#zora fluff

[katsuma6]

Jealous text messages from your Black Clover boyfriend.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Hello! I've enjoyed reading your works about Yami then I saw what other characters that could get a request for... Can you share some relationship headcanons for Nacht and Zora? Thank you so much💖

Hii!!@whackdreamer You know, I was actually thinking about writing to these two before you made the request, especially Nacht because I love him but now you asked, I wrote to both of them.

I hope you like✨️❤️

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Nacht :

As we know, Nacht hates everyone but you. You are his ✨️protégé✨️ He's not the type to walk hand in hand down the street like couples do, but if he sees that you're not feeling very well, he'll hold your hand and smile at you so you don't forget that he's there for whatever you're feeling and if you want to go home, he'll take you there in seconds. When he goes on long missions, he sends you letters so you don't worry. I also see him buying those little souvenirs for you because he knows you like them. He knows your likes and dislikes, and because he's a man who doesn't really like talking about feelings so openly, he prefers to buy things for you that you like or do something for you. He is a man who prefers to put his feelings and respect for you in his actions. He is very protective of you and sometimes even too much. He always likes to keep an eye on you, especially when you go on a mission together, he will always come up with strategies so that you both can win without you got hurt. He'd rather be the hurt one than you. He couldn't bear to lose you like he lost his brother. He doesn't like it when you're around Yami, it makes him uncomfortable and as much as he doesn't admit it, you'll be able to see it in his cold, narrow eyes that won't let go of you for a second, while the captain is in the room. And on days when he's feeling more daring, he'll put an arm around your waist or if you're sitting down, he'll pull you into his lap. He likes it when you play with his hair when you are both having cuddle sessions before bed or at another time of the day. He really likes to kiss your forehead and hands (neck too but only when Yami is around). In short: Nacht is the perfect boyfriend

Zora :

This guy will tease you so much. Like, everyone knows what he's like so you better prepare yourself. He's not a big fan of PDA and he can actually ends up being even more stubborn about it. But if you hold his hand or steal a kiss, he won't deny it. Zora is the type who seems like he doesn't give a shit but in reality he will unconsciously spend the whole time with an arm over your shoulders and sometimes you have to warn him about this because he doesn't realize it. He's also the type who can't hide the fact that he's uncomfortable when he sees a guy approaching you and will even get in between you two if he starts making you uncomfortable. (No need to say that Zora will play a bad joke in that man...) He's always direct and sometimes arrogant with others but since he started a relationship with you, he is no longer as harsh as before (only if someone upsets this man a lot then he goes back to being the Zora he used to be) He also has a soft side especially when the two of you are alone and he lets you hug him as you play with his red strands and giving little kisses on his forehead. It may not seem like it, but his heart is softening with all the affection you are giving him When he goes on his long training trips he lets you go with him and you both train together. He's not the type to confess to you every day that he loves you, but his actions will say much more than a simple "I love you❤️".

[missyandthemisfits]

The Black Bulls x Chubby!Reader

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How would they react to developing a crush on a chubby magic knight??? Heck if I know but I got some ideas-

Asta 

- If there's one person on this list of suitors who just straight up does not care about size, it's this one right here

- You're strong, you're a great cook, and he has fun with you- that's all this one cares about, really

- Unfortunately, he's not the brightest bulb and he doesn't exactly get it when he's being approached romantically, so they're gonna have to spell it out in some way shape or form 

- It is only after you two are together that he realizes 'You know what? I think I've had a crush on you for a while now'

- Such a cute dork

Magna 

- Not gonna lie, he's gonna want someone whom he can lift so he can fLEX on everyone-

- That said if you're cute and sassy enough, man is hitting the workout sessions HARD, just to be able to carry all that gorgeous around town- basically the ultimate flex

- He obviously is the first to confess albeit extremely flustered and surprisingly full of self doubt 

- He's actually kind of insecure, especially about his looks - go easy on him 

Luck 

- Honestly? Very into someone on the plusher side and for completely selfish reasons at that - huge, HUGE cuddler once you get him down long enough (plz wrestle him he wants it so bad)

- Is ever so slight the tease, doesn't help that he's incredibly subtle about it either 

- Makes a point to be around you damn near 24/7 so that way when he's not around, you definitely notice (calculated) the lack of lighthearted teasing

- Believe it or not, 100% makes sure he's got a fighting chance before confessing - he can't afford to be rejected by someone who means this much to him (can't handle that)

-Also be wary, randomly grabs you just... all the time, consciously and unconsciously. You've become his single yet constant source of comfort 

Vanessa

- Forgive her she means well, but may or may not unintentionally offend by offering up diets and routines and walks around town together - I SWEAR she's only trying to be kind

- If you're honest about your feelings on it though, she feels just AWFUL and apologetic and buys you many, many gifts to try and make up for it

- Truthfully, you guys just kinda ended up becoming an item one day - rumors of a drunken kiss still floating around town, unconfirmed 

- Doesn't mind it too much all in all, especially if you spoil her

Finral

- He's a little apprehensive about it at first, his mind barreling back into the teasing of how scrawny and weak he is and he's not entirely confident in his ability to shall we say satisfy -

- Buuuut quickly says 'Screw it' when he realizes how amazing you are, on and off the battlefield 

- When I say this man cannot WAIT for the end of every night just to hold you??? I MEAN IT

-  Very soft for his soft s/o, would give them the moon

Charmy

- You already know she doesn't care like come on

- And honestly, she may try to pressure you into many, many impromptu snacking sessions. Food is cooked by her 97% of the time, always. 

- However if you have any personal health or fitness goals, Charmy is more than capable of curtailing menus to be healthy AND tasty so that's a plus for sure - but you will have to drag her along if you want her to walk with you

- Again, the relationship just sort of happened - even you two aren't quite sure when

Gauche

- Sorry lovelies but this man's first ever comment may be about your weight, granted he was already upset about Asta and Marie earlier but STILL - no bueno

- It's only after he starts getting to know you that he realizes what complete ASS he was during that first meeting. Will eventually apologize for that, it's said very softly and he sounds kind of annoyed but he's more annoyed with himself than anything 

- It's gonna take quite some time to worm much of anything that isn't full of sarcasm out of him, let alone a confession, unless you decide to take that first step

- Hope you're ready for the slowest of burns -

Gordon

- If you think this awkward bean would EVER judge you on your weight, or anything for that matter, think again!

- Absolutely adores you for you; all your dimples and folds, all your past trauma, every facet of you is something he wants to learn more of and explore - absolutely all of it

- He develops a crush pretty early on but good luck getting that confession out of him 

- Absolutely will nOT confess until you do because he needs to be 1000% sure he's not gonna scare you off like he did the others...

- Hand holding is must, it comforts him so 

- Truthfully anything more than light sweet touches will send him to the moon, so be wary of feinting if you go in for a smooch

Grey 

- So very, very shy this one is

- Doesn't actually care about your size, only about how you treat others and most importantly yourself - won't stand for negative talk and bombards you with "T-that's not true at all...!" followed closely by an entire assortment of things that make you so great in her eyes

- Just... so damn sweet 

- You'll definitely be the one initiating anything and everything romantic, to include a confession so uh yea 

- Just LOVES holding onto your arm once she's comfortable enough, both for support and as something of physical affection 

Zora

- Yeeeea dubs you something akin to 'Chubs' upon meeting you, there's like...no way around that. He's mostly harmless tho...mostly

- Truthfully tho he's actually really attracted to curves - not that he's ever gonna tell you that (not without a teasing smirk and remark, anyway) 

- He's gonna be dropping the most subtle hints that he's interested in you and the harmless flirting is eventually gonna turn into legitimately pining on both sides so you just flat out tell him one day "If we're gonna keep going like this, we should at least be official..."

