#nozel fanfics

[eliaah]

you called them “your husband”

characters: yami sukehiro, fuegoleon vermillion, nozel silva, william vangeance, & jack.

tags: fluff , multi characters x fem reader

a/n: i forgot to add william in my last post so here's my apology for him shjsksksks, i'm so sorry that i forgot him 😭

🍁 YAMI SUKEHIRO

The tavern is lively tonight, filled with the usual rowdy crowd. After a long mission, there’s nothing better than unwinding with a drink in hand, especially with Yami by my side. We’re sitting at the bar, close enough that our shoulders brush together every time one of us moves. It’s a small comfort, a reminder that he’s here, and that I’m safe.

The Black Bulls are scattered around the tavern, celebrating in their usual chaotic fashion. Magna and Asta are arm-wrestling in the corner, while Finral is attempting to flirt with a group of local girls, much to Charmy’s amusement as she devours her feast. The laughter and chatter create a warm, buzzing atmosphere that feels like home.

Yami leaned in closer to me, his deep voice rumbling softly in my ear. “You did good out there today. Not bad for someone who’s usually stuck doing paperwork.”

I smirked, nudging him with my elbow. “I’m more than just a pretty face, Captain.”

He chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. “Damn right you are.”

The comfortable banter between us had always been there, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through our veins, or maybe it was just the warmth of the tavern and the closeness we shared.

As I take a sip of my drink, a group of regulars from the tavern comes over, striking up a conversation. They’ve clearly had a few too many, but their curiosity gets the better of them. One of them, a burly man with a grin that shows off a missing tooth, looks between Yami and me.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” he asks, his voice slurred.

I feel a mischievous smile tug at my lips as I lean back in my chair, deciding to have a little fun. “Oh, he's my husband.” The words come out before I can fully think them through, but once they’re out there, I don’t regret them. There’s a split second where everything feels like it’s frozen in time—like the whole tavern is holding its breath.

Yami, who had been in the middle of taking a drink, nearly chokes. He looks at me with wide eyes, his expression a mixture of shock and amusement. The rest of the group looks between us, unsure if they should laugh or back away slowly.

“Husband, huh?” Yami finally says, setting his drink down and wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s trying to play it cool, but I can see the redness creeping up his neck and to his cheeks.

I give him a cheeky grin, tilting my head slightly. “Yeah, you got a problem with that… husband?”

The word feels strange on my tongue, but it also feels right. And by the way Yami’s looking at me, I can tell it hit him just as hard. He leans closer, his face just inches from mine now, and I can see the playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that one.” he says, his voice low and teasing. But the way his lips quirk up and his ears turn a little red gives him away. He’s as flustered as I am.

“I’d like to see you try.” I shoot back, my heart racing faster than it should. There’s a charged energy between us, something more than just the usual teasing banter.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the noise of the tavern fading into the background. His face is so close, and all I can think about is how red his cheeks are—how red mine must be too. It’s ridiculous, really. We’ve been together for a while now, and yet, this simple word, “husband,” has both of us acting like nervous teenagers.

Yami’s the first to break the silence, laughing softly as he pulls back slightly, his grin widening. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

I roll my eyes, though I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face. “Yeah, yeah. You know you liked it.”

He gives me a look that’s half amused, half something else—something warmer. “Maybe I did.” he admits, his voice quieter now, almost serious.

There’s a moment where neither of us says anything. Then, as if realizing how sappy things are getting, Yami suddenly grabs his mug, downing the rest of his drink in one go. I laugh, the tension breaking as easily as it had formed.

But even as we go back to our usual banter, teasing each other about anything and everything, I can’t help but notice how his hand occasionally brushes against mine or how his gaze lingers just a little too long.

And when the night finally ends and we head back to the base, Yami pulls me close, his arm around my waist, and whispers in my ear, “G’night, wife.”

My heart skips a beat, and I look up at him, seeing the same flustered expression on his face.

“Goodnight, husband.” I whisper back, feeling my face flush once more.

We walk the rest of the way in comfortable silence, both of us trying to hide our smiles in the darkness of the night.

🍁 FUEGOLEON VERMILLION

The grand hall of the Vermillion estate is quiet tonight, a serene stillness settling over the room. The warm, golden glow from the fireplace bathes the space in a comforting light, making the shadows dance along the walls. Fuegoleon and I are nestled together on a plush couch, wrapped in a peaceful silence that feels as intimate as any conversation. His arm is draped over my shoulders, fingers gently playing with a strand of my hair, and I find myself leaning into him, savoring the rare moment of calm.

The day had been long, filled with duties and obligations that left little time for us. But now, with the world outside feeling so far away, it’s just the two of us. This, I think, is my favorite part of the day.

I tilt my head to look up at him, admiring the way the firelight softens his usually stern features. “You know,” I begin softly, a playful tone creeping into my voice, “I could get used to spending my evenings like this.”

Fuegoleon looks down at me, a curious smile playing on his lips. “And what exactly would that be?” he asks, his voice warm.

“With my husband.” I reply, the words slipping out almost too casually, though the impact of them is anything but.

For a moment, everything seems to pause. Fuegoleon’s eyes widen slightly, the word clearly catching him off guard. He blinks, processing what I just said, and I can see the faintest hint of pink rising to his cheeks. Despite his usually composed demeanor, there’s a flicker of something more vulnerable in his expression, something that makes my heart swell.

“Husband.” he repeats, almost as if he’s testing the word on his tongue. His voice is calm, but there’s a softness in it that wasn’t there before. I can tell that he’s flustered, though he’s trying to hide it behind that noble composure.

I smile up at him, feeling a bit giddy at his reaction. “Yes, my husband.” I say, a little more firmly this time, enjoying the way the word makes him react. “That’s what you are, after all.”

Fuegoleon lets out a soft, almost nervous laugh, the sound so unlike his usual self that it makes my heart skip a beat. “Well then,” he begins, his voice gentle but tinged with a warmth that makes my cheeks flush, “if I’m your husband, then that must make you… my wife.”

Now it’s my turn to feel flustered, the weight of his words sinking in. There’s something so intimate, so precious about hearing him call me that, and I can feel my face heating up in response. But it’s not just the words, it’s the way he says them, with such sincerity and affection that it makes me want to melt into the cushions.

He notices my reaction, and a soft smile spreads across his face, his eyes filled with a rare, tender warmth. Fuegoleon shifts slightly, his hand cupping my cheek as he leans in closer. “My wife.” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with so much emotion that it makes my heart flutter.

I lean into his touch, my own smile widening as I meet his gaze. “I think I like the sound of that,” I murmur, my voice trembling slightly with the overwhelming rush of affection I feel for him.

His thumb brushes gently across my cheek, and for a moment, it feels like the entire world has narrowed down to just the two of us. “And I think I like calling you that.” he replies softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Fuegoleon leans down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, the gesture so full of love that it takes my breath away. As he pulls back, his gaze lingers on mine, and I can see the soft blush that still colors his cheeks. It’s a rare sight to see him this flustered, and it makes the moment all the more special.

“Husband.” he says again, the word almost reverent, as if he’s savoring it. “I promise, I’ll always do my best to be worthy of that title.”

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them back, not wanting to miss a second of this moment. “And I’ll always be here by your side.” I whisper, my voice filled with all the love I feel for him.

He pulls me closer, wrapping me in his arms, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my own. As we sit there, the warmth of the fire and the comfort of his embrace surrounding us, I realize that this—right here, with him—is all I’ll ever need.

And as the night drifts on, and the flames in the fireplace begin to die down, Fuegoleon’s hand remains intertwined with mine, a silent promise that whatever the future holds, we’ll face it together, as husband and wife.

🍁 NOZEL SILVA

The grand hall of the Silva estate is elegantly decorated for Nozel’s birthday. Soft lights and floral arrangements create a warm, inviting atmosphere, and the guests mingle with drinks in hand. Despite the festive mood, Nozel stands somewhat aloof, his usual stern demeanor reflecting his indifference towards birthdays. Yet, he appears subtly touched by the effort around him.

As the evening progresses, a series of heartfelt messages are shared in Nozel’s honor. When it’s my turn, I step up with a blend of excitement and affection, feeling both nervous and eager to speak.

Nozel looks at me with his usual calm but curious gaze, and I begin.

“Happy birthday, Nozel. I know you often think birthdays are just another day, but I wanted to take this moment to tell you how much you mean to me. Your strength and dedication are truly admirable, but it’s your kindness and support that touch my heart the most. I’m incredibly grateful for every day we spend together.”

The room is silent as everyone listens, clearly moved by my words. Nozel’s expression softens, a rare, tender smile gracing his lips. The crowd watches with anticipation.

I take a playful breath and add, “And, since it’s your special day,” I continue, “I guess I should mention… I’m glad to be with you, my husband.”

A collective gasp echoes through the hall, followed by curious whispers. “They’re married? When did that happen?” The room buzzes with surprise.

Nozel’s face turns a deep shade of red, his usual calm composure replaced by an endearing fluster. I can’t help but chuckle, enjoying the playful chaos I’ve stirred.

After the applause, Nozel approaches me with a sheepish but affectionate smile. “Did you really have to drop that bombshell in front of everyone?” His voice is gentle, tinged with a mix of embarrassment and fondness.

