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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years ago

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Hello, I'd like to request for fuegoleon, William, nozel, zora and Nacht where they hurt their s/O's feelings and make her cry? And just how guilty they feel, how they make it up, comfort their s/o and apologize. You can choose whatever they couldve said or done to make her cry I love anything you write they're all so good

If 5 characters is too much then just fuego, nozel and nacht would be fine please and thankyou❤️

Hello! Some hurt comfort is on the menu it seems, and I'm happy to oblige ^^ This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I hope it's worth the wait ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Zora x f!reader, Nacht x f!reader

Fanfic type: Headcanons

Genre: Hurt-comfort

Length: about 0.75k each, 3.9k total

Warnings: Generally hurt-comfort, the guys snap at reader, all for reasons of their own, in Nozel's scenario the reader doesn't really know what kind of a person Nozel's dad is, Zora addresses reader as "babydoll", Zora calls himself as a "jerk ass", reader cries and the guys try to comfort in their own ways

Fuegoleon

He had had very taxing couple of months. The adverse the country was facing seemed to have no end in sight, and it felt that in terms of politics and finances the country was being pushed further and further into a corner, which took an immense toll on him emotionally.

And though a part of him wished that he could simply take a vacation and not worry about any of it, he knew it to be senseless. Quite simply because the same issues would wait him as he returned, and they would have further piled up, so taking a vacation would be counterproductive. But still he felt that his nerves were hanging by a thin thread, even if he considered himself as a patient man.

As he sat by his desk, you came through the door with a paper in hand.

“I made us a reservation to a restaurant,” you told him. “I thought we could take a nice evening off, have a date and just enjoy life,” you smiled, while presenting the reservation information to him.

“No thank you,” he said without looking up from the documents in front of him.

“But you need to have some time off as well,” you insisted while placing your hand onto his arm and tugging him slightly. “So I planned us a day where we can just do something w-“

“I can’t take a day off!” He snapped. “Surely a moment of peace and quiet would be pleasant, but there is too much to take care of for me to quite simply ‘take a day off’,” he continued.

And you… lifted your hand off of his arm, and took a step back.

You had intended to do something nice for him, because you had seen how strained he was and now he… wasn’t… feeling the sentiment. A part of you wanted to blame yourself because you had failed to read him and what he’d wish correctly, because wasn’t a spouse supposed to be able to do that?

There were a lot of emotions swirling around in you, but none of them were pleasant. And with it, tears begun climbing to your eyes with a burning sensation, only to roll down your cheeks.

Fuegoleon looked at you, and there was a gnawing, pricking ocean of guilt in his chest, because he knew that you had meant well. You had wanted to do something nice for him and make the situation at least a little bit more bearable.

“My love I’m…” he reached forward for you. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, but … I…” his gaze fell to the side as he spoke, feeling the weight of his words, spoken carelessly.

You didn’t shy away from him as he tried to get close to you again, because it wasn’t… that you didn’t understand him, and you could see the sincere apology and regret in his eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll try to take the day off…” he promised with something that sounded almost like a sigh, but really it was because he knew what it’d mean.

And you knew what it’d mean too. It’d mean sleepless nights, having less time during the next week or two for you two to spend together regularly, in place of that one day. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, but it wouldn’t be worth it. You’d rather see him a little each day than not at all.

“No,” you shook your head with a faint tone while mirroring his movements and reaching for him. “We can… just have a moment, a short moment, in the evening to ourselves,” you said through your drying tears.

His eyes gathered that gentle undertone that was too beautiful for this world, as he placed his hand onto your cheek and brushed away your tears. “If that is what you wish,” he said with gratitude in his voice before he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

You nodded as a reply, even if only faintly.

“I am sorry, my beloved,” he still repeated. “You’re the most important person in my life, and I don’t wish to impose any-“

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I get it. There’s a lot on your plate and I should have talked about your schedule with you before making reservations…”

“But your heart was in the right place,” he told you while placing his hand under your chin. “And that’s one of the reasons why I love you,” he admitted while lifting your chin, and placing another kiss onto your lips, warm, gentle and caressing, which washed away any shadow of doubt of his sentiments that might have been there.

William

The days had grown long, because of everything that was going on in the kingdom. And with the disappearance of Julius, it had gotten him thinking about what had happened after the whole ordeal with the elves. Which had made… something about the whole state of the kingdom hit too close to home with him.

Perhaps he was questioning being pardoned altogether, since it seemed that the one to pardon him, had taken a run for it. Or perhaps something more dire.

But if the only person to be willing to pardon him was someone like him, willing to look the other way when the kingdom was falling to its knees then…

It filled him with various emotions, all swirling and twisting and turning until he felt all of them trying to bubble to the surface, but he didn’t know which to let out first. How to let them out. Instead it felt like they were all stuck in his throat, just building, building, building up pressure so much that he might-

“Hey honey!” You greeted while entering through the door of his office, only to see him hunching over his own desk. “Oh did you eat something bad, or-“ you placed your hand onto his shoulder.

But he pushed it away. “Don’t touch me!” He ordered without as much as looking at you. And from his tone, you heard nothing but pain, hurt, and… you could have sworn… disgust… underlying it all… You could have sworn there to be contempt… in there…

You took a step back, pulling your hand to you and holding it with the other. As you couldn’t… imagine why… why would he have… Your sweet William…

His chest was heaving, and as his eyes lifted from the desk to you, the most prominent feelings you could se were fear and pain. The way they flickered, his purple eyes that were so gentle, flickered around as tears lined the corners of his eyes.

“Forgive me…” he whispered as his eyes turned to the side. “I didn’t… I just… Why did he pardon me? Some… solidarity from a villain to another?” His head swayed from side to side, as if trying to comprehend, but failed to do so.

“You’re… not a villain, Will…” you tried, because his reaction had… made sense. It wasn’t you he was trying to shoo away, it was his own emotions, but you sounded anything but convinced. Tears climbed to your own eyes.

You buried your face into your hands, and wept, from the shock of what had happened, his words, but also because you had understood where it came from. Because he was pained from the guilt of his past actions, and you felt his pain too.

He turned to look at you again, as he heard your sobs, and got up from the chair to make his way to you from the other side of the desk.

“I’m sorry… so, so sorry my little song bird…” he wrapped his arms around you, and pressed his head against yours, as his tears rolled down his cheeks, and onto you. “I’ll… make it up to you…” he pleaded. “Just don’t… please don’t… hate me, I… didn’t… wasn’t… I didn’t mean to….” His voice was faint, broken and defeated, and he swayed in place with you in his arms.

It sounded like he was repenting. Praying for forgiveness.

“I don’t hate you… Will,” you told him while wrapping your own arms around him. He was a broken man, and he had acted out of distress. Without intent to hurt you. Without intent to push you away.

He pressed a kiss onto your head as his embrace grew tighter. “I’m sorry,” he still whispered.

You nudged his head with yours, and whispered against his skin “we’ll make it through.”

Because you would. The two of you would. He wasn’t a bad man. He wasn’t a villain. It was simply that the guilt he felt got overbearing sometimes, which had caused him to call out in fear of what he thought about himself.

But he loved you, and you loved him. So, you could heal, together. You were certain about it, as you stood there, holding onto each other.

Nozel

Nozel had learned to deal with his family situation from a young age. Though ‘dealing with it’ had turned into something that seemed more like survival. Not that you could see it from the surface. Because, while looking from afar, without seeing into his eyes, his emotions, he was a calm sea. Vast and serene. Though something, someone to be revered and respected, because there was also harshness in the oceans.

But if you had the opportunity to peek under the surface, you’d see a twisting, turning vortex of guilt, pain, sorrow… fear… A lot of emotions one might deem ugly.

‘Unsightly’ he would describe them in himself. Because he couldn’t be any of those things. The Captain of the Silver Eagles, the First Born Son of the Royal House of Silva, couldn’t be any of those things. And thus… to him, in him, they were unsightly.

He didn’t talk about his childhood either. He didn’t talk about his parents, aside of his mother. Which, given the circumstances of her parting, made sense. He would talk about her more because of the fate she had faced.

You had been thinking about starting a family with him. You had talked about it in passing. And as you sat in the living room, him staring out of the window, deep in thought. You talked about how lovely it’d be. “I’m sure you’d be a great father,” you thought out loud, meaning just it, and nothing else. “Just like yours.”

