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types of touches (black clover)
a/n: this is my first time writing for them & idk if anyone will read this so we will see how it goes!!
warnings: jealousy (nacht), other than that, none!
featuring: finral & nacht <3
nacht faust: possessive hand holding
“are you ready?” nacht asked, glancing over at you. the two of you had been dating for quite some time, but decided it was time for you to announce it to the rest of the black bulls. you nodded, giving him a smile, which he returned before opening the door and guiding you in.
you were immediately greeted by asta’s yelling and vanessa calling for you to come have a drink. you smiled again, but politely declined, only to have finral approach you and start flirting.
“hey y/n,” he started. “how about we get out of here and escape the chaos, hm? what do you say?”
nacht grabbed your hand, possessively linking your fingers together as he stepped forward. “we’re together, actually.” he muttered. “back off.”
finral’s jaw dropped before he began yelling to the rest of the group what nacht had just told him while you squeezed nacht’s hand and giggled.
“some people have no shame.” nacht mumbled.
“were you jealous, my love?” you laughed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“no. just don’t want anyone to steal you away.” he grumbled, giving your hand another squeeze.
“hmmm i think that’s called jealousy, baby.”
finral: hugging and gently holding the other’s head + hugging from behind
you watched as finral was getting ready to leave on a mission, grabbing his favorite picture of the two of you before checking that he had everything. his back was facing you and he was mumbling softly to himself, but you couldn’t help but worry for his safety and the rest of the black bulls.
you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your face between his shoulder blades.
“hey, you.” he chuckled. “what’re you doing?”
“wanted a hug.” you mumbled against his back. “‘m worried about you.”
“aw sweetheart,” he cooed, turning around and wrapping his arms around you so you were pressed against his chest and placing one of his hands on the back of your head. “don’t be too worried, hm? i’ll be back before you know it.”
his thumb rubbed soothing circles onto your head, making you feel a little better.
“promise me you’ll come back safe.” you said, voice still muffled by his shirt.
“i promise, sweetheart.”
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How the Black Bulls react to a Love Letter - Part 2
This is Part 2 of headcanons with the Black Bulls, Part 1 here
Finral Roulacase
He's over the moon that someone even cares enough to be an admirer.
Immediately goes out of his way to send gifts to the sender and plan out a date.
Vanessa Enoteca
Probably think it's a prank and ignore it for weeks.
After awhile though and after she sobers up she'll return the gesture by taking the sender on a night out.
She might even reward them with a kiss on a cheek, because she ain't no floozy, not that kind anyway
Nacht Faust
Determines whether or not you're a good person or not.
If you aren't, he roasts the shit outta you and refuses to speak to you.
If you are, however, he'll definitely send you thank you gifts and might consider taking you out.
Gonna have to be patient though, since he ain't the biggest fan of himself.
Charmy Pappitson
Thinks the sender wants to take her on a lunch date at first.
After the meal and explanation, she gets all flustered and scurries away on her fluff cloud.
Responds to you a week later and starts sending you some home cooked treats.
Secré Swallowtail
Ignores it for a while since she isn't quite over Lumiere or used to things yet.
Sends the sender a response letter saying she's open to the idea of meeting up.
After hanging out for awhile, she slowly starts to show her true feelings to the sender.
Sender will have to show her things outside of a library for fun though
#black clover#headcanon#drabble#finral roulacase#vanessa enoteca#nacht faust#charmy pappitson#secre swallowtail#nero black clover#black clover finral
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BC boys when y/n is drunk
Well.. In case you guys didn't know, it's gonna be Yami's birthday in a few days time! hehe last year I did a Mafia AU on his birthday but this year has been so hectic so I'll do all sorts of Yami fics.. Drabbles, one shots, headcanons.. At the same time I'll be clearing my drafts of whack ideas hehe! I'll indulge in this man before Tabata finally writes him off with another beautiful lady..
I might do a part 2 of when the boys are drunk hehe.
Characters: Yami, Nozel, Nacht x f! reader
TW: alchohol, drunk, slight NSFW, just mentions of sex, unchecked works
Yami Sukehiro
If you're out with your friends and you or your friends gets him to pick you, This man grumbles a whole lot, but still comes to pick you up ALL THE TIME. Cues poor Finral having to figure out where you're at because his captain is tired and grumpy.
Sometimes he reaches and you're still not done, he's pick up your mug, and down it in one go. He'll then pick you up bridal style and tell your friends thank you and leave.
Some days he'll join your friends for a few rounds while you sleep on his shoulder before he carries you back home. If your friends are playing card games? You both wake up at your friend's place in the morning the next day. Because this man has no self control when it comes to gambling + alcohol at the same time.
Well on the days where you both make it back home, he'll clean you up. You're pretty surprised he doesn't try anything funny while you're drunk, but he'll always joke and tell you that he wants to.
He'll also hold your hair for you if you need to puke. Having his huge and warm palm stroke your back? Best shit ever.
