the doting boyfriend that would feed her by hand.

Good thing I have a handkerchief with me. Hiding his discomfort with touching the sticky toppings, Morgen picked up the pastry. “Here you go, Josie.”

“Thanks, Morgen.” Josele quickly tucked her bangs back then leaned towards Morgen’s hand.

Josele likely didn’t intend to but Morgen felt her lips brush against his fingertips as she took the bite. That faint touch sent warmth down Morgen’s hand and straight to his chest. He found himself transfixed by Josele’s lips. The way her tongue swiped across them to catch any stray syrup. She touched her fingers to her mouth, to check if she’d gotten everything. Josele’s lips looked a bit drier than usual. But they were Josele’s lips, it was her mouth which she smiled and spoke with. It was part of Josele. And that’s what drew him in.

He didn’t even pause to think as he moved closer to her.

However, Josele’s hand around Morgen’s wrist brought him back to reality. They had now stopped walking and Josele awkwardly held back Morgen’s arm by the wrist.

“Did you need my help with this?” she asked in a teasing voice as she gestured to Morgen’s syrupy hand with her eyes.

“Uh. Oh! No no no! I got it!” Morgen hastily balled up the parchment paper in his hand and tossed it in a nearby trash can. “Just a second.” He reached into his pocket for her handkerchief.

But then, he felt it.

Something warm and wet against his fingers.

When he turned his head, Morgen saw Josele had brought his hand to her face and was using her tongue to lap up the syrup and condensed milk that stuck to his fingers. His jaw went slack.

Oh gods… Morgen only stared as Josele moved from his middle finger to his index finger. The warmth from earlier turned into an uncomfortable heat. Holy thoughts, holy thoughts! Morgen closed his eyes and took in a breath. Dusty church pews. Starched priest’s collar. Hymns. He felt Josele bring the tip of Morgen’s finger between her lips, making his heart hammer against his ribs. Rosary beads. The gods. Saints of old. Her tongue slid up Morgen’s thumb next and where her touch had been felt scorching hot. Scriptures. Sermons. Prayers. Holy thoughts!

“That oughta do it!” Josele’s chipper voice called out.

Morgen cracked an eye open. He was aware that the two of them were standing in the middle of the street with other people walking around them, but he didn’t feel brave enough to check how many might’ve been staring at him and Josele. As for her, she grinned at him. While holding his hand between both of hers, Josele pressed a kiss to Morgen’s palm. Her blithe aura disarmed him further. How could she be so casual after what she just did?

“J-J-Jo-Jos-Josellllllle!” Morgen spluttered. He could feel the heat in his face; in truth it was all throughout his body. “What was—? What you did—! I’m not mad but—it—I mean—that is—!”

As Morgen tried to string words together, he witnessed Josele’s complexion go from its natural color to a rosy pink and then into a vibrant scarlet. She was adorable. But her fluster only increased Morgen’s embarrassment.

“I do that for myself all the time!” Josele yelped defensively. “So…” Her voice shrank. “I just did it for you instead…”

“Ah…ha…” Morgen breathed out a laugh. Oh my. She fails to understand the implication of what she did. Or maybe I’m the idiot for taking it the way I did. Oh whatever! He threw his arms around Josele and sighed. “Perhaps that’s not something we should do in public, okay?”

Josele nodded against Morgen’s shoulder.

Morgen stood there, his arms wrapped around Josele and his heart still in a mad flutter. Josele’s earthy and sweet aroma, as well as her hair, tickled Morgen’s nose; they were so close.

“Uh… we gonna stand here forever or what?”

“Mn, not to worry,” Morgen whispered and stepped away. He smiled at Josele and she immediately returned the gesture. “I have more things in mind for tonight.”

His first plan didn’t go as intended, but it went in an interesting direction at least. The night was young and he could make things better. For Josele, Morgen wanted to give her a perfectly romantic evening.

As the two walked to their next destination, Morgen noticed Josele’s head was bowed. Or rather, she was looking down, her gaze fixed on their linked hands.

“Something the matter?” Morgen questioned with a tilt of his head. A blush rose to Josele’s face. “Don’t tell me you’re shy about holding hands all of sudden!” He chuckled and leaned in so their temples brushed against each other. “We’ve been doing this since childhood!”

“I’m not shy about it!” Josele blurted out in protest. “I was just thinking.”

“Oh? About what?”

“Just that…” Josele turned a deeper red and smiled wide enough for her teeth to show. “The reason we’re holding hands is different. I like holding hands as your girlfriend.”

Morgen felt his heart skip a beat. It was such an obvious statement but there was weight to it. As friends, as children, they held hands to not lose each other in crowds or to stick together when running off to play. As lovers, they held hands because they wanted to know one another’s warmth, to touch each other physically the same way their hearts touched.

Josele said she liked the change.