His head begun to turn to you with a slow motion, as if mechanic, and his eyes were wide open. It wasn’t even a glare, but a mad stare.

“I will never be like that bastard!” He shouted, making you press against your seat out of the sheer force in which the words were pushed, spat out of his mouth.

His body started to shake, and the stare turned into a look of horror as his eyes fell down to the floor. Because…. Because… though his father had been horrid, spewed poisonous words in a whole different way than shouting… maybe you had been right and… he was on his way becoming just like his father. Which was among the last things he’d want.

But you… you didn’t quite understand where it had come from. Sure, he hadn’t talked about his father, but you hadn’t thought that there’d be this level of hatred and contempt for him from Nozel. Though you had gathered that Older Lord Silva wasn’t a well liked man, but… surely he… would have been… kinder to his… own children, right?

Right…?

There were a lot of emotions turning within you. Partly from the force of Nozel’s words, and partly from guilt of having failed to see through his silence. Through the things he didn’t want to talk about, and… as you leaned forward, your elbows on your knees and buried your face into your hands, you cried. You cried and you cried and you… didn’t know what to do. What to say?

You felt a weight right next to you on the couch, as a pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Nozel I…” you tried while pushing against his chest with a faint motion.

“Don’t…” he started as his hold of you grew more firm. “Look at me…” he continued as his voice broke, and something… as if a droplet, landed onto your shoulder.

The words sounded like a plea. Plea filled with shame and the broken pieces of his soul that he wasn’t eager to show you.

But you did as he wished, and settled into his embrace.

“I’m… sorry, my dear,” he whispered with that same broken tone while placing his hand to the back of your head. “I’ll… be better, than him. I will…” you couldn’t tell if he was trying to tell that to you or to himself.

But whatever his father must’ve been like in reality, you could already tell that Nozel was far better of a man than his father had ever been. He was. Because the man who held you in the soft, gentle, secure embrace felt so very deeply about you and the ones close to him.

He really was like an ocean of secrets.

“I love you,” he professed through another whisper, but while the tone was silent, the proclamation was loud as ever. “I love you…” he repeated, just to make sure that you heard him.

And as you buried your face into his shoulder, and the scent of his haircare products flowed to you, it was as if your tears had disappeared into thin air.

Nozel might not have been the best with words, but he was there, when you needed him the most.

Zora

Zora had had to raise himself for a good portion of his childhood. Though Zara had given him good tools to life, and a lot of wonderful memories, it didn’t mean that Zora wouldn’t have had to toughen up.

His accomplishments, his skills and tenacity were all a result of him having a keen eye for details, while also having had to, quite bluntly, tell himself to do better. Pay attention to his own shortcomings and fix the issue.

But… it had also resulted in him being blunt with others. Though it was all for the sake of betterment, for growth and development of skills, the way he delivered the words were harsh more often than not. Which was something he was trying to fix, when it came to some people, at least.

You knew that he was like that. And you knew that he wasn’t the type of a guy to just sit around and expect you to do all the housework, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t like cooking from time to time. Actually, maybe it was the idea that you didn’t need to cook, because he’d be more than alright with cooking if you asked him to, but rather that you could.

But today the dish wasn’t… cutting it. You had tried to taste it many times and there was something in the seasoning that wasn’t just… doing it for you. But you couldn’t really place your finger on what was wrong with it. Or not… wrong wrong per se, but it certainly could be better.

You leaned against the stove, and sighed to yourself, as the gears in your head tried to turn. But came up empty.

A drawer was opened, and closed. There was a sound of metal clicking against metal and steps coming closer, accompanied by a hum from a certain, masked, someone.

Zora dipped his spoon into the food and took a bite to test the taste. And after he had, he sighed, sounding disappointed before making his way to the spice cabinet and laying thme out onto the table.

“The balance is all wrong,” he said. “It’s mainly salty while you want there to be some sweetness to it for the contrast as well. A bit of acid would do wonders, but the real issue is that the spices aren’t complimenting each other,” he explained while taking the spoon and adding one spice after another along with other ingredients.

And you… took a step back and let him do it. Because if it was ‘all wrong’, why should you have interjected?

In all honesty, it made you feel unappreciated. Like you couldn’t even cook right. If I can’t even cook right, then why is he with me….? You found yourself thinking.

Before you knew it, your eyes had turned to the floor and you were grinding your molars together as tears started climbing to your eyes. And eventually, they ran down your cheeks as you were still immersed into your own thoughts, in how you didn’t think that you could do a simple task correct. Because surely Zora wanted someone by his side who could contribute as much as he did. Surely. So why was he-

“Hey babydoll?”

You looked up, and saw him standing there, having placed his hand onto your shoulder.

His eyes were deep, calm blue. Clear and yet deep blue. And there was worry in them. That was when you realized that you were crying and looked away while wrapping your arms around yourself.

He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry about the tone,” he said. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, and… I’m happy to eat whatever you make,” he tried but the consolation fell short, given how he had started cooking in your place.

You curled around yourself a bit more, without really meaning to, but you did. In any case.

“Come here,” he said while pulling you into an embrace.

Seconds ticked away for a while as he just held you, and the dinner was slowly cooking on the stove.

“If you want me to stay out of it, you need to just tell me, y’know? I know that I can be too harsh, and… And… I try to not be.”

He was trying to help you get better. But he could be a wee bit of a jerk about it at times.

“We both know I can be a real ass jerk,” he said with a hint of amusement, trying to make you laugh.

And it worked. “But you’re my jerk,” you replied with a hint of a giggle in your tone.

“That I am,” he replied. “And I hope you never need to get sick of me,” he continued while pulling away just enough to wipe your tears away.

You gave him a small smile as a reply to his careful one, and went back to cooking, together.

Nacht

Nacht had been a loner for most of his life. Someone who travelled down his own path without caring what everyone else thought. And it had made him someone who spoke directly about anything and everything he deemed to be topical to say.

Though he could also be harsh. Granted that he was the harshest to himself, but still. His directness could be harsh, and you both knew it.

He tried not to be, to you. He tried to treat you with the kindness that you deserved. He tried to treat you with the respect that you ought to be treated with. But sometimes, he failed.

Though watching him scold the Bulls for their shenanigans yet again, you didn’t think that he was trying all that hard to be constructive. Maybe he just wanted them to be efficient during missions, because that would drive the squad forward the best. ‘Not to be wasteful of energy’, or something like that.

“You could try going easier on them,” you told him later on when it was just the two of you. “Be kinder.”

“Kindness is a weakness,” he scoffed. “And Yami has let them slack off enough already which will get them killed. Only a fool would go easy on them.”

You stopped, thinking about what he had just said. Because you were going easy with the rest of the Bulls. You were kind to them. And Nacht. So… so.

You couldn’t help but think that Nacht had, there and then, revealed what he really thought of you. Though it wasn’t directed at you, he had been, still, indirectly talking about you too. Basically he had called you weak and stupid.

Basically.

Which made your eyes turn to the ground as you bit down your molars and tried to will away the tears that were climbing to your eyes. Because you shouldn’t have taken such an off-hand comment that wasn’t even said to you, to the heart in such a way but… But. It had struck a nerve in you.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, having stopped and turned around to look at you, as if he hadn’t realized what he had said.

“So you think that I’m dumb and weak?” You asked with bitterness lacing your tone as the tears finally glazed over your eyes, but didn’t roll down quite yet.

“That isn’t what I said,” he argued, now facing you fully and taking a few steps closer to you.

“But I am letting them off easier and I am being kind to them. So. If being kind and letting them have a breather is-“

“You’re not responsible for them.”

“Neither are you!” Now tears ran, but you didn’t look at him.

You didn’t look, and he said nothing.

Surely, he could have argued that as a vice captain he was more or less responsible, but not to the same extent as Yami. And at the end of the day, all the Bulls were responsible for themselves. So, he didn’t need to care about what they did with their time. Really.

“You are not weak and stupid,” he said while taking you by the hand. “Quite the contrary,” he admitted. “And I shouldn’t have spoken so carelessly.”

He sounded like he was speaking out a ready made dialogue of a noble man that he used to be. But you supposed that he hadn’t needed to comfort anyone lately either. If ever. If he had ever needed to comfort anyone. Even himself, since he had denied such a thing from himself.