- He was content with a situationship of sorts, but a relationship certainly has it perks - ones he could get behind given time 

Henry

- This sweetheart is just ecstatic he's found someone with such a plethora of mana (or no mana at all, your choice), someone he can actually be around for more than a few seconds - he does NOT care  

- Helps if you're nice, but won't shun you away if you have a mean streak- he's not that type of guy

- Believe it or not, he's actually the first to cave and confess his undying love - and no that is not an exaggeration he genuinely falls very hard and very fast 

- His biggest dream is to be able to hold you in his admittedly frail arms, caress your hair, and whisper sweet nothings to you as you drift to sleep

- He'll keep that dream close to his heart until he can make it a reality

Secre 

- Not one for judgment, but also not one for romance so this one might be tough

- She's a sucker for people who are upbeat and positive though so if you've got that going for you, you stand a really good chance of at least grabbing her attention 

- Slowest of slow burns here, folks 

- You'll be the one administering the confession , as well as many complements, to a very adorably flustered Secre and boy is that priceless 

- She very much enjoys pockets, will constantly have her hands in yours for comfort - a little weird but very cute 

Noelle

- Yes absolutely she has a preference and it's definitely not chubby- no offense (please do not take offense I for one think you're amazing)

- It's gonna take someone with a strong backbone to handle the condescending frowns and holier-than-thou attitude that comes along with crushing on this one, you've been warned 

- It'll take a while of chipping away at her steely exterior before she's ready to give way to the fact that yea, you're pretty darn cute 

- You confess several different times before she gives it a real go - hang in there 

Nacht

- May come as a surprise, but he doesn't really care about size - just about the character of your person 

- So yes he's all for someone on the curvy side, actually one of the few that compliments you outright upon meeting you

- Probably puts you through a serious of subtle tests to see how suitable you really are and how compatible you may be with him (cause let's face it, he plays for keeps) but he's very honest about the fact that he's interested in pursuing you romantically 

- Touches are feather light in public, but he very much likes to have his hand at the small of your back or gingerly around your waist 

- A man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to pursue it? Hell.Yes.

Yami

- Excuse me but this guy dreams of having some short, curvy so and so on his arm - someone he can really grab onto

- He's got this glint in his eyes that almost creeps you out at first but is quickly squelched by the invitation to drinks

- It only takes 2 more trips to one bar or another for him to know he wants to start talking to you on a more personal level 

- Will grab ass anywhere, anytime so just... keep that in mind

- Less of a solid confession, more of a drunken offer, something along the lines of "Hey, we should totally make this a thing. This us thing or whatever it is-,"

- He's slurring and you're positive he won't remember a damn thing but he remembers everything, all the way down to how gorgeous you looked that evening 

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A/N - I want you all to remember that no matter WHAT size you are; you deserve love, happiness, and to feel good in that beautiful skin you're in! <3

[newtthetranswriter]

Snow and Cuddels.

Word count:1333

Paring: Zora Ideale x reader

Summary: Snow day turned into cuddles with the best prankster who is allergic to wearing a shirt.

Warnings: Not much, cursing, mentions of colds and frostbite, maybe ooc Zora

A/n: Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy this. I am aware some of the bulls are not mentioned, i just couldn’t think of what to have them doing. Also this is my first time writing for Zora so it may be a little off, I’m hoping with this event to write for more fandoms and maybe get some requests in as well, but who knows. Anyway, have fun, enjoy and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

      Winter has finally arrived in the Clover Kingdom, and I couldn’t be happier. Playing in the snow with friends and family, baking cookies and making candy, and drinking hot chocolate, just some of the many fun things to do when winter hits. And of course today was the first day that there was a decent amount of snow, and Captain Yami kindly gave all of us at the Black Bulls hideout the day off.

      Charmy decided she’s going to be baking and cooking all day, Vanessa is already passed out drunk, Magna and Luck are fighting over whatever one of them did this time, Gouache is well being Gouche, Gordon is trying to hang with gouache but is just being creepy, and Gray is hiding from everything. The more rambunctious and childish of the group were outside in the snow, this included Asta trying to get Noelle to participate in a snowball fight, Finral has made a snow person he’s practicing his flirting with. That just leaves Me and my grumpy boyfriend who just wants to go inside because ‘shit it’s cold out here’, I’m trying to get him to enjoy the chilly weather but Zora being well himself refuses to, I don't know, put on a shirt and try to enjoy this free time.

     “Come on, Y/n why do you want to be out here it’s freezing. Why don’t we go lay down and cuddle? Or steal whatever Charmy has made for the day, we could also mess up Gouche’s creepy sister shrine again.” I turned to the red head slouched against the wall, rolling my eyes at him in response. “What are you even doing over there? It’s just snow, what can you possibly be doing with it?” He asked, pushing off the wall, moving to look over my shoulder.

     I lend further over my creation to hide it from him. “You don’t get to see it until it’s done. If you don’t want to be out here, you can go in if you want. If you really want to mess with the others, have fun, I’m enjoying it out here.” I tried to tell him he didn’t have to stay out here.

     “You know it’s not as fun if you’re not helping, plus you know where Vanessa hides her booze. Plus you could get sick if you stay out here too long.” Zora said, still trying to see the snow creation I was working on.

     “Why do you want Vanessa’s booze? You know what nevermind with that, but seriously if you want to go inside you can, I won’t blame you. I just hoped we could do something fun out here, instead of staying cooped up all day. And I won’t get sick, I’ll be fine.” I said, leaning back to show him what I had finished making.

     Zora paused processing the drawing I had carved in the patch of flat snow in front of me. It was a crescent moon along the side of one of his trap spells, to represent both of our magics, in the center was our initials. “I know it’s cheesy and won’t last long out here cause it will melt eventually, but it just popped into my head and I need to physically see it and show you. I was thinking we could maybe get it made into necklaces or something?” I explained my thinking. I hoped he understood what I was saying.

     “It’s amazing. But why draw it out here in the snow, if you want to get it made into necklaces or something you’re gonna have to draw it again on paper, why not wait till you go inside?” He asked, looking at me quizzically.

     I thought for a second before answering. “I just didn’t want to forget it plus, I want to stay out here as long as possible. Since I finished, would you want to pummel Asta with some snow balls?” I asked knowing he would want to cause some kind of trouble.

     He just groaned at the thought of being in the cold any longer. “Fine but after we bury him in the snow we are going inside and cuddling.” He answered standing up straight and offering me his hand to help me up.

     “Deal as long as we get Hot cocoa before cuddles.” I started moving behind a tree close to where Asta was now trying (and failing) to build a snowman. “Let’s hide from him here and make some snowballs, before we launch our attack.” I said bending down and beginning to make some roughly ball shaped clumps of snow to throw at the young boy.

     After about ten minutes of making and throwing snowballs at a screaming Asta, and him running over Finral. Zora and I decided it was time to go inside for the rest of the day and finally get some hot chocolate, mostly because Zora’s chest was now bright red from being in the cold for so long while shirtless.

     We made our way inside, snagging some cocoa and cookies from Charmy, before heading up to our shared room. I couldn’t help but laugh as the normally grumpy and closed off Zora dropped onto the bed sighing while thanking whoever assigned our room for it having walls without cracks so the cold couldn’t be felt inside it. 

     “You know if you put on a shirt you wouldn’t be so cold in the winter right?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I took a sip of my hot cocoa.

     He just rolled his eyes standing up and taking his mask off, walking over to me. “If I wore a shirt, you would be robbed of the second best sight known to man. The first being your face after I do this.” I was confused for a moment before he lent in, placing a kiss on my lips, before pulling away with a smirk. “See that’s the face, all shocked and confused.” He said turning back to the bed to pull the covers down. “Stop gaping like a fish and come lay down, I’m still fucking freezing and need your body heat so get over here.” He complained, laying down on his side of the bed having taken off the rest of his flashy clothes opting for a pair of sweatpants, he’s still shirtless but at least he’s under the blankets.

     I rolled my eyes moving to kick off my boots while hanging up my coat. Crawling under the covers I was met with very little warmth as Zora’s ice cube off a body sapped all the heat from the bed. “Holy fuck Zora you’re so fuckling cold.” I said moving to cuddle up to him. “I wouldn’t be shocked if you get frostbite or something, damn.” He just chuckled but pulled me closer, sighing at the fact that I was at least a little bit warmer than he was. “Next time we go out in the cold, will you at least wear a coat, it doesn't have to be zipped just enough to keep your arms warmer.” I tried to bargain with him.

     He paused before responding. “Fine, but I better get cuddles anyway.” I just nodded, now focused on warming him up while also trying not to fall asleep. “Go ahead and sleep. I'll be fine with you snuggled up to me being a space heater.” He said, rubbing my head. Letting out a yawn, I mumbled a quick I love you before falling asleep. The last thing I heard was Zora’s quiet response. “I love you, too, today was fun even if it was freezing.” He quickly followed suit in sleeping.

