#odette x zora

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Portrait of Odette

Just a little reference to this conversation 💚❤️

She belongs to @hybridanafrost

[vilandel]

Black Clover Next Generation II ♣️💘

Family Tree of House Silva

Yes, the Silva were productive... I am biased, obviously^^'

Nymphea and Valentina are twins, with Nymphea being the older one by three minutes. She is more like Nozel personality wise, while Valentina took more after Vanessa. They still got from the other parent, though.

It is a coincidence that they have the same initials as their parents... Nymphea and Valentina were also born on Valentine's Day^^'

Lavinia is the second child of Nozel and Vanessa, also very shy. She doesn't want to be a Magic Knight, finding more happiness in music and songs.

Cassandra was a surprise child, three years after Lavinia, but loved nonetheless. She is the wildest out of her sisters, if there is harshness in the Silva genpool, she got all of it. Cassandra also calls Yami uncle Dumpy.

Diego, Odette, Nebel and Zinnia are quadruplets. Which was a surprised to everyone. Diego and Zinnia are true wild pranksters, mini-versions of their parents, while Odette and Nebel are more calm, almost a miracle given who Nebra and Zora are.

Mathilda came many years later, as a surprise child. Nebra thought that she was done after giving birth to four babies at once, but she was very relieved that it was only one this time. Mathildas birth was also pretty fast, roughly twenty minutes.

The quadruplets are very protective of their baby sister, but baby Mathilda is going to be more a problem child than Diego, Zinnia and her parents together^^'

Eis is the first born of Solid and Rosette. He almost gave his parents and the midwives a scare because he didn't cried immediately when he was born.

Nanthilde is his sister, born four years later. Since she learned how to read, she had a soft spot for riddles and mysteries.

Both Eis and Nanthilde are very kind, like their mother. As much as their father was a brat in his youth, as much they are well-behaved. Solid is actually relieved they don't come too much after him personality wise.

Loreleï is the only daughter of Asta and Noelle. She was born a few days after Eis, which made them best friends since they were babies. Like her cousin Lavinia, she also doesn't want to become a Magic Knight, despite having her mother's amount of magic power.

Her brothers are much younger than her. Airgid is as wild as Asta with Noelles pride, a bit of a brat, but with a heart of of gold.

Nemo is the youngest, wild like his brother but kinder.

Fun fact, both Noelle and Asta were awful at giving names, even for their own children. Nozessa, Zobra and Sosette had to help them on that topic... which wasn't an easy task, but funny.

Nymphea has long silver hair like her father's, wavy like her mother's and Vanessas amethyst purple eyes, she has Silver magic. Valentina has the same eyes as her twin, but long straight hair like her grandmother, in a paler shade of Vanessas rosewood color, her magic is Tapestry. Lavinia has her mother's hair color, but the silky and thick structure of her father's (she wears them in two braids), she also has Nozels metallic lilac eyes, she got Vanessas Thread magic. Cassandra has silver hair, but very wild, a bit of mix of her parents and lavender purple eyes, her magic is Swords... given her wildness, it can be a stress factor for Nozel, one only Vanessa can calm him from.

Diego has his father strong red hair and also his deep blue eyes, looking like a mini-Zora, he has Spark magic. Odette has her mother's silver hair color, very wavy almost curly and like Diego, the eyes of her father, her magic is Cloud. Nebel's hair got a color mixed from his parents, with Nebra's gene a bit stronger, a pale pink, long and straight, his eyes are also a mix of his parents, a strong purple and like his name suggests, he got his mother's Mist magic. Zinnia has also pink hair, but unlike Nebel, her's are a stronger pink and are Wilde like Nebras, she also got her mother's magenta eyes, add to all of this Smoke magic. Mathilda has her father's red hair, pretty wild as well, and her mother's magenta eyes (a heavy contrast) and she got Water magic.

Eis has his mother's straight white blonde hair, which he wears short, his father blue eyes and like his name suggests, his magic is Ice. Nanthilde has curly hair, silver like Solid and Rosettes pale grey eyes (which got her the nickname Most Silver Silva), she got her mother's glass magic.

All of Astelle's children have water-based affinities (personal headcanon that Astas condition is not hereditary). Loreleï has her mother's straight long silver hair (unlike Noelle, she has her hair down most of the time) and her father's bright green eyes, her magic is Snow. Airgid has Astas wild ash blonde hair but wears it shoulder length and Noelles magenta eyes, he has Water magic like his mother. Nemo has silver hair but the same hairstyle like his father and also his mother's magenta eyes, his magic is Mist.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Request from Discord: Can I get a fic where Zora seeing Odette in a dress dancing at a festival and surprising her by asking her to dance in private before she can change out of the clothes. It's surprisingly tender and romantic and they're not sassing one another excessively like normal. They slowly realize they give each other butterflies. Maybe with some jealousy of Zora seeing other men dancing with her. A private dance because he needs to show that he 'can', it's just that he has a reputation to uphold

Pairing: Zora x Odette (oc) Odette belongs to @hybridanafrost Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: general to fluff Warnings: some snarky comments in the beginning but that's it Length: ~1k

It was a cool summer evening in Clover. The sky was clear, and the wind existed only in mere passing breezes that swayed the fireflies that flew through the air. It was the perfect night for the festival a nearby village.

Such events weren’t the kind that Zora would usually participate, not at least in any other form than perhaps lingering in the sidelines, drinking a cup of ale. Which was what he was doing. Just looking at the events, the activities from the sidelines, and side-eyeing the rest of the Bulls whenever they came into vicinity.

And then he saw ... Odette?

At least it looked a lot like Odette. Aside of the fact that she was wearing a nice dress, make-up and her hair was done. She was looking... like a lot of things she usually didn’t. But none of them were bad.

And... she was dancing.

She was dancing among the villagers with a smile on her face, as if having forgotten the worries that the world held. The troubles of the next mission. Or the chilling cold of the next winter. She looked like she wasn’t thinking about anything the harsh world might have to offer.

But instead, she looked... happy.

And in a strange way, Zora thought that... at that moment, Odette looked like she ought to look like.

Happy.

