#nachtsele

[kalolasart]

So I made a few more...

Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble

Neva belongs to @lyranova

Solara belongs to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Asta/Noelle Silva, Asta & Yuno (Black Clover), Yuno (Black Clover)/Original Female Character(s), Fuegoleon Vermillion/Original Female Character(s), Nozel Silva/Original Female Character(s), Nacht Faust/Original Female Character(s), Noelle Silva & Mimosa Vermillion, Vanessa Enoteca & Finral Roulacase, Nozel Silva & Fuegoleon Vermillion, William Vangeance/Original Female Character(s), Vanessa Enoteca/Original Male Character(s), Leopold Vermillion/Original Female Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Asta (Black Clover), Yuno (Black Clover), Noelle Silva, Mimosa Vermillion, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva, Mereoleona Vermillion, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), William Vangeance, Julius Novachrono, Vanessa Enoteca, Finral Roulacase, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Yami Sukehiro, Jack the Ripper (Black Clover), Nacht Faust, Morgen Faust, Leopold Vermillion Additional Tags: black clover au, Romance, Action/Adventure, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Background Relationships, Jaegers (Pacific Rim), Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, The Drift (Pacific Rim), Kaiju (Pacific Rim), Pacific Rim - Freeform, Tell us if we missed something Summary:

Pacific Rim Black Clover Au

One day, when the world least expected it, monsters begun to crawl from the depths of the Pacific Ocean onto the Earth. And as a response, humanity had to adapt to fight against the gargantuan beasts. Beasts of their own out of metal and wire and steel, but with the determination and courage of the human heart. Jaegers, piloted by humans, as the first line of defence, against Kaijus. But the life of a Jaeger pilot isn't easy. They live at the edge of the world, shielding the people behind them. Providing shelter and support. Who thought to ask if they need support in return? This is a story of choices, of love and decisions, when the stakes are higher than just a broken heart.

This fic will be told from multiple perspectives and will circle around few stories happening simultaneously. Neva and Zera belong to @lyranova Solara belongs to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare Briar and Pucelle belong to @koneko-pi Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble  Helena and Gabriel are mine 

[kalolasfantasyworld]

As Zera was looking around she had to admit it did not take her look until her gaze landed on her friends Helena and Nozel. Even among the masquerade costumes and ballgowns they managed to stick out and nobody would even think to mistake them for anyone else. They did not get the memo of trying to stay anonymous. On the contrary the giant feathers that Helena had attached to her mask just screamed Silva House and Nozel’s mercury one besides covering only half of his face was made out of mercury. 

Nobles would step to the side after short greetings with the lady of the House and her silent partner, who only spared them a nod. 

Then Zera’s eyes met with those of her friend. Helena perked up right away and curtsied at a noble she was interacting with at the moment. Pulling her husband behind her she quickly made her way towards the group. 

“Hola everyone! Splendid party, or at least the first fifteen minutes of it,” Helena flashed them a smile. Nozel just nodded in greeting standing behind his wife. 

“It was rather refreshing to do something other than work,” Solara smirked knowingly at her husband, who responded with a similar expression. His eyes lovingly cascading over her features. 

“Events such as this one can still be considered work,” Nozel stated. “We should present ourselves with utmost grace and sophistication-“

“Which we are doing splendidly, mi amor,” Helena interrupted him not allowing Nozel to dampen the mood, “while having fun.”

“Fun is always welcome,” Zera giggled. “I’m enjoying it so far.”

“So far we’ve only been in each other’s presence,” Nacht pointed out.

“And I don’t see why that has to end,” Josele added. 

“If anything we can mingle with others and then meet up for a breather,” Helena smiled. 

“As if you get tired of interacting with nobility,” William placed his hand on his wife’s waist and puller her closer. 

“You’re right I don’t,” she grinned. “I’m naturally charming and a people person, but this one does,” Helena nudged her husband playfully to which he responded with a too well practiced eye roll. “At some point the resting bitch face gets to the point when everyone is too scared to approach us.”

“A moment of silence,” Nacht said. “Intimidation comes in handy.” 

“There are moments it’s useful and moments it’s not,” Fuegoleon commented. “A ball should be one where it’s not needed.”

“Unless you want to clear the floor,” Zera flashed them a smile. 

“Unless you want to clear the floor to show off your amazing spouse,” Fuegoleon added once again gazing at his wife. 

“Speaking of dancing the dance floor seems rather empty so far,” William said. 

“Would you like to change that?” Zera nudged him playfully. 

“Maybe in a moment,” he responded. 

“The breather is nice,” Josele commented. 

“And we can continue scanning the ballroom,” Solara said. 

Masquerade ball

This is my initial entry to Lyra's 1k follower/Halloween event taking place through @blackclover-emc

I welcome interactions to this post~!