Has no idea how to remove your make up so he pours a huge amount of your remover on a handkerchief and just wipes your face like it's a window.
Throws on an old tshirt of his over you and cuddles you back to sleep.
Bonus for the birthday boy:
If you're both drinking together, he's probably the one that's drunk. Because this man will down all liquor for you. Because "a true man never lets his girl get drunk."
Always down for drunk sex. As far as he's not knocked out, he'll be happy to go a few rounds so long as you want to.
Nozel Silva
Sighs and doesn't say a word. He then comes over on his mercury eagle to pick you up.
He's face looks like someone just murdered his pet and he comes over to you and go, "let's go." in the softest tone ever. He's just a softie for you.
If you don't want to go home yet, he'll just wait patiently for you as you drink your fill but He'll stare at anyone that continues to pressure you to drink if he's there. He wants to help you to drink but he knows he can't hold his liquor THAT well so..
He just holds you quietly when you rest on him till you get home. If you're really drunk, he'll gently chide you a little. "How did you get so drunk?" or "don't drink that much next time."
say a few sweet words to him and he's wrapped around your finger again.
When you get home the servants already prepared a warm bath for you. Someone washes and dries your hair for you as well. He sits and read while you get ready and then dismisses the servants.
He cuddles you and presses kisses to your temples and foreheads, telling you that he missed you while you were gone.
If you were together while you got drunk, he holds you close to him all the time and tries to stop you from drinking further. He'll find any excuse to leave the place ASAP.
Nacht Faust
Is silent and hangs the line when you / your friends tell him you're drunk and to come get you. But he appears in a flash. He's low key worried whenever you're drunk because he doesn't like anyone to be close to you or to touch you or any other men ogling at you.
Without a word he carries you in his arms and disappears into the shadows. Nobody stops him because he and his devils show them the look of death.
He looks at you with soft eyes when you're both alone and he all gentle with you.
Surprisingly he knows your facial routine and he does it pretty well (except he might get some steps jumbled up) before tucking you into bed in your pjs.
If you puke, he also washes and dries your hair for you with the help of his devils of course. He blackmails them to hold your hair and fetch a towel and stuff.
When you say all those sweet and lovey-dovey stuff to him while you're drunk, he turns all red but he low key loves it.
Pulls you close to sleep and the next day he'll chide you a little, telling you not to get that drunk again or he'll kick whoever's ass that makes you drunk.
If you're both drinking together, he'll never let you get drunk. periodT. the drinks are either drank by him or it disappears into the shadows.
#yami sukehiro x reader#yami sukehiro headcanons#yami x reader#captain yami#nozel silva x reader#nozel imagine#nozel x reader#nacht faust imagine#nacht faust x reader#nacht x reader#black clover headcanons#black clover imagine#black clover scenarios#black clover x reader#black clover fanfiction#black clover imagines
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Character: none, i left this blank so you could insert your comfort character :) I used male pronouns for the character but none were used for the reader
Warnings: the shirt is said to be oversized but a size is not mentioned/ boys being able to wear a shirt too big for reader, size of reader is not mentioned (I try to keep my fics as reader friendly as possible!!)
the song is just somethin for you to listen to if you so please😌 kindly accept it as an apology for not being able to come up with a title for this drabble thingy🥹
I had a random thought of Washio wearing my oversized JJK comfort shirt and wrote this AHHAHAHHA
You could feel your cheeks hurting with how wide you were smiling. You feel your heart start to pound and your knees get weak the longer you stare at the sight in front of you.
Standing in your kitchen, hair messy and expression that of a man who just slept one of the best sleeps he’s ever had in his life, was your husband.
Your husband who was holding the coffee mug your sister had gotten him for his birthday, wearing the flannel pajama pants your grandmother got him for Christmas (and by some miracle fit him).
But by far your favorite part of his wardrobe this Saturday morning was the oversized anime t-shirt you had bought when you were a teenager.
The shirt you bought when you were just learning to express yourself.
The shirt you wore longer than socially acceptable and longed for when it was in the wash.
The shirt you sought for whenever you had bad days, as if it possessed some magical ability to make all your problems just a little bit better.
The shirt you had gushed to him about when unpacking your shared belongings into your first home (like he hadn’t seen you in it a bajillion times).
And now that shirt, by far your favorite and of great sentimental value, was being worn by the man you had chosen to spend the rest of your life with.
The man who pulled you from dark places and held onto you through rough patches, who anchored you to this world even when the going got so tough you started to wonder if you could handle it.
And there he was, yawning as he sipped his morning coffee and basked in the sunlight in your decade old, worn out anime shirt. “Good morning,” His raspy greeting was met with a chuckle as you made your way across the cold floors and into his waiting embrace.
You snaked your arms around his torso and softly dug your face into his neck. Your hands grasped onto the soft, well-known and comforting material as your lips placed gentle kisses on his neck.