And Morgen knew he felt the same.

“Ergh. Did I say something weird?” Josele grumbled as she covered her mouth with her free hand. “I didn’t mean—”

“No no!” Morgen stopped walking and grabbed Josele’s shoulders. There was warmth in Josele’s bare shoulders that sank into Morgen’s palms as he held her. “It’s not weird at all, Josie!” Josele gazed at Morgen with wide eyes; her focus on Morgen grounded him and compelled him to keep speaking. “In fact, I’m glad you said it. It’s the same for me. I… I like that I can hold you, your hand, as your boyfriend.”

The wide-eyed perplexion on Josele’s face gave way to the grin that never ceased to charm Morgen. It brought a smile to Morgen’s own face.

Josele exhaled, her whole body moving with that action, then placed her hands over Morgen’s.

“Thank you, Momo.” With those simple words whispered, Josele rose onto her tip toes and nuzzled her forehead against Morgen’s.

“You’re welcome, Josie,” Morgen said as he nuzzled back. Then, “C’mon. There’s a specific place I want to take you.”

Morgen had done his research about the city where the Grey Deer base was located. There was a street in the city known for having nearly all the shops be boutiques. Articles of clothing, jewelry, cosmetics. If it was a product meant to enhance a lady’s beauty, then it could be bought on that one street.

“Oh… Wow…” Josele’s eyes and smile went wide as soon as she saw the row of shops with dresses and polished jewels in the display windows. “Oh… Wow!” She dashed ahead of Morgen and straight towards one shop. “Aaaaahhh! It’s so pretty!

He jogged over and looked at the dress Josele was pointing to.

“Just look at the craftsmanship! There has to be at least four different colors of tulle layered in the skirt!” Josele pressed her hands to the window to get a closer look. “And that ivy pattern in the lace! It’s so—!”

“Why don’t we get a closer look inside, hm?” Morgen placed his hand on Josele’s waist and led her to the door.

Josele let out a sound that was a mix of laughter and squealing as she let herself be guided. That only lasted until Morgen opened the door for her. She bolted inside without hesitation.

“The corset was built into this dress? I’ve never seen that before!”

“These’re real crystals beaded into the trim! And so many!”

“I’ve never seen so many different fabrics used for one dress. But it looks so cohesive!”

As Josele gushed and raved over the dresses, Morgen realized… She admired them as a seamstress, not as a potential customer. She didn’t even ask to try anything on. Eventually, she and Morgen left the store with the employees waving them goodbye and thanking Josele for her appraisals.

Their next stop was a make-up boutique. The store was empty except for staff chatting as they waited for customers. Rows of cases and shelves were set up across the floor. Rogue, eyeshadow, and cosmetic products that Morgen didn’t even know the names of were shown off under display lights.

“Ohhhhh… I never knew lipstick had so many colors,” Josele muttered while tracing her fingers along a display of the lip products.

“It’s not just color that sets some of these lip products apart,” one of the shop workers said as she walked up to Josele and Morgen. “Some of them are formulated to work a bit differently. Can I show you?”

“Sure, I guess!” Josele agreed with a shrug.

The young woman picked up a small, cylindrical container with a dusty pink color inside it and pulled a small brush from a pocket on the apron she wore. She popped off the container’s lid and dipped the brush in the cream that sat inside. Then, she began to paint Josele’s lips.

“This here is a new thing we call a lip stain,” the worker explained. “It colors the lips without making your lips feel waxy or oily. After you just give it a second to sink it, the stain will feel like it’s not even there. Even better, it also shouldn’t leave residue on anything that might touch your lips. Like say… Your handsome beau’s skin?”

A squeak escaped Josele. Morgen saw Josele move to cover her mouth only to freeze with her hand in mid-air. To soothe her, even just a little, Morgen grasped his girlfriend’s dangling hand. Their eyes met and the momentary tension instantly lifted.

“All done!” The lady glanced between the couple with an impish grin on her face. “Well go on, give it a try!”

Wait hold on! Morgen bristled. Does she expect us to…? Just like that? His eyes landed on Josele who looked at him, not in shock or embarrassment but rather observation. Maybe, Morgen might’ve been imagining it though, there was also anticipation in Josele’s gaze. This is hardly the setting I imagined for our first kiss though!

“Morgen…” Josele said so lightly as she fully faced him. “What do you think?”

The new color painted on Josele’s lips drew Morgen’s attention. It made her lips stand out more than usual without looking too jarring against her natural complexion. In fact, the dusty pink color matched the color coming to Josele’s cheeks. He watched as the corners of her mouth turned upward. Morgen had the urge to trace his thumb across Josele’s lips at that moment.