I look up at him, my cheeks flushed from both the excitement and his reaction. “I just thought it would make your birthday more memorable.” I tease with a wink.

Nozel’s blush deepens, but his eyes soften as he gazes at me. “I appreciate that.” he says, his smile widening. “It’s nice to know you care enough to tease me like this.”

I squeeze his hand playfully. “Even if it’s just teasing, I wanted to remind you that you’re deeply loved and appreciated. I hope it made you smile.”

Nozel’s expression turns even more tender, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You certainly succeeded in making me smile. And... I have to admit, I’m starting to like the sound of ‘husband’.”

As the evening continues, our playful banter becomes a sweet part of the celebration. Nozel, embracing the nickname, uses it with a fond smile. His initial embarrassment fades into a comfortable affection, and he begins to tease me back with a charmingly flustered grin.

When the soft strains of music fill the room, Nozel extends his hand with a gracious smile. “May I have this dance, my wife?”

I nod, feeling my heart flutter with happiness. As we move to the center of the room, Nozel’s hand is gentle but firm, guiding me with care. After a few moments, he leans in and kisses the back of my hand, his eyes full of warmth.

“I’m glad to have you by my side,” he murmurs softly. “And I’m grateful for every moment we share, teasing or otherwise.”

I smile up at him, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “And I’m glad to be with you, husband.”

As we continue to dance, surrounded by the soft glow of the candles and the cheerful hum of the celebration, the night transforms into a moment of genuine connection and affection, making it a birthday to remember for both of us.

🍁 WILLIAM VANGEANCE

The flower shop is a haven of tranquility, its shelves bursting with colorful blooms and sweet fragrances. William and I are browsing, searching for a special flower to celebrate our relationship. As I sift through the flowers, my excitement builds, knowing this day is about cherishing our bond.

Spotting the elderly shopkeeper, I approach her with a warm smile. “Excuse me, I’m looking for white orchids. They’re for my husband.”

The shopkeeper’s eyes light up with a gentle smile. “White orchids, you say? We have a lovely bouquet in the back. Let me get it for you.”

As she heads to retrieve the flowers, I glance back at William. He’s standing a little ways behind me, his face slightly flushed and a soft smile on his lips. He seems genuinely touched by my casual use of “husband.” and it makes my heart flutter.

William steps closer, his voice tender yet playful. “You really didn’t have to call me that in public. It’s… unexpected.”

I turn to him, my eyes filled with affection. “I wanted to. It feels right to call you that, even if it’s just a playful term. It’s a small way to show how much you mean to me.”

William’s cheeks are tinged with pink, and he looks at me with a mix of surprise and warmth. “Well, I have to admit, it’s quite endearing. It’s not something I expected today, but it certainly made me smile.”

The shopkeeper returns with a bouquet of pristine white orchids, placing it gently on the counter. I take the bouquet, feeling its delicate beauty. As I hold it close, I feel William’s hand brush against mine, and he leans in slightly.

“Thank you for choosing these,” he says, his voice soft. “They’re perfect, just like you.”

I blush, feeling a deep sense of joy. “I’m glad you think so. I wanted to do something special for you. Even if it’s just a small gesture, it means a lot to me.”

William’s smile grows, and he reaches out to gently tuck a white orchid from the bouquet into my hair. His touch is tender, and his eyes are filled with a loving gaze. “This flower suits you perfectly. It’s a symbol of how much you mean to me.”

I feel my heart race at his sweet gesture. “Thank you. It’s beautiful, and it makes this moment even more special.”

As we leave the shop after purchasing, hand in hand with the bouquet between us, William’s gaze is soft and affectionate. “I have to say, I’m not embarrassed by the nickname. It makes me happy. It’s a reminder of how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

I smile, feeling a warm blush on my cheeks. “I’m glad you like it. It’s just a small way of saying how much I love being with you.”

William’s smile deepens as he gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “And I love every moment we share. You’ve made today unforgettable.”

Walking together, the bouquet of white orchids between us, the day feels magical. William’s gentle touch and the warmth of our shared moments make everything feel perfect, and I feel deeply connected and cherished.

🍁 JACK

During a lively festival, Jack and Yami are locked in a heated cooking competition. The atmosphere is electric, with people cheering and enjoying the festivities.

Jack and Yami are both in the middle of preparing their dishes at their respective stalls. The crowd is watching intently, and the rivalry between the two is adding to the excitement of the event.

As Jack is focused on his cooking, he suddenly starts arguing with Yami about the best way to cook a dish. Their bickering gets louder and more intimidating. Trying to intervene and bring some calm, I step in.

“Alright, you two, enough already!” I say, trying to be heard over their arguing.

Jack turns to me, looking slightly frazzled. “What’s the matter?”

I roll my eyes playfully. “You’re making a scene, Jack. You need to focus on your cooking and stop fighting.”

Jack’s eyes widen in shock, and he tries to respond, but I cut him off. “And as much as I adore you, you really need to stop being such a loudmouth. I suppose that’s just how my husband acts.”

The entire area goes quiet for a moment, with everyone turning to look at us. Jack freezes, his eyes widening in shock. Yami bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying Jack’s reaction.

“Husband?” Yami calls out, laughing. “You two are married now?”

Jack’s face turns bright red, and he looks around, clearly flustered. “W-what? No, it’s just—”

I give him a teasing smile, enjoying the effect of my words. “Just a slip of the tongue, Jack. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Jack tries to regain his composure but is clearly struggling. “Yeah, sure. Just a slip of the tongue,” he mumbles, trying to hide his embarrassment.The crowd starts chuckling softly, enjoying the unexpected turn of events. Yami continues to tease Jack, while Jack tries to focus on the competition, though his flustered state makes it difficult.

As the festival winds down and we finish packing up, Jack approaches me with a slightly nervous but hopeful expression. He pulls out a small, neatly wrapped box from his bag.

“Hey,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. “I, uh, brought you something.”

I look at the box with curiosity. “What’s this?”

“It’s nothing special,” Jack replies quickly, trying to downplay it. “Just a little something I thought you might like.”

I open the box to find a portion of my favorite food, carefully prepared and packed. My heart warms at the sight.

“This is really sweet of you. Thank you.”

Jack scratches the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “Yeah, well, you mentioned you liked it a lot, so I figured... you know.”

I smile, reaching out to give him a gentle hug. “It means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Jack smiles back, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Don’t mention it. Just... don’t expect me to call you ‘wife’ all the time or anything.”

I laugh, holding the box close. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As we walk away from the festival, Jack occasionally glances at me, clearly pleased by my reaction. The playful teasing from earlier is replaced with a comfortable, warm feeling between us. The evening ends with us enjoying the food Jack made, sharing stories and laughter under the stars, with the sweet memory of his thoughtful gesture adding a special touch to the night.

[nerogeto]

Getting punished by Nozel Silva (smut)

MDNI 🔞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SMACK

“One.” My eyes already rolling back.

SMACK

“T-two”

SMACK SMACK

“Three. Fo-ur.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lyranova]

Hii! I love your fics!! May I please request a oneshot where yami's squad member (y/n) turns into a baby / child (whichever is better), and brings her to the captains ' meeting as he has no other choice? (y/n) calls everyone dad / mom and it makes them all super soft for her? like yami is first annoyed then softens up, nozel is straight up rude as usual but everyone glares at him for that (cause they're so protective of her already uwu) and he ends up being soft for her too. idk, this was a 2 am thought im sorry!! thank you for taking requests 😭💞

Hiya anon! No worries 2am thoughts are always fine and fun, tbh I tend to get them a lot myself 😆! Aw thank you so much I’m so glad you like my fics, and you’re welcome, I enjoy taking requests! It gives me something fun and different to do 🥰! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: None

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Yami didn’t know how this happened, she was fine when she left on a mission with Asta and Noelle, but when they all came back she was a baby! When he asked them what the hell happened Asta and Noelle explained that it was the bad guys magic; he could make people really old, or really young!

Yami had ordered them to take her back to the mage and force him to change her back but Noelle explained that they tried, but the mage said his spell would only wear off in 24 hours. So for now…they were stuck with her being a toddler!

She was still able to walk at least, talking on the other hand…well she was only able to say a handful of words, mainly ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’. Which kind of bothered Yami since he didn’t want to be called ‘daddy’ by a member of his squad, but she wasn't really eager to learn ‘Yami’ at the moment he would have to deal with it for now.

Yami fully intended to leave her at the squad as he went to a Captain’s meeting, but when Yami began to ask who wanted to be in charge of their toddler squadmate every single Black Bull scattered like leaves in a gust of wind.

Which was how he ended up in his current situation; in the Captain’s meeting room, with his toddler squadmate sitting in his lap, as the other Captain’s ‘oohed’ and ‘awwed’ over her.

“ Aw look how adorable she is! I didn’t know you had a baby Yami!” Dorothy said as she began to use her Glamour World magic to create small toys to keep her entertained. Charlotte crossed her arms as she looked at the child.

‘Yami had a child?! Why didn’t he say anything? Does that mean he’s married or has a committed partner? Or is the child a product of a one night stand? Yami doesn’t seem to be the type to do that though, so he must have someone! Why didn’t he say anything, I’m so jealous of her, why didn’t I confess to him sooner?!’ Charlotte’s mind raced as she stared at the little girl, she didn’t look like Yami, but that could easily be explained away. The girl looked at Charlotte with wide eyes before she smiled brightly and reached her arms out towards the Briar mage.