It was such a strange sentiment. But it was one that he couldn’t shake.

She should smile like that.

“Hey Zora!” She called out to him as he was staring into his ale mug, contemplating on what he was feeling.

“What is it?” He glanced at her.

“Care to dance?” She asked with a smirk and while extending her hand.

His eyes landed on the hand, delicate and smooth, unlike the life she had lived. And from there, it lifted to her eyes, only to return to the ale mug in his hand. “I don’t dance” he only replied before taking a sip from the mug.

“What? You got two left feet?” She asked with a smirk, but he didn’t comment, just took another sip, a longer one. With which she let out something that sounded like a combination of a hum and a huff, but waved it off with a shrug. “Suit yourself,” she commented before waltzing back to the crowd, and the numerous people who were more than happy to have her as a dancing partner.

He could see it. The way the other men there looked at her with admiration, and for some reason it really irritated him. It made him scowl at them, for they didn’t know what they were looking at. They didn’t know her, and they wouldn’t even try to understand her.

Not that he could claim to understand her either, not really anyways.

But still, his eyes lingered on her as she danced. As she smiled. As she laughed. Just making sure that she...

Actually, he wasn’t sure why he was looking at her.

But, as the dances ended, and she begun walking back to the base, Zora placed his ale mug onto the bar counter, paid and went after her. But he really hasted his steps only after they were outside of the city, away from under prying eyes.

“Hey, Odette,” he said while catching up to her, making her stop and turn around.

“Oh?” She smirked. “Scared to walk back all by yourself?”

“No.” He simply said, looking at her, as they stood there.

“Then... what is it?” She asked with a small frown. She wasn’t sure what.... what to make of the situation.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was still something so... unnerving to the ... moment, the place, and the time. Like the butterfly swirling in her stomach would have begun, right out of the blue.

“Just that... you look... good.”

“...That’s sarcasm, right?” She asked. She had to ask, even if there was a part, a tiny part of her that she wouldn’t admit to having, that wished it to not be.

“No,” he replied, evoking the faint whisper in the back of her head. “For once, it isn’t,” he continued, while still looking towards her with half-lidded eyes.

“O-oh...” she uttered, taken aback by the honesty, the genuine sentiment of his statement in contrast to the usual snarky remarks that he made. This... this Zora she wasn’t sure if she had ever seen. And, had she been brave enough to admit it, this Zora she liked.

She might have found the usual snarky Zora amusing, maybe even captivating in a strange sense, but this... this one she... liked. In a way she hadn’t liked him before.

“So... care to dance?” He asked while extending his hand out to her.

Her eyes fell onto the hand, and then back at him. “You said that you don’t dance,” she commented with a curious frown as a moment of silence filled the air, after which he replied:

“That’s not a no.” Just like that. And... he had a point. It wasn’t a ‘no’. But it wasn’t a yes either.

The ‘yes’ was in her placing her hand onto his, and letting him take the lead into a dance in the quiet of the night, away from prying eyes.

His steps were secure and smooth, moving seamlessly on the ground, despite it being uneven. It was as if he knew the terrain by heart, or... that dancing was like second nature to him, which seemed very unlike of Zora. The rebel. The punk. The man in a leather mask.

“So... you do dance,” she smirked as they waltzed away in a tender, slow dance.

“Just not in public,” he spoke with soft syllables. “I have a reputation to uphold, after all,” he smirked.

“Mhm,” she hummed while sinking further into the moment, the dance, and his embrace.

Sure, she could have commented something back, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to break the moment. The peace and the quiet. The rare experience of dancing the night away with him, with someone she... could trust.

This night would be one that she’d remember forever.

[hybridanafrost]

BC OC Odette Dumont x Zora Ideale

"A-Are you asking me to dance?"

So earlier I posted this headcanon for Zora's family and their relationship with dancing.

And naturally a scene developed from that involving Zora and my OC Odette.

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Zara had brought his son out to a festival to finally put those dance lessons to use and socialize with kids his age.

Zora, being such a shy boy, mostly kept to himself until his eyes caught the sight of 11yr old Odette. Needless to say, it was crush at first sight. Zara caught the look his son had and nudged him in her direction. "Go on, ask her to dance."

To say his son was nervous would be an understatement. Zora could barely verbalize the whole interaction. He got her attention by tapping her shoulder from behind.

Odette, being wary from her abusive home life and being bullied by the boys at the orphanage spun around alarmed. She had dropped into the fighting stance Yami taught her with her fists up to protect her face. Zora nearly jumped back scared he was going to get his butt whooped. Odette's eyes drop to Zora's open hand stretching out to her, shaking a bit from the nerves.

"A-Are you asking me to dance?" She blinked, putting down her fists. Her voice was gentle as to not scare him off.

The boy swallowed hard and nodded.

Odette looked over at Morgen, who was her chaperone for the evening.

"Go ahead, Odette." Morgen gave an approving smile.

"Kay." She took the boy's hand and was genuinely surprised with how well this quiet boy could move his feet. She offered him a smile and thanks when the dance ended.

Zora nodded in affirmation before returning to his father's side. The grin on Zara's face was massive. He teased his son about how grand it would be if that pretty girl were to become his future wife someday.

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For Odette's backstory you can check out the link below. Trigger warning for abuse.

[cactuscreeks]

A Name List

I really wanted to make a list of name that aren’t the typical boring ones  it’s kinda long  so I thought I’d share? I’d recommend going to the doc for sorting faster. The names are also going under the cut because there is a bunch.