     The next day when  we woke up it became apparent that Zora was right about getting sick staying in the cold. But finally the jokes on him, cause he’s the one to wake up the sniffles and a slight fever. His pouting and grumbling could be heard throughout the hideout as he complained about it the rest of the day.

[pumpkinsomniac]

I wish to be judged

throw your insults at me

[miyuhpapayuh]

fifteen

Music’s playing, candles are burning, there's no light beside the sun peeking through the curtains, shining down on her prettiest subject.

Her glass of white wine is being babysat, cause knowing her and how much of a lightweight she was, a few sips were enough.

Leon definitely took a shot before they got started, since he'd never been a model for anything. His last minute nerves made him even more adorable to Zora.

Blk Odyssy had become one of her favorite musicians, thanks to Leon and his impeccable taste. Their new album, diamonds & freaks served as the soundtrack.

Sexy lady

Got me faded

I'm intoxicated

I been watching, baby

Sexy lady

Sweet Jesus, save me

Go on, and rock me, baby

Don't stop it, baby

“Love this song,” she comments, dipping her brush into the deep red paint, using it as one of her base colors.

“I thought you would.” He replies.

“Yeah, you knew.” She hums a laugh, tilting her head to the left, following the curve she's creating for her study of her boyfriend.

“Are you painting me just like I am?” He asks.

“Well, everything above the knees. That's all I can fit in the canvas.” She answers.

“Where'd you get this idea from?” He asks, curious all of a sudden.

“My sisters actually suggested it. They were really excited that I had started painting again, and since you're my muse, it seemed like something really fun to do.” She explains, poking her head out to look at him, snickering at the focus in his face.

“Quit laughin’ at me,” he mumbles.

“Sorry, you're just so still, like you might break if you move. Relax a little.”

“I thought I needed to stay still.”

“Yeah, but not that still.”

“Hm,” he hums, staring at the back of the easel and the sliver of her face that he could see. A smile graces his face as he watches her in her comfort zone.

Still singing along to the music, she takes another sip of her wine and paints another fine line onto the canvas, super pleased with how everything is turning out.

His green button-up covers her thick frame like a dress.

Her feet were tapping against the bars of the stool, her sloppy bun, flopping around with every concentrated turn of her head.

She was just as focused, but he wasn't gonna tease her. He loved seeing this new side of her. She let him into her art world, finally.

Taking her advice and relaxing, he falls into his natural trance of her, when she readjusts the easel, giving him more than just a peek at her beautiful face.

All the while, she was looking at him and back at the canvas, perfecting every curve, dimple, divot with striking blues and oranges, deep reds and browns.

Stealing glances at him, she tugs on her lip.

She knew it was gonna be kinda distracting, but he definitely wasn't playing fair.

Flexing those big arms of his, “stretching”, was already enough and too much for her. And every time he licked his lips, her left leg would tangle with her right. He caught it each time and smirked.

Once he got to readjusting the only article of clothing he had left, her eyes diverted to his lower region and hers began to throb.

Almost finished.

“Jesus,” she mumbles to herself, shaking her head like it would clear the explicit images swimming around her mind.

“You alright over there?” He asks, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Yeah, I'm good,” she shakily answers, taking another sip, which looked more like a gulp from where he was sitting.

“You sure?” He teases.

She laughs, now looking over at him. His devious smirk does nothing to help the wet spot forming between her thighs.

“You done?” He asks.

“No.”

“I'm distracting you?”

“And, you know it.” She nods, making him laugh.

“You told me to relax. I'm just tryna follow the rules, dear.”

“Yeah, and now your friend is winkin’ at me.”

He simply shrugs. “That's your fault.”

“Mine? How?”

“Cause you're so fine. This happens every day, babe.”

“Every day?” She repeats.

“Yeah. A couple times a day.”

“Wow.”

“You've seen you, right?” He asks.

She scoffs, lifting the brush back to the canvas. “Boy, please. I can't even look you in the eye, right now.”

He snickers, moving out of his pose to further mess with her. Pulling his chair just a bit closer, he leans forward to stare at her and she keeps her eyes trained on her work.

“Zoraaa,” he drags out.

“I'm so glad I got all the details I needed, you play so much,” she laughs, trying her best to ignore his taunting.

“Come play with me,” he continues, almost making her drop her brush.

“Can you get back in your position, please?” She asks.

“Can I put you in a couple positions?” He quips, earning that eye roll that he knew was coming.

“If you let me finish… maybe.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, moving right back into his pose. Zora fans her face, no longer caring if he can see how flustered he's made her.

The next thirty minutes dragged on by and she was finally done, not even getting to sit her brush down good before being whisked over to the couch, him hovering over her.

Bruising her lips with his rough kisses, he quickly discards the scrap of lace that barely covered her ass, as well as his own briefs, before sliding into her with one fluid motion.

Gasping into the kiss, her hands cling to his broad back and shoulders, sinking her nails in as the feeling of him bottoming out with every thrust sends fire through her.

His mouth latches onto her neck, while she lets out every expletive she can think of, into the damp air of her apartment.

“Oh m— my god,” she pants, holding him so close to her body, shivering as his groans vibrate on her skin.

“You feel so damn good,” he rasps.

His tongue trails down her chest, nibbling on her breasts as he rips the shirt open, squeezing her flesh into his big hands, driving her crazy as she cradles his head.

Her feet are pressed against his chest and he leans up to do more damage, his hips rutting against her ass that's hanging off the couch. She looks up at him in disbelief.

His hands have her ankles bound, as she cries and writhes underneath him. Her hands move up and down his arms, back down to scratch his hips as it gets too good.

“Fuc– king me so— good,” she squeals, catching both of them off guard as she releases all over him. His thumb finds her clit, making matters slipperier.

“Yeah, gimme all that shit, baby.” He moans, encouraging another orgasm to happen right on the spot. Her edges were back curly by this point.

“C’mere,” she whispers, pulling him back down to her level to swallow his every breath in a kiss. Her cramped legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer if that were even possible.

Pulling away, he smirks down at her, taking her in, breathless, sweaty, hungry for more as she stares back at him, ready for his next move.

“So beautiful,” he says, dragging his thumb across her parted bottom lip, “why don't you pose for me, now.”

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Once she got around to actually taking in her painting, she was super pleased with how it came out. So was Leon.

“Can I just say, I'm flattered.” He smirks, cracking up at the look she gives him.

“Stop it,”

“Seriously. That's literally me.” He exclaims, pulling her into his side.

“All of me.” He mumbles, hearing her disapproving groan sound through the space.

“Leon, please!” She laughs. “But, you really like it?”

“Love it, sweet stuff. I told you. Art gallery.” He says, smiling down at her.

She smiles back up at him, shaking her head. “Nah, not yet.”

He raises a brow at her, earning a brighter smile.

“Not yet, huh? So you're getting closer to putting yourself out there?” He excitedly asks.

“Yeah, I thought about what you said and it doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'm just nervous, ya know?”

“Why?”

“I feel stunted. Like, I gave everything up to be someone's doormat and.. I don't know. I just feel like the level of artistic ability has kinda dissipated? And yeah, I know. I look at my paintings and I see what I'm capable of so get that sad look off your face,” she pinches his cheek as he laughs, “I just have my doubts.”

He wipes the frown away, but there's still sadness there. He wants nothing more than for her to believe in herself. Fully.

“It's harder than it seems to cross some hurdles, I understand that. But if you really want this, that's what you gotta do.”

“No, I know. And, I appreciate you for putting me back in front of this here easel. It's been a while, but it's always so much fun.”

“Of course, baby. It's a pleasure watching you in your zone.” He says, leaning down to kiss her temple.

“I cannot show this one to the girls.” She snickers, before looking up at him.

“Yeah, nah. Maybe the top half.”

“Please. I can hear Nique fighting for the extra details, as we speak.”

“That girl is hilarious.” He comments, moving to stand behind her and wrap his arms around hers.

“Funniest person I know, besides myself, of course.”

“And me. Hol’ up.”

“Right, right. Can't forget about you,” she snickers, yelping at the pinch to her butt.

“It's what you get.. talkin’ shit.” He mumbles into her neck.