“ Mommy?” She asked cutely before her smile widened. “ Mommy!”

Charlotte and Dorothy’s hearts quickly melted and they both couldn’t help but say ‘How Cute~!’. Yami sighed and shook his head.

“ The Prickly Princess ain’t your mom, and I’m not her dad. She’s a member of my squad who got turned into a toddler on a mission earlier. The other brats took off running when I asked them to baby sit her.” Yami explained as he held the small girl still. She looked up at him with a pout but did stop moving.

“ I see, so how long will she be like this?” Fuegoleon asked as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, the girl looked at him for a moment before her bright smile returned.

“ Daddy!” She shouted brightly and with a giggle, Fuegoleon’s brows raised in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face.

“ I’m sorry to say that I’m not your father little one.” Fuegoloen told her gently as he patted her on the head, the little girl pouted.

“ She seems to only be able to say ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, which makes sense since she’s only like 1 or 2.” Yami said in an unsure tone, Rill tilted his head.

“ I think she’s closer to a year and a half! Babies are generally able to walk by the time they’re one, and can talk in short sentences by the age of two, so logically she should be somewhere in between since she can walk but not really talk!” Rill said thoughtfully as he stared at the young girl.

“ How the hell do you know that kid?” Jack asked with a frown and Rill suddenly laughed sheepishly.

“ Me and my squad sometimes volunteer at the orphanages in the city and the sisters explained it to me when I tried to have a group of kids tell me about their paintings.” Rill explained and the others nodded.

The little girls eyes moved to Nozel, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed, ignoring her effectively.

“ Daddy…?” She asked hesitantly and Nozel’s eyes shot open and he glared coldly at her.

“ I’m not your father, and I wish you would refrain from calling me that.” He told the girl, his tone as cold as ice, the little girl jumped for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears.

The girl began to cry and wail at the top of her lungs, everyone glared openly at Nozel.

“ What the hell did you do that for braid boy?!” Yami asked as he and the others tried to console the toddler and Nozel’s eyes widened a bit.

“ Geez Nozel she’s just a baby, can’t you be just a little nicer with her?” Dorothy asked as she put her hands on her hips and had a angry look on her face. Nozel’s cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked away.

“ Don’t listen to him brat,” Yami said to the toddler as he gently patted her head. “ You can call of us ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ as much as you like. And ignore him.” Yami instructed them as his hand moved away from her head and began to wipe away her tears.

“ Yeah! Nozel’s just jealous because he doesn’t have a cool baby of his own!” Rill said as he crossed his arms, and Jack looked over at the Silver Eagles Captain.

“ Even I’m not that big of a jerk to kids bird boy.” He muttered with a shake of his head, Nozel sighed loudly before turning to look at them all.

“ I’m not jealous and I’m not angry at the child!” Nozel shouted accidentally, causing everyones eyes to widen. “ It’s just…” He glanced over at Dorothy, and she suddenly realized why he was acting the way he was.

Seeing that little girl was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him, so all he knew to do was lash out in order to hide his true emotions.

“ It’s just that a Captain’s meeting is no place for a child as young as her. Here, we talk about and see so many terrible things that it could easily traumatize someone as young as her for life. Don’t you think it would be better for her to remain innocent to the horrors of the world just a little longer?” Nozel asked with a sigh.

“ Uh, she’s already seen the horrors of the world remember? She’s actually a Magic Knight?” Yami pointed out in confusion, causing Nozel’s face to turn a brighter red.

“ Nozel does have a point. A Captain’s meeting is no place for a young child,” Fuegoloen agreed before he reached out to take her from Yami. “ So I suggest that she stay with Marx for the time being, and once the meetings over Yami can take her back. Alright?” He watched as all the others nodded and he carefully carried the child through the doors and to Marx.

The meeting ended fairly quickly and now Yami was heading back to the Black Bulls Hideout. After being full of energy all day she had finally wore herself out and was sound asleep in Yami’s arms. He chuckled a bit as he looked down at her, as much as he didn’t want to babysit her at first, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace and he was actually going to miss her being this small.

At least until she woke up and began to torment everyone again, then he wouldn’t be able to wait until she transformed back into her normal self again.

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

[xkaidaxxxx]

Nozel Silva x Y/n Vermillion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I TAKE REQUESTS!!!

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＃BLACK CLOVER !! ♡ — NOZEL ALPHABET HEADCANONS.

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

#. characters! — nozel .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

W: wild card. | random headcanon?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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POV: you miss him

Black Clover: Nozel Silva A/N: short oneshot! Enjoy, love n' sparkles! 💗✨

Nozel Silva:

You laid on the bed, covers up to your head to prevent the midnight air from getting to you as you woke up to an empty bed.

You stood up, put your flip flops on, and with a candle walked down the dark halls, towards the light that peaked out of your husband's office.

You swiftly opened the door, and stared at the picture in front of you; Your Nozel sat in his chair, doing paperwork at past midnight. His eyes held the weight of sleepless nights.

"Nozel?"

He tiredly looked up and offered you a smile. Small, but a smile nontheless.

"Hey, feather. What are you doing up so late?" He asked, going back to his paperwork with a groggy voice, heavy with sleepiness.

You weren't happy about it. Nozel had been working late all week, you thought as you walked up to him and laid your hands in his neck and shoulder.

"Come back to bed with me? Pretty please?

He sighed, and followed you to your shared room

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Cover for the Silva Family Hospital Angst

Against Our Own

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In The Midnight Sky

Pairing: Nozel Silva x (Commoner) Cosmic Magic-User! Reader 

Summary: Finally accomplishing their dream of becoming a magic knights captain and celebrating with the other captains, the reader realizes one captain isn't so fond of them and wonders why...

Warnings:  N/A (First time writing Nozel so I hope I did well!)

Word Count: 1.6k

"Let's all say-" I had never felt happier in my life, watching from my seat at the table in the bar, surrounded by my fellow magic knight captains as Captain Vangeance rose his glass up, congratulating me, "Congratulations to Y/N for being an amazing magic knight, now a captain of her very own squad, the Midnight Sky." 

"Yeah, congratulations!" An already drunk Yami slurred out alongside an even more intoxicated Jack, offering, "Have some drinks!"  

"Why, thank you," I chuckled, not only taking my drink but since I did have a free night, I decided to drink a little more along with them. 

Most of the other captains were just as kind and accepting, thankfully not as drunk as Yami and Jack though. It was a great way to end such a perfect day, except it wasn't the end. Not that I knew it yet. 

Only one captain didn't agree with this decision and that was Nozel. Not having a clue as to why upset me. I can't recall a time when I was rude, improper, or unprofessional around him. Maybe because I was a commoner? I have overheard Nozel's royal attitude before. 

That was my only guess, and I was curious as to why he was even here with all of us. Only having a glass of wine, maintained his distance, not joining the toast. He was something else, but I wasn't going to let it ruin my day. 

"Congratulations once again, Captain Y/N," Everyone was leaving and they made sure to say their final goodbyes for the evening, Captain Vangence making me laugh while apologizing: 

"And I apologize for my friend's drunken behavior." 

"No need to apologize. We all need a drink sometimes, am I right?" I assured them it was no issue, earning a smile back from the Captain: 

"Suppose you're not wrong. Goodnight, Captain." 

I knew that I was never going to get tired of hearing that word. Captain. I stood there smiling as I looked back on my entire life, and how I worked so hard to get to this point. Never felt so happy and accomplished, till a serious mood crashed down on me: 

"Just know, as a captain, you have serious duties and responsibilities now. Don't think it will be so easy. It's not meant for everyone." 

Nozel. He was the last to leave, walking past me, but before he got too far, I shut the door, asking with his back facing me: 

"Is there a particular reason that you don't like me, Captain Nozel?" 

If I was going to be a captain, I didn't want to start with any issues. This was probably the only time I'd ever catch him alone, so I could ask. 

Those blue eyes darted at me from a distance with a turn of his head, through that silver braid. I must admit, it was a bit intimidating, but I kept my manner, bowing to him: 

"I swear to you, Captain Nozel! All I ever wanted to be my entire life was to become a magic knights captain! I want to protect this kingdom and all its people. I swear, I have no kind of ill intentions and if I have ever done anything to disrespect you, I give you my deepest apologies." 

The moment of silence made me even more nervous, listening as if I was just a magic knight on his squad as he commanded: 

"Stand up. That's not necessary." 

Standing up straight with my hands behind my back, I could only maintain eye contact and hope for the best, but grew more nervous while listening to his authoritative tone: 

"It takes someone strong to be a captain, more than just magical abilities. It-" 

His words alone showed me what I had to do, not liking that I had to interrupt him, putting out my question: 

"Pardon me, but do you even remember my abilities? Let alone my accomplishments." 

"Is that a challenge?" Oh, great! He turned all the way around, head held high, and I tried my best not to panic, taking a breath before I stepped up to him: 

"That silver eagle that you fly on, make one for us, and let's go out to the mountain where you can see the capital."  

"And why's that?"  