-A-

Ace

Adley

Agatha

Alexei

Aloe

Aloysius

Arabella

Archer

Arthur

Aster / Asterin

Astrid

Atlas

August

Auriel

Averil

Axel

-B-

Bandit

Barnaby

Blaze

Blythe

Belle

Benedict

Buck

Brycin

-C-

Cain

Callida

Camdyn

Camille

Capri

Cecilia / Cecily

Celaena

Chaol

Chia

Clara

Clover

Colt

Cora

Cori

Corin

Cyril

Cyrus

-D-

Daci

Dae

Dahlia

Dafine

Daia / Daian

Dash

Delan

Diesel

Dinah

Divya

Draven

Drusilla

-E-

Ebony

Edmund

Elaena

Eleanor

Elias

Elide

Emmett

Enoch

Etta

Evangeline

Enzo

-F-

Fabio

Fal

Fergus

Flora

Foster

Frances

Frankie

Freya

Fraser

Fyfe

Fynly

-G-

Gaeton

Gage

Garth

Gavin

Gen

Genavieve

Gideon

Ginni

Graham

Greer

Grey

Gunner

Gwyn

-H-

Hal / Hali

Hanly

Harlow

Harper

Henrietta

Hester

Holden

Horace

Hugh

Hypatia

-I-

Ida

Iggie

Ilia

Iona

Imogen

Indi

Indigo

Ira

Irene

Irwyn

Isla

Ivar

-J-

Jasper

Jax

Jessamine

Jezebel

Jia

Jinx

Jude

Jules

Julian

June

-K-

Kai

Kaltain

Karn

Kensley

Kenzo

Kieran

Kit

Krysta

-L-

Langley

Leo

Lennox

Lilith

Linette

Livia

Lorelie

Lumi

Luna

Lyra

-M-

Maeve

Manuel

Mara

Marabelle

Marlin

Mango

Magnus

Manon

Marlowe

Mica

Millie

Milo

Moe

-N-

Nadie

Naomi

Narra

Narses

Nehemia

Nelson

Nene

Nesryn

Nessa

Nigel

Nova

November

-O-

Oaklyn

Oba

Obbi / Obe

Ocean

Octavian

Odette

Ohara

Omari

Onyx

Onika

Opal

Ophelya

Orel

Orie

Oskar

Otis / Otto

-P-

Pace

Pandora

Parker

Pasha

Pavlo

Pea

Peanut

Perrie

Pia

Poe

Phoenix

Pike

Placyd

-Q-

Quillen

Quilla

Quincy

Quinn

Quintin

Quinty

Quix

-R-

Raely

Rafe

Rai

Rakeen

Ramzi

Ransom

Rayan

Rayner

Rin

Rio

Rocket

Rowan

Ruby

Rudy

Ruth

Ryker

-S-

Saffira

Sage

Sanjae

Sebastian

Sephra

Shade

Shiloh

Silas

Sinclair

Sinjin

Slade

Sloan

Soma

Sora

Suzume

-T-

Taddeo

Talon

Tatiana

Tavvy

Terryn

Tessa

Thames

Tiberius

Titus

Tobias

Tora

Trey

Tuesday

-U-

Udell

Ugo

Ulan

Uli

Ulrike

Umber

Una

Uri

Ursa

-V-

Vann / Vanni

Venus

Vernon

Vesa

Vic

Vida

Vin

Viro

Vyolette

-W-

Walten

Warren

Wasten

Wade

Waylan

Wednesday

Wiley

Willa

Windi

Winslow

Winter

Wren

Wyn

-X-

Xandi

Xavier

Xander

Xen

Xin

Xuxa

Xylon

Xzander

-Y-

Yan

Yasmin

Yazz

Yvone

Yza

-Z-

Zadie

Zadik

Zane

Zara

Zayden

Zeke

Zevi

Zion

Zia

Zola

Zoilo

Zora

Zuri

Zyler

[vilandel]

Next Gen Inccorect Quotes X ♣️💘

*The royal children of Clover having a crystal tournament, camp of the Silvas*

Nymphea: So, is there any way for us to protect the crystal at 100%? Valentina: Literally 100% or only possibly 100%? Nymphea: Literally. Eis: Damn, that is going to be difficult... Zinnia: We attack the Kiras and Vermillions directly all together, that is the only way! Cassandra: But that leaves our crystal unprotected, idiot! Zinnia: Who are you calling idiot? Nebel: No need to fight each other, the other royals are already enough for now. Lavinia: Well, it's just a game... The others won't really try to kill us, right? Nymphea: Well, we wouldn't need to be extra cautious if Diego wouldn't have insulted Yogan. Diego: I only called him a boring bloody bookworm who only reads, that's all. Loreleï: You forgot that he has Lava magic. Odette: And that he is scary especially with calm anger. Nanthilde: And that his mother is Mereoleona Vermillion. Valentina: And Airgid insulted auntie Mimosas children, somehow. Loreleï: Seriously, little brother? Can't you use your brain for once? Nemo: He can't, he has mom's temper with dad's stupidity. Not a good mix. Airgid: I just told Jacinto, Iris and Amaryllis that their mother is mostly a healer and not a warrior. Nymphea: Airgid, you are my cousin and I love you, but you should stop dismiss healers. Loreleï: Do you want mom and dad hear about it? You know how much they care four auntie Mimosa. Airgid: I'm not afraid... please don't tell them! Cassandra: Great, I thought we only needed to watch out for the Kiras, now the Vermillions are also a big threat. Great job. Eis: Okay, so what can we do to protect the crystal fully? Nymphea: We might need a special crystal protector. Nemo: Someone with big magic powers! Nebel: That is all of us, idiot, we are royalty. Nanthilde: Maybe someone crazy enough to not only defend, but to also attack? Lavinia: But who in their right mind would be crazy enough... Oh. Everyone: *turns towards Mathilda* Valentina: That would work. Loreleï: But she is the youngest of our generation. Eis: Yet she punched uncle Yami to sit on the floor when she was only a month old. And then there was the ball incident when she was one year old... Airgid: Let's not talk about that one! Diego: Beloved little sister, do you want the Silvas to win? Mathilda: Yep. Odette: Do you want to do something crazy? Mathilda: Always. Nebel: Do you want to attack and defend together? Mathilda: Ok. Zinnia: Do you want to let your Water Magic go wild? Mathilda: Is that even a question? Nymphea: It's settled, you will protect our crystal. And show no other mercy than life to our adversaries. Mathilda: HELL YEAH! Cassandra: Our parents might be shocked... But at least we will win. And they did.