“It… suits you. Very well,” Morgen managed to say. “And I wouldn’t mind… if you kissed me now…”

“O-okay then!” Josele’s face went from pink to red. She moved to hold onto Morgen’s shoulders and lifted herself onto her tiptoes. Morgen was ready to tilt his head and accept a kiss only to feel Josele peck him on the cheek. “Hm. Yeah, no residue.”

Morgen blinked a couple of times. While surprised by Josele not kissing him on the lips, he also felt no disappointment. He knew there was still time in the date. And the feeling of her lips against his skin, no matter the location, put the happiest of butterflies in his stomach.

The two of them lingered in the store for a few minutes more while Josele eyed the products. However, when other people started wandering into the shop, Joseled quickly made her way to Morgen’s side and pulled him to the door.

Morgen followed Josele through at least five more shops. Not once did he see her gaze linger on any one item. In a jewelry shop, she’d held up a pair of earrings and asked Morgen if they suited her, which they did. Josele ran her hands along the fabrics of various clothing items. She seemed to enjoy the aromas from a perfume parlor they stopped at. But they left each place empty handed.

All of her admiration was just that, admiration. If she really wanted something, it would’ve shown. But it never did.

Josele can’t be hiding the fact that she might want something to avoid seeming greedy, Morgen mused. Then again, she’s an easily contented individual. So she truly might not want anything from these places.

“Say Morgen…” Josele mumbled and brought Morgen out of his reverie. They paused under a streetlamp. She crossed her right arm in front of her stomach and held her left arm against her side. “Ever since that first shop…” Her eyes moved between the ground and Morgen’s face. “You’ve been nervous, huh? At first I thought it was just the kind of nerves that came and went… Cause I’ve been getting those this whole time. But I sensed that you were just getting more anxious.” Her eyes were soft, pleading with Morgen to talk to her. “Momo…”

Ah… Again, I’m such a fool. Only this time I failed to remember that Josele is quite keen with people’s hearts. Morgen groaned and rubbed the back of his head. “You’re not wrong. I have been worrying over something. Nothing too serious though.”

Josele stepped up to Morgen and touched his shoulder. Her gentle hold, so comforting and inviting.

“I… I realize that I made a bit of an oversight earlier,” Morgen said. “I brought you here thinking that you would find something you’d want and then I’d buy it for you to commemorate our first date.” At those words, Josele sighed, taken by the sentiment alone. Morgen continued, “While I’m confident that I could pick a gift that you’d like, I wanted you to pick something for yourself. Yet for whatever reason, I never outright said I wanted to buy you anything.” He imagined smacking himself in the face as he said that. “So… now that I’ve put it out there… Would you let me treat you to something nice?”

“Alright then!” Josele answered and nodded. “I’ll keep my eyes peeled for something I can’t live without. Besides you that is.”

“Ah ha! Josele!”

“What? It’s true!”

“Why thank you for letting me know!”

Their laughter echoed around them as they started to move again. Their footsteps carried them past a few more stores, slowing as they approached a door with flowers blooming on either side of it and even a vine growing along the doorframe.

“Certainly an entrance to entice customers,” Morgen stated. He opened the door and gestured inside. “Shall we, dear?”

“Sure!”

The moment they passed the threshold, floral scents filled their senses.

“Wow…” Josele breathed in deeply. “It smells like spring in here.”

“Mhm. What a pleasant experience,” remarked Morgen.

Hand-in-hand, they slowly circled the shop floor, avoiding other customers and observing the bouquets being sold. 

While looking around. Morgen’s eyes landed on a small shelf in the far corner of the store, standing out because of the lack of flowers placed on it. From a distance, it looked like only the open blooms of things like roses and lilies sat on the shelf. He stepped closer, unconsciously letting go of Josele’s hand as he left her side.

Once up close, Morgen saw that each flower was attached to a metal clasp, wood pin, or ring of elastic.

“Good eye, young man.”

Morgen snapped his head to the right and saw an old man—wrinkly and squinting behind his glasses—standing behind the counter right next to the shelf. He grinned at Morgen.

“Heh heh. Don’t be scared. Just the old shopkeep here.” The old man pointed a gnarled finger at the flowers on the shelf. “Y’know, I make those myself. Takes a lotta magic to preserve those beauties but it’s worth it to see a lass wear ‘em with pride. So…” He waved a hand towards the people milling about. “Which of them is yours?”

“Her. Brown hair with the shoulder cloak.” Morgen pointed to Josele as she fawned over a bundle of lavender.

“Hmm?” The man squinted in Josele’s direction. “Hohhh… A thistle amongst roses, I see.”

“Pardon?” Morgen raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to take the statement.

The elder let out a wheezy chortle then answered, “I can tell she ain’t a noble lass, too roughed up. And thing is, thistles and roses are both types of weeds, only people like roses.”

The words sank in for Morgen. What the old man said was all too true. No matter if he saw Josele’s value, most of society didn’t see her as worthwhile simply because she was of a lower class. As for him, he was noble-born and treated well based on that alone. But he was only a human being, no better than another.