"We are fellow captains now. Is it hard to have a little faith in your comrade?" Hoping my kindness and smile would charm him, I jumped for joy behind his back as he turned and made his silver eagle using his mercury magic.  

I tried to hide my excitement as I climbed on carefully, sitting in silence as he took us over the mountain. A smile was on my face when I realized that the sky was clear and there was a full moon. That was going to make my task a whole lot easier.  

"So, you plan on showing me that you're worthy," Nozel spoke while I climbed off, following me with crossed arms, "Show me." 

"Yes sir," Taking a step toward the edge we were near, I closed my eyes and felt the wind blowing past me, slightly chilly but I didn't mind in the slightest, smiling more as I took out my grimoire: 

"Cosmic magic, star shower." 

I made sure to turn my head to see Nozel's reaction. At first, he was confused, not seeing anything happening in front of him, till I pointed behind him and informed him: 

"Try looking that way." 

He did as so, able to hear his gasp being taken by the wind, a sky full of stars waving over with a cloud that gave off every color of the rainbow, illuminated by shooting stars passing by. From end to end, as far as the eye could see, there were stars and it truly looked like magic glazing upon the kingdom.

"I can do more than just that. I could summon a meteorite if I had to, make a star explode," I said seriously to him as he turned with a slightly shocked expression, "But it was already a beautiful evening, so why not add to it?" 

"Y/N-" Just the expansion in his eyes alone showed that even he was blown away by this and just to make sure that he had no other thoughts about me, I gave him our salute, admitting and swearing: 

"When I was a child, I lost my mother and father to the conflicts of this world. I never want anyone ever to experience the pain that I have. That is why I swear, as the Captain of the Midnight Sky, I will protect my team, my comrades, and every single person in this kingdom, with all the power in my being even if it cost me my life. As long as this heart is still beating, every time darkness tries to come near us, I fill it with stars and bring in the light." 

I had to close my eyes and take a breath, maybe those few drinks made me a bit more emotional, fighting some tears, off guard and a bit confused when I felt a warm palm on my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear, Nozel's voice as soft and sweet as anything I've ever heard: 

"No need to cry. You know, it's not because I never liked you or thought that you weren't worthy of being a captain." 

"What is it then?" My eyes opened quickly and his hand on my cheek gave me an idea. His cheeks turned red while he gazed away, trying to think of how to explain, finding it in the heat of the moment: 

"This is why." 

The wind passing by stole all the oxygen in me right as Nozel's lips met mine, someone who seemed to be so cold having so much heat radiating from him, lips soft and tender with every touch, that hand on my cheek finding my shoulder, one arm wrapped around them and the other around my hip to keep an embrace. 

I've never felt such passion, Nozel being the last person I expected it from, eyes opening wide as our lips parted and he let go of me.  

"N-Nozel-"  

"Pardon my behavior," There he was, more flustered than before, "I just-" 

"It's okay," Snapping out of my shock, I understood what he meant, taking his hand softly, "I can tell you're not the best at expressing your feelings and that's okay. I understand." 

That made him smile slightly, squeezes my hand into his softness, becoming the one who was flustered as he asked shyly: 

"Congratulations on becoming Captain of your squad. Your power is like nothing I've ever seen. And maybe, well, we can go out sometime." 

"Nozel, are you asking me out on a date?" I wasn't trying to tease; I couldn't believe this was happening! 

"Yes-" His gaze reconnected and was as deep as ever, "I am." 

"Well," I smiled, wanting to ease the nervousness from the both of us, showing that I had emotion too, and since he kissed me first, I kissed this time, "I accept. Just name the time and place." 

"I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow," He smiled back, giving me one last peck before I pulled away. 

Tonight didn't go how I saw it going, but gosh I couldn't stop smiling now. Not sure if Nozel knew of this ability of mine or not, I took a few steps back towards that same edge, levitating off the ground.  

"I'm looking forward to it, Nozel," Blowing a kiss and winking, a brighter smile on my face before I left off into the stars, his eyes in awe of my smile disappearing into the star-filled, midnight sky, "Goodnight and sweet dreams."

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlotte Roselei/Yami Sukehiro, Magic Knight Captains Ensemble & Yami Sukehiro, Magic Knight Captains Ensemble & Charlotte Roselei, Jack the Ripper & Yami Sukehiro, Nozel Silva & Fuegoleon Vermillion Characters: Charlotte Roselei, Yami Sukehiro, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva, William Vangeance, Dorothy Unsworth, Rill Boismortier, Jack the Ripper (Black Clover), Kaiser Granvorka, Magic Knight Captains Ensemble (Black Clover) Series: Part 2 of BC Ice Skating AU Summary:

To celebrate the upcoming graduation Fuegoleon Vermillon invites a few of his hockey friends for a nice get together to his and Nozel Silva’s dorm apartment.  Can the evening pass without any accidents with the whole group present?  Charlotte is not so sure, especially since her crush a hockey goalie named Yami Sukehiro is invited as well. 

Part 2 of the Black Clover Ice Skating AU

Prequel one shot to the other parts.

There are only ice skating mentions.

Jokes in the game were provided by @thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @lyranova 💕

[loosesodamarble]

Welcome to the Black Bird Part 4: Wesley the Chilling

Summary: Introducing Nozel as Wesley, the dashing but ice-cold butler from the Black Bird. Genre: general Word count: ~850 A/N: @cringeyvanillamilk is again the artist for this fic's art.

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Silver hair spread out around the head like a crown, or perhaps a halo. No, not a halo, as they belonged to spirits that passed on, not this person. Eyes closed as if in sleep. Yes, merely sleep. Arms laid on either side, impossibly still but with a steady pulse felt through warm skin.

Acier Silva slept soundly. As she had been for nearly two years.

Nozel reached out and brushed Acier’s bangs aside. After tucking the strands back, Nozel paused and lamented that it used to be the other way around. Acier had done this very thing for him all his childhood. And now…

“Don’t worry, Mother. It’s my turn to take care of you,” Nozel whispered to her.

Acier didn’t answer of course. She couldn’t but Nozel still spoke to her regularly on the doctor’s suggestion. Outside stimuli was recommended for Acier’s brain activity. The doctor’s also said that it would give Nozel an outlet for his feelings. Even if Nozel’s visits to the hospital helped his mother’s recovery, it didn’t do anything about what caused Acier to fall into her present state. He needed to find out the truth…

Once he left the hospital, Nozel checked his phone and saw a message notification from Dorothy: [update for uuuu~ ( ^ω^ )]

Nozel immediately replied, [What news do you have for me?]

[i found u a job that u might not botch~ ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎] It may have been a text but Nozel could hear Dorothy’s playful voice in his mind.

[You make me sound incompetent and like I’ve never worked a job before.]

[im not totally wrong tho (￣▽￣) u never worked a normie job (*^▽^*)]

Nozel’s eye twitched. Why did his dear friend also have to be a theatrical tease? Still, he replied, [Never mind my job history. What’s the position you found for me?]

[o(^▽^)o ur gonna luv it~]

Coming from Dorothy, the statement wasn’t as comforting to Nozel as it should’ve been.

…..

“One order of the Fairy Spring Tea Set, my lady,” Nozel stated while setting down a three-tiered tray on a table where a single woman with long, chestnut-colored hair. “Do call upon me once you’ve completed your meal.”

“What?” The chestnut-haired woman tucked her hair behind her ears and gave a sharp smile. “You won’t encourage me to enjoy the food? How cold of you, Wesley.”

“I see no reason to doubt the kitchen staff’s work. It’s guaranteed that you’ll enjoy it.”

With that, Nozel turned away. The woman hummed with amusement behind him. Nozel then approached the other table he was attending to. Seated were three women: one with sun-kissed skin and golden hair, one with similarly dark skin but earthy brown locks, and one with silvery-white hair that matched her fair complexion.

“Esteemed mistresses,” Nozel greeted. “I’m Wesley, your attendant for this day.”

“Hiya Wesley,” the blonde tittered with a wide grin. She leaned over to the brunette. “See, I told you he was regal!”

“He certainly has a princely vibe, even as a butler,” the brunette replied, laughing as well.

“To compare to a higher station seems rather inappropriate.” Nozel’s tone was clipped, as he needed to emphasize his coldness. “Regardless, what drinks shall I start you with?”

“Do you perhaps have any recommendations?” the pale-haired woman inquired with a smile that was petite but radiating kindness.

The trio of women were all endeared to Nozel it seemed. And it perplexed him how customers could be entertained by such an attitude. It made more sense than his previous work persona at least. How anyone liked his previous performance, as it was, was beyond him.

…..

Shivering Citrus Delight. A lemon-lime sorbet topped with a crisp waffle cookie.

Nozel understood how the dish, being frozen and having an off-white color which made it appear like a snowball, worked well with his work persona and appearance. The invoking of winter was clear in both Nozel and the dish. However, the bright, citrus flavor of the sorbet brought to mind summertime. Something which Nozel failed to see in himself.

Nozel couldn’t easily share his smile with others. His heart was too heavy with thoughts of Acier’s condition and his mind, too frenzied trying to investigate to be carefree. And instead of being an inviting presence, Nozel distanced himself from his family. He wouldn’t allow his younger siblings to be dragged down by responsibilities and burdens meant for him alone.