But he could see how the ready made dialogue wasn’t doing it. The words might have been there, but the sentiment wasn’t.

“Darling?” He whispered, while moving again a little bit closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he said while summoning his shadows and tugging you, as if to ask to come along with him. To which you nodded, and he transported you both to your bedroom.

As you stood there, in the sanctity of the room with the door closed, he finally wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “You are not weak. Or stupid,” he repeated. This time the tone was one that sounded genuine, caring, insisting. “I’m sorry for insinuating it.”

You nodded and returned the embrace.

“It’s simply that… not being prepared can get people killed…” there was a reason, in there, why he would remind you of such a thing.

“But people need to live too.” And there was no arguing over it. Because life was meant to be lived.

Not even he could deny it. “They do…” he admitted while holding you closer in his arms.

And it was in that embrace that you could feel his heartbeat, his remorse and regret. But most importantly, you could feel how he did love you. Because he did. With his entire heart and soul.

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phantomstatistician · 5 months ago

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Fandom: Black Clover

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katsuma6 · 8 months ago

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absolutely loved the nsfw alphabet you did!! 💙💙💙 this time could i ask for Zora patting reader on the head? Like maybe they do really well at something and he gets all proud and goes “that’s my girl” or something? 🥺

Ahhh stawp thats so cute 💘🙈

Zora is totally the kind of person to give head pats!! :>

The Black Bulls are strong.

Especially you. Captain Yami knows you can handle your own. So, one day he decides to send you on a solo mission. Zora was not happy about that. Not that he doesn't believe in you but, he just wants you to be safe. He's a protector.

While on your mission you had no idea there was more than one enemy to face. Naturally you contacted your Captain to let him know.

You stood in front of three enemies. Activating your magic powers, you took down the first one, wondering if you could do this by yourself.

Zora overheard Captain Yamis conversation with you and panicked. "I'm going." He stated, feeling angry you went on a solo mission.

It took Zora a while to find you and when he finally did, he couldn't help but stand there blown away.

You only had a few minor scratches.

And there on the ground, three enemies piled together. You dusted your pants off. "Psh, that was too easy!" You smiled. "See Zora? I did it!"

Zora smirked and soon a chuckle escaped his throat. "Hell yeah you did." He walked closer to you, grabbing your arms and examined the cuts. "I'm okay, see?" You grinned.

Zora rolled his eyes playfully and reached up to pat your head. "You really whooped ass today. That's my girl. Good job."

Your face flushed bright pink and you smiled warmly at the man in front of you.

"Thanks, Zora."

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kalolasart · 2 months ago

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Formula for a Crush

Cover for @f-oighear's and mine new Black Clover Zora x Nebra fan fiction.

We invite you to read!

Ao3 link

#black clover #black clover fanart #fanart #black clover fanfic #formula for a crush #ffac #nebra silva #zora ideale #zobra #zora x nebra #black clover fanfiction #modern au #black clover au #racing au #formula one au #formula 1

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kalolasfantasyworld · 2 months ago

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Formula for a crush

Fic announcement post!

Hi everyone! We're finally officially announcing our new fic with @f-oighear Formula for a Crush.

It's Zora x Nebra fan fiction in a modern AU in which they are Formula 1 drivers! (it escalated)

Summary Silver Eagles Motorsports have been facing tough times in the last few Formula 1 seasons. Can lead driver Nebra Silva turn it around for her team, or will it continue its downward spiral? Former backmarker team Black Bulls Racing are on the rise, with lead driver Zora Ideale projected to break into the midfield. When these two drivers set identical lap times in the first qualifying session of the season, an unexpected rivalry sparks between them. Where will it take them? You don’t have to watch Formula one or understand racing to read this.

We invite you to read when we'll post the first chapter on Tuesday.

Above all we're having tons of fun with this project and playing around with our lovable disasters 💕

The cover will be posted again as a separate art once the fic drops.

#black clover #black clover fanart #fanfiction #modern au #black clover au #black clover modern au #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #zora x nebra #zobra #zora ideale #nebra silva #oighear 💕

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acacia-may · 7 days ago

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First (A Black Clover Fic)

Kaiser Granvorka is a quiet man, a humble man, a man who doesn’t take risks. Until one day, he takes the biggest risk of all—to accept the first commoner into the Magic Knights.

Kaiser Granvorka & Zara Ideale Friendship. (Also features Kaiser Granvorka/His Wife and Wholesome Parent-Child Relationships Zara & Zora Ideale and Kaiser & Billie (OC) Granvorka)

Rated T for heavy themes and angst. Warnings for death, grief, and heavy themes (Please mind the AO3 tags).

A/N: A quick shoutout and many thanks to my friend & Zora-enthusiast, @f-oighear Strangely enough I think reading your amazing Grossberg Law Offices fic somehow broke my writer's block and inspired me to write this despite it being from a totally different fandom so I wanted to say thank you! 💜 Also Marv and Kaiser friendship crossover when??

Link to the work on AO3

3,493 Words. Full Fic Text Below the Cut. Thank you for reading!

“Examinee 129, please step forward.”

There was a derisive snicker barely masked by a half-cough to Kaiser’s left. He didn’t turn to see whose it was though he heard his vice-captain huff. She turned her head, no doubt to glare daggers at whoever it was.

Kaiser sighed. Maris had much less patience for the haughty, pretentious, and often patronizing attitudes of many of the Magic Knights and much less restraint in expressing her disapproval of such behavior. He could almost hear her now: You don’t have to raise your hand for every applicant, but you don’t have to be rude and maliciously superior about it.

While Kaiser agreed with her, he did not see the point in expressing his own displeasure, especially at a Magic Knights’ Entrance Exam which he believed merited a certain level of decorum. Besides, a glare from him wasn’t going to change anything. In Kaiser’s opinion, it was much better and more effective to lead by example—show respect to everyone: royal, noble, or commoner.

Kaiser sighed again. It seemed this opinion was grossly unpopular.

As Examinee 129 stepped forward, there were even more condescending sniffs and snorts from both the Magic Knight gallery and the other entrance exam applicants. Maris huffed again, crossing her arms, but she turned towards the examinee and offered him a sympathetic smile. She no doubt recognized him. Kaiser did himself, after all. He was pretty hard to forget: tall, muscular, with unruly, bright red hair, and a beaming smile and most memorable of all, the fact he was a commoner who had participated in over a decade of Magic Knights Entrance Exams.

Kaiser had to admit the man’s fortitude was admirable. No matter how many times he pushed himself to his limit in the entrance exam and stood before the Magic Knight captains only to be rejected, he still returned year after year having improved and grown stronger. Truthfully, this had been his best year yet—the first time he had been won his duel. Kaiser supposed he had had a type advantage which contributed to his victory, but still…a commoner besting a noble at all was practically unheard of and, as far as he knew, a first in the entire history of the Magic Knights.

The examinee should be proud of such an accomplishment, and as he raised his head towards the captains’ gallery and smiled, it appeared he was. Kaiser’s mouth twitched in its corners, a subtle sign of his approval before the examination arena grew silent as they awaited what was likely to be yet another announcement of “no hands.”

Despite Examinee 129’s feat, the truth was he still lacked the magical prowess of the majority of the other applicants, many of whom had already been rejected from the Magic Knights’ selection. Even if Kaiser’s fellow captains hadn’t prejudicially ruled him out simply for being a peasant, they likely would have rejected him anyway for his abilities alone or out of the fear that his potential would eventual plateau far earlier than a knight with a strong, magical pedigree and more training. It was unfair, but the fact of the matter was that a Magic Knight squad simply could not take everyone and no Magic Knight squad had ever taken a commoner. It was too much of a risk. There was no telling if this examinee would even have what it takes to be a Magic Knight.

Kaiser felt a hand gripping his shoulder. He looked up at Maris who was still standing at his side. Tilting her head, she pushed a piece of scraggly, dark hair out of her face and quirked an eyebrow at him. Her blue eyes narrowed, and Kaiser fidgeted, suddenly, and somewhat irrationally, concerned that she could somehow read his mind. He could almost hear her again—countering his reservations: There’s more to being a Magic Knight than just raw power, and he has something no one else here has.