Nymphea, Valentina, Lavinia and Cassandra are the daughters of Nozel and Vanessa. Diego, Odette, Nebel, Zinnia and Mathilda are the children of Zora and Nebra. Eis and Nanthilde are the children of Solid and Rosette. Loreleï, Airgid and Nemo are the children of Asta and Noelle.

[vilandel]

Next Gen Inccorect Quotes IX ♣️💘

Mother Day Special 💘

*For Mother's Day, Nebras children show her how good they took her lessons about handling jerk nobles* Diego: Lord Lügner, if you continue to bother our mother, I will kick you in the balls and put scratching powder on your ass. Odette: Don't you think that just because you were once vice-captain that you can do what you want, especially suggesting vaguely a divorce because our father is a peasant. Who beat you up, once. Yes, he told us that and yes, we are clever children, we know what divorce mean. Nebel: By the way, you WERE vice-captain, you aren't anymore. Doesn't speak for you, since it was never your own choice. Lord Kaiser wanted to make the Purple Orcas better and you as vice-captain was something he needed to undo to achieve that. And you aren't even a Magic Knight anymore. Zinnia: You are an asshole. Mom was very right about you. Oh, you don't like the insult? I know worse and I can tell you those while putting chili powder in your nose and said asshole. Mathilda: *two-year-old toddler angry noises, plus taking down her very stinky diapers to throw it a Lord Lügners face* Nebra: *crying tears of joy* My little sweet disasters, I am so proud. Zora: What the fuck is going on here? Nebra: Our children are talking down Xerx Lügner in my honor for Mother's Day. Not only the quadruplets, but also the savage baby. Zora: ... Damn, our kiddos are the best savages.

@f-oighear and @mamavino, you love Zobra a lot as well, so this is a bit for you too 💘

[vilandel]

Next Gen Inccorect Quotes VII ♣️💘

*At a royal gathering* Nebel: Should we stop them? Odette: By ourselves or shall we get one of our aunts and uncles? Nebel: Have any of those options any chance of success? Odette: Not really. Maybe the second one might work if we get auntie Rosette, but I wouldn't count on even that to avoid the Disaster. Zora: And I told you that this is stupid! Nebra: I didn't forced to wear a suit for the occasion, you should be thanking me! Diego: *being held back by Nebra* It is not my fault you look like a dumpster cotton candy! Zinnia: *being held back by Zora* And it is not my fault that you look like a bleeding strawberry tart! Nebel: How do mum and dad manage to hold back Diego and Zinnia from fighting while having their own argument going on. Odette: Must be some kind of talent... Oh, Nebel, have you seen our baby sister? She was right there ten seconds ago. Nebel: *looks around and gets pale* MATHILDA, NO, THIS VASE IS NOT A TOILET! Zora, Nebra, Diego, Zinnia: *stopping their fights immediately in a panic* Someone mentioned Mathilda?

For the record, baby Mathilda is two years old here...

And this example (I still have more) is how I imagine the future Zora x Nebra family in a nutshell 😅 Disaster Parents and their five children. Quadruplets – Two always at each other's throats and loving it, two more calm but still disasters – and a crazy baby 😅

[vilandel]

Four Make Five

Summary After having quadruplets, Nebra and Zora agreed that four children at once was more than enough for them. But years later, number five is on the way...

A/N Yep, I gave Zobra quadruplets, plus another baby later on. Sorry Nebra, but you did great 💘 If there is one thing to know about Zobra family, is that there is a lot of disasters, but this is also how they are, right @f-oighear ❤️

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Nebra knew her reflection in the mirror by heart. She saw herself grow in mirrors since she was old enough to remember. How many times did she stared within mirrors after her mother died, to try and discover any traits she might have gotten from Acier? How many times has observed herself, to see if she looked like a proper princess, be it for a ball, if she was looking good enough for a noble circle and if she was trying an outfit that might have been more or less Zoras taste somehow?

Zora… The peasant that became her husband due to circumstances. A pain in the fucking ass, but the only man in the world that matched her will to hunt, to talk and to never bend. Plus the best partner she could wish for when it came to talk down nobles and to put those assholes in their places.

And that peasant now royal was indirectly another reason for her countless observations at her reflection.

Nebra sighed deeply as she put her shirt up a bit, just enough to reveal her belly. And the pregnancy stripes.

This was a trait she definitely got from her mother and it was a bit of a consolation. Acier also got those weird looking stripes with each pregnancy. It must be a Silva thing, since Noelle got them too when she was pregnant with Loreleï, Airgid and Nemo. A little something she got in common with her little sister.

But of course, this wasn’t only a Silva typical mystery. Rosette wasn’t born Silva and she got pregnancy stripes too, be it with Eis or with Nanthilde. Well, it wasn’t a surprise, Solids wife was incredibly thin, it was bound to happen.

Vanessa was the only one had practically had more or less dream pregnancies and didn’t get any pregnancy stripes. Not with the twins, not with Lavinia and even not with surprise baby Cassandra. Nebra sometimes was about envious about Nozels wife, because she never had to think twice before she could wear a bikini. Okay, Rosette didn’t either, but she never felt any complex about those stripes anyway and this was a detail.

But there was a difference between Nebra and Acier, Noelle and Rosette. All of them got pregnant a few times and only one baby each. While Nebra only got pregnant once… and gave birth to four babies at once.

Nebra groaned as she remembered the admirative statement of the mid-wife. That she had a body perfectly build to give birth to more than one or two babies at once. Well, thank you very much, it was great to have a rare body for something that was terribly painful already for just one brat alone, so what about four?

They shouldn’t have been surprised. Twins run into the Silva family, the birth of Nozels and Vanessas twin daughters was just another reminder. But when twins run into a family, there was also a small chance that triplets or quadruplets or more could be born. Everyone knows that, but why expecting something that was already a rarity? Quadruplets even more than triplets!

And yet, it happened and Nebra was the lucky one to get that special four baby blessing. For once, she would have preferred to be normal than standing out.

It had been a pain to get four babies out and Nebra questioned her mother for having been ready to go through birth hell four times. But well, at the same time, Acier got for babies one after the other, not at the same time.

Plus having quadruplets somehow made Nebras pregnancy stripes a bit more prominent than Noelles, Rosettes or Aciers. At least, it was what Nebra was feeling.