Winter and summer in one. An ideal that Nozel saw as illogical. Or rather, unattainable…

There was no summer in Nozel to thaw him from the winter he isolated his heart in. And there likely were no answers awaiting him, despite his bided time.

A sour, perhaps even bitter, feeling welled up in Nozel’s mind.

Has this all been a waste? Have I wasted myself? Nozel bit his cheek and kept his face neutral despite feeling the need to scowl.

Nozel set down his serving tray. When he did, the cookie that came with the Citrus Delight tipped and fell onto the tray, crumbling. He muttered an apology to his customers.

Nozel was frustrated. He, too, felt close to crumbling.

[eliaah]

a Blink of an Eye.

—— Nozel loved you so quickly, just like his love for you disappeared the same way.—

angst ! , sensitive words.

Inspired by: Kisapmata (Blink of an Eye) by Rico Blanco & Kahit Ayaw Mo Na (Even When You Don't Want Too) by This Band.

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The warmth of the morning sun gently stirs you from your sleep. As your eyes slowly flutter open, the first thing you notice is Nozel, already awake, watching you with an intensity that sends a warmth through your chest.

He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze is filled with affection—a tenderness that you’ve come to recognize as his own way of showing love. His purple eyes, usually so guarded, now hold a softness that’s reserved only for you, as if he’s memorizing every detail of your face in the quiet of the early morning.

A smile tugs at your lips as you meet his gaze, feeling the connection between you deepen in the silence. Nozel reaches out, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a gentleness that contrasts with the strength he usually exudes. His touch lingers on your cheek, and you lean into it, savoring the rare, tender moment between you.

“Good morning.” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, carrying a rare tenderness that makes your heart flutter. The words are simple, but the way he says them—so softly, so sincerely—makes the moment feel almost sacred. You lean into his touch, savoring the gentleness in his voice and the warmth of his gaze, knowing that in this quiet moment, you are the center of his world.

After that tender moment in bed, Nozel eventually got up to start his day as Captain of the Silver Eagles. You stayed on the bed, watching him get ready, but soon, doubts began to creep in.

You remained seated on the bed, your mind slowly unraveling the sweetness of the morning as doubt began to creep in. Was this really your place, beside someone like him? You were just a peasant—a simple assistant working under the Wizard King, handling the most mundane tasks like organizing important documents or preparing mission reports. How could you possibly be worthy of someone as powerful and noble as Nozel Silva?

As these thoughts swirled in your mind, you found yourself staring blankly at the wall, your heart sinking deeper with each passing moment.

Nozel stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed in his uniform, and immediately noticed the distant look in your eyes. His brows furrowed in concern as he walked over to you. "Y/n?" he called softly, but there was a firmness to his voice, one that demanded your attention. "Are you alright?"

You blinked, snapped out of your trance, and forced a small smile. "I'm fine." you lied, but even as you said the words, you knew they wouldn’t fool him. Nozel knew you too well.

He sat beside you, his presence solid and reassuring. "You're not fine," he stated, his voice gentler now. "Tell me what's wrong."

You hesitated, the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you. But the concern in his eyes, the way he was so attuned to your emotions, made it impossible to keep your feelings hidden any longer. "It's just…" you began, your voice trembling slightly. "I keep thinking… am I really good enough to be with you? You're a captain, a royal… and I'm just a peasant. What if, what if everyone is right? What if we can't really be together?"

Nozel’s expression softened as he listened, understanding dawning in his eyes. He reached out, taking your hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring. "Y/n," he said, his voice steady and firm. "You are more than enough. You’ve seen parts of me that no one else ever will. Your status doesn’t matter to me. What matters is you—who you are, how you make me feel, how you’ve stood by my side."

He paused, his eyes locking onto yours, and then he spoke with a quiet intensity. "I promise you, no one can stop us. Not my family, not the nobility, not anyone. We will be together, no matter what. I’ll make sure of it."

His words wrapped around your heart, chasing away the shadows of doubt. In that moment, you felt the truth of his promise. Nozel wasn't just saying what you wanted to hear—he was making a vow, one that he would keep no matter the obstacles that might stand in your way.

You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest as his arms encircled you, pulling you close. "Thank you, Nozel," you whispered, feeling a renewed strength within you. "I believe you."

As Nozel’s promise echoed in your heart, you clung to it with renewed hope. But little did you know, the path ahead would be far from easy.

Over the following months, Nozel’s duties as Captain of the Silver Eagles grew increasingly demanding. The investigation into the Devils, particularly the cursed devil, Megicula, who was responsible for his mother’s death, consumed more of his time. His once-frequent presence became rare, and the distance between you seemed to grow with each passing day.

One evening, as the moonlight filtered through the curtains, you lay alone on the bed you once shared with Nozel. The warmth of his presence was absent, replaced by a cold emptiness. The bed felt too large and too quiet without him.

You stared at the ceiling, the memories of your earlier moments together a stark contrast to the growing silence. Sleep eluded you, and your mind replayed the worries you had been pushing aside. Was the spark between you fading, or was it just the strain of his endless work?

The comforting promise Nozel had made seemed like a distant echo now. You turned to your side, the space beside you painfully empty, and tried to chase away the growing uncertainty that clouded your thoughts.

As you finally drift off to sleep, your mind wanders back to a particular moment, a memory so vivid it feels like it happened just yesterday.

You remember being assigned a mission that was supposed to take only two days. The task was simple enough, and you completed it with determination. However, the return journey proved to be anything but easy. Your broom broke down in a remote forest, far from any help. With no communication device and no way to use your magic to summon assistance—unlike Nozel’s powerful silver eagle—you found yourself stranded and helpless.

The hours dragged on as you waited, the cold night growing more oppressive. Panic set in as you realized just how isolated you were. You tried to stay calm, but the fear and exhaustion were overwhelming. As midnight approached, you began to lose hope.

Meanwhile, back home, Nozel grew increasingly worried as the hours passed without any sign of you. It was well past the time you should have returned, and his concern turned into frantic determination. He set out to find you, searching through the dark woods and calling your name, his usually composed demeanor now fraught with anxiety.

At 2 a.m., as the moon cast its silvery light over the forest, Nozel’s search finally bore fruit. He spotted you, huddled beneath a tree, shivering and tearful. His heart ached at the sight, and he rushed to your side, his usual sternness replaced by a deep, palpable relief.

“Y/n!” he called out, his voice choked with emotion. As you looked up and saw him, a wave of relief washed over you. Tears streamed down your face as you scrambled to your feet and ran into his arms, clinging to him as if he were your lifeline.

Nozel held you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you in warmth and safety. He stroked your hair, whispering comforting words and reassurances. “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

Together, you made your way back home, Nozel’s presence a steadying force against the night’s cold. Once you were back, a healer tended to your injuries and exhaustion while Nozel stayed by your side, his worry slowly giving way to relief.

As you rested in bed, wrapped in the warmth of your shared blankets, Nozel sat beside you, his hand gently holding yours. The healer’s gentle touch and the soothing atmosphere began to calm your racing heart, but it was Nozel’s presence that made you feel truly secure.

In that moment, as you looked up at him, you saw not just the Captain of the Silver Eagles but the man who loved you deeply, who had gone through so much just to find you and bring you back safely. The memory of his care and concern, his fierce determination to protect you, filled you with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

You fell asleep with his hand still in yours, knowing that no matter the challenges ahead, you would always have each other.

You woke up alone, the bed beside you cold and untouched. The memory of Nozel rescuing you from the forest brought a flicker of hope, but you knew you needed to confront him. You needed to bridge the growing distance between you.

As you entered Nozel’s office, the sight of him buried under piles of paperwork made your heart sink.

“Nozel, can we talk?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He barely looked up, his voice clipped and strained. “Not now, Y/n. I’m overwhelmed.”

Your frustration boiled over, but you pressed on. “It’s important. I can’t keep feeling like this.”

Nozel finally turned to you, irritation flashing in his eyes. “I don’t have time for this right now. I’m buried in work. Can’t you see that?”

The pain in his tone cut deep. “It’s not just about timing. It’s about feeling like you’ve shut me out completely. We used to be so close, and now you’re always too busy for me.”

His expression hardened, and he snapped, “I’m working my ass off to keep us safe and secure. Do you have any idea how hard it is?”

The harshness of his words made your heart ache. “You think I don’t understand how hard you’re working? I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with being treated like I don’t matter. You’re so consumed with your responsibilities that you’ve forgotten what’s important.”

Nozel’s anger flared. “I’m sacrificing everything for our future! I’m juggling countless tasks while you sit here and complain about feeling left out. It’s not fair to blame me for your feelings.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you fought to control your voice. “Fair? What’s fair is that I’m here, alone, while you drown in paperwork. You’re pushing me away, and it feels like you’re replacing me with your work. I need to know that you still care about us, not just about your duties!”

His face showed a mixture of anger and exhaustion, but you weren’t finished. “You want to know what’s unfair? It’s that I’ve been waiting, hoping you’d notice how much I’m hurting. I’ve been trying to be supportive, to understand your workload, but it’s clear now that you’ve made a choice. You’ve chosen your work over our relationship.”