He couldn’t argue with her, especially when she was right. He let out a conciliatory sigh, and Maris’ mouth twitched into a triumphant smirk. Still, he shook his head. Even if this examinee’s heart and fortitude were without equal amongst his peers, it would still be a risk to select him for their squad, and Kaiser was a quiet, humble man. He was not one to take such risks—to rock the boat, to do what had never been done before.

Surely, Maris knew this. Even if she was not like him—was bold, fearless, and unafraid of risks—she had to at least understand that not every risk could be taken. There was something to be said for prudence, for thoughtfulness, for planning.

The expression in his eyes tried to compromise with her. Perhaps, next year after the examinee had trained a little more and become even stronger and Kaiser himself could work up the courage to do something so radical and revolutionary…

His thoughts were abruptly cut off as he felt Maris’ grip tighten on his shoulder. Somehow this gesture said louder than any words: “You know it’s the right thing to do. Raise your hand or I’ll never forgive you.”

Kaiser sighed. He felt her ultimatum was a bit over the top, but she was nothing if not relentless. Her grip tightened even more—her long fingernails digging into his shoulder blade until she finally felt his arm move.

Immediately, the examination arena filled with shocked gasps and appalled whisperings. Even Examinee 129 looked utterly flabbergasted—blinking at Kaiser’s raised hand until the exam moderator eventually, somewhat perplexedly stumbled his way through “The…uh…Purple Orcas?” He didn’t sound sure about that—a fact which seemed to make Maris chuckle or perhaps it was just that she was pleased.

When there was no correction, Kaiser heard a gasp from his left. He knew better than to look at the probably confused and possibly horrified faces of his fellow Magic Knight captains. Instead he met the eyes of Examinee 129. He looked relieved, proud, and grateful beyond words, and when he beamed at him, Kaiser smiled back at him: the first commoner to become a Magic Knight.

At the end of the exam, Kaiser tried his best to quickly and quietly exit the examination arena without drawing too much attention to himself. He was sure the other captains would have a lot to say about his decision to allow a commoner to join the Magic Knights for the very first time ever, but he didn’t care to hear it. There was nothing he could say to help them understand his reasoning anyway. It was a risk—and one that drew far too much attention to himself than the humble Kaiser would have wanted—but with any luck, his new recruit would prove that it was one worth taking. With any luck, he would earn the respect of the other Magic Knights by working hard and honing his magical abilities. Only then they would truly see the errors of their narrow-mindedness.

“Captain Granvorka, sir. I’m Zara Ideale.” His new recruit held out his hand to him. It was jittery, shaking a little whether out of excitement or nervousness, or perhaps both, Kaiser couldn’t be entirely sure, but he shook it with a curt nod. “This is such an honor. Thank you for giving me a chance, sir.”

Zara continued to shake his hand exuberantly. Was he ever going to let go? Kaiser wondered.

He sighed, feeling somewhat sheepish. Humbly he admitted, “You really should be thanking my wife.”

“Oh yes, of course, sir.” Zara nodded enthusiastically, but his brow furrowed in confusion before Kaiser tilted his head towards the somewhat smug Maris.

“She’s also your vice-captain.”

Maris waved, but teasingly corrected, “You should’ve led with that. I’ve been your vice-captain far longer than I’ve been your wife.” She chuckled but turned to shake Zara’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Zara. Welcome aboard.”

“Very excited and honored to be here, Ma’am,” replied Zara shaking Maris’s hand even more exuberantly. “Really, it means so much to me to be given this opportunity to serve and protect my kingdom and to prove myself as a Magic Knight.” Somehow his beaming smile grew even wider. “And to show my boy—my son, Zora—that he can do anything he sets his mind to—doesn’t matter where he’s come from.”

Kaiser’s expression softened, and Maris smiled as she said, “You were really extraordinary out there. I’m sure your son would be proud.”

Kaiser nodded in agreement. “Your magic is impressive. Your fortitude and resilience even more so. I think you’ll be an asset to the Magic Knights.”

Zara beamed at them and finally released Maris’ hand in order to stand at attention and salute them. “Thank you. I promise I won’t let you down!”

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He didn’t let them down—not once. Like with most things, Maris was right. Selecting Zara Ideale for their squad quickly proved a risk worth taking. He worked harder than anyone else in the Purple Orcas. He was always the first to volunteer for any mission, trained longer and harder than anyone, and, as Kaiser had suspected at the entrance exam, showed a resilience unlike anyone else on their squad. Even injuries did not stop him. He begged to be released from the infirmary and let back out into the field with broken ribs, sprained joints, twisted ankles, and even a broken arm—a request that Kaiser had promptly rejected. No matter what happened, he was always laughing, always kept an energetic and positive attitude, and, perhaps, most admirable of all, he was willing to risk his life for anyone in need: comrade or civilian—even the ones who were open in their dislike of him and their disapproval of a commoner Magic Knight.

Kaiser knew there was even such discontent on their squad, as they had, of course, expected. He had immediately and matter-of-factly declared that while he respected the right of his subordinates to disagree with his decision to allow a commoner onto their squad, he would not tolerate any in-fighting, friction, or mistreatment of Zara on account of his background and he expected the Purple Orcas to act respectfully and work together as normal. He liked to think that his squad had agreed due to their own character or willingness to grow as people—failing that, out of respect for him as their captain, at least. If Kaiser had to guess, however, it was most likely Maris’ fervent promise to give the boot to anyone who had a problem with that policy and her accompanying fierce scowls that quieted most of the disagreement.

Still, Kaiser was not stupid. He knew that just because it was quiet, didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Luckily and admirably, Zara never let it bother him and tried his best to earn the respect of his fellow squad members. Kaiser liked to think he had succeeded in that, at least a little. After all, there was no uptick in discontent following the retirement of Maris and her death glares. It made Kaiser hopeful that Zara would continue to win over the Orcas and the rest of the Magic Knight squads, even after Kaiser himself was gone.

Truthfully, he had been considering permanent retirement ever since his daughter was born, but it was only a terrible injury that forced him to realize he was no longer in his prime and to confront his mortality.

“Captain, sir. What are you doing out of bed?”

Zara’s exuberant voice pulled Kaiser out of his thoughts. Whipping around to look at him made his dislocated shoulder ache—made him feel old, useless. He stifled a groan of pain.

“It’s alright. I just wanted some fresh air and quiet time to think.”

“What are you thinking about?” Zara asked as he helped him over to a nearby bench in the hospital courtyard.

Kaiser sighed, but his expression softened affectionately as he said, “My wife and daughter.”

Zara smiled himself and laughed lightly as he dug for something in his pocket. “That reminds me—I have a doll for Billie.” He handed Kaiser a little rag doll—a Magic Knight from the looks of it with a shiny cape and long sage-green hair just like his little girl. Kaiser couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, Zara. I’m sure she’ll love it, but you really didn’t have to do this.”

“She seemed so upset when she visited you—was really worried and scared,” he explained with a shake of his head. “So I started making her a doll to help distract her. I hadn’t finished it until tonight, but I thought it might help her feel better until you’re all healed up and released. I’m not the most crafty, but my boy, Zora”—he beamed just talking about him—“always liked the doll I made him. It always made him happy or at least made him laugh.”

There was something about the love that Zara had for his son that warmed Kaiser’s heart. He hoped to have that same kind of relationship with his own daughter one day, but…

His face fell and he swallowed hard. He knew he wouldn’t be able to have that if he was never around and was always worrying her by putting himself in harm’s way. And he definitely wouldn’t if he was dead.

“Is something the matter, sir?” asked Zara, and Kaiser sighed heavily. He considered shrugging the whole matter off, but then he remembered how no one had been more excited at Kaiser’s announcement that had become a father than Zara, how Zara always asked after his dear little Wilhelmina or “Billie” as her mother had so affectionately nicknamed her, and how Zara always said that being a father was a greatest gift life had to offer. Surely, he of all people would understand why Kaiser wanted to leave the Magic Knights to spend time with his little girl and be a part of her childhood.

“I think it might be time for me to retire,” he admitted matter-of-factly as his injured shoulder throbbed with pain despite Dr. Owen’s best efforts to put him back together again. “You’re not as spry as you used to be, Kaiser,” he had warned him. “Be careful out there.”

“Because of your injury?” asked Zara, pulling him out of his thoughts. “I thought Dr. Owen said you’d recover.”