In any case, she and Zora had decided that four children were enough. At least the pain was worth it. Diego, Odette, Nebel and Zinnia were a handful, but neither Zora nor Nebra would have exchanged them in any way. Those were THEIR children, enough reason to adore them. 

And Nebra also wasn’t sure that she would be able to have more, given the difficult birth she went through.

But that was proven wrong by her most recent discovery.

Nebra was grateful that Noelle, Rosette and Vanessa supported her, especially when she got the confirmation. But she had needed some time alone and of course, she called for Zora to come. It concerned him as well.

All Nebra hoped now that she would get rid of her current shock, it was a pain in the ass. And she needed a clear mind facing Zora with those news.

“What a way to order me to come like that, Little Miss Royal. I’m your husband, not your butler, the stupid wedding bad should be a reminder that shit.”

And of course her husband peasant turned royal just couldn’t wait until she calmed down a bit to appear. Granted, she had asked him to come quickly, but this was a detail. He could have made her wait to piss her off, like he adored to do.

“You could have knocked, you know.”

“Nah, we’re married, courtesy has no place in it.”

“Nozel, Asta and even Solid are doing this with their wives!”

“Your braided bro is a sickening gentleman and got lucky Vanessa swoons for that. Asta can’t make the difference, he is just that kind and Noelle still got headaches because he is still often an idiot. As for your other bro, he got married to one of the only good nobles out there, so he better be polite with Ro.”

Well, since Rosette was loved by everyone in their family, Nebra couldn’t argue with the last part. But she wouldn’t tell Zora that and besides, he might know it already.

“So, what is so important that I have to go see you instead of pranking Magna and Luck after coming back from a mission? Okay, cap was in a foul mood because apparently one of us disturbed him while he was with captain Charlotte in bed, so there is a good reason why I didn’t hesitate to rush here. So, what’s going on? Is one of the kiddos sick?”

“No.”

“Have they done something to some ancient Silva family object that was in the fucking family for centuries?”

“No. Okay, Diego and Zinnia used an ancient shield from seven centuries ago to skate down the stairs, but this belonged to our jerk of a father, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Did they insult a powerful noble who is now shitting on the Silvas?”

“I wish, nobles are getting bolder lately, they deserve a good talk down again. But no, it’s not that either.”

“Please don’t tell me you only summoned me here like a dog because you’re hungry or somethin’.”

“Now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind this Hino dish made with raw fish.”

“Geez, don’t you hate that one? The only time when you were willingly craved for that was when… when… you were expecting the kiddos.”

The slow realization was plain on Zoras face as he sat down on the bed. And only then Nebra realized that she spilled the beans. Granted, she hadn’t thought at all about how to tell him that she was pregnant, but this would do it. It wasn’t very royal, for sure. But Nebra was pregnant right now, she had the best excuse to currently not have the patience to act like a proper royal.

Nebra sighed and joined Zora on the bed. He was processing and despite his many flaws, she couldn’t blame him for that. They hadn’t talked about having other children. Why even, they got for at once the first time, it was more than enough! And now…

“How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long do you know?”

“Just today. And before you ask, I went to see Owen already, so he knows. Noelle, Rosette and Vanessa know as well, they were with me. In fact, it was Vanessa and Rosette who had the first suspicions.”

Zora remained calm, visibly still under shock. Nebra let him be, but she couldn’t help but start feeling kinda anxious. Why? She didn’t know and she hated it.

Slowly, she took Zoras hand in hers. He didn’t back away. A small relief.

“Well, that’s something.”

“You can say that, peasant.”

“Hey, I’m technically not a peasant anymore since I’m married to your royal ass! Plus, I’m the fucking dad of your kiddos, remember?”

“Peasant turned royal.”

“Yeah, and I still have no idea how this happened. But back on the brat topic…”

Nebra waited for him to continue. And Zora probably waited for her to continue, as silence settled again between them.

Nebra hated that. She had to say something, since her oaf of a husband has apparently decided to remain in shock. Silence won’t bring them anything right now!

“Do you think you can be happy about it?”

And they both spoke up.

Zora and Nebra just stared at each other. Irritated, which was already better than shock.

Nebra sighed again – how many times has she sighed today? She probably made a new record – and put her free hand on her belly. “I didn’t have time to think about that. To focused on the shock. But I’m not against it. It just… wasn’t planned.”

“Yeah. I can get that. But if your braided bro can be happy about their own surprise brat, maybe we can too?”

“We’re not Nozel and Vanessa, not to mention that they had only three children when Cassandra was born. We… have four already.”

“What’s the difference between three and four?”

“A big one in my books.”

Nebra sighed again, adding to her new record in the making. “I’m not against this new child, that is certain. It was a pain to put those four disasters out of my womb, but if there is something we can agree on, is that it was worth it.”

“While you were expecting the four brats, you often woke me up in the middle of the night because you had a pregnancy mood starve for something specific that you can only get at one specific point in the whole kingdom and I have to fly hours there and back to get it, while most often the starving mood was over once I got back. You had crying attacks for hours even at the Black Bulls base that had shocked my squadmates so much that they got a panic attack, even the captain that he dared to interrupt his toilet breaks and one time Charmy had even thought that she made horrible food for you to cry that much. Not to mention that you nonstop insulted me while you were giving birth, shocking the mid-wife and the servants with your cursing words. But yeah, it was worth it.”

“Rude, how dare you remind me of those awful moments?”

Zora just snickered and Nebra grinned in return. But her eyes went back to her belly. It was still flat, but it won’t stay that way. She remembered how it was when she was expecting her quadruplets. Her belly had been enormous, not even Vanessa had been that fat when she had been pregnant with Nymphea and Valentina.

“I hope this time it will only be one.”

“Fuck, peasant, I hope this too. I’m not even ready for having four babies at once again! Imagine, eight children with only two pregnancy, how fucking crazy is that? No, please just one or two at worst, but not more!”

“What not more, mum?”