Morgen turned back to the shelf. He spotted a hair pin with a cluster of forget-me-nots at the end of it. Carefully, he brushed his hand along the flowers and appreciated the genuine velvet touch of the petals. Simple, real, and undeniably beautiful. Just like…

A dreamy sigh passed his lips as he imagined her wearing it.

Before he knew it, Morgen’s wallet was a bit emptier and he was walking over to his beloved with the flower pin in hand. His stomach was doing flips but he couldn’t be sure if it was due to shame or excitement regarding what he’d done.

But he wasn’t going to take back his action.

“Oh Morgen!” Josele turned and greeted him when he was a couple steps away. “I was wondering how long you’d be huddled in that… corn…er…” She trailed off, noticing Morgen’s bashful expression and the item he clutched in his hand. “Is that… for me?”

“My apologies, my sweet,” Morgen chuckled, albeit nervously. “Earlier I said I wanted you to pick out whatever I’d purchase but I ended up buying this thoughtlessly.” 

“Hey don’t apologize, Morgen!” Josele said as she put her hand over Morgen’s. “Didn’t you also say you believed you could pick something I like?”

“That’s true.”

“And if you want me to have it, then I’d love to have it!” Josele reassured him and the way she squeezed his hand emphasized her words. “So? Go ahead and give it to me.”

Again, Morgen laughed, but his heart felt much lighter the second time around.

“Well alright then.” And so Morgen fixed the hair pin into the left side of Josele’s bangs.

Morgen knew that there were others around them, maybe even watching them. But all Morgen could focus on was Josele.

The soft blue of the petals against the deep color of her hair looked as pretty as he imagined it to be. Her hair and eyes, the shade of them was like freshly churned soil, paired with the forget-me-nots and the pink of colored lips brought to mind springtime, and the thought of flowers blooming from the ground.

How is it that I keep falling deeper in love with her? Morgen wondered. He didn’t even need to think to clasp his hand with Josele’s and lead her outside. Maybe that’s just how love is. And I like it that way.

“You picked forget-me-nots. To remember our first date,” Josele said, touching the hair ornament with care. “Seems pretty perfect to me.”

“I think so too!” Morgen wholeheartedly agreed.

Once more, Morgen’s idea didn’t play out how he imagined it would. But the way Josele beamed up at him and the fluttering of his own heart told him it was alright.

“Oh hey, while we’re on the move, there’s something I want to try!” Josele wore an eager expression as she said that.

“And what would that be?”

“Just this!”

Josele let go of Morgen’s hand before wrapping both her arms around his, as if embracing only that part of his body. The way she held him meant she was now just a bit behind Morgen. Yet the position meant their bodies were pressed closer together. The warmth her body radiated reached him more easily too.

“Different… But I like it!” Josele said, then rested her cheek against Morgen’s arm, all without stopping in her stride.

“Josie!” Morgen chuckled. This is just unfair. She keeps getting cuter without even trying. “I suppose it doesn’t feel bad. But don’t you worry that I might elbow you?”

“Hmm…” Josele closed her eyes. “Not really. ‘Cause you would apologize right away.”

“Mm. You’re not wrong about that, dear.”

“You really like calling me pet names, don’t you?” Josele asked with a titter. “‘My beloved.’ ‘Dear.’ ‘My sweet.’ You call me such nice things.”

“It’s because you are those things to me. My dearly beloved sweetheart.” Saying it all together and outloud brought a blush to Morgen’s face. But it was the truth and he wouldn’t hide it. “I’ll call you whatever it is that I see you as.” Morgen, in an attempt to be dashing, placed his hand over Josele’s and, once her eyes were on him, did his best to emulate the smiles he’d seen Prince Charming characters depicted with. “Do you understand, my dearest Josele?”

For a second, Josele’s smile wobbled. Then, she slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Pfffff! Morgen, what was that face?!” she squealed into her hand. “That is not a ‘you’ face!” She was in such hysterics that her shoulders were shaking and she was beginning to hunch over. “Never again, Morgen, never again!”

Seeing Josele cracking up the way she was caused Morgen to snort, making his clamp his hand over his mouth like Josele had done earlier. Her cuteness was just too much for Morgen.

At least things are looking up. There’s just one more thing planned. And maybe this one will go right, Morgen told himself as he directed the stroll towards the last stop for the date.

A few years back, Josele begged Morgen to teach her how to dance, things like the waltz and foxtrot. She had wished to move as elegantly as Morgen did when he danced. Of course he’d agreed to help her. It was actually during one of their lessons that Morgen realized he loved Josele romantically. Dance had been something to bring Morgen and Josele together.