“Oh yeah, don't try and bill me for that shirt, since you were the one that ripped the buttons off.” She says, making him chuckle.

“One, I would never do that for real, it's an empty threat every time.” He admits, making her laugh. “And two, I can always get the buttons put back on. Or you can just add it to your collection.”

“Oh, I was gonna do that anyway, cause that's how I am.” She smiles like he can see her.

“Something else.” He shakes his head.

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“Why I can't see that one??” Nique asks, pointing to the covered canvas and stomping her heeled foot like a bratty child.

“Cause you play too much, man.” Zora waves her off, pointing to the painting on the easel. “But you can look at this one!”

Nique immediately gasps at how breathtaking the painting was. It's as if Zora had committed Leon's face to memory and captured him in five different lights so realistically.

“Girl, when I say talented doesn't even cover it.” She shakes her head, looking over at her best friend.

“Oh, girl. Stop.”

“Nah, man. This is on another level!” She swats her arm in excitement. “Like, that's his literal face, dude! How do you even do something like this?!”

She shrugs. “I honestly just sat her and did it. He came to my mind and I just let my paintbrush guide me.”

“Wow.” She says in response, making Zora laugh.

“Yeah, I said the same when I was done.”

Staring back at the canvas, she smirks. “So, are you gonna do anything with it?”

“Ah— I might. I don't know yet, really.”

“Cause you know, it would be really nice if someone invested in you snagging a spot at the mint museum to display such a piece.”

Zora squints her. “That's still something you'd do for me?”

“Zora, it's like you forget who I am or something. I'm highly offended right now.” She places her hands on her hips, reminding her of both of their mothers.

“Get your hands off your hips, Roberta! I know who you are! It's just.. I don't know. That was a long time ago and that was the biggest dream I've ever had to give up.”

“It's okay, I understand. But my offers are never conditional to you, dude. You could not even be my friend anymore and I'd still send you the money to do it cause I believe in you. That bozo of a boyfriend was a hater and he fucked everything up, yeah he did. But look at you, rebuilding it right now. Every time you get in front of the canvas do this,” she's eyes wide as she points back to the canvas, “you're getting so much closer to that dream of yours.”

By now, Zora is wiping tears away. Nique frowns and pulls her into a much needed hug. She wasn't expecting to get emotional today, but leave it to her best friend to pull a few tears out of her.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I know you hate that,” she softly laughs, wiping her cheeks.

“It's okay, I think I've needed to let it out for a while.” She smiles, covering her face for a moment to get herself together.

Nique heads into her kitchen to wet a paper towel, bringing it back to cool down her flushed face.

“Ugh, anyway,” she outright laughs. “I really appreciate you. That really does mean so much that you could hate my guts and still help me out. That's the kind of support everybody needs.” She covers her heart, Nique doing the same.

“One of a kind, I know.” She nods. “And it's nothing, seriously. You're my mother’s kid as much as I'm yours. I got you, you got me.”

“I love you, dude.”

“I love you too, man.”

“I've honestly been thinking about getting back out there for a while, but you and Neoma already knew that cause that's what y'all do,” she snorts, beating her to it, “Lovita is close to getting there, she all into Clyde right now—”

“You mean, he's all into her?”

“Right. Anyway, she'll catch on, but Leon asked me a while ago and I've just been sitting on the idea for a while. Maybe.. I wanna paint a couple more pieces and then maybe I can look into it.”

“Yeah, hey! Nobody is pressuring you. I promise. You know we just wanna see you do your best and you are  the best. Fuck him and fuck those negative voices he left behind. You're the shit, Jean. Let's ask his ass to come pick up a fucking pencil and see if he won't jam it into his eye, before tryna attempt what you did on this canvas. I'd bet you the air in this room and win. He's a bitch.”

“Okay, okay,” she cackles, “relax, relax. You hate him more than I do, at this point!”

“I could kill him,” she smiles, “because you deserve better and girl, look at god! Better meets you at your favorite place!”

“I know, I can't wait to tell everyone at the wedding, someday.” She giggles.

“Oh lord, that's gonna be the countriest wedding ever!”

“Stop! It's gonna be the most beautiful wedding you've ever been to, shut up!”

“Y'all gon be letting doves go, it's gon be a duck pond somewhere cause y'all love the ducks, flowers of every damn kind!”

“Nah, I'm pretty sure he's already got flower combos to present to me.” She laughs, remembering one of their trips to the shoppe this past summer.

“What?”

“He was asking me which flowers were which one time, and they'd just happened to be my second favorite flower, my mama's favorite and he asked me if I thought they would pair well with aster, which is his mama's favorite flower, and I just kinda looked at him like… I know what you're up to.” She laughs at the giant smile on Nique's face.

“Aw, that is so cute! He thinks he's slick, let him be slick!”

“Nah, I'm not gonna burst his bubble! I thought it was adorable. He's so cute, I can't take him sometimes.”

“Lord have mercy. So, I got a question.”

“No, I'm not having a maid of honor. Y'all ain't killing me, cause I'd make it all of you.”

“You can have three! It's your wedding!”

“Three maids of honor? That don't sound crazy?”

“Nah, not to me. I was gonna do that for mine.”

“Really?” Zora smiles, making Nique laugh.

“See, look at your face! Do it for yours, too! Wouldn't that work out better anyway? Three people to divy up your something old, new and blue. Might be something you've have your eye on.”

“Okay, okay! We're getting so ahead of ourselves, and what if I don't get married? Then I can't get that something new… or blue??”

“Girl,” Nique laughs. “You worried about the gift?”

“Yes, duh. Leon ain't going nowhere. We don't have to get married, honestly. It's just another dream of mine, but I'm not as traditional as I used to be. But, I'd love to get married, too. Don't listen to me.” She cuts herself off.

“No, no. I totally get it. What girl doesn't wanna confess her love to the man of her dreams in front of everyone they both love?! In a frilly dress! With a veil! Or no veil! Big poofy hair! A reception! We'd throw the biggest party, you already know it!”

“Yeah, we would!” She agrees.

“Right! Don't let go of your dreams, keep 'em close. Just in case. Hell, Leon seems like a wonderful suitor so far!”

“Yeah, he’ll do long,” she jokes.

“Now back to this canvas, over here.” Nique says, making Zora sigh super loudly.

“Dominique.”

“Let. Me. See. It.”

“No.”

“Whyy??” She whines again, adding extra syllables to the word.

“Because, you play too much!”

“I'll be good, I promise! I just wanna see it!”

Zora rolls her eyes, before moving to uncover it, watching the joy wash over her best friend.

“Behave. I'm serious.”

“I said I'll be good, girl! Uncover the thing already!”

She does so, waiting for her snarky remarks, but they never come.

Again, “wow” was the way she described this one, too.

“See? I'm lost for words, actually.” She shakes her head. “You've done it again, man. The detailing is beautiful.”

And with that, she covers it back up. “I knew it wouldn't last long.”

“Long, like—”

“Nique!”

“Okay, okay!” She holds her hands up. “But uh.. congratulations!” She puts emphasis on the end of her sentence, stomping her foot again.

“Thank you. I love it over here.”

“Trust me, I love it over there.” She winks, both of them falling into a fit of giggles as she covers the canvas back up.

“Do tell, since I basically just did.” Zora presses as they sit on the stools in her kitchen.

“He's big all over. He makes me dizzy, sometimes,” she laughs. “Baby is hung to the left, and you know how I feel about a curve!”

“Yeah, you love it over there!” She cackles, slapping hands with her.

“Wait, y'all ain't in love too are y'all??”

“Chile, no. As much as we be up on each other, he's my man and I'm his woman and that's good enough for us, right now. I really like him, but we can kick it just as long as I don't gotta kick his ass.”

“My girl.” She laughs. “I told you I'd find you a boo!”

“Thank you, Zora-Jean. My god!” She exasperates.

“You're welcome! That was so hard for the three of you to say! Why?!”

“Because,”

“Y'all are so ungrateful,” she playfully digs.

“Stop it! Personally, I was holding my breath for a while. I didn't wanna thank you too early and then all this bad shit would start happening, and knowing you, you'd think I'd resent you for it. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't waiting for the other foot to drop. I'm sorry.”