“This time,” mumbled Kaiser with a somewhat imbittered nod.

After a pause, he let out a long breath. “It’s selfish,” he admitted, almost guiltily. “But I want to see my little girl grow up.”

Kaiser fidgeted, but something in Zara’s face brought him pause. His expression was so kind—so understanding as he smiled at him.

“That’s noble too,” he said as he leaned back on his hands and glanced up at the starry night sky. “I mean, I love being a Magic Knight—it’s my dream, always has been, but my son”—his voice trailed, grew wistful—“he is the greatest joy of my life and there is nothing better in this world than getting to be his dad.” He beamed but shifted, scratching the back of his neck with a laugh. “I’m not a perfect father, by any means, but all we can do is try our best to be the dads our kids deserve right? And while I might have a lot of regrets about a lot of things, I don’t regret one second I got to spend with him.”

Zara paused and turned to look Kaiser square in the face, right in the eyes. “That time is precious, and I can’t imagine a greater tragedy than a parent who doesn’t get to see their child grow up.”

A bittersweet smile tugged at Kaiser’s lips as he looked away to stare down at the doll Zara had thoughtfully made for his daughter. As strange as it was, he felt relieved—thankful, somehow, to have permission to do what he knew was the right thing even if it was a risk. So it always seemed to be in his life—he needed someone else there, Maris or Zara, to give him that final push in the right direction.

“Thank you,” he said with a nod, thankful for the what had to be the hundredth time that he had taken that risk and let Zara onto his squad—that Zara Ideale, one of the greatest men he had ever had the pleasure to know, was the first commoner ever to become a Magic Knight. He didn’t quite have to the words to say it, but he hoped that he knew that and knew how much his encouragement meant to him.

Whether he did or not, Kaiser couldn’t be sure because, per usual, Zara merely laughed and smiled at him—patting his shoulder, though thankfully his non-injured one. However, there was something almost bittersweet in his voice when he said, “We’re really gonna miss you, Captain.”

*-*-*

After Kaiser’s retirement, Zara kept in touch through letters. Kaiser appreciated the chance to get to hear how his former squad member was doing, even though most of his letters consisted of stories about his son, Zora, and how proud he was of him. Kaiser couldn’t complain. After all, he spent a majority of his letters writing about own wife and daughter, the prides and joys of his life. He never regretted his decision to retire—to spend more time with them, to be a part Billie’s childhood and watch her grow.

Well…never regretted it except once. When a final letter came—not from Zara but from an old comrade from the Purple Orcas, someone brave enough to tell him the truth.

He had been sitting in the garden watching Billie try to water the flowers with little gusts of rainclouds made by her magic, when Maris ran out with a letter clutched in her fist. The tears in her eyes made him assume the worst, but even then he was unprepared—could never have imagined something so cruel, so heartless from the squad he would have given his life to protect.

“It’s not your fault,” Maris insisted.

“Isn’t it?” Kaiser’s eyes burned as he stared at the letter, at the words too painful to read. “I put him on that squad. I knew what they’d think of him.”

“You couldn’t have known they’d kill him,” she interrupted, more forcefully than Kaiser would have liked. “And those men that did—they weren’t ours. They were new recruits, after our time. You would’ve never let them be Orcas.”

“Exactly.” His voice was cold, matter-of-fact. It didn’t feel like his. “I left—I left him there knowing what the Magic Knights were like—how little they thought of commoners. I thought he could earn their respect…but they killed him.” His voice hitched. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. “And it’s my fault. I was selfish—I wasn’t there to protect him.”

Maris let out a long shaky breath. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head. “Then it’s both our faults. We knew it was a risk but still, we let him onto our squad—made him the first commoner to ever become a Magic Knight. And then we just left him there like a lamb to the slaughter.”

Despite her biting delivery, the final words got garbled in the back of her throat. He knew she felt far more guilty than angry.

Abruptly, Kaiser turned away. The old injury in his shoulder ached, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t stand the sight of her in pain.

Instead, he looked up at the sky. The dark swirling rainclouds Billie had made suddenly felt appropriate.

Something panged in his chest at the thought of his Billie, his dear little girl. He looked over at his daughter—blissfully unaware, still laughing as she skipped around the garden. His eyes caught sight of her favorite doll, a handmade gift from a dear old friend who had tenderly crafted this toy for a little girl scared to death of losing her papa.

Something cold, wet, and unwanted trickled down his cheek as he thought of that poor young boy all alone out there in the world who had just lost his beloved papa forever.

He couldn’t stop the tears as he remembered Zara’s words clear, as the day he had said them: I can’t imagine a greater tragedy than a parent who doesn’t get to see their child grow up.

Thanks to Zara, Kaiser would get to see his child grow up—to change, age, maybe even become a Magic Knight herself, but thanks to him, Zara never would.

The first commoner to become a Magic Knight would never come home.

Kaiser clutched his chest and curled forward. His wife caught him in her arms, and they wept. How could this have possibly been worth the risk? And who were they to say that it was?

#kaiser granvorka #zara ideale #kaiser granvorka x his wife #kaiser granvorka x mrs. granvorka #black clover fanfiction #ngl i wrote this in 4 hours instead of sleeping #and i really hope it's okay 🙏🙈#also this might not be 100% canon compliant #i really tried to research but the timeline is a little nebulous #zora ideale #black clover oc: wilhelmina granvorka #thank you for reading #also many thanks oighear 💕

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lyranova · 7 months ago

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Nebra see’s Zora w/o his mask (fic)

600 Follower Event (fic)

Thunderstorm (fic)

Visiting Acier’s Grave (fic)

Zora Scaring Off Suitors (fic)

500 Follower Event (fic)

Taking All the Pillows (fic)

Autumn Event (fic)

Zora Finds Out Nebra’s Pregnant (fic)

Sleeping in (fic)

200 Follower Event (fic)

Ace and Josslyn (fic)

100 Follower Event (fic)

Who Cares? (Fic)

Zobra Hurt/Comfort (fic)

Zobra Headcanons 1

Zobra Headcanons 2

Zobra Headcanons 3

Silva Siblings Reaction to Zobra being pregnant (headcanon)

Zobra Bingo

Ship in Five Minutes

Zobra Lawyer AU Moodboard

#black clover #black clover fanfiction #black clover masterlist #zobra #zora x nebra #nebra x zora #zora ideale #nebra silva

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kaermorhenatnight · 7 months ago

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I recently reached 100 followers and I am so happy that so many people liked my little blog enough to follow 🥺Thank you so much 🥺 I don't know if anyone would be interested in this but if there's something you want me to write about (either a short fic, some headcanons or something like that) I am open to suggestions! I can write about Baldur's Gate, Dungeon Meshi, Critical Role campaign 3 (although at the moment I'm a few episodes behind because as much as I love it it's so emotionally draining for me because every time I think about those little guys I get a d4 of emotional damage), Black Clover, Shall we date? obey me game, I could maybe dust off my Witcher obsession (books and games). ONLY ABOUT ADULT CHARACTERS.

I have currently a few smut fics in progress, so you can bother me about them so I finally finish them

Zevlor x reader, BG3

Gortash x reader, BG3 (this one I'm not sure about because it quickly drifted away from canon Gortash, Tav!reader really thinks she can fix him and she might be right)

Zora x reader, Black Clover anime

Yami x Charlotte, Black Clover anime

Ashton Greymoore x reader, CR (I love this punk so much, fic is set in ep 55 and I started writing it when this episode came out so yeah, it's been some time...)

Mammon x reader, Obey me

Beel x reader, Obey me

Please someone poke me with a stick to do something about those wips xd

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vilandel · 11 days ago

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Bedroom Birthday

Summary For the first time since his mother died, Nozel Silva finally got a real happy birthday...

A/N And another oneshot I once wrote for Nozels birthday, this one from two years ago 💜 Nothing much, just the Silva siblings being a proper family, along with Vanessa, Zora and Asta 💘 (I'm sorry that there is no Rosette, but back in 2022, I was just starting creating her, so... But trust me, she would have given Nozel some great gift)

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Due to the snow that wouldn’t stop falling since the afternoon, the bells of cathedral sounded like from far, far away. But still, Nozel could hear very well how many times the bells were ringing.

Twelve times.

Midnight.

The beginning of a new day, even though it was still night. 30th of December.