Yet, they’d never had a chance to dance with each other in a social setting. Either because Morgen had his attention taken by other noble youths wanting to chat to him or because Josele simply wasn’t invited to a high class party, the two of them had never danced together outside of their lessons. Thus, Morgen looked into public dance venues where he and Josele, now as a romantic couple, could dance in each other’s arms.

However…

As Josele and Morgen briskly jogged towards the dance hall, they passed by many couples walking arm-in-arm and all dressed up in luxurious gowns and suits. They found the building they were looking for but there was already a woman locking the front door.

“You’re too late, kids,” the woman groaned while walking past them. “Besides, looking like that, you’d only be allowed to spectate. Run along. And maybe take a shower, little lady.”

Morgen saw in the corner of his eye Josele bristle.

“Pardon, that was entirely uncalled for!” Morgen shouted. But the lady pointedly ignored him. “Goodness…”

“Is it just me or do some people act like it’s their job to insult others?” Josele muttered an attempt at a joke. However, her body was still tense.

“I don’t know, Josie. I don’t…”

Morgen shuffled over to a bench situated outside the dance hall and sat down on it, hands on his knees.

So that’s it. I had all these hopes and… Nothing went right. Morgen stared, not at the wall across the street or up to the sky. Just stared. It wasn’t even that complex. I’d treat Josie to nice food, I’d buy her a gift, and then we’d have a first dance as a couple. I couldn’t even manage that. It was doomed from the start when I couldn’t make it back on time.

His hands curled, bunching up the fabric of his tunic. Breathing started to hurt. A salty sting formed in his eyes. His shoulders trembled as he fought the frustration building inside him.

Morgen screwed his eyes shut. What crossed his mind as he shut out the world… The sight of Josele. Her frown when the restaurant host glared at her. Her worry when she sensed Morgen’s anxiety. The way her body tensed up when she was insulted just a moment ago. She kept getting let down that night. And Morgen hadn’t been able to do anything about it.

Dammit. I really am pathetic. Some perfect gentleman, some boyfriend I turned out to be. Maybe Mother and Father are right. If I really was perfect, I wouldn’t have to try so hard to do anything. But I do have to try. And it’s always insufficient. I study daily only to fall behind my peers. My magic is far clumsier than Nacht’s despite all my training. Even now, I tried to treat Josele well but I’ve been passable at best.

As his whole body shook, Morgen took a deep breath. He was about to stand but noticed Josele already sitting beside him, so all he had to do was turn in his spot a little.

“Josele,” he started, his voice coming out as a sore croak. He took her hand between his and squeezed. “You have my deepest apologies. I wanted our first date to be something special, meaningful. This first date was supposed to get our relationship started on the right foot as I showed you a good time and just treated you like a good partner should. You’re so precious to me and I wanted that to be made obvious through all I did for you tonight. However, everything that I had planned to do went wrong. And I readily admit that it was due to my own deficiencies that my best efforts amounted to nothing. To say it concisely, I’m sorry.”

Morgen kept his gaze firmly on Josele as he spoke. He pushed back his tears, telling himself it wasn’t his place to be upset. Meanwhile, Josele’s eyes bore into Morgen, as if digging into and searching his soul. In the moment that he expected Josele to frown or cry, she merely sighed.

“I’m sorry, too,” she whispered. A weak “huh?” left Morgen. “It hurts to see you worry that you’ve done something wrong because things didn’t pan out. But honestly, I don’t care about that.” Placing her other hand on top of his, Josele scooted closer. “Look, Morgen, you don’t have to do or be anything special for me. Your effort is beautiful and I appreciate it but… Being beside you is all I want. You hear me?”

A smile spread across Josele’s features. Morgen realized it was the same shining smile she’d worn multiple times that night.

While eating funnel cakes. When they talked about holding hands as boyfriend and girlfriend. Her sampling the lip stain. Receiving the flower hair pin. When she tested a new way to walk together.

Suddenly, Josele kissed the corner of Morgen’s right eye and like that, the salty sensation that had been building faded. Then she sat back down next to him.

“Sure things weren’t perfect, but they were fun. So thank you for that, Morgen.”

The words repeated in Morgen’s mind.

The date wasn’t perfect.

Morgen wasn’t perfect.

But Josele loved him all the same.

What a fool he was to forget.

It was one of many reasons but Josele accepting Morgen’s imperfect self was why he fell for her. Because she didn’t ask him to meet an impossible standard, he found a joy and freedom he might not have otherwise known. All she wanted was him. In turn, he ended up wanting her.

Morgen threw himself at Josele and embraced her with all his might.

“Josele I…”

With Josele, he could be messy, improper, thoughtless, frustrated. He could be himself.

“I really like the person I’ve become thanks to you…”

Even with Nacht, Morgen hesitated to say what was on his mind and didn’t push his selfish wishes onto his brother.