“I accept your apology, and don't feel bad seriously, I get it. Knowing me, I probably would think that, but I know better! It's one of those negative voices,” she shrugs, “but I'm glad this is a good relationship. You deserve it, honestly. Plus, I'd kill him if he ever hurt you.” She smiles.

“And you talk about Lovita!” Nique cackles.

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[thezoraprince]

Ring Ruins Can Wait - Bazz x reader

“Idk if you’re down for requests but if I may- It’s finals week in uni and I have one final left (Mineralogy) and I woke up today getting sick. It’s an absolute pain to be studying while you feel achey and gross. Maybe some of our favorite Zora’s taking care of the reader during a time like this?” - @rocklover719

i'm SO down!!

i already have a little list for that request, so i'll do you one better <3 

i hope you enjoy!!! 

(p.s.: i spent 20 minutes looking for a gif of Ring Ruins... i could not find one. the chuchu and the construct in this gif make it worth it though haha)

word count: 634 (just a little drabble) scenario: you’re on the zonai survey team, set to research the Ring Ruins… but you’re too sick to go. y/n - your name

Here you are, laying in bed on the big day. The sun is shining brightly on the the luminous stone architecture just outside your door, the breeze slightly cooler this morning due to the winds drifting north from the top of Mount Lanayru. You’re supposed to be traveling to Kakariko Village today to study the freshly fallen ‘Ring Ruins’, but…

you’re sick…

You let out a pitiful cough, your nose running like never before. You grab a tissue and blow your nose into it, tossing the tissue in the trash bin next to your bed just after. Your head is so heavy, and it’s hard to keep yourself sitting upright. You desperately want to go on this trip. It’s your dream, getting to study the unknown. But, wow, is your body telling you to stay in bed.

There’s a knock at the door.

Slowly, you get up, trying to not to move too quickly. You slide on your robe over your pajamas and put on your fuzzy slippers, making your way to the door. Once you open it, Bazz is leaning in the doorway with a smile. “Good morning, y/n! Are you rea—” His face drops when he sees you, noticing just how sickly you look. “Oh, y/n…”

He follows you back inside, insisting on making you a cup of tea. “Go lay in bed, y/n. I’ve got it.” 

You discard you robe and slippers and crawl back under the sheets, wrapping yourself in a cocoon to keep warm. Bazz comes into your room not soon after with a piping hot cup of tea and some medicine. “Here you are, my angelfish.” he says as he sets everything on your bedside table. He takes a seat next to you, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.”

You sigh. “I was supposed to be going to study the ruins today…” you say. Bazz can’t help but to look at you with worry as you speak, your voice sounding quite congested and hoarse. He holds you a little tighter in his grasp. “I wanted to go…”

“Oh, y/n…” he kisses the side of your head. “I know. You were so excited. And I was excited for you.” he says quietly. “But, I’m sure there will still be an opportunity once you’re feeling better.”

“Yes but,” you huff. “it’s my job! I’m supposed to be there!” 

You cough once more, Bazz giving you another look of worry. ��Shh shh shh…” He leans over you and grabs the medicine on your bedside table, trying to remember the dosage. “Here,” he says. “take this and drink your tea. The ruins aren’t going anywhere.”

You take the medicine Bazz gives you, grimacing from the taste. “But, I have a huge report due about it, Bazz!” You take a sip of tea, the warmth of it soothing your throat. “I’m not going to finish it. Then my job will be in jeopardy, and I—”

“Y/n, darling…” Bazz interrupts. “You can’t control this. There’s no reason to get so upset. I know you well enough to say that your job will not be in jeopardy. It’s okay.”

You know Bazz is right. You sigh once more, taking another sip of tea. “I know…” You look as if you could cry. “But Calip wa—”

Bazz takes the cup of tea from your hands and sets it on the bedside table. “Calip can get over it.” he says softly, smiling at your tenacity. “Right now, let’s focus on making you feel better.”

You lay down, Bazz letting you rest your head on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently kissing the top of your head. You smile slightly, hearing his heart beat. “Get some rest, my sweet y/n. You need it.”

[giggly-squiggily]

Ooh ooh I've got one!! So - we know Finral loves flirting with the ladies right? Wellll, what if Zora saw him doing that and got jealous, and was all "you just want attention don't you? Well I'll give you attention!" And you know...shenanigans ensue 👀👀👀

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

GAH- *nuclear explosion clouds* OH MY- ZORAFIN!!! Oh my God I can't- I need to leave- I have to go- I *gathers up the remains of my post-exploded heart and puts them in a suitcase* I gotta GO! This- this is too good holy crap- *falls down stairs and lands back before you* FRIEND! You don't even realize how this hc needed a dabble- I love it so so much!! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write my indulgences! I've gotcha covered :D

“Heeee, another bust.” Finral sighed in acceptance as he returned to the Bull’s Base- his ego a little bruised. “Well- that’s just the way of the world.”

“Hm.” The sudden noise made him jump out of his skin, twisting to find none other than Zora Ideale before him. “Zora! Hey..what’s up?” Maybe he was seeing things, but something in the redhead’s expression seemed…off. Irritated mayhaps?

“You’ve been out again; flirting with everything in a skirt as usual.” Finral stiffened, shame touching the back of his neck as he looked away. “I take it you’ve failed to gain their favor once more?”

“I erm…well- hey, what I do in my spare time is my business!” Finral glared back, his guilt of looking pitiful before the newest rookie turning into anger. “Why does it matter to you, anyway? I’m sure if you went out and flirted, the ladies would be all over you!”

“Not interested. Do you truly only do this for attention?” He slid off the wall, slowly approaching the shorter man with nearly unreadable eyes. Finral felt his heart rate accelerate as he took a step back, finding only the wall. “Or is your target something else? Rather…someone else?”

Damn him and his stupid height and blue eyes and raspy voice that made Finral’s toes curl and his heart do funny things! He could easily open up a portal and flee, but that felt like weakness. For whatever reason, he didn’t want Zora to view him like that. “And if it was? Why would it matter to you?” He raised his chin, briefly forgetting how to breathe when Zora leaned in. God, he even smelled good.

“If that’s all you wanted, let me give you all the attention you desire.”

Huh? Finral felt his eyes widen when Zora suddenly grinned. Ah nuts- he should have used the por-

“AHH! Ahehahahahhahaa, nhoohohoohohoho!” Finral broke into giggles, immediately disarmed as the redhead dug into his sides, pinching and prodding at the ticklish skin. “Zohoohohora, eahhahahahahahha!”

“What? This is what you wanted, right? My attention?” Zora teased in his neck, snickering as Finral shoved at his shoulders and chest with half-hearted pushes. “You’re not denying it, so it must be true.”

“Shuuhuhut uhuhuhup! Gheahhahha- yohohohu sohohoohund soohohohoh jehehahahhaalous rihhihihihght nohohohoow!”

“Maybe I was.” Finral would have been gaping at the truth in those words if Zora hadn’t moved his hands to his armpits, making him scream and fall to the floor like a ragdoll. “Can’t say I like watching you waste all those good lines on the ladies. The boring ones, maybe.”

“ZOHOHOORA!” Finral cackled, rolling this way and that in a poor attempt to dislodge the other’s hands. “COOHOHOME OOHOHON, LEHEHEHET MEEHEHE UUHUHUP!”

“Hmm…alright.” Zora stopped, placing both hands on each side of Finral’s head as he looked down at his gasping expression. “Heh, cute. I should do that more often.”

“Jeheherk.” Finral huffed, shoving at his chest lightly as the other laughed. “You..you really were jealous? Why?” He didn’t know why, but  Zora’s earlier comments made him strangely happy.

Zora looked a bit disgruntled, as if Finral was just close enough to the answer but not quite hitting it. “Geez, you’re dense.” Before he could argue back, Zora pulled down his mask and kissed him, shutting off Finral’s brain to anything but. “Get it now?”

Finral was dazed, cheeks on fire and heart about to burst out of his chest. He stared back at Zora’s ocean blue gaze, lips on fire. “No.” The redhead seemed shocked. “I think I need another to be sure.”

Zora went from stupefied to laughing, leaning down and kissing him again and again until Finral finally got it.

[pochipop]

Hi! I'm not sure if you write for Black Clover(?) or if the artist s/o headcanons were just a one time thing, –but I was wondering if I could get a oneshot of Zora who mistakingly thinks the reader is a royal when she actually just has pretty strong illusion magic and gives off a more sophisticated/elegant vibe?