Nebra and Zora flinched and turned around, only to see their four children at the door frame, looking at their parents with big eyes. Diego and Zinnia had a smug on their faces, while Odette and Nebel observed them as if they try to decide if it they should be shocked, roll their eyes or laugh.

Another sigh escaped Nebras lips. A happy one. Yes, she loved her four children no matter what. Even though the six of them definitely weren’t a typical harmonious family, even by commoners standards.

“Come here, you little disasters. Your father and I have something to tell you.”

Nebra quickly exchanged a glance with Zora. Of course they had to tell their quadruplets that they will have a sibling in a few months. They just hadn’t thought about it yet. Well, duh, that new pregnancy got them by surprise, they had a good excuse!

The quadruplets climbed onto the bed and sat in front of their parents, waiting with various degrees of curiosity. Nebra smiled with affection as she glanced at her seven-year old children. Born at the same time, yet different.

Diego, looking like a mini-Zora without the mask, but with the blue eyes and the red hair, with a weakness for pranks and talking down on nobles.

Odette, who promised to become a true beauty with those silver silky curls and the blue eyes, a kind princess but with a mystery touch as spooky stories were already her favourite kind of literature.

Nebel, the one who got Nebras mist magic, looking so sweet with his pale pink hair and the purple eyes, mix of his parents, a true gentleman who loved poetry and violins, while still looking down on many nobles and the one quadruplet who was the best with the infamous Silva glare.

Zinnia, who was mini-Nebra except for the pink hair, a stronger shade than Nebels, big on pranks and who was already a master at kicking or punching.

How will the unborn baby end up like?

“Okay, you brats, in a few months you all will be older brothers and older sisters, congratulations.”

Leave it to Zora to not beat around the bush. But Nebra would give him that, it was better than to prepare their brats mentally for half an hour or something. That would have been a waste of time anyway.

She carefully observed the quadruplets. There was no motion for a few seconds. Then…

“Nice joke, try again.”

Diego and Zinnia.

“Really? That’s so cool!”

Odette and Nebel.

While Odette and Nebel immediately crawled to Nebra and touched her belly – the quadruplets never believed the tale with the stork in any way – Diego and Zinnia were still waiting for their parents to tell it was just a joke. Which didn’t happened.

Nebra and Zora just stared back at them with a smug grin and the two slowly realized that it wasn’t a dumb joke. The slow surprise on Diegos and Zinnias faces was just perfect as they gradually understood what it implied.

“Wait! Does that mean that we will have a sibling that is years younger than us and not born the same day?”

“Like it is with all of our cousins?”

“Seriously you brats, is this what you get out of the news?”

“Shut up, dad!”

“Little Miss Royal, your kiddos are not acting very royal.”

“They are also your brats, peasant, so you are to blame for that.”

Zora showed her the middle-finger, to which Nebra answered by pulling her tongue at him. Nozel and Noelle always got in despair each time they acted like that around their own children.

Besides, the quadruplets weren’t even focusing on those impolite gestures, as all four of them were concentrating on Nebras belly, wondering and commenting about the baby, if it will be a brother or a sister, what name it will get and who will be the “mentor” of said sibling.

For the first time since she got the news, a genuine and big smile appeared on Nebras lips. Actually, despite the pain in the ass it will be, despite the pregnancy stripes, she was happy to have a baby again.

But please only one this time!

♣♣♣

Months later, 24th November of the same year…

“Woah, she is so tiny!”

“Zinnia, you were that tiny too when you and your siblings were born.”

“Really, dad? Hard to believe, I’m a big girl now!”

Zora hold himself back to reply that she was now only eight years old, which wasn’t making her a big girl yet. But okay, compared to her newborn little sister…

He looked at the tiny baby in his arms. Thankfully, Mathilda wasn’t crying anymore, but she still looked kinda crazy around her. For some reason, Zora had the feeling that this little one will be a bigger pain in the ass than the quadruplets ever were.

Thank goodness, it was only one baby this time. Another bunch of quadruplets would have been too much and too weird. And thank goodness that the birth wasn’t long, which meant that Nebra didn’t have time to curse him.

Mathilda Silva, born in roughly twenty minutes. A record within royalty, Zora had no reason to not believe it.

Zora looked at the quadruplets, who didn’t get tired to look at their new baby sister. Heck Diego even started to make faces at Mathilda, only to get weird glares from the baby and elbow punches by Odette.

“So, can I have a glance at the baby I gave birth too or do you five want to keep her away forever?”

“You got her in your womb for nine months, Little Miss Royal, so don’t complain that we get priority to look at her.”

Still, Zora handed Mathilda at Nebra who cradled the baby. The genuine affection in her eyes was truly something. Zora knew that his wife was a bitch in many ways. But she was his bitch and there was a heart behind this fucking pride. And her love for their children couldn’t be truer, despite all crap.

“Red hair and magenta eyes… That is a strong eye-catcher for sure,” Nebra commented while poking Mathildas nose softly.

“What did you expect? This is us, of course it’s going to be some kind of wild mix one way or another. Look at the other brats.”

Said brats now climbed on the bed to continue their closer look at their new sister, Odette and Nebel holding Diego and Zinnia back to climb on Nebra.

Nebra just smiled at him, a rare genuine smile that Zora couldn’t help but give back. Yeah, their family was disastrous and the last brat wasn’t planned at all after the quadruplets. But this was their family still and they refused to have it any other way.

[loosesodamarble]

AAAAAAHHHHHH!

The simple tenderness of trust and understanding!

Zora showing his kinder side to Odette and her opening up to him because kjahgaiurtharl!

I wanna see more of these two falling in love and being a power couple! I know this is just them pining/falling in love but it's just so sweet!

So, the OC oneshot request for @hybridanafrost with her OC Odette and Zora. 

They were out on a mission, but wound up soaked through while falling into a lake, and had to cuddle for warmth. And there’s *gasp* only one bed

Pairing: Odette Dumont (OC; not mine) x Zora (CC)

Genre: fluff/slice of life

Length: ~1.3k

Warnings: nudity due to having to get out of soaked clothes, romantic tension, mention of scars, mutual pining

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[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

So, the OC oneshot request for @hybridanafrost with her OC Odette and Zora. 