“Maybe if we didn’t meet, I could’ve become the person I am now…”

Even with Yami, Morgen made sure to to act more carefully and reeled in his friend’s more reckless actions, to protect him and others.

“But I want to be who I am with you beside me!”

Josele didn’t tear down any walls. But she took Morgen by the hand and guided him through the gates that he chose not to pass through on his own.

“I know it doesn’t make sense. But that’s the best way I can say it. So please…” Morgen buried his face in the crook of Josele’s shoulder and heaved out a deep breath. “Can you accept it?”

Two hands came to rest on Morgen’s back. So warm, she felt so warm without burning.

“I’ll gladly accept.”

If Morgen could, he would’ve held Josele tighter. But he really didn’t have any more strength in his arms so he just focused on the way he felt embracing her. The tension in his body had melted away, leaving him feeling loose in the limbs and particularly weak in his legs. He wasn’t sure if it was Josele’s body heat he felt or if his temperature was rising on its own. And, oh, the way his heart raced was unbelievably fast. If he didn’t know for certain that it was because of his love for her, he would’ve thought it painful. But no. It was a wonderfully frantic pace.

That heartbeat was because of Josele. His heart was for Josele. She was the one beloved in his heart.

Josele was Morgen’s heart.

“Can I ask you something?” A part of Morgen ached when he pulled away from her. But an idea had struck him. “Besides the question I just asked, that is.”

“I get what you meant.”

Morgen, a bit unsteady, rose to his feet and offered his hand to Josele.

“May I have the honor of dancing with the most beautiful girl in all of Clover Kingdom?”

“With the handsomest guy in Clover asking to dance, the honor is mine.”

Maybe they were exaggerating. Or maybe they were saying what they believed to be true. It didn’t matter to them.

Josele placed her hand in Morgen’s and rose to step into his arms. Morgen held her a little closer than what was typical in ballroom form. But how else could he enjoy Josele’s warmth?

Without music, their rhythm was off and the bumpy cobblestone street was ill-suited for dancing. But if Morgen and Josele were imperfect, then their dance could be the same.

The two of them circled each other in a crude waltz. Josele’s hair and Morgen’s tunic fluttered in the air as they moved. Morgen felt himself smiling wider than he’d ever smiled before, even compared to when he first confessed to Josele. And he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Josele’s glowing face. He was certain Josele felt the same since not once had her head turned away from him.

The moment was right. Not perfect. But it felt right.

Morgen twirled Josele under his arm then guided her into a dip.

“Josele.” Morgen paused to pant. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

“What is it?” asked Josele. Her eyes, as well as a bit of sweat on her brow, were sparkling under the streetlights.

“The thing is… We started dating and I’ve yet to say something that I should’ve said much sooner.” Morgen began to raise Josele back up. “It’s really embarrassing since it’s only three words but…

“I love you.”

“Morgen…” Josele whispered while placing a hand on his cheek. “I love you, too.”

The space between Morgen and Josele shrunk. For a moment, Morgen saw the blue of his own eyes reflected in Josele’s irises. Then his eyelids fluttered closed. The tips of their noses touched. He became aware of the smell of sweet lemons and the earth. When Josele exhaled, Morgen felt it against his mouth.

Brrrrring!

Morgen threw his head back upon hearing the high-pitched squeal of his communication device.

Brrrrring! Brrrrring!

He only saw Josele’s beet red face for a moment before he let go of her to dig the device out of his pocket.

“Hello? Morgen Faust speaking.”

“Morgen, where the hell are you?!” Yami’s voice played so loud from the magic tool that Morgen dialed the volume down. “Get back here and help me file the damn report on that brawl we dealt with! I’m not getting my pay docked because you slacked off! Seriously man! You ran ahead of me and yet you didn’t write your part of the report?! What the fuck have you been doing?!”

Josele snickered beside Morgen as Yami ranted from the other end of the call.

“… Oh hell no, man. You’re playing hooky with Jo?!”

The noise that came from Morgen would’ve been best described as a squawk. “No! It’s not like that! We’re just out!”

“Oh trust me, you’re gonna be out like a light when I get my hands on you!”

“Pfft. Nice pun,” Josele murmured.

“I am… so sorry, Yami,” was all Morgen could reply with. “I’ll be back within the hour to write up the report.” With that, he hung up and shook his head. “Haha… It was fun while it lasted, I suppose.”

“Definitely!” Josele held onto Morgen with both arms around one of his. “Now let’s get back to base. Oh, and I’ll make sure Yami doesn’t knock you out.”

Laughing, Morgen brought Josele’s head forward to kiss her temple.

“Thank you. And I love you… My heart.”

Morgen didn’t see what face Josele made when he said that but he felt her hold him a bit tighter as they walked. She must’ve liked it. Which was good, because Morgen liked how it felt to say out loud.