Entry length ~1.1k Pairing: Fuegoleon x Solara (OC) Summary of entry: Just some flirting on the way to the ballroom Picture: From pinterest Art (at the end): My own

Sun was setting behind the horizon, which painted the sky in various hues of red and purple that turned into the blue that would eventually become the canvas of the night sky. Eventually this canvas would bring out the lights of the castle out far better than they were now, in this dim light of autumn dusk. The light that was illuminated by the chandeliers and candelabras; the sea of candles in the hallways and the staircases, even before they way lead to the ballroom itself; the place where the Halloween ball would take place.

Each guest had been instructed to wear a mask, which was perfectly on theme with Halloween, and masquerade balls weren’t unknown to nobility. If anything. It was a novelty, which was approached very differently by various individuals.

Some sought to choose their masks and outfits in a manner that deemed them unlikely to be themselves, while others… continued to thrive in the palettes and motifs that they wore every day. But no matter the approach, it was a welcomed twist to a regular function.

A night away from duties and reports and paperwork and worry.

Something both Solara and Fuegoleon had been looking forward to. Even though the evening could have been spent in resting. But. Evening such as this didn’t come around too often, so it’d be worth it.

“What are you looking forward to the most?” She asked as they climbed up the stairs, as she was holding onto the hem of her golden dress with her left hand, and kept her right hooked with his.

He replied with a thoughtful hum. “Perhaps… the cocktail hour after dancing. The sun has set by then, and it serves a good moment to sit down, have a drink, enjoy the delicacies and…”

“Just be?” She gave him a glance as a smirk decorated her lips.

“Precisely,” he nodded with a smile of his own.

“And here I thought you would have been most interested in the treasure hunt. Or the dancing,” she half teased, as her heels clicked against the marble floor of one of the landings on their way up.

“The dancing is marvelous as well,” he chuckled. “But… I prefer alone time with you,” he stopped in the middle of the landing, took her hand, and lifted it to his lips.

Her head turned to him, and found his eyes, which stayed locked in his as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. The gaze; the eyes, which were filled with intent and devotion, as if it was the only thing he saw. A rather ravenous gaze best given out of the ballroom.

“And here I though you enjoyed showing how well we dance together,” she teased again, while leaning a bit forward; the words falling from her lips like decadent, soft, silk, or perhaps rich taffeta. Or a bit of both. Something he wished to taste on his lips, despite the taste being very familiar to him.

But. It was a taste that he could never get enough of.

“I do,” his tone was hushed but low, almost a growl. “There is a purpose to it,” he added. “And the purpose is to show who is my wife, and who is mine out of her own volition.”

“So ‘don’t get in the way’?” She teased again, while placing her hand onto his cheek.

He nodded, blinking as he did.

“As if I’d have eyes for anyone else,” she said while taking half of a step closer, and pressed her forehead against his.

“I know,” he told her with a whisper, as if a pledge. “But I’m-“

“Territorial, I know, I know,” she told with amusement. “Easy there, lion.”

He leaned back and let out a laugh. “Never did I think there’d be a day when you tell me to behave, my love.”

“I think it to be only fair,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb. “After all, you’ve started completing my sentences more, so perhaps it ought to be my turn to tell you to behave.” There was joke in there, in the gentle, amused, affection of her tone. But it was wrapped in the tender emotions that still vibrated through the gilded threads of fate, now spun into ropes.

“Don’t I always?” He mused to himself as his hand moved to tuck a nonexistent lock of hair behind her ear.

“Most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Most of the time,” she nodded. “And when you don’t, you’re defending something or someone, so… I can’t condemn you,” she uttered and leaned forward to place a kiss onto his lips.

A single, refined kiss. Her lips took a hold of his lower one, as if to assure him, that she wasn’t going anywhere. That she’d stay there, and adore him the best she could. Through the thick and thin. Not that life could throw anything more their way than what had already passed.

And throughout it all, they had worked through it. Chosen to love each other, despite the adversity. Because being in love was a choice, as much as it was the feeling of love itself.

“We’ll be late,” she noted while leaning back, but her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, speaking of what she wished for more.

“One more before we go?” A careful wish.

And she would have deemed herself cruel, had she not granted him her wish.

Which is why she leaned closer again, and pressed another onto his lips. One that was more secure in its grasp than the previous.

But as she leaned away, he stole one more; a quick peck onto her lips.

And she smiled.

“It’s a good thing you’ve hidden a part of your handsomeness behind that mask,” she teased as she ran her fingers along the lapels of his coat.

“I would return the sentiment, but there is no hiding your beauty, even under that mask,” he told her. Without missing a beat. Without a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re going to have to stop being so charming for a moment,” she smiled.

And he chuckled.

Just chuckled and pressed another kiss onto the back of her hand, before offering his arm out to her.

“Shall we?” He inquired as she linked her arm together with his again, and nodded.