They were out on a mission, but wound up soaked through while falling into a lake, and had to cuddle for warmth. And there’s *gasp* only one bed

Pairing: Odette Dumont (OC; not mine) x Zora (CC)

Genre: fluff/slice of life

Length: ~1.3k

Warnings: nudity due to having to get out of soaked clothes, romantic tension, mention of scars, mutual pining

“It’s a good thing they had a room left,” Zora sighed while opening the door to the last room of the inn.

He had been on a mission with Odette, a childhood friend of Yami, and a current member of the Black Bulls, just like him. But they had been forced to seek shelter, after Zora had to fish Odette out of an icy lake, since she followed a wild beast that had been terrorizing nearby villages onto thin ice.

“Y-yeah..” Odette replied, shaking like a leaf while hugging her sides. Her clothes were soaked through. Both of their clothes were soaked through.

The innkeeper had stated that he’d draw a bath for them, but it’d take a while since in a rural area such as the one they were in, they’d have to warm water the old fashion way. So, for now they were forced to find warmth in the confines of the room they had been supplied.

“And of course there is only one bed,” he announced, with a voice that was filled something that sounded like sarcasm. Only that it wasn’t. There indeed was only one bed.

If Odette hadn’t been shivering out of her mind, she would have been blushing. But now… it was almost like even the train of her thought had frozen over as well.

Zora sighed again, rubbing the back of his head, feeling the pricking of his hair. At least its frost had started melting a little.

“You can undress first. I’ll turn around until you’re under covers,” he said, turning his back to Odette and the bed.

“U-unnndresss?! A-are yo-u inn-sa-ane?!” She uttered, trying to get the words out despite the rattling of her jaw; her teeth clicking against each other.

“Look… your clothes are soaked through, the same as mine. We travelled gods know how long to get here, we’ve already lost so much body heat that it’s only sensible to get out of these clothes,” he reasoned.

Her jaw clenched, even more than it already did from the cold, because she didn’t like the idea. She knew that he was correct. It was reasonable to get out of the wet clothes, and under warm bedcovers. It was. He was being sensible about it.

But. She still didn’t like it.

“Yo-u pro-promise that yu won’t look?” She asked, shivering

“I won’t,” he assured her, turning his back to her again.

She hesitated for a moment, but in the end, got undressed, and climbed under the covers. The soft blanket wrapped around her, and brought warmth to her bones, little by little, but… she was still shivering.

“You ready?” He asked, still keeping his gaze to the wall.

“Yeah…” she muttered, wrapping the blanket more tightly around herself.

“Alright then,” he muttered, starting to take off his own clothes, which made Odette blush. This time she did blush.

She buried her face to the blanket, trying to hide the blush, and to keep herself from seeing Zora. Because damn, even while clothed he walked around with his six pack showing. But… in just a few moments he’d be in the same bed as her, just as naked as her.

Her heart started racing. God damn it… It’s not like I had to go on a mission with him, but now all of this is happening?! I haven’t even… okay maybe it’s better that I haven’t told him yet that I have a crush on him… But just… This is too much! Like the fuck am I supposed to do?!

She felt the bed shift next to her; the sheets ruffled. There was a tug of the blanket.

“Don’t-!” She started, swallowing. “Don’t look at me,” she said. It was bad enough that she wasn’t facing him, that her back was to him, but that they really were… just inches away from each other.

He paused for a moment, as if wondering where it was coming from, the forcefulness of it. She was safely tucked under the covers, at least he thought she was. But… he understood the sentiment.

“And you don’t look at me either,” he replied. “I’m not wearing my mask, so, don’t look at me.”

Seconds ticked between them, but it felt like they had been caught in a river without time. Because the ticking of seconds ceased to be. Instead, she was overtaken by faint amusement. They both had uncovered something on their bodies that they wanted to hide. She wanted to hide the scars on her back, and he wanted to conceal his face.

“Hey… can you keep a secret?” She asked, still lying on her side, her back hidden under the covers that were wrapped around her.

He let out a scoff. “Yeah.. ‘Cause people take one look at me and think that I’m trustworthy,” he said, sarcasm flooding through the syllables.

“Well…” she uttered with a whisper, while wearing a faint smile. “You don’t… talk a lot about yourself. Like… I don’t know that much about you…”

There was a pause, a moment of hesitation, before he spoke again. “Doesn’t mean that I’m trustworthy…” he noted.

“Yami trusts you. I think it’s more than enough…” she replied with a hushed tone.

He let out another scoff, but this one was amused. “You know… you trust too easily.”

“I don’t…” she replied. “But.. umm… I’ll make you a deal.”

“What kind of a deal?”

“I’ll show my back if you show me your face,” she suggested. “It’ll be easier to…”

“Share body heat in order to stay warm if we’re closer?”

“Yeah…”

There was a faint pause that lingered in the air again, as he thought, and she waited.

“Deal…” he finally whispered.

“Okay…” she agreed, taking a deep breath and sitting up, keeping the blanket against her chest, but letting it fall from her back.

She hadn’t been one to cower away before, and this… this wasn’t going to be one of those moments. Even if her heart was pounding. Even if she could feel her breathing getting caught in her throat. Even if she felt tears starting to rise to her eyes. This wasn’t going to be the time where she’d back down. Especially from a deal she herself had suggested.

She felt the bed shift under her again. And she waited, she waited for him to say something.

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what he finally said: “I’m sorry.”

It was such a simple statement. But there was something… something in it. A sense of… grief? Perhaps.

“Thanks…” she replied with a faint smile. “But you don’t need to say that ‘cause you had nothing to do with it so… y’know…” She turned around in her seat, still keeping the blanket tightly against her chest.

He nodded. Just nodded, while gazing down onto the bedsheets, having sat up as well.

But her eyes barely saw the nod, they were too busy inspecting his features, his beautiful blue eyes… the line of his jaw… his lips… Her eyes were too busy taking it all in.

A small giggle left her that made him look at her.

“Hm?”

“Nothing…” she uttered. “I just kinda new there was a pretty face under there… It’s hard to intimidate people with a cute face like that.” She commented in good spirit.