Saying “I love you” feels good too. I wonder how many more times I’ll tell Josele I love her. I wonder how many more times I’ll hear it from her.

At the same time, Morgen and Josele beamed at each other.

But no matter the number, I know that’s the feeling we share.

[lyranova]

Hi can you write a college au + coffee shop au fic of delinquent Nacht x f!reader where the dynamic is NOT bad boy x good girl but bad boy x dense girl. Where both of them are college students and reader works part time as a barista. Please include Morgen and Yami as side characters.

Hiya anon, I apologize for the wait! Of course I can, and I did my best to work in Morgen and Yami as side characters. Also this isn’t really as fluffy as most other fics, this is more…neutral I guess? But I still hope you enjoy~!

Taglist: @loosesodamarble

Word Count: 1,315

Warnings: None

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You watched as your newest co-worker, Nacht Faust, struggled with the coffee maker. He cursed and glared as it made a very unsettling hiss, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.

This guy…why on earth did he lie and say he had experience when he clearly did not?!

As you watched him continue to struggle, you couldn’t help but recall the day he had come up to you at school and asked if your parent’s coffee shop still needed another employee. You had told him that they did, and all he did was nod in response and walk away.

It had been really weird; but then again Nacht had always been weird ever since you two were kids, so it wasn’t really a surprise. But after he came up to you the next day and announced that you two were co-workers now as well as classmates you had been surprised!

You sighed and shook your head, you couldn’t believe that your parents had agreed to hire one of the most well known delinquents in town. But at the same time, you knew that your parents had a soft spot for him…

And so did you.

“ Good morning you two!” Morgen Faust greeted happily as he walked into the shop.

“ I wouldn’t say their morning is ‘good’ if that sound is any indication.” Yami Sukehiro, the other delinquent in town and Nacht’s friend, said as he winced at the awful hissing sound.

“ And I wouldn’t say your morning will be good if you don’t shut up.” Nacht muttered in irritation as he glanced at his chuckling friend.

You rolled your eyes before quickly greeting Morgen, ignoring Yami, and walking over to Nacht.

“ Here,” You began as you walked up behind him. “ You gotta do it like this.” You instructed as you reached around, grabbed his hands, and began to show him how the coffee machine worked.

“ I’ve got it,” He muttered, his voice quiet but as he turned away you swore you saw his cheeks were now bright pink.

You tilted your head, why was his face red? Did he maybe get too warm working with the coffee machine?

“ You sure?” You asked, and when he gave you a nod you released his hands and stepped away from him, walked out from behind the counter, and walked towards Morgen and Yami.

“ I take it that training isn’t going well?” Morgen asked you with a nervous laugh, and you shook your head.

“ Nope, not at all,” You sighed as more cursing and a loud crash could be heard from Nacht.

“ It could be worse,” Yami began as he leaned back in his seat. “ He could’ve burnt down the coffee shop already.”

“ Don’t say that, or he just might!” You exclaimed in panic, an image of the coffee shop burning down flashing in your mind. Yami laughed while Morgen just shook his head.

“ To be honest, I really don’t understand why he applied here,” You admitted after a moment. “ I mean, I know he needed a job…but why did he apply here of all places?”

“ Hm, I wonder,” Morgen hummed mysteriously, his eyes telling you he knew exactly why his twin had applied there.

But lucky you didn’t have to wait very long to hear the reason.

“ He applied here because he likes you, you idiot,” Yami explained as he crossed his arms.

You stared at the pair for a moment, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to process what he had just said, but then you laughed.

“ That’s a good one Yami, you should make jokes like that more often!” You laughed as you patted his shoulder.

Morgen and Yami exchanged a look.

“ He…isn’t joking,” Morgen admitted hesitantly, his eyes now holding a serious look in them. “ That was the sole reason he applied here.”

“ That punk wanted to find an excuse to spend more time with you outside of school,” Yami added.

“ You…really didn’t know?” Morgen asked softly, and you shook your head slowly.

That didn’t make sense; Nacht, your childhood friend, liked you?! There was no way that was true…

But as you began to put all the pieces together, everything made sense. He would act hot and cold with you, he would say and do things that felt a little out of character for him, and whenever you got too close or held his hands like you did a moment ago his face would turn red and he would look nervous.

He liked you…

“ Why?” You muttered in confusion, you brows furrowing.

“ Why what?” Morgen and Yami asked in equal confusion.

“ Why does he like me? Out of all people?” You asked them in disbelief, and Yami shrugged.

“ I dunno, why don’t you go ask him?” Yami suggested, with Morgen nodding in agreement.

But you just stood there; your mind going a mile a minute as you tried to decide what to do, when suddenly another loud crash rang out through the coffee shop as a couple of mugs broke.

“ I…I-I need to get back to work,” You muttered as you walked away from your friends and went back behind the counter.