And so, they continued to ascend the stairs towards the ballroom, to meet whoever they’d come across.

~~~~

[loosesodamarble]

I've come to hurt you. Muahahaha

Morgsele or Nachtsele?

Fool. You think you can hurt me?/lh

Morgsele, easily.

Morgen is such a sweetheart gentleman to Josele. And Josele gives him so much love and tenderness in turn. They don't need to try to hard for each other, but they do try their very best. Because they love each other and they want to try for each other. Morgen and Josele can have their silly little moments like dancing in the rain together. They have their ups and downs, too, but their love and trust in each other sees them through.

Bruh the feels I felt while writing the wedding fiiiiiiic! They're so in love I just can't with them! I churned that baby out so quick because khsdauisrth! The brainrot was strong with that one!

Also Morgsele is a little more compelling to me because Nacht and Josele's relationship isn't really actively challenged when they get together. Morgen's dead and wasn't coming back as far as they knew. Josele was with Morgen and actively devoted herself to Morgen alone despite Nacht also being in her life and her wanting him. Yes, I could say that Josele could've further devoted herself to Morgen by choosing not to be in a relationship with Nacht ever, but boooooo!

Though I state that canonically, Josele's love for Morgen and Nacht is equal, I personally like Morgen x Josele just a liiiiiiiittle bit more.

Morgen x Josele is just so fluffy and feel good and kjhasiugashrkasrjtn!

[kalolasfantasyworld]

In chapter one introducing Asta, Solara and Neva!

Girls belong to: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @lyranova

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Asta/Noelle Silva, Asta & Yuno (Black Clover), Yuno (Black Clover)/Original Female Character(s), Fuegoleon Vermillion/Original Female Character(s), Nozel Silva/Original Female Character(s), Nacht Faust/Original Female Character(s), Noelle Silva & Mimosa Vermillion, Vanessa Enoteca & Finral Roulacase, Nozel Silva & Fuegoleon Vermillion, William Vangeance/Original Female Character(s), Vanessa Enoteca/Original Male Character(s), Leopold Vermillion/Original Female Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Asta (Black Clover), Yuno (Black Clover), Noelle Silva, Mimosa Vermillion, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva, Mereoleona Vermillion, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), William Vangeance, Julius Novachrono, Vanessa Enoteca, Finral Roulacase, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Yami Sukehiro, Jack the Ripper (Black Clover), Nacht Faust, Morgen Faust, Leopold Vermillion Additional Tags: black clover au, Romance, Action/Adventure, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Background Relationships, Jaegers (Pacific Rim), Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, The Drift (Pacific Rim), Kaiju (Pacific Rim), Pacific Rim - Freeform, Tell us if we missed something Summary:

Pacific Rim Black Clover Au

One day, when the world least expected it, monsters begun to crawl from the depths of the Pacific Ocean onto the Earth. And as a response, humanity had to adapt to fight against the gargantuan beasts. Beasts of their own out of metal and wire and steel, but with the determination and courage of the human heart. Jaegers, piloted by humans, as the first line of defence, against Kaijus. But the life of a Jaeger pilot isn’t easy. They live at the edge of the world, shielding the people behind them. Providing shelter and support. Who thought to ask if they need support in return? This is a story of choices, of love and decisions, when the stakes are higher than just a broken heart.

This fic will be told from multiple perspectives and will circle around few stories happening simultaneously. Neva and Zera belong to @lyranova Solara belongs to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare Briar and Pucelle belong to @koneko-pi Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble  Helena and Gabriel are mine 

[vilandel]

And she immediately discovered another familiar figure. Not because she was too recognizable like Helena and Nozel, nor was it because of her beautiful lavender hair falling like a waterfall on her back. It also wasn't because of the familiar white teddy bear with the pink bow.

Lavendel Neuschwanstein, the new queen of Diamond, was easy to recognize because she was so wonderfully adorable.

"I think the new queen of Diamond is already gracing us with her presence," Solara smiled and waved at Lavendel. The young queen waved back, immediately coming towards them.

"Thank goodness, at least one capable ruler will be present," Nacht sighed. King Augustus wasn't in the ballroom yet, but it shouldn't be long until he was.

Solara couldn't help but chuckle. It really said a lot if between Augustus and Lavendel, everyone would find that the child was a more capable ruler than the adult.

"Phew, glad to see some familiar faces despite the masks," Lavendel said as she joined the couples. She wore a beautiful puffy dress, dark purple with silver butterfly embroideries at the bottom and little Diamond symbols sprinkled here and there on the rest of the dress. The mask she was wearing also had the shape of a butterfly, in the same dark purple as her gown with little silver patterns, but not covering her forehead and the three gems on it. Her lavender hair was hold back by a little, simple diadem, silver with purple diamond.

"Good evening, Lavendel," Nozel said, smiling softly at the little Diamond Queen. For any other ruler, he would have been way more formal and called them your Majesty, but like everyone else, he was very fond of Lavendel.

"Oh, this is such a beautiful dress," Zera said, bowing down a bit to touch the gown. "Purple is clearly your color and you look so elegant."

"Thank you, lady Zera," Lavendel replied, blushing at the compliment and holding her teddy a bit more tightly than probably needed.

"Are you nervous?" Fuegoleon asked, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Solara smiled at her husband, loving how fatherly he was with the little queen. Which Lavendel needed so much, as her own parents never dared to see more in their daughter than a heir.

"If I weren't, I wouldn't have taken Fluffy with me," Lavendel giggled, holding her teddy up. "It is only the second ball in my life, the first one was my coronation and... that one was quite a lot already."

"I understand," Helena said, giving Lavendel a reassuring smile. "But this time, you won't be the center of attention, if it helps you a bit."