Nozel’s gaze dropped, the weight of your words hitting him hard. “I didn’t realize…”

You cut him off, voice trembling but resolute. “No, you didn’t realize. And that’s the problem. I’m not asking for much—just a little of your time, some reassurance that you still value me. Instead, I’m left alone, feeling like I’m just a footnote in your life.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You took a deep breath, the hurt too raw to ignore. “Maybe I’m asking too much, but I need you to see the reality of what’s happening. If you can’t make room for me in your life, then maybe we need to rethink what we have.”

As you turned to leave, a wave of realization washed over you. It felt like just this morning, Nozel had been affectionate, his eyes full of warmth and love as he greeted you. But now, it felt like that tenderness had vanished overnight, replaced by a cold distance that made your heart ache. The stark contrast between the morning’s sweetness and the harsh reality of his neglect hit you like a ton of bricks.

With a final, sorrowful glance, you walked out, each step heavy with the weight of your shattered hopes. The office door closed behind you with a finality that mirrored the painful truth—you were losing the connection you once held so dear.

Days turned into an emotional blur as the rift between you and Nozel widened. Avoiding each other became the new norm, neither of you willing to break the silence with an apology. The emptiness of the unsaid words and unresolved feelings left a gaping wound in your heart.

Every night, you found yourself alone, tears staining your pillow as you replayed every shared moment, every sweet promise he had made. The affectionate words Nozel once spoke to you seemed to echo mockingly in your mind, now twisted into painful reminders of a love that felt like it was slipping away.

In the silence of the night, you would curl up and sob quietly, trying to understand how something that once felt so real could end up causing so much hurt. The memories of his warmth and kindness felt like a cruel joke now, the stark contrast between the past affection and the present distance unbearable.

Meanwhile, Nozel, lost in his own world of stress and responsibilities, avoided the personal turmoil that plagued his mind. His work became a refuge from the growing strain in his relationship with you, but the burden of his duties weighed heavily on him.

On this particular day, Nozel was in the midst of a Captain's meeting, surrounded by his peers and the gravitas of his position. The room was tense, filled with murmurs of concern and anticipation. The topic of the day was the recent developments involving the Dark Triad, a group that had been a source of growing fear and unrest.

As the meeting progressed, the gravity of the situation became clear. The news hit like a thunderbolt, leaving everyone in stunned silence. Yami and William had been captured by the devil hosts, the Dark Triad. Among them was a member who possessed the devil Megicula, the very entity that had cursed Nozel’s mother.

Nozel’s heart raced, a mixture of worry and anger churning within him. The realization that the threat they faced was now personal and direct made the room feel even more suffocating. He tried to focus, but the gravity of the situation and the image of his mother’s curse clouded his thoughts.

In the midst of the chaos, Nozel’s mind wandered to you, and he struggled with the conflicting emotions. He was consumed by the responsibility to protect and the personal pain of his failing relationship with you. The meeting’s developments only compounded his stress and guilt.

As the meeting concluded, Nozel left the room, his face a mask of determination and inner turmoil. He knew he had to act quickly to address the crisis, but the weight of the unresolved conflict with you lingered like a heavy shadow over him.

Nozel was engulfed in turmoil. The news of Yami and William’s capture, combined with the looming threat of Megicula, left him grappling with an overwhelming confusion. The thought of facing Megicula, the devil that had cursed his mother, brought a deep sense of dread. He wondered if he was truly strong enough after all these years of training. Would he be able to defeat such a formidable foe, or would he fall in battle, leaving everything he cared about at risk?

As he wrestled with these thoughts, his mind kept drifting back to you. The thought of you, alone and hurt, weighed heavily on him. If he were to fall, what would happen to you? He felt a profound sense of responsibility and guilt, knowing that he hadn’t been there for you as he should have.

With a heavy heart, Nozel made a decision. He walked to your shared bedroom, his steps weighed down by the gravity of his resolve. He found you sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, your eyes red from crying. The sight of you broke his heart even more.

“Nozel, what’s wrong?” you asked softly, though the dread was already clawing at your chest.

He stood there for a moment, almost as if he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Then, with a deep, steadying breath, he spoke. “Y/n, this isn’t working anymore. We need to end this.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, leaving you breathless. You stared at him, disbelief and confusion flooding your mind. “What? What are you talking about? End this? What do you mean, Nozel?”

“I mean exactly that,” he said, his voice cold, distant, a stark contrast to the man you knew. “I can’t keep doing this. I don’t love you anymore.”

You stood up, your legs trembling beneath you. “Nozel… no. You don’t mean that. I don’t believe you.” You stepped closer to him, searching his eyes for any sign of the love that had once been so strong between you. “We’ve been through too much together. I know you don’t mean this.”

He avoided your gaze, his jaw clenching as he tried to maintain his resolve. “It’s over, Y/n. I’ve made up my mind.” You shook your head, refusing to accept it. “No, I’m not going to end this. We’ll fix this, just like we always do. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, we can work through it together. You can tell me, Nozel. Please… there must be a reason for this.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a crack in his cold facade. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by an expression of frustration and anger. “Why can’t you just accept it?” he snapped, his voice harsh. “I’m tired, Y/n. Tired of this constant back and forth. I don’t want to fix anything. I want out.”

The sharpness of his words cut through you like a knife, leaving you reeling. “Nozel, please… you don’t have to do this. I know you’re under a lot of stress, but we can get through it together. I’m here for you, no matter what.” His face twisted with a mix of guilt and anger, and he turned away from you. “You don’t understand, Y/n. I’m done. I can’t be who you want me to be anymore.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice trembling as you pleaded with him. “I don’t want you to be anyone other than who you are. I love you, Nozel, just as you are. Please… don’t throw us away. Not like this.”

He finally met your gaze, his eyes filled with a painful mixture of regret and determination. “I love you, Nozel. The real you. And I know you love me too. Why are you doing this? Why are you pushing me away?”

“Because I’m not good for you!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “Don’t you get it? I’m just going to hurt you more if we keep this up. You deserve better, Y/n. You deserve someone who can give you the love and attention you need, and that’s not me. Not anymore.”

Your tears were falling freely now, your heart shattering with every word he spoke. “How can you say that? How can you decide what I deserve? I chose you, Nozel. I love you, with all your flaws, with all your burdens. Don’t you see that?” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn but refusing to let his resolve crumble.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/n. I’ve made my decision. It’s over.”You grabbed his hands, your voice breaking as you tried one last time to reach him. “Please, Nozel… don’t do this. Don’t let go of us. We can still fix this, I know we can. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s really going on. We’ve always faced everything together… why should this be any different?”

He pulled his hands away, his eyes closing as if to block out the pain in your voice. “There’s nothing to fix, Y/n. I can’t… I won’t do this anymore. I don’t love you.” You felt your heart crumble at his words, but you couldn’t stop the small voice in your heart that refused to believe him. “You’re lying,” you whispered, the realization hitting you with a strange clarity.

“You’re lying, Nozel. I know you still love me. I can feel it. Why are you lying to me? What are you so afraid of?” His eyes snapped open, anger flashing in them as he took a step back, as if putting distance between you would lessen the pain.

“I’m not lying,” he spat out, his voice cold and final. “I don’t love you, and I never will. You’re just a burden I don’t want to carry anymore.” The words struck you harder than anything he had ever said before. It was as if the ground beneath you had been pulled away, and you were left free-falling into a chasm of despair.

“How can you say that to me?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and agony. “After everything… how can you just turn so cold? It felt like just this morning, you were affectionate… and now, now you say you don’t care?”

He looked at you, his eyes hard, his face set in a mask of indifference. “People change, Y/n. Feelings change. And I’ve changed. Whatever we had, it’s gone now. You need to accept that.”

You stared at him, feeling the last vestiges of hope slip away, leaving only a hollow ache in your chest. “It just felt like yesterday, Nozel,” you whispered, your voice filled with pain. “It feels like just yesterday when you pulled me out of the darkest place I’ve ever been. You looked at me with such love in your eyes, and it felt like my world just… fell into place, like everything finally made sense because I had you by my side. How can that change so quickly? How can you expect me to believe that?”

He didn’t answer, his silence more devastating than any words he could have spoken. The man you loved, the man you had believed in, was standing in front of you, but he felt a million miles away. And in that moment, you knew that nothing you could say would change his mind. “I won’t believe you.” you said softly, your voice filled with the pain of acceptance. “I won’t believe that you don’t love me anymore. Why is it that everytime i get closer to you, you only seem to drift further away?”

He looked at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he turned away. “It’s for the best.” he said, his voice hollow, as if trying to convince himself as much as you.You watched him walk away, the tears streaming down your face as the reality of it all began to sink in.

The man who had once been your everything was leaving you, taking with him the love you had believed would last forever.And as the door closed behind him, the only sound in the room was the quiet echo of your sobs, the final, broken remnants of a love that had been shattered beyond repair.

You weren’t ready to give up. Not yet. Despite everything that had been said, despite the pain in your chest that felt like it might never heal, you held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, you could still reach him. You decided to do something special—something to remind him of the bond you shared, the love that you knew was still there, buried under all the hurt.

So you prepared his favorite dish, roast duck, pouring all your love and care into every step. The aroma filled the small kitchen, bringing back memories of happier times—times when a simple meal shared together was all it took to make everything feel right in the world. You carefully wrapped the meal and set off to find him, hoping that this small gesture might be enough to start mending the rift between you.