And for the rest of the day your mind was completely filled with nothing but Nacht and this new revelation.

“ You okay? You’ve been acting weird since this morning.” Nacht asked as the two of you stood outside the now closed coffee shop. He always walked you home after work, claiming that it was dangerous for you to walk home by yourself late at night.

You had laughed, saying that you could handle yourself, and he agreed but said that it didn’t hurt to have someone watching your back just in case.

But now that entire memory looked completely different than it had before…

“ Yeah, I’m fine.” You told him softly as you finished locking the shop and turned around to face the street.

Nacht’s eyes narrowed, not believing you for a second, and just as he was about to tell you so you spoke up.

“ Do you like me?”

He felt his heart stop dead in his chest at your question, and as he slowly turned to face you he noticed you were still staring out at the street.

“ Where did you hear that from?”

“ Yami and Morgen.”

“ Tsk, those two...” He muttered in irritation as he also turned to face the street. When he got back to the dorms he was definitely going to give them an earful, especially Yami!

The air quickly became thick and awkward as you and Nacht stood there, but eventually he sighed.

“ Yeah, I like you,” He admitted softly, his gaze drifting towards the ground.

You hummed.

“ Do…you also like me?” He asked you hesitantly, his voice even softer than before. The tone sounded nervous, and slightly afraid.

“ I don’t know,” You admitted softly as your gaze also drifted towards the ground. “ Everything feels…different now between us.”

Nacht nodded slowly.

“ A good different, or a bad different?” He asked as he looked over at you, trying to gauge your emotions through your expressions, but you weren’t giving anything away.

“ I think…it’s a good different,” You admitted softly, your brows furrowing in thought. Nacht let out a soft breath he hadn’t realized that he was holding.

It wasn’t a direct confirmation, but it wasn’t an outright rejection either.

“ I think we’ll have to spend more time together for me to figure it out,” You told him as you finally looked up and turned to face him. “ Is that alright?”

Nacht’s eyes widened and his brows raised in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and he looked away shyly.

“ I think I can work you into my schedule,” He said with a small grin.

“ Great! So should we have dinner tomorrow after work?”

Nacht turned to face you again, his grin widening, and his head nodding in agreement.

“ I think I can make that work.”

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

[funky-sea-cryptid]

1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 17, 23 (primes)

HI ANDY HELLO !!!

1-the character everyone gets wrong

patri. he's not evil he was a) influenced by a devil b) a fifteen year old when he died and c) has actively tried to make up for what he's done even though he was in (mostly) full possession of his wits. he's not evil. he's literally mislead and turned around and then got TORTURED FOR IT??? he's just a guy also he's gay let him go your honor (i am smote by damnatio kira)

2-a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

FINRAL WOULD NEVERRRR TOP HE'S. ITS PART OF HIS CHARACTER THAT HE IS A WET RAG AND A PUSHOVER AND FOR ALL HIS WHINING ABOUT BEING EVERYONES SENIOR HE LETS THEM DO WHATEVER THEY WANT. if finral roulacase had to give orders in the bedroom he would burst into tears. he can't give orders to people in his squad who out here thinks he could top????

3-screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

you ever seen those "he would not fucking say that" posts? uh yeah. nacht faust is a RAT he would not be calling ANYONE some sweet pet name like 'angel' or whatever he's just. the way he shows affection is CANONICALLY insulting people.

5-worst discord server and why

i have never been in an official fandom server i guess? i am in one with my friends and my beloved right now and it's very good. im not fit to answer this question in conclusion. arson server is very nice :D

7-what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

im gonna be real here all the characters i dislike are because they do some fuckshit in canon,,,, i just hate them more if i see people doing some shit ig?

11-number of fandom-related words you've filtered

zero!

17-there should be more of this type of fic/art

finral fallen angel imagery but also put him in a dress. transfem finral is real and true to ME. also bird imagery finral based :D

23-ship you've unwillingly come around to

disaster trio but only when wild writes it bc i trust wild

[bowandcurtsey]

nacht faust x bokuto reader.....

i started reading this and the other reader headcannons gravely and only remembered one thing..........

IN ANOTHER LIFE........."I WANNA BE YOUR GIRL"

imagine the other bulls reading this and going into ✨️chaos✨️ mode because they think the reader is actually seriously ill while

nacht and the reader are like : ......?"

Speaking of which, is there a strawberry poke there?

Abelllllll hello! *hugs*

Wait what? Hold up. Nacht and Bokuto is kinda similar to Akaashi x Bokuto

Or Yami x Nacht , no? 😂

What’s the fic you’re reading! It feels oddly familiar, like I’ve seen it somewhere before

WHATS WITH IN ANOTHER LIFE ?? Sounds kinda like an angst content hahaha

STRAWBERRY POKE WHERE! 🍓🍓

Abelll you’re sending me in chaos early in the morning 😂