"It does, thank you lady Helena."

"I think it would have been easier somehow if there would be more children your age present," William said, taking Lavendels hand.

"Maybe there will be," Solara replied, stroking Lavendels wavy hair. "It is only the beginning."

Indeed, more people were coming in. So, she tried again to recognize some of the guests.

Masquerade ball

This is my initial entry to Lyra's 1k follower/Halloween event taking place through @blackclover-emc

I welcome interactions to this post~!

Entry length ~1.1k Pairing: Fuegoleon x Solara (OC) Summary of entry: Just some flirting on the way to the ballroom Picture: From pinterest Art (at the end): My own

Sun was setting behind the horizon, which painted the sky in various hues of red and purple that turned into the blue that would eventually become the canvas of the night sky. Eventually this canvas would bring out the lights of the castle out far better than they were now, in this dim light of autumn dusk. The light that was illuminated by the chandeliers and candelabras; the sea of candles in the hallways and the staircases, even before they way lead to the ballroom itself; the place where the Halloween ball would take place.

Each guest had been instructed to wear a mask, which was perfectly on theme with Halloween, and masquerade balls weren’t unknown to nobility. If anything. It was a novelty, which was approached very differently by various individuals.

Some sought to choose their masks and outfits in a manner that deemed them unlikely to be themselves, while others… continued to thrive in the palettes and motifs that they wore every day. But no matter the approach, it was a welcomed twist to a regular function.

A night away from duties and reports and paperwork and worry.

Something both Solara and Fuegoleon had been looking forward to. Even though the evening could have been spent in resting. But. Evening such as this didn’t come around too often, so it’d be worth it.

“What are you looking forward to the most?” She asked as they climbed up the stairs, as she was holding onto the hem of her golden dress with her left hand, and kept her right hooked with his.

He replied with a thoughtful hum. “Perhaps… the cocktail hour after dancing. The sun has set by then, and it serves a good moment to sit down, have a drink, enjoy the delicacies and…”

“Just be?” She gave him a glance as a smirk decorated her lips.

“Precisely,” he nodded with a smile of his own.

“And here I thought you would have been most interested in the treasure hunt. Or the dancing,” she half teased, as her heels clicked against the marble floor of one of the landings on their way up.

“The dancing is marvelous as well,” he chuckled. “But… I prefer alone time with you,” he stopped in the middle of the landing, took her hand, and lifted it to his lips.

Her head turned to him, and found his eyes, which stayed locked in his as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. The gaze; the eyes, which were filled with intent and devotion, as if it was the only thing he saw. A rather ravenous gaze best given out of the ballroom.

“And here I though you enjoyed showing how well we dance together,” she teased again, while leaning a bit forward; the words falling from her lips like decadent, soft, silk, or perhaps rich taffeta. Or a bit of both. Something he wished to taste on his lips, despite the taste being very familiar to him.

But. It was a taste that he could never get enough of.

“I do,” his tone was hushed but low, almost a growl. “There is a purpose to it,” he added. “And the purpose is to show who is my wife, and who is mine out of her own volition.”

“So ‘don’t get in the way’?” She teased again, while placing her hand onto his cheek.

He nodded, blinking as he did.

“As if I’d have eyes for anyone else,” she said while taking half of a step closer, and pressed her forehead against his.

“I know,” he told her with a whisper, as if a pledge. “But I’m-“

“Territorial, I know, I know,” she told with amusement. “Easy there, lion.”

He leaned back and let out a laugh. “Never did I think there’d be a day when you tell me to behave, my love.”

“I think it to be only fair,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb. “After all, you’ve started completing my sentences more, so perhaps it ought to be my turn to tell you to behave.” There was joke in there, in the gentle, amused, affection of her tone. But it was wrapped in the tender emotions that still vibrated through the gilded threads of fate, now spun into ropes.

“Don’t I always?” He mused to himself as his hand moved to tuck a nonexistent lock of hair behind her ear.

“Most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Most of the time,” she nodded. “And when you don’t, you’re defending something or someone, so… I can’t condemn you,” she uttered and leaned forward to place a kiss onto his lips.

A single, refined kiss. Her lips took a hold of his lower one, as if to assure him, that she wasn’t going anywhere. That she’d stay there, and adore him the best she could. Through the thick and thin. Not that life could throw anything more their way than what had already passed.

And throughout it all, they had worked through it. Chosen to love each other, despite the adversity. Because being in love was a choice, as much as it was the feeling of love itself.

“We’ll be late,” she noted while leaning back, but her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, speaking of what she wished for more.

“One more before we go?” A careful wish.

And she would have deemed herself cruel, had she not granted him her wish.

Which is why she leaned closer again, and pressed another onto his lips. One that was more secure in its grasp than the previous.

But as she leaned away, he stole one more; a quick peck onto her lips.

And she smiled.

“It’s a good thing you’ve hidden a part of your handsomeness behind that mask,” she teased as she ran her fingers along the lapels of his coat.

“I would return the sentiment, but there is no hiding your beauty, even under that mask,” he told her. Without missing a beat. Without a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re going to have to stop being so charming for a moment,” she smiled.

And he chuckled.

Just chuckled and pressed another kiss onto the back of her hand, before offering his arm out to her.

“Shall we?” He inquired as she linked her arm together with his again, and nodded.

And so, they continued to ascend the stairs towards the ballroom, to meet whoever they’d come across.