His birthday.

Nozel sighed. It wasn’t usually a happy day for him. Especially not since the day he lost his mother. He never organized a party for his birthday since, making it just a work day like any other. Oh, he got the nicely fake and flattery congratulations cards from other nobles, not to mention those disgusting marriage proposals. Royals birthdays always seemed like a perfect occasions for noble families to court, trying to marry into one of the three royal houses.

Fuegoleon, Kirsch and his Vermillion aunt always tried to make some birthday party or dinner for him, but he always declined. Nozel remembered what his mother used to do and sadness always filled his soul then. He never really got over his grief and his overwhelming guilt made him believe that he didn’t deserved it.

He really needed to work on his guilt issues… among other things.

But even though there wasn’t any party for his birthday, it never stop his siblings to have presents for him on that day. Nebra, Solid and even Noelle never forgot to get him something for his birthday. Oh, he never asked them, they never gave them to him in person and it never had been something they did together, of course. Nozel still wondered why his siblings would do it in the first place.

But still, at the end of the day, there were always presents on his bed. Although, while Nebra and Noelle actually always seemed to put some thoughts in it, Solids gifts were always rather useless. But all of them were precious to Nozel and it hurt for years, because he considered for so long that he didn’t deserve that kind of kindness.

He never supposed that it would change one day.

But it did. Over the past year and a half, many things happened to change his cold heart, to make him reconsider, to openly accept kindness others were ready to give him.

And one of those reasons was in his arms in this very moment.

“Happy Birthday,” Vanessa whispered, kissing him softly at the corner of his lips.

Nozel didn’t reply. He just closed his eyes and allowed himself a soft smile, savouring her presence, her touch, her hold… all of her.

He never excepted to fall in love. Especially with a person out of his circles. Even more that they came together in not a kinda classical way.

But love was something that doesn’t come in a logic way and it’s not something anyone can decide according to a plan.

They bonded over occasional talks, that came deeper over time. Something grow between them, deeper feelings than just friendship… and now, here they were. Together, in love, already having faced difficulties and hardships, ready to face others that surely would come.

Their relationship was now public knowledge and many nobles of course refused to accept that a prince would rather choose a Black Bull witch over many of the eligible noble candidates.

“You did promise me that you won’t spend your birthday brooding, like the other years, don’t forget.”

“It’s not like you gave me a choice.”

Vanessa laughed, her voice filling his bedroom with a joy he haven’t known for years.

She had been quite shocked to learn how he used to spent his birthdays. Almost offended even, Vanessa always said that birthdays were one of the most important dates and she refused to let him continue to be sad to every 30th of December. Not on her watch, she had said.

Since dating Vanessa, Nozel knew it was pretty useless to say no to a witch. And he loved her too much to continue to feel he didn’t deserved it. Vanessa helped him to finally start to forgive himself. Nozel was still cautious with that and it was still a work in progress, but Vanessa was always there to help him.

He had no idea what she prepared for his birthday. He hoped that it was at least not something crazy, knowing Vanessa. But Nozel knew one thing. This birthday wouldn’t be sad and filled with guilt. To be honest, deep down, Nozel was also done spending his birthdays like he used too. In the end, it was draining and not only made him unhappy, but also people he cared about. He needed time to admit it, but he had enough.

“It feels really nice to be first one wishing you a happy birthday, honey,” Vanessa giggled, cuddling against him. Nozel sighed, holding her closer to him, diving his face into the soft curls of her hair.

How strange it was, giving his siblings a hug still felt awkward, not wrong, but awkward and still trying. But with Vanessa it just felt so natural, it fascinated him.

“Thank you.”

“What for, honey?”

“For… being there. Not just today, but… in general. I mean… for helping me, for giving me hope. I don’t know if I can put everything in words.”

“You don’t need to. And thank you as well, because you do the exact thing to me. We carry each other, after all.”

Nozel wondered sometimes how he, of all people, carried the most joyful and loving woman he knew. He knew about her tragic past and he did his best to help her cope with it. If he did fine, that was another question.

“You should try to get some sleep, for now,” Vanessa said in a smile, lying down on the mattress, pulling him with her.

“Did you organized something crazy for the day?”

“Oh no, don’t worry. Although… for you Silvas, it doesn’t need much for something to be considered crazy.”

Nozel scoffed. It was a simplistic way to put it, but she wasn’t wrong.

Still, he closed his eyes and hold his beloved tightly against him. He felt her warm breath against his skin.

Vanessa was by far one of the greatest gifts he ever got in his life.

He felt her shifting a bit in his arms, only to hear her whisper in his ear., “You are loved, Nozel. Never forget that.”

When she was saying it, it was so easy to believe.

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“Alright, little Eagle, time to wake up.”

Nozel still kept his eyes shut, mostly to tease her. He didn’t often had the occasion to tease Vanessa and sometimes it was just a too perfect opportunity to miss.

Not to mention that it always made Vanessa laugh.

She indeed she giggled, before actually climbing on him to shake him even more.

“Come on, birthday child, let’s not making them wait-“

Vanessa squealed as Nozel suddenly pulled her down to him, kissing her passionately. He was so used by now to first kiss her when he woke up.

“Good morning,” he said after they parted, finally opening his eyes.

“My, you just can’t wake up properly without a kiss. That’s almost naughty, honey.”

She lied on him, giggling, before she stood up. For some reason, she turned around, almost dancing. Her nightgown float and turned around her with every step, looking almost like a giant white rose. It suited her.

Vanessa usually never wore and even own any nightgowns, preferring to sleep either naked or in her underwear. Which pretty much startled Nozel at the beginning of their relationship.

But that nightgown here, she loved it and that meant so much for Nozel. Because this nightgown once belonged to his mother. It was one of the few things from his mother he kept, unable to throw it away. There was an entire box of his mother’s belongings in his closet and he only recently started to use some of those.

His mother loved that nightgown, even though it had been a bit too big for her. And that she stumbled more than usual when she was wearing it, due to the layers. But it was Aciers favourite nightgown and like every memory he had of his mother, he cherished those bonded to this piece of clothing.

Nebra and Noelle never wanted it, it wasn’t their type of nightgown. But after years in the box, Nozel decided that he couldn’t just let it in there. He wanted that this nightgown was used again, binding new memories with the old ones. And so, Nozel decided one day to give it to Vanessa as a gift.

Despite how hard it was to let go of something that belonged to his mother, he never regretted that decision. Vanessa loved that nightgown, it even fit her perfectly and she took special care of it. He told her that it came from his mother and it meant so much to Vanessa that he gifted her something like this.

“Honey, you look dreamy again. Am I really so breathetaking wearing an old nightgown?”

“I’m sorry. It just looks… indeed breathetaking on you.”

“Thank you, handsome. Well, I don’t mind if you’ll look at me like that for the day, but other people are waiting outside, for your special day.”

She laughed again and went to open the door.

“Vanessa, I REALLY hope you weren’t joking when you said it was okay to come in MY brothers bedroom on his birthday in pyjamas!”

“Sweetie, what you’re wearing is a nightgown, not a pyjama.”

“Details, I’m still wearing sleep clothes. Ah, Nozel, why are shirtless? Don’t answer, please!”

Nozel had no idea if he should be surprised or not. Well, it was a sight he never saw before; his siblings and his sisters boyfriends in his bedroom, only wearing their sleep clothes.

Noelle and Nebra were in elegant nightgowns with simple spaghetti straps, although it irritated Nozel that Nebra’s nightgown was maybe a bit too short. Noelle’s had the perfect length, stopping right at her ankles. As for Solid, Nozel still debated with himself if he should tell his brother or not how ridiculous he looked in those chequered flannel pyjamas. Well, at least Solid was wearing pyjamas, Asta and Zora just had some shorts and big shirts. Were those the kind of clothes peasants usually slept with?

Well, he wouldn’t criticize. First off, Nozel usually slept with only his pyjama pants on, preferring his bare chest for the top. And second, he already made so many efforts to accept and even appreciate the men Noelle and Nebra chose to grow old with. He would never throw those efforts away.

Nozel looked at Vanessa, who was giggling, apparently happy with this surprise. Of course this was her idea. Neither his siblings nor Asta and Zora would have come up with something like that. And he couldn’t help but love her more for this idea.