＃BLACK CLOVER !! ♡ — LOVER, FIGHTER (ZORA X READER).

#. synopsis! — zora has never liked royals, -but he does like you .

#. characters! — zora .

#. warnings! — mentions of canon-typical violence/injuries .

#. word count! — 2.5k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — sorry for being really inactive, my first semester of university just finished today and i've been struggling with some depression since the cold weather moved in; but i'm hoping to find the motivation to finish up at least a few stories during my winter break. :)

"You're tougher than you look," Zora comments, turning his sharp gaze toward you with a little sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before.

You're not sure what it means or represents, but you don't have the nerve to ask, either. Zora doesn't exactly intimidate you, —that might be a bit too bold a word to use, but you do feel anxious around him. Like you have something to prove, even when you know you really don't. Sure, he's technically your superior, but so is Finral, and you don't have any qualms about speaking to him. Or Gordon, or Magna, or Vanessa, even captain Yami himself. . . This is a feeling reserved specifically for Zora, and you don't fully understand why. Maybe it's that mask he wears, which is as admittedly cool, but also mystifying. It shrouds Zora in a layer of the unknown. Maybe it's those razor-sharp teeth lining his mouth. Maybe it's the fact that he's a complete and utter menace around the base from time to time. Or, maybe it's something completely different altogether. . . 

"Do I look weak?" You ask in reply.

"No," he shakes his head, not even pausing to think about it.

That makes you oddly happy. It's not praise, but from what you understand, Zora rarely, if ever, gives that out, —and his words feel close enough to a compliment to have to count for something. At least to you, anyway.

"Not weak. Just. . . Elegant, I guess is the right word for it. You don't look like you'd be wielding illusion magic."

"Well, that makes one of us," you answer jokingly, "you look exactly like someone wielding trap magic."

For a moment, you worry your joke has fallen on deaf ears. Or even worse, that it's fallen on ears that heard it, but actively disliked what you'd said.

Thankfully, he offers you a small chuckle in response. It's a nice, smooth laugh that makes your heart jump in your chest a little. This is the first time you've heard him laugh over something you said, and it fills you with some semblance of pride that you didn't have before.

"Didn't know you had the nerve to make a joke like that," he notes, "—does that mean you're not scared of me anymore?"

Your gaze flickers to the ground in embarrassment as you try to laugh the question off. It sounds painfully awkward in your own two ears.

"Who said I was ever scared of you?" You ask a question of your own in reply.

"You didn't really need to. I have a bit of a knack for picking up signals, and yours have been on high alert around me for. . . Well, for forever, I guess," Zora shrugs.

He doesn't seem particularly upset about it. His comment is more observational than anything else, —like he's pointing out a fact that he's utterly indifferent to. You're relieved that his feelings weren't hurt by your actions, deliberate or not, but you still have to wonder how he managed to see right through you so easily. Up until now, you figured you'd done an okay job concealing your nerves around him since he'd never commented on anything of the sort, and you knew him well enough to know that he didn't mince words with anyone. It was fair game if he could sense it, at least most of the time.

"I-Its not so much fear, really, I just. . ." You pause, hoping that the right words come to you quickly like a dog to your beckoning whistle.

They don't.

"Hey," he laughs, turning around to face you completely as he stops in his tracks.

"It's fine. You think I'm not used to reactions like that by now? Come on," he gives your shoulder a small push for emphasis.

It's the good one, —the one he knows you didn't get hit in during the battle. The other is fine, just a little sore and a dull ache lingers in the muscles there; but he still chose to avoid it, and something tells you that it was very intentional. You realize then that Zora likely pays a lot more attention to not just you, but his entire group of squadmates, more than he'd ever be willing to fess up to.

You feel your body relax naturally. Not fully, but enough to be noticeable, and you give Zora a small smile.

"Thank you for your help back there," you say to him genuinely, "I really appreciate it. And I'm glad that Yami paired us together for this mission. . . I feel like I know you better now."

"Enough talking, princess," he quips, turning opposite of you and quickly walking away, long legs striding in even steps, “—if we actually want to eat something for dinner, we’ll need to get back soon.”

Heat rushes to your face at the nickname. Of all the things he could have said, —why on Earth did it have to be that? A part of you wants to believe it has something to do with that elegant comment he made, but another part worries that it represents something much more unsavory. Zora doesn't like royals. . . So why would he be calling you a princess as any form of compliment, or even observation?

Before you can think too much of it, you feel something move on your shoulder. Your head snaps to the side, only to be met with the painfully familiar stripes of a rainbow stink bug, —the kind Zora loves to place on people at random just for the heck of it. You make haste of flicking the insect off you, but you're a little too late.

"Zora!"

As time goes on, Zora no longer spares you from his pranks. Asta remains his favorite person to antagonize, of course, but you just might be a close second. Even so, you don't really feel like his actions come from a place of malice. . . They're never damaging in the long run, just playful antics that he (and you as well, sometimes,) can get a laugh out of. Looking back on it, you almost feel better about the fact that he doesn't exclude you from his hijinks anymore. Maybe it's a sign that things between the two of you are moving in the right direction! More team unity can't be a bad thing.

Sure, it might get a little annoying flicking rainbow stink bugs out of your room every once in a while, but Zora's loyalty makes up for that, —especially in battle. His help never goes unnoticed. He often has your back before you can even think about having his, and it shocks you every time, though you should probably be used to it by now.

"Are you alright?" He questions, giving you a sideways glance as he stays alert, just in case anymore enemies try to come at him sideways.

You're sitting upright against the thick trunk of a tree, breathing slightly ragged and lungs aching from the strain. Your ribs hurt like never before. It was unusual for anyone to fight so roughly in close combat, but you'd been taken by surprise along with the other members of the Black Bulls, and now you were just trying to stay out of their way. It was very unlike you to be taken out in battle, —in fact, it hadn't happened once since you were a newbie and Yami directed you out of the line of fire in order to protect you just in case. Even then, it was more about having the opportunity to watch and grow than anything else.

"I'll be fine," you tell Zora a little breathlessly, arm coming around to clutch at your throbbing torso, "just go. Make sure everyone else has backup."

"Don't be stupid," he snaps, still not looking your way, "—Luck and Magna will be fine on their own, and Asta has to be there with them by now. If I left you here alone, you wouldn't be able to defend yourself, and then what?"

It really isn't that he's looking down on you. Much the opposite, he seems to hold enough respect for you to know that you'd want to do things by yourself, but is actively refusing to let you for your own sake. And maybe for his own to a certain extent as well. 

"They need you more than I do," you answer, "I just need to catch my breath. Just go, and I'll catch up with you."

"Shut up!" He scolds, turning to lock eyes directly with you.

You've never seen this side of Zora before. He's mad, —angered in a way that feels so unfamiliar. A million times over you've heard him tear royals apart with his harsh words, and you've seen him slit through enemies with the same intensity, but to have it directed at you feels like a loaded gun is being held to your head and you're just waiting for the trigger to be pulled.

"I hold my tongue when it comes to you because you don't rub being royalty in anyone's face, —and I like that about you. But you don't always get to play the hero," he rants, each word more lethal than the last.

You open your mouth to speak, but he doesn't give you the chance. He's mad, and that much is more than obvious, but he's also. . . Worried? Scared? Anxious? Maybe all three and more, or nothing and less. You can't seem to put your finger on it. All you really know is that this side of Zora is frantic and explosive, but definitely not uncontrollable. You don't feel threatened by him in this state, —just surprised.

"Your magic is strong, and we both know that, but you aren't invincible. You have to know when enough is enough, or you'll drag everyone else down with you in the long run. It's useless to fight when you're way past your limits, and this just is what it is right now. If being protected by a lowly little commoner like me makes you feel like your high status has been stripped away, then cry about it later, because right now, you don't have any other options."

"Zora—" you try, but he refuses to let you get a word in edgewise, assuming you're going to argue with him on this.

"No!" He exclaims, "just sit there! I know the grass isn't fancy silken sheets, but you'll just have to get over it. I'm not asking you to leave this alone and just let me take care of it, —I'm telling you that's what's happening, and if you have a problem with that, it's just too damn bad."

Before you can manage to process everything well enough to respond thoughtfully, a familiar face is rushing toward the scene.