~~~~

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

"I wonder who that is," Lavendel spoke out loud while looking towards the other side of the room where a man in a green suit was talking to a woman in a purple gown.

Despite trying to appear discrete, there was ... something about them that made one's attention draw to them. Or then perhaps it was simply the colour of the dress that stood out to Lavendel; perhaps a kindred spirit of a kind.

"That would be the King and Queen of Spade," Solara smiled, to which Fuegoleon nodded.

"This years ball is fortunate enough to host people from most of the suit countries," he continued.

"Most?" Lavendel looked at him. "You mean Queen Lolopechika isn't attending?"

"Her reply was ...inconclusive," Nozel factually stated.

"But we hope that she'll show up," Helena smiled.

"And we hope that King Clover is down with food poisoning," Zera uttered under her breath, making William choke.

Lavendel giggled.

"Zera!" William insisted with a muffled shout.

"What?!" She exclaimed. "All I did was say what everyone was thinking."

"If we're all thinking about it, then there is no point in saying it," William tried.

"This is a fight you're not going to win," Josele noted at William.

And he... ducked his head, as if to say that he knew as much. Which made the men around them give him sympathetic looks. They all knew that when their wives teamed up, there was no winning.

"And she's not exactly wrong," Nacht commented. "The sentiment is shared not only across classes, but countries as well."

"We're lucky to have such good relations to neighbouring countries," Nozel said, leaving the quiet part of the sentence unsaid.

Masquerade ball

This is my initial entry to Lyra's 1k follower/Halloween event taking place through @blackclover-emc

I welcome interactions to this post~!

Entry length ~1.1k Pairing: Fuegoleon x Solara (OC) Summary of entry: Just some flirting on the way to the ballroom Picture: From pinterest Art (at the end): My own

Sun was setting behind the horizon, which painted the sky in various hues of red and purple that turned into the blue that would eventually become the canvas of the night sky. Eventually this canvas would bring out the lights of the castle out far better than they were now, in this dim light of autumn dusk. The light that was illuminated by the chandeliers and candelabras; the sea of candles in the hallways and the staircases, even before they way lead to the ballroom itself; the place where the Halloween ball would take place.

Each guest had been instructed to wear a mask, which was perfectly on theme with Halloween, and masquerade balls weren’t unknown to nobility. If anything. It was a novelty, which was approached very differently by various individuals.

Some sought to choose their masks and outfits in a manner that deemed them unlikely to be themselves, while others… continued to thrive in the palettes and motifs that they wore every day. But no matter the approach, it was a welcomed twist to a regular function.

A night away from duties and reports and paperwork and worry.

Something both Solara and Fuegoleon had been looking forward to. Even though the evening could have been spent in resting. But. Evening such as this didn’t come around too often, so it’d be worth it.

“What are you looking forward to the most?” She asked as they climbed up the stairs, as she was holding onto the hem of her golden dress with her left hand, and kept her right hooked with his.

He replied with a thoughtful hum. “Perhaps… the cocktail hour after dancing. The sun has set by then, and it serves a good moment to sit down, have a drink, enjoy the delicacies and…”

“Just be?” She gave him a glance as a smirk decorated her lips.

“Precisely,” he nodded with a smile of his own.

“And here I thought you would have been most interested in the treasure hunt. Or the dancing,” she half teased, as her heels clicked against the marble floor of one of the landings on their way up.

“The dancing is marvelous as well,” he chuckled. “But… I prefer alone time with you,” he stopped in the middle of the landing, took her hand, and lifted it to his lips.

Her head turned to him, and found his eyes, which stayed locked in his as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. The gaze; the eyes, which were filled with intent and devotion, as if it was the only thing he saw. A rather ravenous gaze best given out of the ballroom.

“And here I though you enjoyed showing how well we dance together,” she teased again, while leaning a bit forward; the words falling from her lips like decadent, soft, silk, or perhaps rich taffeta. Or a bit of both. Something he wished to taste on his lips, despite the taste being very familiar to him.

But. It was a taste that he could never get enough of.

“I do,” his tone was hushed but low, almost a growl. “There is a purpose to it,” he added. “And the purpose is to show who is my wife, and who is mine out of her own volition.”