“It wasn’t our idea to appear like this in your bedroom, brother,” Nebra said, trying to hide her blush while she put something on his desk. “It was Vanessa’s, of course and she wouldn’t let us in peace until we accept it. And sorry that the peasants show up like… that. Noelle and I tried to clothe them in some acceptable pyjamas, but they just refused to listen to reason.”

“Don’t complain, your Highness,” Zora immediately fought back, of course. “At least, what we’re wearing is better than the clown outfit your lil’ bro is wearing right now.”

“It’s a pyjama, made on the finest flannel in the kingdom,” Solid replied weakly, while looking down unsure at the blue and cream chequered fabric.

“Still a clown outfit. And the other bro doesn’t even have a pyjama top.”

“I prefer to sleep like that,” Nozel just said. He wasn’t even upset at the remark.

Not to mention that Vanessa loved that he slept shirtless.

“Really? That is cool, sir! If I knew, I would have come bare chested too!”

“Don’t be so loud, Asta. And don’t you dare taking your shirt off! One is enough, I can’t handle more! Um, no offense, Nozel.”

“None taken, Noelle.”

Nozel smiled. Honestly, it was already such a great gift that he had finally a proper sibling relationship with Noelle. With Nebra and Solid as well. Not to mention that his siblings were also on much more better terms with each other. There were still some awkward moments, especially with Solid, but less sad than just ridiculous. Nozel could live with that.

Should he also consider as a gift that he was getting along quite well with Asta and Zora? And that those two and Vanessa were now on good terms with each of his siblings? He probably should and he was.

“Thank you,” he whispered, holding Vanessa closer to him by the waist.

“You’re welcome, birthday boy,” she replied, putting a peck on his cheek.

“Ugh, gross.”

“Shut up, Solid!”

Nozel couldn’t help but chuckle. Even though Noelle still get flustered and Nebra rolled her eyes when they saw Vanessa kissing him in front of people, even if it was just once in a while, they would always get a Solid when he dared to say gross to the very same thing. Or when Asta and Zora happened to be affectionate in public, which was strangely rarer than for Nozel and Vanessa.

“With what should we start? Cake or presents?” Asta asked and it was only then Nozel saw the… package in his hands. He didn’t know how this was supposed to be a birthday present, it looked like nothing he knew, was wrapped in some brown paper and the rest of old newspaper and the ribbon was… a bit of rope?

But Asta looked so proud of his package and knowing him, Nozel was certain that he didn’t had any ill-mannered intentions. Not Asta.

“We wish him a happy birthday, of course, idiot!” Noelle scolded her boyfriend, before looking like she just realized something. Nebra and Solid as well.

“Happy birthday, big brother!”

All three spoke at the same time, before eyeing each other vaguely irritated. Nozel just looked at his siblings, touched and surprised at the same time. Vanessa giggled, Zora snickered and Asta just looked at the three younger Silva siblings back and forth, trying to understand something.

“I obviously said it first,” all three said, again at the same time. Vanessa now took a pillow to muffle her laugh.

“It’s difficult to say, your royal highnesses,” Zora snickered, clearly enjoying the situation. “It took me so much concentration to recognize each voice that I couldn’t tell which one was the first to be heard.”

“That’s mean, Zor,” Vanessa said, only to muffle her laugh again in the pillow.

“It’s fine. I… like that you said it altogether.”

What was wrong with him today? Or rather, what was the matter with him today? Whatever it was, it just didn’t feel wrong to Nozel.

Noelle, Nebra and Solid just looked at him, clearly flustered. Nozel hoped that he hadn’t embarrass them too much.

Asta looked like he was more than happy with what just happened, Zora snickered but somehow softer and Vanessa just gave Nozel her gorgeous smile. Seeing her smiling, Nozel swore that time just stopped for a moment.

“Okay, you know what, let’s start with the presents, because some people in this room are just too impatient to finally give them to Nozel already,” Nebra finally said, flicking her hand. A clear indicator how flustered she was.

“You more than anyone, my royal, glorious and annoying girlfriend, you just couldn’t stop talking about it for weeks” Zora snickered, before turning towards Nozel. “Captain Braids, you better gonna love what your sis got you, because who’s going to endure the complaints if you don’t? Dear old me.”

“Don’t go all dramatic, Zor. Nozel loved his birthday presents every year, there is no reason he won’t love it today.”

“He did?” Noelle asked, looking all excited, relieved and grateful.

“Geez, Nozel, you’re really serious with her,” Nebra said, trying to make it sound like a complain, but it sounded more like gentle teasing. “You showed her our flower garden, you gifted her mother’s favourite nightgown and she’s wearing it right now, she already knows that you loved the past birthday presents and she organized this crazy bedroom birthday party. Seriously, when are you going to propose?”

“We’re not there yet,” Nozel replied, deeply flustered and he could see that Vanessa was also blushing.

“Yeah, let’s take time with that matter,” Noelle said, also blushing, before actually gave Nozel her present. “For you, big brother. I hope you like it.”

Nozel just nodded, unable to put his thanks into words. It was so foreign to open his presents in front of his siblings. But it shouldn’t be. This was something he finally came to understand and today, he’d rather get over his stupid embarrassment than going back on that lonely road.

He still opened the present slowly. Still because he was flustered or rather because the savouring the joy a bit longer? Nozel honestly couldn’t tell.

Noelles present was a volume of one of their favourite poets. Poetry was one of the first topics he could discuss freely with his sisters without feeling awkward, so the gift was especially meaningful to him. And looking at the volume, it seemed that it contained all of his favourite poems of this specific poet.

“I… thank you, Noelle,” Nozel just said, putting the volume softly on his bed, like it was one of the most precious treasures. Well, it was for him.

“You’re welcome, Nozel,” Noelle replied, shyly but visibly happy.

“Please, open my next!” Asta screamed excitedly, putting his package into Nozels hands.

It took some time to pull the rope away and to get rid of the thick paper, but Vanessas and Zoras help, Nozel managed finally to open it.

Astas gift was… quite something. Some kind of ugly, purple bird figurine, although it wasn’t clear if it was an eagle or a vulture. When you pushed on the head, the figurine spread the wings(?) let go a strange bird-like noise, that only stopped when you pushed the beak.

“It’s so cool, right? I tried to find it in silver, but there wasn’t any and thought purple would be fine too. And it can move the wings too, maybe we can make it fly with some mana!” Asta exclaimed. He seemed so genuinely happy about his present that Nozel couldn’t help but find it touching. Although he wouldn’t say that out loud. Yet.

“That’s not how it works, dumbass.”

“Zora’s right, so let’s not risk to destroy one of my brother’s birthday gift today already,” Nebra said while rolling her eyes, before handing to Nozel her own present. “There you go and you better be happy about it, since I give it to you in person for the first time.”

She was clearly flustered. Nozel just smiled as he opened her gift, which was far easier to achieve than with Astas package.

He was quite surprised and even happy when he hold a volume with the complete novels of Janet Ausen, one of their mothers favourite authors.

Solid took a glance and of course, immediately made a face. “Aren’t those romance novels?”

Zora immediately snickered again, “Uh, nice leverage. Who would have thought captain braids has a thing for romance stories?”

“Good romance novels, if you please,” Nebra protested. “Janet Ausen was an amazing writer and just so you know, she was our mother’s favourite author.”

“Okay, I take it back. My bad, little Miss Royal.”

“Well, my darling peasant, how about you stop being so smug and reveal your present now?”

Which was an eagle plushie. A big one even.

Nozel suspected that Zora meant it like a joke, given the way Vanessa, Noelle and especially Nebra glared at him. But Nozel wasn’t offended. He didn’t wanted to, anyway, it would be draining and the joy of having his siblings, his girlfriend and even his two future brothers-in-law with him today was too big.

Besides, that eagle plushie reminded him somehow of the one his mother gifted him one day, when he was still a little boy…

Solids gift was, of course, something completely random and useless, like every year. This time, it was some kind of rubber duck with a crown, with a spoon added at the end.

Nozel took his best efforts to not laugh. But honestly, he had no idea what was even exactly funnier. The fact that it was such a ridiculous gift or the fact that he wasn’t only used to Solids questionable present attempts, but was also really touched by it.