As you approached the Silver Eagles base, your heart pounded in your chest. You looked around, searching for him, hoping that the sight of his favorite dish might soften whatever had hardened inside him. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted him under a large oak tree, just a little way off from the base.

Relief washed over you as you made your way towards him, but then you froze, your heart stopping in your chest. Nozel was standing there, his back turned to you, leaning in close to someone—someone you didn’t recognize.

Before you could process what was happening, you saw it clearly, his lips meeting hers in a kiss. The basket slipped from your hands, the contents spilling out onto the ground as the world around you seemed to blur. You felt as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs, leaving you breathless and hollow.

The pain you had been holding at bay crashed over you like a tidal wave, threatening to drown you. You wanted to scream, to run, to do anything other than stand there and watch the man you loved—still loved—kissing someone else as if you never existed.

Your feet refused to move, rooted to the spot as your mind struggled to comprehend what your eyes were seeing. The love, the care, everything you had poured into him—it was all shattered in an instant, lying in ruins at your feet. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Not here. Not now.

Finally, you found the strength to move, to turn away before either of them noticed you. Your chest felt tight, your heart heavy with the weight of betrayal. The pain of it all was overwhelming, but you managed to keep it together long enough to walk away, each step heavier than the last.

As you retreated into the shadows, leaving behind the meal you had so carefully prepared, one thought echoed in your mind, the man you had once believed in, who had promised you that nothing could ever come between you, had just done the one thing you never thought possible—he broke your heart in the most cruel and irreversible way.

The whispers began almost immediately after you disappeared. The once lively halls of the Silver Eagles felt emptier, the spaces where you used to walk, now void of your presence. It wasn’t long before people noticed. You weren’t seen in the markets, at the guilds, or even in the usual spots where you and Nozel would sometimes share a quiet moment.

At first, it was just rumors—speculation among the knights and citizens. But then the truth emerged, clear and undeniable, you had left the Clover Kingdom. You packed what little you could carry and slipped away in the dead of night, leaving behind everything you once held dear.

You made your way to the Heart Kingdom, seeking solace in its serene landscapes and distant borders. It was a place untouched by the memories of what once was, a land where you could start anew, far from the heartbreak and betrayal that had driven you away.

In the Heart Kingdom, you carved out a new life for yourself. You found work that kept you busy and new friends who didn’t know your past, who saw you not as the girl who loved a noble but as someone with her own worth and strength. The pain didn’t vanish—it was still there, like a shadow that followed you, but in time, it began to dull, replaced by a sense of peace and determination.

The atmosphere was tense as the Magic Knights prepared for their mission against the Spade Kingdom. The air was thick with the weight of what was to come—a battle that could change everything. Nozel stood with his usual composure, though beneath the surface, his mind was anything but calm.

Before heading out, Nozel called one of his trusted servants aside, his voice low and measured. “Did you ensure the woman was paid and told her it was nothing more than a fleeting moment?” he asked, referring to the woman he had deliberately kissed under that tree. It had been a cold, calculated move—one that pained him more than he could ever admit.

“Yes, Captain. She understands it was all part of the plan,” the servant replied, bowing slightly before hurrying off. Fuegoleon, who had been standing nearby, couldn’t hold back any longer. “Nozel,” he began, his tone heavy with disbelief and a trace of disappointment, “I still refuse to believe you would go that far. After everything you’ve been through together? You’re stronger than this. You’re not going to die anytime soon.”

Nozel didn’t immediately respond. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the dark clouds of war loomed ominously. Finally, he spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, but his words were laced with a deep, underlying pain. “We’re facing an enemy unlike any we’ve encountered before. If I keep her by my side and I fall in battle… I could never forgive myself, even in the afterlife.”

Fuegoleon shook his head slightly, still struggling to understand. “But to push her away like this—to make her think you don’t care…” Nozel turned to him, his eyes hardened by the weight of his decision. “I’d rather have her hate me than mourn me. It’s better this way. If she despises me, she’ll move on. She’ll find a way to live without me, to be strong on her own. But if she loved me until the end… I can’t bear the thought of her drowning in grief. I won’t be the cause of that pain.”

He paused, his gaze dropping to the ground as he clenched his fists, as if trying to hold onto the last remnants of his resolve. “But don’t mistake this for indifference,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love her more than anything, and that’s exactly why I have to let her go. She deserves a future… even if it’s without me.”

As the days in the Heart Kingdom turned into weeks, you found yourself alone with your thoughts more often than not. The vibrant life you tried to build in this new place felt like a fragile façade, barely holding together against the torrent of emotions you kept buried beneath the surface.

You couldn’t escape the memories, no matter how far you ran or how much you tried to distract yourself. The moments of love, the laughter, the promises—everything you had shared with Nozel haunted you, echoing in the quiet of your new life.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across your small cottage, you found yourself sitting by the window, staring out at the fading light. The memories you had been trying to push away came rushing back, overwhelming you.

You thought back to the way he used to look at you, with eyes that held so much warmth and affection. It seemed like just yesterday that you were wrapped in his arms, feeling safe, feeling loved. But now, that warmth was gone, replaced by a coldness that you never thought you’d feel from him.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization hit you—he was gone, not just physically, but in every way that mattered. The man who had once been your everything had vanished, leaving behind only the shell of what you used to know.

“The man I loved…” you whispered to yourself, the words catching in your throat, he’s gone. And what hurts the most is how quickly his feelings for you faded away, like you were nothing more than a passing moment in his life.

You buried your face in your hands, the pain of it all crashing down on you. The promises he made, the love you thought would last forever—it was all gone, dissolved into nothingness. And now, all you were left with was the hollow ache in your chest and the memories that were once so sweet, now tainted by the bitter sting of betrayal.

No matter how much you wanted to believe there was a reason, a deeper meaning behind his actions, you couldn’t shake the truth that had become so painfully clear. The man you loved, the man who had once been your world, had walked away without looking back, leaving you to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart.

And as the last light of day faded into night, you let out a shaky breath, a part of you finally accepting that the Nozel you loved was gone, lost to whatever darkness had consumed him. You were alone now, truly alone, and all you could do was find a way to move forward, even if it meant carrying the weight of a love that had been torn away far too soon.

[h4itani-4ddict]

Reconciliation in the Cold - Maried!Nozel Silva One Shot

Synopsis: Nozel and Y/N argue, Nozel tell his s/o mean things but at the end they reconcile and apologize

Pairing: Nozel Silva (Black Clover) x female! reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff/ SFW

TW: Nozel being mean (saying "I hate u"), argument, crying, emotionally intense, conflictual relationships, communication difficulties and relationship problems, reconciliation (idk if that's all ???)

WC: 416

A/N: I rlly dont like the end bruhhh (btw english isn't my first langage)

There was a palpable tension in the halls of the Silva mansion. Nozel and Y/N stood in the living room, their faces filled with annoyance and frustration. Sharp words filled the air, fueling the raging argument between them.

"Nozel, how can you say such things?" Y/N exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't understand… I thought you loved me."

Nozel crossed his arms, his gaze cold and distant. "I fail to see why you complain so much. You're always so timid and sensitive. I can't even express my frustrations without you bursting into tears."

Nozel's words struck a chord deep within Y/N, leaving her feeling deeply hurt. She always tried to appear strong in front of him, but his words had touched a sensitive nerve. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt misunderstood and rejected.

"If that's how you see me, then maybe… maybe we should take a step back," she whispered, her voice broken.

Nozel hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting his s/o, filled with sadness and vulnerability. He realized the impact of his words and the pain he had inflicted on the person he loved most in the world.

"Y/N, I… I didn't mean that," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'm sorry… I'm just… frustrated, and I don't know any other way to express it."

Nozel's sincere words touched Y/N, a glimmer of hope flickering in her broken heart. She knew Nozel struggled to show his emotions, but his admission of fault gave her hope for reconciliation.

"I understand that you have difficulty expressing your emotions, Nozel, but that doesn't mean you can hurt me without consequences," she replied, her voice trembling. "I want you to understand how much your words can affect others, especially me."

Nozel lowered his head, ashamed of his past actions. "You're right, Y/N. I shouldn't let my frustration dictate my words. I sincerely apologize."

Y/N approached him slowly, placing a hand on his arm. "I forgive you, Nozel, but I want us to work together to improve our communication. We are married, and that means being there for each other even in the difficult times."

Nozel looked up, determination shining in his eyes. "You're right, Y/N. I will be the best husband I can be. I promise to make an effort to open up more and show you how much you mean to me."

His s/o offered him a faint smile, feeling their hearts mend. They embraced each other tenderly, seeking comfort in each other's arms.

"I love you, princess" Nozel whispered against her hair. "And I'm sorry for ever doubting us."

Y/N buried her face in Nozel's chest, feeling her heart settle. "I love you too, Nozel. Promise me we'll always work through things together, no matter the challenges."

Nozel tightened his hold, whispering softly in her ear, "I promise, Y/N. I'll never hurt you again. We'll face every trial together."

In that moment of intimacy, Nozel and s/o realized that their love was stronger than their differences. They were ready to face the future hand in hand, proving that even the coldest of hearts could be warmed by the fires of genuine love.