“So ‘don’t get in the way’?” She teased again, while placing her hand onto his cheek.

He nodded, blinking as he did.

“As if I’d have eyes for anyone else,” she said while taking half of a step closer, and pressed her forehead against his.

“I know,” he told her with a whisper, as if a pledge. “But I’m-“

“Territorial, I know, I know,” she told with amusement. “Easy there, lion.”

He leaned back and let out a laugh. “Never did I think there’d be a day when you tell me to behave, my love.”

“I think it to be only fair,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb. “After all, you’ve started completing my sentences more, so perhaps it ought to be my turn to tell you to behave.” There was joke in there, in the gentle, amused, affection of her tone. But it was wrapped in the tender emotions that still vibrated through the gilded threads of fate, now spun into ropes.

“Don’t I always?” He mused to himself as his hand moved to tuck a nonexistent lock of hair behind her ear.

“Most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Most of the time,” she nodded. “And when you don’t, you’re defending something or someone, so… I can’t condemn you,” she uttered and leaned forward to place a kiss onto his lips.

A single, refined kiss. Her lips took a hold of his lower one, as if to assure him, that she wasn’t going anywhere. That she’d stay there, and adore him the best she could. Through the thick and thin. Not that life could throw anything more their way than what had already passed.

And throughout it all, they had worked through it. Chosen to love each other, despite the adversity. Because being in love was a choice, as much as it was the feeling of love itself.

“We’ll be late,” she noted while leaning back, but her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, speaking of what she wished for more.

“One more before we go?” A careful wish.

And she would have deemed herself cruel, had she not granted him her wish.

Which is why she leaned closer again, and pressed another onto his lips. One that was more secure in its grasp than the previous.

But as she leaned away, he stole one more; a quick peck onto her lips.

And she smiled.

“It’s a good thing you’ve hidden a part of your handsomeness behind that mask,” she teased as she ran her fingers along the lapels of his coat.

“I would return the sentiment, but there is no hiding your beauty, even under that mask,” he told her. Without missing a beat. Without a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re going to have to stop being so charming for a moment,” she smiled.

And he chuckled.

Just chuckled and pressed another kiss onto the back of her hand, before offering his arm out to her.

“Shall we?” He inquired as she linked her arm together with his again, and nodded.