Vanessa took a pillow again to hide her laugh, while Zora of course didn’t hold back his own. Nebra and Noelle just took a look at the rubber duck before apparently starting to scold Solid and making him a lesson how to choose a proper birthday gift. Asta was the only one present who actually seemed to like that silly duck.

But Nozel didn’t focused much on that ridiculous birthday gift anyway. He didn’t show it, but he had been waiting to open Vanessas gift since he woke up. Which wasn’t since too long ago, granted. But it was the first birthday gift Vanessa had for him and that fact alone really made it special.

“Wait… it’s that a blanket?”

“A huge blanket.”

“But why? Nozel already has so many blankets, he doesn’t need another one.”

“Shut up, Solid, that is not a nice thing to say!”

Noelles, Astas, Solids and Nebras voices were just mixed up in a chaotic discussion, while Zora laughed smugly over their antics.

Nozel just shake his head. Weren’t all of them supposed to be grown adults? And today, he somehow didn’t mind it. Maybe such silly, light moments were was the Silvas lacked and needed. He was sure his mother would have loved it…

“It’s a cuddly blanket,” Vanessa giggled, interrupting the discussion.

“A cuddly blanket?”

“Yep, and it’s so big because I made it for two persons. Just look.”

Vanessa took the silver and burgundy fabric from Nozels hands and draped it around the two of them. It was really fluffy and warm, but Nozel couldn’t tell if it was the blanket itself or more Vanessa, who made him blush and his heart race so easily.

“Thank you, Vanessa. I… I really love it.”

“Well, you’re welcome, honey.”

Without letting go of the blanket, Vanessa turned in Nozels arms and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Ugh, gross.”

“Shut up, Solid!”

“Oh my, the prince and the witch are getting naughty.”

“What do you mean, Zora? They’re just loving with each other.”

Vanessa broke the slowly, so that Nozel could still savour the lingering of her lips on his.

“So, until now, do you like it, handsome?” she whispered, so that he was the only one to hear her.

“Yes.”

Vanessa smiled, before turning around and clap her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, people, he opened all the presents and now it’s time for cake.”

Nozel smiled. He just felt so happy, like he never did for years on his birthday. Honestly, he would love to have something blissful like that again next year. All seven of them together, so casually and genuinely happy.

They started eating the cake and ended up spending the whole day in his room.

#Black Clover #Black Clover Fanfiction #My Writing ☘️♣️#Nozel Silva #Vanessa Enoteca #Noelle Silva #Asta Black Clover #Nebra Silva #Zora Ideale #Solid Silva #Silva Siblings #Happy Birthday Nozel #Solid is not good at giving gifts...#Nozessa #Astelle #Zobra #Nozel x Vanessa #Asta x Noelle #Zora x Nebra

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theautisticfroglord · 1 year ago

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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.

#black clover #anime #cute #julius novachrono #zara Ideale #julius x Zara #black clover fanfiction #gay fanfiction #my writing #angst to fluff #gif warning #edit #manga #zora Ideale

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bowandcurtsey · 1 year ago

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when y/n's ex appears Pt 1.

BC boys: Yuno | Zora | Luck [Part 1]

JJK: Sukuna | Gojo [Part 2]

Haikyuu: Kuroo | Nishinoya | Sakusa [Part 3]

x f! reader

This is gonna be a 3 part series because there's a lot of characters and the tags are gonna be so long so I just decided to put them into 3 parts in the end. Enjoy!!

Yuno Grinberryall

{So your ex shows up at the golden dawn base to ask you for help with his parents. And although reluctantly, you agreed to help a little because his parents treated you so well when you both were together.}

Yuno is extremely quiet all of a sudden. Eerily quiet. Plotting-someone's-death kinda quiet.

It was obvious the scumbag could settle his family shit on his own but he's just pulling on loose strings trying to get you back.

How could he ever hold a candle to Yuno? Yuno was a humble man but even he himself knew it; your ex could never compare to him.

But there was an eenie weeny part of him that asked: what if?

What if as you spent time together again and with his parents, you miss the old times? Or you realised he's not that bad after all? or worst, fall in love with him again?

When you came home, he'd still didn't talk much. he didn't know what to say either. He didn't want to ask how was your day because he doesn't want to know how you spent it with him.

He didn't want to ask why do you even do all these because he doesn't want to make you feel bad. he knew you did it because you were kind and you don't forget people that were once kind to you.

He loved you for you, so instead, he chose to keep quiet and pull you closer whenever you came home, hugging you close to his chest, nuzzling into your hair, to remind him that you're his. All his.

At some point you know you're hurting his feelings by being close with your ex again, so you reassure him again and again, that once the matter is resolved, you'll cut all contact with your ex.

Just add some cheesy, mushy compliment and Prince Yuno will be all blushing and feeling good again.

Zora Ideale

{Your ex came to the black bulls base, running away from some perpetrators, begging for protection and a place to hide at for awhile. He said he's do anything and he could do cleaning and odd jobs for free. Of course your captain Yami wasn't gonna give up on a free errand boy. Besides, it was only temporary.}

This man was salty af. He would side eye him, stare him down, prank him ALL THE TIME.

Your ex would get a stink bug multiple times a day at random places. Like his pockets, his shoes, his hair even.

Zora was extra snappy with your ex. He would nitpick even on the smallest things.

"It's "you are". not "your". dimwit."

Or he was extremely mean to him.

"You missed a spot here. can't even clean properly."

If you ever told Zora to "be nice" or anything along the line, he'd get upset. He'll give you the look and he'll roll his eyes a little.

Man simply does not care about your ex's feelings or whatsoever. In his eyes, your ex was a low-life for ever hurting you before and he hated the fact that he's now trying to squeeze his way into your life again.

Cue the extreme display for public affections. *Jeng Jeng Jeng*

He'll put his hands around your waist, on your ass, on your shoulders, in your hair, on your thighs. More often than normal.

If you thought that Zora has never cared before this, you're wrong. Now he's even more shameless. He could pull you in for a kiss just in front of your ex's face if he thinks that he's checking you out. (he barely took a glance). And he's always lying on your lap if you're sitting in the shared living room.

Zora never used to care about what you wore in the past. But now, you're not allowed to wear shorts or skirts above the knee. You're also not allowed to wear sleeveless clothes.

If you argue, he'd say: "well, you're the one that wanted to let that leacher in, so dress up unless I'll kick him out and you can be naked for all I care."

Behind closed doors, he's become more of the big spoon. Usually he's also happy being caressed in your arms, but during the period that your ex was here, he always held you firmly in his arms as he slept.

Luck Voltia

{well, you bumped into him when the bulls were on a mission. It had been awhile since you guys talked, so your ex was really keen in catching up. He comes to look for you at every chance he got - during patrol duties, during events, during your off days. Somehow he's appear.}

Luck was initially friendly to him. Asking him if he wanted to spar. Even when he introduced himself as your ex, Luck simple introduced himself as your boyfriend, proudly. He did not even batter an eyelid when your ex said that you used to date.

Your ex tried to spar with Luck but of course Luck would beat him hands down. Your ex tried multiple of times for the first few times they met. But he ended up just embarrassing himself, and Luck would always laugh.

Of course your ex being the stingy and petty person he was, he took it to heart and tried to complain about Luck to the Magic Parliament about a Magic Knight injuring a civilian.

Well, he obviously did not win because he then angered Captain Yami because Yami had to waste his time on a minor issue.

Luck finally understood what your ex was getting at and he then showed no mercy to your ex.

"so... you complaint that I injured you on purpose? Maybe let me show you what is on purpose..." he had a smile on his face when he said it, and it was hella scary.

Luck was on his tail for a good month, teasing him, pranking on him, chasing after him EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Luck was so fast, you didn't even know what happened but in the blink of an eye, your ex was sprawled on the floor. If your ex was headed somewhere, you bet Luck would bring him all the way back to the start point just as he was about to reach his destination.

Whatever your ex touched, was leave a static shock and Luck would just laugh. Your ex could never even find any evidence of Luck playing him or even touching him.

It went on until your ex had to kneel in front of Luck, begging him to stop, "I will never appear in front of you or y/n again, so please leave me off the hook!"

That night, Luck asked you if you would be sad to never see your ex again. "I'm sorry if I went too far this time round..."

But of course you reassured him that you have not seen your ex in ages and of course you would never mind not ever seeing him again.

And Luck was back to his jovial self.

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