“Yeah, you’d know about that,” he retorted with amusement seeping through his tone.

She could feel heat rising to her cheeks with the statement, and her gaze averted from his.

“You’re even more cute when you blush,” he said, even if it didn’t sound like something he would say.

“M-mmm…”

“Well then…” he uttered, as if trying to break the awkward moment, and lied down onto the bed. “You can… cuddle for warmth when you’re ready,” he continued while averting his eyes.

Odette looked at him for a moment before lying down next to him. For warmth. He really wasn’t a bad guy. Underneath all that leather and a mask, was a really soft, genuinely nice guy.

[hybridanafrost]

After being sick for a whole week and going through some heavy irl stuff, reading this was like chicken soup for the soul.

I adored the way Zora was just so confused by his feelings. The snark was great. It's apparent that this is the start of a new dynamic for them, a softer one where they get to become more sincere and vulnerable.

Thank you so much, Laura. I loved it.

Request from Discord: Can I get a fic where Zora seeing Odette in a dress dancing at a festival and surprising her by asking her to dance in private before she can change out of the clothes. It's surprisingly tender and romantic and they're not sassing one another excessively like normal. They slowly realize they give each other butterflies. Maybe with some jealousy of Zora seeing other men dancing with her. A private dance because he needs to show that he 'can', it's just that he has a reputation to uphold

Pairing: Zora x Odette (oc) Odette belongs to @hybridanafrost Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: general to fluff Warnings: some snarky comments in the beginning but that's it Length: ~1k

It was a cool summer evening in Clover. The sky was clear, and the wind existed only in mere passing breezes that swayed the fireflies that flew through the air. It was the perfect night for the festival a nearby village.

Such events weren’t the kind that Zora would usually participate, not at least in any other form than perhaps lingering in the sidelines, drinking a cup of ale. Which was what he was doing. Just looking at the events, the activities from the sidelines, and side-eyeing the rest of the Bulls whenever they came into vicinity.

And then he saw ... Odette?

At least it looked a lot like Odette. Aside of the fact that she was wearing a nice dress, make-up and her hair was done. She was looking... like a lot of things she usually didn’t. But none of them were bad.

And... she was dancing.

She was dancing among the villagers with a smile on her face, as if having forgotten the worries that the world held. The troubles of the next mission. Or the chilling cold of the next winter. She looked like she wasn’t thinking about anything the harsh world might have to offer.

But instead, she looked... happy.

And in a strange way, Zora thought that... at that moment, Odette looked like she ought to look like.

Happy.

It was such a strange sentiment. But it was one that he couldn’t shake.

She should smile like that.

“Hey Zora!” She called out to him as he was staring into his ale mug, contemplating on what he was feeling.

“What is it?” He glanced at her.

“Care to dance?” She asked with a smirk and while extending her hand.

His eyes landed on the hand, delicate and smooth, unlike the life she had lived. And from there, it lifted to her eyes, only to return to the ale mug in his hand. “I don’t dance” he only replied before taking a sip from the mug.

“What? You got two left feet?” She asked with a smirk, but he didn’t comment, just took another sip, a longer one. With which she let out something that sounded like a combination of a hum and a huff, but waved it off with a shrug. “Suit yourself,” she commented before waltzing back to the crowd, and the numerous people who were more than happy to have her as a dancing partner.

He could see it. The way the other men there looked at her with admiration, and for some reason it really irritated him. It made him scowl at them, for they didn’t know what they were looking at. They didn’t know her, and they wouldn’t even try to understand her.

Not that he could claim to understand her either, not really anyways.

But still, his eyes lingered on her as she danced. As she smiled. As she laughed. Just making sure that she...

Actually, he wasn’t sure why he was looking at her.

But, as the dances ended, and she begun walking back to the base, Zora placed his ale mug onto the bar counter, paid and went after her. But he really hasted his steps only after they were outside of the city, away from under prying eyes.

“Hey, Odette,” he said while catching up to her, making her stop and turn around.

“Oh?” She smirked. “Scared to walk back all by yourself?”

“No.” He simply said, looking at her, as they stood there.

“Then... what is it?” She asked with a small frown. She wasn’t sure what.... what to make of the situation.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was still something so... unnerving to the ... moment, the place, and the time. Like the butterfly swirling in her stomach would have begun, right out of the blue.

“Just that... you look... good.”

“...That’s sarcasm, right?” She asked. She had to ask, even if there was a part, a tiny part of her that she wouldn’t admit to having, that wished it to not be.

“No,” he replied, evoking the faint whisper in the back of her head. “For once, it isn’t,” he continued, while still looking towards her with half-lidded eyes.

“O-oh...” she uttered, taken aback by the honesty, the genuine sentiment of his statement in contrast to the usual snarky remarks that he made. This... this Zora she wasn’t sure if she had ever seen. And, had she been brave enough to admit it, this Zora she liked.

She might have found the usual snarky Zora amusing, maybe even captivating in a strange sense, but this... this one she... liked. In a way she hadn’t liked him before.

“So... care to dance?” He asked while extending his hand out to her.

Her eyes fell onto the hand, and then back at him. ���You said that you don’t dance,” she commented with a curious frown as a moment of silence filled the air, after which he replied:

“That’s not a no.” Just like that. And... he had a point. It wasn’t a ‘no’. But it wasn’t a yes either.

The ‘yes’ was in her placing her hand onto his, and letting him take the lead into a dance in the quiet of the night, away from prying eyes.

His steps were secure and smooth, moving seamlessly on the ground, despite it being uneven. It was as if he knew the terrain by heart, or... that dancing was like second nature to him, which seemed very unlike of Zora. The rebel. The punk. The man in a leather mask.

“So... you do dance,” she smirked as they waltzed away in a tender, slow dance.

“Just not in public,” he spoke with soft syllables. “I have a reputation to uphold, after all,” he smirked.

“Mhm,” she hummed while sinking further into the moment, the dance, and his embrace.

Sure, she could have commented something back, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to break the moment. The peace and the quiet. The rare experience of dancing the night away with him, with someone she... could trust.

This night would be one that she’d remember forever.