And so, they continued to ascend the stairs towards the ballroom, to meet whoever they’d come across.

~~~~

[lyranova]

“ Nothing yet, I’m afraid,” William told Briar with a small shrug.

“ But give it time,” Zera began with a smirk as she wrapped an arm around Briar’s waist to help keep her steady on her feet.

“ I’m sure something exciting will happen if Nora and Kito have anything to say about it!” Zera continued, raising her voice slightly so it would carry far enough for the King and Queen of Spade to hear her.

Fuegoleon couldn’t help but let out a small sigh at her words as Solara chuckled softly behind her hand.

“ Oh, are the young Lords and Ladies of the houses also attending the ball?” Lavdendel asked excitedly as her eyes began to scan the ballroom.

“ A few of them are, yes,” Nozel said as he also took a small sip of his drink.

“ Maybe you’ll get to meet a few of them later this evening!” Josele said with a gentle smile.

“ I would love that!” Lavendel replied cheerfully as she clutched her teddy bear tightly to her chest.

“ Maybe they’ll even manage to liven up this party with a few antics!” Briar suggested with a giggle.

“ Hopefully none of those antics will involve my children,” A calm, quiet voice suddenly spoke behind them.

The group turned around to see the King and Queen of Spade, Yuno and Neva Grinberryall, walking towards them; their green suit and purple dress complimenting each other as much as the couple themself did.

Masquerade ball

This is my initial entry to Lyra's 1k follower/Halloween event taking place through @blackclover-emc

I welcome interactions to this post~!

Entry length ~1.1k Pairing: Fuegoleon x Solara (OC) Summary of entry: Just some flirting on the way to the ballroom Picture: From pinterest Art (at the end): My own

Sun was setting behind the horizon, which painted the sky in various hues of red and purple that turned into the blue that would eventually become the canvas of the night sky. Eventually this canvas would bring out the lights of the castle out far better than they were now, in this dim light of autumn dusk. The light that was illuminated by the chandeliers and candelabras; the sea of candles in the hallways and the staircases, even before they way lead to the ballroom itself; the place where the Halloween ball would take place.

Each guest had been instructed to wear a mask, which was perfectly on theme with Halloween, and masquerade balls weren’t unknown to nobility. If anything. It was a novelty, which was approached very differently by various individuals.

Some sought to choose their masks and outfits in a manner that deemed them unlikely to be themselves, while others… continued to thrive in the palettes and motifs that they wore every day. But no matter the approach, it was a welcomed twist to a regular function.

A night away from duties and reports and paperwork and worry.

Something both Solara and Fuegoleon had been looking forward to. Even though the evening could have been spent in resting. But. Evening such as this didn’t come around too often, so it’d be worth it.

“What are you looking forward to the most?” She asked as they climbed up the stairs, as she was holding onto the hem of her golden dress with her left hand, and kept her right hooked with his.

He replied with a thoughtful hum. “Perhaps… the cocktail hour after dancing. The sun has set by then, and it serves a good moment to sit down, have a drink, enjoy the delicacies and…”

“Just be?” She gave him a glance as a smirk decorated her lips.

“Precisely,” he nodded with a smile of his own.

“And here I thought you would have been most interested in the treasure hunt. Or the dancing,” she half teased, as her heels clicked against the marble floor of one of the landings on their way up.

“The dancing is marvelous as well,” he chuckled. “But… I prefer alone time with you,” he stopped in the middle of the landing, took her hand, and lifted it to his lips.

Her head turned to him, and found his eyes, which stayed locked in his as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. The gaze; the eyes, which were filled with intent and devotion, as if it was the only thing he saw. A rather ravenous gaze best given out of the ballroom.

“And here I though you enjoyed showing how well we dance together,” she teased again, while leaning a bit forward; the words falling from her lips like decadent, soft, silk, or perhaps rich taffeta. Or a bit of both. Something he wished to taste on his lips, despite the taste being very familiar to him.

But. It was a taste that he could never get enough of.

“I do,” his tone was hushed but low, almost a growl. “There is a purpose to it,” he added. “And the purpose is to show who is my wife, and who is mine out of her own volition.”

“So ‘don’t get in the way’?” She teased again, while placing her hand onto his cheek.

He nodded, blinking as he did.

“As if I’d have eyes for anyone else,” she said while taking half of a step closer, and pressed her forehead against his.

“I know,” he told her with a whisper, as if a pledge. “But I’m-“

“Territorial, I know, I know,” she told with amusement. “Easy there, lion.”

He leaned back and let out a laugh. “Never did I think there’d be a day when you tell me to behave, my love.”

“I think it to be only fair,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb. “After all, you’ve started completing my sentences more, so perhaps it ought to be my turn to tell you to behave.” There was joke in there, in the gentle, amused, affection of her tone. But it was wrapped in the tender emotions that still vibrated through the gilded threads of fate, now spun into ropes.

“Don’t I always?” He mused to himself as his hand moved to tuck a nonexistent lock of hair behind her ear.

“Most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Most of the time,” she nodded. “And when you don’t, you’re defending something or someone, so… I can’t condemn you,” she uttered and leaned forward to place a kiss onto his lips.

A single, refined kiss. Her lips took a hold of his lower one, as if to assure him, that she wasn’t going anywhere. That she’d stay there, and adore him the best she could. Through the thick and thin. Not that life could throw anything more their way than what had already passed.

And throughout it all, they had worked through it. Chosen to love each other, despite the adversity. Because being in love was a choice, as much as it was the feeling of love itself.

“We’ll be late,” she noted while leaning back, but her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, speaking of what she wished for more.

“One more before we go?” A careful wish.

And she would have deemed herself cruel, had she not granted him her wish.

Which is why she leaned closer again, and pressed another onto his lips. One that was more secure in its grasp than the previous.

But as she leaned away, he stole one more; a quick peck onto her lips.

And she smiled.

“It’s a good thing you’ve hidden a part of your handsomeness behind that mask,” she teased as she ran her fingers along the lapels of his coat.

“I would return the sentiment, but there is no hiding your beauty, even under that mask,” he told her. Without missing a beat. Without a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re going to have to stop being so charming for a moment,” she smiled.

And he chuckled.

Just chuckled and pressed another kiss onto the back of her hand, before offering his arm out to her.

“Shall we?” He inquired as she linked her arm together with his again, and nodded.

And so, they continued to ascend the stairs towards the ballroom, to meet whoever they’d come across.

~~~~

[koneko-pi]

"Are you all being boring?" Someone said as they pushed into the ring of people chatting and leaning heavily onto Zera's side.

"Briar?" The woman asked, surprised for a moment. The appearance of the woman wasn't shocking as much as the flush in her cheeks and the nesrly empty campaign glass in her hand. She was dressed in a fur shawl and tan looking dress, bundled up for the cooler weather that evening. She had a green, leafy, looking mask but rather than resting on her face it was ontop of her head, caught on the headband that connected to her ever present earmuffs.

"Have you been drinking?" Josele asked as she grabbed the end of Briar's mask and pulled it back down over her eyes.

"Yes, actually." The brown haired woman stood striaght. "As one of the people who had to help put this whole thing together-" she waved a hand to the decorations as stuffed bat flew above them, chittering. "-I think I've earned it."

"You and Marx did splendidly." Solara assured her and Briar gave a small bow in thanks.

"Will you be staying with us?" Zera asked curiously.

"Well I certainly dont want to be hanging around Marx all night long." She drank the last of her beverage and put it on an empty tray floating by. "So I came and found my friends. Anything exciting this evening?"

Briars dress

Masquerade ball

This is my initial entry to Lyra's 1k follower/Halloween event taking place through @blackclover-emc

I welcome interactions to this post~!