"Oh gosh," Noelle huffs, "just stay still y/n, I'll heal you as well as I can."

"Zora! A little help over here?" Vanessa calls out irritably. 

"You can go," Noelle tells him before he can protest, "I'll stay here with y/n. The sooner we get rid of these guys, the faster this can all be over and done with."

He hesitates, but knows he doesn't have a genuine excuse to stay any longer now that Noelle is here. There's so much you need to say to him, —so much you need to explain. But now isn't the time for that, so you watch with half lidded eyes as Zora spares you a small glance before rushing off to assist Vanessa.

"Zora?" You approach him later on as the day bleeds into night.

He frowns.

"You should be resting," he comments bluntly.

"I know," you acknowledge, "but. . . There's just some things we need to talk about."

"If you're about to scold me for what I said earlier, —don't bother. I know it was harsh, but it was true, and I won't apologize for saying something I believe," he tells you matter-of-factly.

That is so achingly like him. It's almost amusing.

"I'm not looking for an apology," you shake your head, "—you were right, at least somewhat. I should be more aware of when enough is enough so I don't get in everyone else's way. I understand that."

You swear you could see a glimmer of pride in Zora's eyes, one that was both for you as much as it was for himself. Still, you don't comment on it.

"But I need to tell you that I'm not royalty, and I'm really not sure what gave you that impression of me," you say. 

He pauses, blinking silently. Of all the things you could have said, he was taking that the hardest. It dawns on you that he more than likely had his entire impression of you built on the assumption that you were of a noble bloodline. This must be hard to swallow, and you're not naive enough to deny him that.

". . . Really?" Zora finally asks, eyes squinting at you in confusion.

"Really," you nod, "—I'm from a small town east of the Capitol. Not necessarily in the sticks or anything, but nowhere near being a city. My parents are both farmers, and I was born and raised a commoner."

The look on his face tells you that he doesn't believe you, or at the very least that he's having a rather difficult time processing all of this new information. Somehow, the worst part of it all in his mind is that he liked you way too much even when he thought you were nobility. You weren’t like the wealthy, high class royals that always poked at him, and worse, his father, every chance they got. You accepted him in a way he’s not sure anyone else ever has; —stink bug pranks and all.

In a rare show of vulnerability, he reaches out to graze his fingertips against your own.

“I didn’t mean to make unfair judgments about you,” he notes. “For once, I didn’t even mean that I thought you were a noble in a bad way. I saw the intensity of your magic and just assumed you were one, but I still. . .”

When he pauses, you dare to press for a continuance. 

“Still. . .?” 

He almost clams up, but the words come tumbling from his lips before he has the chance to filter or water them down somehow.

“I still had a lot of respect for you, and I ended up liking you anyway.”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his admission, but you can’t help the way a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. 

“Like in what sense?” You inquire.

Zora’s stunned by your display of boldness for a moment, but quickly shakes his head.

“No more questions,” he dismisses your inquiry, reaching out to clutch at your wrist. “You shouldn’t even be out here asking me things, —you should be resting. So go do that instead of bothering me.”

In spite of his words, his grip lingers on your wrist for much longer than need be. You take his advice and make your way back to your room, but each time you let your mind wander, it travels back to Zora and your heart flutters happily in your chest.

[katsuma6]

More Black Clover Headcanons! Random/funny thoughts from my brain.

Zora Ideale

- tells dad jokes often.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

- he's awful with technology and doesn't know how to work a smart phone.

Nozel Silva

- is a FANTASTIC artist.

Yami Sukehiro

- he got hit by a bus and the bus had more damage than him.

Asta

- found sleepwalking very frequently.

Yuno

- often falls asleep at his desk while working late nights.

William Vangeance

- wakes up on November 1st and starts decorating for Christmas.

Julius Novachrono

- knocks people over by hugging them.

Natch

- very smart but, very stupid. (Love him)

[smallestapplin]

Zora submas would not know what to do if hero gets Miphas Zora armour as they're planning/starting to court because like??? Was the hero and late princess lovers? Would it be disrespectful to court you if that's the case? Do you count as Zora royalty? Please answer they so they know what to do next!

Botw au my beloved!

I actually spoke about this to Renee, but I’m happy to do so here!

So!

Older Zoras blame you for the death of their princess, the ones that don’t are a few guards, the King, and the Prince.

Dorephan and Sidon always talk about how close you and Mipha were, always talking about how she loved you and made this armor for you to ask for your hand.

But they know, and the twins know you don’t know who Mipha even was. What did she like to do? What did she like to eat? What did she talk about? You don’t know.

She’s a stranger to you, as much as you feel guilty about it.

And what little memories you do recover, you barely know her.

If the zora twins wish to court you, they can, the King and Prince know they can’t hold onto you for Mipha.

However some elders(Muzu) insist this is a betrayal, not only because Mipha loved you, but because you are the reason the Princes isn’t here anymore!

They defend you from the onslaught, but they still ask.

But when you look at them, confused “I was only given this because I needed to swim up the waterfalls, what are you two talking about?”

They realize you don’t view this specifically as accepting her late proposal. You view their armor in high regard, but she wasn’t here to ask you it be the one to give it to you. 

But just to be safe Ingo and Emmet stand before King Dorephan and Prince Sidon.

“I apologize for our bluntness, but we wish to ask for your blessings to court the hero.”

Sidon nearly disagrees, until his father raises a hand, stoping the red zora.

“Mipha wouldn’t have wanted us to bar anyone from the hero, but I fail to see why you’re asking us?” The King laughs, smile on his face “that wild one is a free spirit, and can speak for themselves. But you have my blessing.”

After listening, Sidon agrees, you’re his friend and his not your keeper, you can do as you wish.

The twins are ecstatic and rush to find the right materials!

They do make you a dual colored armor, black and white, just like they are! And then they try to add some Hylian elements.

Hylians give gems as courting gifts, right? So they find as many pearls as they can, again themed black and white, and decorating the center of the chest armor with a heart made of all the pearls they found.

They just have to give it to you now, and see if you accept their love.

[ixtaek]

The Legend of Zelda - A Crossing of Stars

Chapter 33: Interlude - Drifting

Garruta is not nobility. That doesn't mean she is not valued.

(Continuing the Zelda Space AU)

[theautisticfroglord]

Finding Love Between The Pages

Pairing - Julius Novachrono x Zara Ideale

Fic Type - angst to fluff

Warnings - death, injuries, kissing

Notes - I was sad that Zara died in canon so I wrote. pretty much an au where Zara lives. also they kiss.

Julius is a Magic Knight, in the Grey Deer specifically. He joined the Knights to try and find his purpose. Then, he met somebody who would unknowingly give him that purpose. His name is Zara Ideale, a comrade from a different squad, the Purple Orcas. Zara had always helped the people, and put their safety over his own.

Julius knew him as what a Magic Knight should be. Though, Julius wondered why his heart always fluttered in his presence. He found himself looking at him a lot when they fought side by side. He questioned if this feeling was love or trust. Zara had begun to think the same.

One evening, Julius had noticed he hadn’t seen Zara in a while. He ponders what happened, if he’s alright. Julius sits at a table in a restaurant, still reflecting on it. Then, he overhears a conversation at the table next to his.

“I heard that one commoner Magic Knight died. I wonder what happened. Maybe a mission gone wrong or something,” a noble says, taking a sip of his drink. Julius freezes, his heart and mind racing. He tries to calm himself, repeating in his head that it can’t be Zara, it just can’t be.

Julius stands up from his chair, and leaves the restaurant without ordering anything. He walks to the graveyard, fearfully questioning if it’s actually true. It begins to rain, but Julius doesn’t notice over his thoughts. As he walks through the graveyard, he scans everything around him. He finds a flower bush on the way, and notices how they’re the type of flowers Zara once said he likes. He picks them and carries them with him.

Julius feels more and more uneasy, thinking of the idea of his comrade, no, the man he fell in love with dying, made his heart ache. Then, his spiraling is temporarily interrupted by a young boy running straight into him, and staggering backwards. He looks up at him with tears streaming down his cheeks. Julius notices how he resembles Zara.