A/N: I've already said it but I really hate the end, like it's so cringe bro... But hope u liked it

masterlist - requests

[lyranova]

Hello if it's not too complicated I'd like to request for nozel with a very psychologically intelligent s/o? Idk if you've watched the show but she's like Gideon from criminal minds (basically she can tell a person's character and everything about them just by looking at them).

Julius assigns her to nozels team but he always looked down on her because she wasn't a good fighter or had any exceptional magic skills but then one day he watched her go at it and find a criminal he was having trouble finding for months with ease and his heart just goes doki doki??

Nozel with a psychologically smart s/o feels like a good pairing cuz he's not the most expressive person and she can read a person like a book so I feel like she'd make a good partner for nozel

Hiya anon! I have seen Criminal Minds so I know exactly what you mean, although it’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen it 😅! Of course, and I can totally see Nozel with someone who is psychologically intelligent as well, honestly I can see him with many different types of S/O’s 😆. But I hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 787

Warnings: None

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Nozel smiled softly as he gently stroked the side of his girlfriend's sleeping face. They had been together for 3 years now, and he couldn’t help but chuckle when he remembered how the two had met.

They had met when Julius had called Nozel into his office, at first the Captain of the Silver Eagles had thought it would be to scold him or to ask for an update on their pending cases. But instead he was greeted by a smiling Julius and a young woman with a serious look on her face.

As Nozel had walked in Julius began to introduce the woman to him. He said she was very smart and had a sort of “sixth sense” when it came to understanding people and that he believed she could help him on his latest, and most difficult, case.

Nozel had scoffed, this woman had a “sixth sense” when it came to people? It almost made him laugh, there was no way that was possible. But since it was a direct order from the Wizard King, Nozel couldn’t refuse her and had no choice but to allow her into his squad.

He took her out on missions and watched her spar against his siblings and other Silver Eagle mages, if she had this special ability then her magic and fighting skills should be on par right? Wrong. Her fighting and magic skills were well below Nozel’s standards and he started to think maybe Julius was mistaken and had only done this in order to punish Nozel for not being able to catch the criminal plaguing the Capitol.

At least that’s what he initially thought.

But then one day, as Nozel and his squad were looking over the reports and over the evidence of the case. The young woman had walked in and asked if she could take a look at them, and at first Nozel had scoffed but reluctantly handed her the papers. If the Silver Eagles hadn’t managed to catch the criminal all this time, there was no way she would be able to.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

After a few minutes of looking over the evidence the woman suddenly asked if she could talk to one of the witnesses. Nozel and the others had frowned in confusion but agreed, so they took her to the Capitol and let her speak to the witness. After speaking with them for a few minutes and asking a particular set of questions she looked at Nozel and requested that the witness be arrested. Nozel and his squad, along with the witness, all grew confused and began to ask what the meaning of this was.

The woman then began to point out irregularities in the witness story, how the witnesses demeanor and mannerisms changed when they were asked certain questions, and how they smelled of the same chemical that they said was found at the crime scene and that their work allowed them easy access to said chemical.

The witness and the other squad members said that was nothing more than a coincidence but Nozel decided to take a leap of faith and believe her. So he brought the witness in for more questions and they eventually confessed to the crime.

Nozel had wondered if it had just been a stroke of luck, but the more she did it, and the more she helped them solve their most difficult cases he realized that Julius was right. She did have a “sixth sense” when it came to people.

As the two worked together more and more, Nozel began to grow fond of the young woman. When she showed off her intelligence he noticed his heart would skip a beat, and it would do the same thing when she smiled at him for no particular reason. And when the two weren’t working together on a mission Nozel noticed he began to miss her and would feel lonely without her.

He wasn’t sure if these were the feelings of love, but there was certainly something here that he wanted to explore.

One day as the two finished working on a case Nozel decided to ask her out for dinner, at first she had laughed and teased him, before she grew serious and asked if his offer was genuine or if it was out of gratitude for her help. When he told her the offer was genuine she grinned and accepted happily.

That was 3 years ago now, and he couldn’t believe just how much time had gone by.

Nozel was pulled out of his memories when his girlfriend snuggled deeper into his chest. He chuckled softly before wrapping his arms around her, kissing her head, and falling asleep beside her.

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

[xkaidaxxxx]

y/n, Yami or Fuegoleon

Mentions: Rejection, Sadness, healing, Nsfw

Reblogs are appreciated

no, proofread

When he took you back to the hideout you met everyone and after your introductions he tossed a robe at you. “ A new member! Alright!” Asta yelled happily. “You can’t just be tossing those around, captain.” Vanessa said walking past you giving you a glare and went to her room. “ She hasn't had her daily drinks. Don’t worry about her. Now let's fight!” luck said. “ No you idiot!” Noelle replied. You flinched at her loudness. She noticed and calmly spoke, “Let's get you cleaned up and into new clothes.” you nodded and followed her. 

As time passed by you had fallen in love with Yami but you never planned on confessing especially after what you witnessed 2 weeks ago. 

You were on your way downstairs to the living room and since you were at the top floor it was almost like a fucking work out. As you were walking downstairs the hideout decided to rearrange. As it did you saw Yami and Vanessa making out. She was against the wall. Your heart broke. Once you reached the living room you sat down. “You look like you might die.” Finral commented. “I went to visit Henry and got too close. I’m only tired.” you replied leaning back on the couch. Noelle earned your trust and vice versa. You girls are besties and so she knew about your “prince”, she also knew you must have seen something you didn’t like. “ No ma’am you promised we would go out today.” Noelle said, grabbing your hand and dragging you out

You girls reached the city and walked into a nice coffee shop. As soon as you girls got seated she asked, “What happened?” You teared up. “I won’t be confessing to Yami.” you said. She was shocked after all the work you girls put into practicing your flirting skills. You even asked Finral for tips and he said you were hard working. “ What? Why? You worked hard on flirting and gaining the courage to do so.” she said. Noelle was really rooting for you. “I saw him making out with Vanessa while the hideout was rearranging.” you replied. “You still have to do it. Get it out of your system.” she replied. You nodded. You knew she was right. You’d only be suffering if you held it in. Maybe just maybe if you confessed it will help you cry after getting rejected and be easier to move on. 

It took a week for you to gather up the strength to do it. “ Captain Y-Yami…can we talk for a bit?” you asked before he started training. “ Yeah. Make it quick alright.” He replied. “I really like you. These feelings are strong. Would you like to go on a date with me?” you confessed. Your stomach was turning. “I’m flattered that you like me and have the courage to confess to me but no. I do not feel the same way. That and you’re young. 6 years younger. Run along kid.” he replied. Your heart shattered. Tears ran down your cheeks as you walked away going up to your room locking yourself in. 

It took 3 days for the entire magic knights to know about you being rejected. You knew it was Vanessa's doing but you didn’t care. “ I’m not surprised. I’m guessing Yami wants to keep his reputation as clean as possible.” Nozel said. You knew the Silva siblings would make fun of you besides noelle “ No Magic Knight would want to date someone like you. Everyone knows how you were saved by Captain Yami. He was being nice like always.” Char commented. You know she also loves Yami. It was very evident at least to you. “ Leave her alone. Heartache isn’t meant to be laughed at.” Fuegoleon said. He defended you. The meeting was about to start but you decided to leave. “Stupid girl.” Vanessa whispered. 

As time passed Yami couldn’t contain himself anymore. He needed to tell you why he rejected you. As he reached your room he heard whimpers. You were fingering you pretty cunt. “M’fuck.” you said fingering yourself but you just can’t finish. Yami stayed completely silent and loved the pretty sounds leaving your mouth. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. 

During the months you were healing, the Fuegoleon Vermillion managed to enter your heart. He took your virginity. In such a romantic way. You two dated for about 2 months and then you were his girlfriend. You could say you moved on just a tiny bit fast. 

You were missing his touch which is why you were having to masturbate. “ I can't finish.” you spoke and whined. You decided to call him. 

Phone call

Fuegoleon: Hello darling, It’s late. Is everything alright?

Y/n: Leon…I miss you and I can’t finish. I’m frustrated and I need help. Pretty please help me.

Fuegoleon: Naughty girl. 

Video call 

You set your phone straight against a candle on the coffee table scooting close to the edge of the bed. Fuegoleon had the perfect view of your body. Especially your wet cunny. You were blessed by having the room at the top floor. Away from everyone. You bit your lip as you saw him undress and stroke his dick.

Fuegoleon: Rub that pretty little clit f’me baby. 

Y/n: Yes daddy anything for you. 

Yami heard your moans and whines. 

About 3 minutes passed and you came. Fuegoleon knew you loved dirty talk and him teasing you with nasty words. 

Y/n: F-Fuegoleon! 

You were ordered by Leon to rub your clit as fast as you could and you obeyed him. He knew your body so perfectly because after obeying his order you were squirting and you got the screen wet. He also released a big load.

Fuegoleon: fuck

Y/n: More. Daddy, I want more.

When Yami heard Fuegoleon’s name he was shocked. He understood you found someone new and so he left. Defeated. 

Fuegoleon: Don’t worry, my love. I’ll head over. Leave the window open. I love you y/n. See you soon. 

With that Fuegoleon hung up, got dressed and flew to your hideout quietly.

[nova1516]

Promoting this here because it was very fun to write and I’m very proud of it!