Entry length ~1.1k Pairing: Fuegoleon x Solara (OC) Summary of entry: Just some flirting on the way to the ballroom Picture: From pinterest Art (at the end): My own

Sun was setting behind the horizon, which painted the sky in various hues of red and purple that turned into the blue that would eventually become the canvas of the night sky. Eventually this canvas would bring out the lights of the castle out far better than they were now, in this dim light of autumn dusk. The light that was illuminated by the chandeliers and candelabras; the sea of candles in the hallways and the staircases, even before they way lead to the ballroom itself; the place where the Halloween ball would take place.

Each guest had been instructed to wear a mask, which was perfectly on theme with Halloween, and masquerade balls weren’t unknown to nobility. If anything. It was a novelty, which was approached very differently by various individuals.

Some sought to choose their masks and outfits in a manner that deemed them unlikely to be themselves, while others… continued to thrive in the palettes and motifs that they wore every day. But no matter the approach, it was a welcomed twist to a regular function.

A night away from duties and reports and paperwork and worry.

Something both Solara and Fuegoleon had been looking forward to. Even though the evening could have been spent in resting. But. Evening such as this didn’t come around too often, so it’d be worth it.

“What are you looking forward to the most?” She asked as they climbed up the stairs, as she was holding onto the hem of her golden dress with her left hand, and kept her right hooked with his.

He replied with a thoughtful hum. “Perhaps… the cocktail hour after dancing. The sun has set by then, and it serves a good moment to sit down, have a drink, enjoy the delicacies and…”

“Just be?” She gave him a glance as a smirk decorated her lips.

“Precisely,” he nodded with a smile of his own.

“And here I thought you would have been most interested in the treasure hunt. Or the dancing,” she half teased, as her heels clicked against the marble floor of one of the landings on their way up.

“The dancing is marvelous as well,” he chuckled. “But… I prefer alone time with you,” he stopped in the middle of the landing, took her hand, and lifted it to his lips.

Her head turned to him, and found his eyes, which stayed locked in his as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. The gaze; the eyes, which were filled with intent and devotion, as if it was the only thing he saw. A rather ravenous gaze best given out of the ballroom.

“And here I though you enjoyed showing how well we dance together,” she teased again, while leaning a bit forward; the words falling from her lips like decadent, soft, silk, or perhaps rich taffeta. Or a bit of both. Something he wished to taste on his lips, despite the taste being very familiar to him.

But. It was a taste that he could never get enough of.

“I do,” his tone was hushed but low, almost a growl. “There is a purpose to it,” he added. “And the purpose is to show who is my wife, and who is mine out of her own volition.”

“So ‘don’t get in the way’?” She teased again, while placing her hand onto his cheek.

He nodded, blinking as he did.

“As if I’d have eyes for anyone else,” she said while taking half of a step closer, and pressed her forehead against his.

“I know,” he told her with a whisper, as if a pledge. “But I’m-“

“Territorial, I know, I know,” she told with amusement. “Easy there, lion.”

He leaned back and let out a laugh. “Never did I think there’d be a day when you tell me to behave, my love.”

“I think it to be only fair,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb. “After all, you’ve started completing my sentences more, so perhaps it ought to be my turn to tell you to behave.” There was joke in there, in the gentle, amused, affection of her tone. But it was wrapped in the tender emotions that still vibrated through the gilded threads of fate, now spun into ropes.

“Don’t I always?” He mused to himself as his hand moved to tuck a nonexistent lock of hair behind her ear.

“Most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Most of the time,” she nodded. “And when you don’t, you’re defending something or someone, so… I can’t condemn you,” she uttered and leaned forward to place a kiss onto his lips.

A single, refined kiss. Her lips took a hold of his lower one, as if to assure him, that she wasn’t going anywhere. That she’d stay there, and adore him the best she could. Through the thick and thin. Not that life could throw anything more their way than what had already passed.

And throughout it all, they had worked through it. Chosen to love each other, despite the adversity. Because being in love was a choice, as much as it was the feeling of love itself.

“We’ll be late,” she noted while leaning back, but her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, speaking of what she wished for more.

“One more before we go?” A careful wish.

And she would have deemed herself cruel, had she not granted him her wish.

Which is why she leaned closer again, and pressed another onto his lips. One that was more secure in its grasp than the previous.

But as she leaned away, he stole one more; a quick peck onto her lips.

And she smiled.

“It’s a good thing you’ve hidden a part of your handsomeness behind that mask,” she teased as she ran her fingers along the lapels of his coat.

“I would return the sentiment, but there is no hiding your beauty, even under that mask,” he told her. Without missing a beat. Without a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re going to have to stop being so charming for a moment,” she smiled.

And he chuckled.

Just chuckled and pressed another kiss onto the back of her hand, before offering his arm out to her.

“Shall we?” He inquired as she linked her arm together with his again, and nodded.

And so, they continued to ascend the stairs towards the ballroom, to meet whoever they’d come across.

~~~~