“Hey… are you…?” Julius tries to ask him, but the boy runs past him before he could finish his sentence. Then, his heart drops when he sees a headstone with the name ‘Zara Ideale’ etched into it. Julius walks up to the grave, feeling damaged from seeing this happen so soon. He kneels down, placing down the flowers before saluting to the grave. Tears begin to stream down his cheeks for the first time in a while.

A few days later, Julius still feels empty after what happened. He’s heard awful conversations, disrespecting Zara and what he has done for the citizens. Julius has managed to keep his cool, to keep himself from attacking those who have said awful things. He walks into an alley, then leans against the wall, staring at the ground in silence. He only wonders why he passed away, and why he couldn’t tell him about his feelings sooner. Julius wants to keep his legacy, and help the people just as Zara did.

Then, Julius hears a shuffle, and wonders what, or who, is in this alleyway with him. Then, a certain man peeks from behind a corner in the wall. When Julius sees who it is, he steps back, his eyes wide. It’s Zara, but he’s curious and amazed with how this could have possibly happened. He saw his grave with his own eyes. Julius can’t process any of this, so he just stands in front of him, frozen in surprise.

“Ah… Hey there, Julius,” Zara chuckles nervously, pulling down his hood. He has been wandering the town in disguise, looking for Julius because he knows he’ll probably be safe with him. He lived, but barely. Zara is still weak, but he can still move. He moves his cloak off his body a small amount exposing his bandages and blood-stained clothes.

Once Julius processes that this man is Zara, and he somehow lived, he immediately wraps his arms around him, making sure he doesn’t harm him. He buries his face in his shoulder, crying once more.

“I’m so happy… you’re alive,” Julius manages to whisper in between his sobs. Zara weakly wraps his arms around the taller man. He pulls away from him and opens his grimoire. Julius uses a healing spell on him in a panic so his injuries don’t get worse. Zara looks at Julius’s coverless grimoire, mesmerized by it as always.

After he’s mostly healed, Julius walks with Zara, protecting him as they make their way through the town together. That evening, it begins to rain once again. Julius pulls Zara’s hood up for him, making sure he doesn’t get a cold along with his injuries. He looks up at him, noticing the caring but worried look in his amethyst eyes, and the way the rain water streams down his face. Julius looks at Zara’s turquoise eyes lovingly, noticing how breathtaking he looks in the moonlight.

They lock eyes, both noticing the way their hearts race for each other. They both blush lightly as their fingers intertwine. Then, Julius takes his chance and kisses Zara, using his other hand to pull him in. Zara freezes for a moment, and then processes what Julius is doing. With his other hand, he gently touches Julius’s short blond hair. Neither of them thought their day would end with them kissing in the rain, but neither of them were protesting.

Julius pulls away from Zara, and looks down at his sweet smile. He finally feels relief and comfort, and almost forgets what has happened over the past couple of days. They continue holding hands, the rain being the only sound for a few moments.

“You know, you could get a cold, too, Julius,” Zara chuckles. Julius pulls up his hood, letting out a small chuckle, as well.

“I don’t know if you’ll be safe staying at your house, you should stay at my base for now,” Julius mumbles, lovingly pressing his forehead to Zara’s.

“We should pick up my son… I hope he’s alright…” he whispers, feeling nervous. Julius pulls away from Zara, still holding his hand as he begins to walk with him once again. Once they reach his house, Zara knocks on the door, hoping Zora is still there. Then, the door creaks open to reveal that same young boy that Julius bumped into. He looks up at the two men, and recognizes his father.

“Hey… It’s me… are you alright?” Zara asks, kneeling down in front of him. Then, Zora wraps his arms around his father, crying into his shoulder in the same way Julius was. Zara picks his son up in his arms.

“Let’s go, we probably aren’t safe here,” Zara explains to him before shutting the door in front of him. They begin walking together again. As they continue walking together, he wraps his robe around his son so he doesn’t get too soaked from the rain. Then, they finally make their way to the Grey Deer’s base. They both cautiously step inside.

“Alright, I’ll let you both sleep in a spare room at our base, alright? You both need to get some rest,” Julius whispers, noticing that Zora is asleep, hoping he doesn’t wake him up. Once Zara is in his room, he places his son in bed, and tucks him in. Then, he walks back out, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Julius is sitting at a table, pondering what has happened all day today. He feels overjoyed that Zara is alive, and that he loves him the same way that he does, but worried for his safety. Then, Julius hears footsteps from behind him. He looks back to see that it’s Zara.

“Hey…” he whispers, walking up to the table where Julius is, and sits in a nearby chair.

“You should get some rest, Zara, it’s been a long day,” he sighs worriedly, holding his hand. Julius notices how soft his hand is.

“I just wanted to say one more thing,” Zara replied before leaning in and briefly kissing him on the lips.

“I love you, Julius… thank you for saving me…” he whispers to him before pulling away. They both blush and look into each other’s eyes for a brief moment before Zara stands up from his chair.

“Good night,” he sighed, walking out of the room, and back upstairs. Julius smiles, starting to feel less doubt, and more hope that Zara will be alright.

[malulurivers]

Here is a request : Yona could teach her s/o her healing magic.

oh this is adorable!

How Yona would teach her S/O healing magic

Yona would be so patient with you

if it didn’t come easily to you, you can count on her to take her time to explain things from a new angle

I get the feeling that she’s quite good at that, like she’s quite imaginative and can come up new perspectives or analogies that will help you understand the technique she’s describing

regardless of whether you’re a natural or not, she’s going to be so proud of you at every step

she’s quite collected, but she will absolutely suggest treats to celebrate the smallest of victories!

and she will compliment you! it may be a little awkward at first, but as time goes on you’ll get the hang of what she means

she is absolutely a firm believer in taking regular breaks

overworking yourself in trying to do anything, but especially magic, will do you know good and she will not let you hurt yourself in the process of learning

she can be stern when needed so don’t expect her to be lenient with you on that front!

she will keep a close eye on you, especially since she knows magic well and she’s aware of what the warning signs are for someone overdoing it

so if she spots the slightest signs of weariness, she’s checking in with you. if you say you can keep going she will allow it—she trusts you to know what your body can handle!

but if you’re being too reckless with it, she will step in and call for a break (and some lovely refreshments) or even the training off for the day if she’s genuinely worried

she’ll use the opportunity to show you what magical fatigue feels like, though. so there is a silver lining

if you do wear yourself out, she will dote on you

not anywhere near enough to be overwhelming, as it won’t even be in an overt way

she will simply pick things up around you, do small extra tasks before you can ask, and insist that you rest

she likes to be helpful! a little smile when she stacks paperwork for you and whatnot is the sweetest so let her, please!

she will also make sure you’re well fed and well rested as she sees it as very important

supposedly important enough that she will manage to forget to do it herself…

don’t hesitate in reminding her to rest too, and being her to bed if needed! all she needs is a moment to realise how tired she is, and she will follow

she may need a little bit of extra reassurance, that the things she needs to do to help the domain can be done tomorrow. once she realises this though she’ll be out like a light!

you two working together as a team is the best way to get things done! so she believes wholeheartedly that you can learn healing magic as well as her—perhaps even better! all you need to do is do it together

if there’s something that you can teach her, magical or skill-wise, then she’s really interested in trying to pick it up! even if it doesn’t come naturally to her at all

taking an interest in your life is a way that she shows love, and she wants to be a part of it whenever she can

and being a team is exactly what she needs to flourish

overall incredibly supportive and sweet!

don’t push yourself too hard, but she’ll be there to catch you if you do!

☾ ₊ ˚ ✩ ˚ ｡ ☽

masterlist buy me a hot chocolate <3

[zoekrystall]

Hate how I didn't even think until now abt how zelda was alone as a dragon for so many years until the present. I wonder way too much abt how everything was for her and esp now as a dragon like mineru did say you lose yourself completely iirc but reg the tears shed do I believe it's not fully true. Maybe depends how strong your spirit is. Like yeah she can't really communicate well anymore but she recognizes us and her eyes. Her eyes I still can't get over them they're so full of emotion that's absolutely her eyes. Like. You're still inside that dragon when you become one if you try your best to remember is what I think (or want to believe). It's 5am I am not going to try to explain my already barely coherent thoughts better. Too much possibilities where I think some border on denial. I am a fluff not angst person. Anyways I wonder how long all those years felt what do you do as a dragon did the sages try talking to her dragon form or like anything-