You heard the clink of the ceramic mug as he set it down on the counter, and felt the warmth of his hands as they locked around your shoulders. His own kisses placed on the side of your head as the two of you soaked in the sunlight shining through the windows and the love radiating off of one another.
You whispered his name, he hummed for you to continue, you smiled against his neck and moved to hold him just a little tighter as you tried not to get too emotional.
Your favorite person and your favorite shirt, who would’ve thought the shirt you dreamed in, hoped in, hurt in would ever be worn by the person who wiped your tears and held your hand through all of life's greatest and hardest moments.
Another shaky inhale before you softly laughed against his neck, “I like your shirt.”
WASHIO, Kawanishi, Ennoshita, KUROO, Hawks, Todoroki, Fuegoleon, JULIUS, Nacht, Kakashi, Ibiki, ITACHI, Aki, TOMIOKA, Rengoku, Geto, MEGUMI
#washio x reader#kawanishi x reader#ennoshita x reader#kuroo x reader#hawks x reader#todoroki x reader#fuegoleon x reader#julius x reader#nacht x reader#kakashi x reader#ibiki morino x reader#itachi x reader#aki hayakawa x reader#tomioka x reader#rengoku x reader#geto x reader#megumi x reader#wow that's a lot of characters :')#i dont even care if this is a lil weird cause this mental image tugged right at my heartstrings and idk who needed this but here <3#haikyuu x reader#bnha x reader#black clover x reader#naruto x reader#demon slayer x reader#jjk x reader#as a matter of fact yes i am currently wearing said shirt LOL it's very oversized and well worn but its so comforting 🥹#Spotify
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hi laura!! how are you doing! i see your requests are open and if you’re feeling up to it,
how do you think our boys would react to the reader being too scared to talk about their period/lady problems?
this could be headcanons, ficlette, drabble, whatever you’d like, and you can decide which characters you’d like to do this with, i just think it’s an interesting idea!
i love your writing so much! and seriously no pressure on this at all, if you don’t feel inspired to write it then that’s totally okay! much love and have a wonderful rest of your day <33
Hellooo~! ^-^
I'm pretty good. Just started my new job on Monday, and orientation has made my head swell with so much to internalize. But it'll be alright ^^'
Awww period pain and comfort with our BC men~
DSADVGASDAS Thank youuu! T^T <3 And no worries, I'm not taking pressure ^^ Sending much love right back!
Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nacht x f!reader, Yami x f!reader
Genre: general/fluff
Fanfic type: Headcanons
Total length: ~1k
Fuegoleon Vermillion
To him, your periods are just another natural occurrence. They’re nothing to be ashamed of, which is why he is happy to learn how it feels for you to be on your period. And that causes him to ask some questions in the beginning of the relationship. But he does try to be mindful of what you’re comfortable with sharing.
And of course, some of that information to learn, is nonverbal. He sees you place your hand onto your stomach during a particularly bad cramp. He sees you holding your head lower. And he sees how you’re trying your best to not portray more annoyance outwards than any situation might call for.
At first he’d consider asking the maids to draw a bath for you, because that relaxes him, but he does forgo the idea, since in his mind that would mean you bathing in the same water as your periods. And that won’t do. Not at all.
So, instead he suggests a long shower, heat pads if he needs to see to his duties, or instructs Salamander to shrink into a cat sized version of himself, and curl onto your stomach much like a cat. This option would also supply you with someone to keep you company, which quickly becomes a go-to suggestion on his part.
There would be a good supply of blankets, snacks and drinks during this time. After all, you deserve it, especially because you work so hard yourself.
So, he looks at you with such tenderness and adoration, partly because you are so strong for enduring this, but also because you are able to carry through it time and time again. In many ways, your stead is more difficult than his.
Nacht Faust
He doesn’t want to pry, and relies on the information that he has been supplied thus far in the beginning of the relationship. Even if that information would, in a nutshell, that periods are painful. And it’s unsettling to him, because he detests the idea of you being in pain, even if he knows that it is just a part of having periods.
He would make sure that you’d have something good to eat, or nibble on, just in case. And because staying hydrated is important, he’d make sure that there is something for you to drink available as well.
But he does think that it is only a small gesture. However, still talking about it doesn’t come naturally from him, because he wasn’t the type to talk about things such as these; personal things.
Which is why he makes sure that you know, that you can always come to him about anything. He’d be there for you, no matter what.
He also instructs at least one of the devils to stay by your side, just in case. Being in pain, and loosing blood, puts you in danger in his mind, so it’s just an extra precaution, because he couldn’t bear losing you.
In the evenings, and whenever you need to lie down, he’d make sure that there is a hot water bottle for you to put onto your stomach. And afterwards, he lays himself close to you, as close as he dares. Perhaps hoping in some far corner of his soul that he could bear some of your pain as his own.
He just wants your pain to leave you as soon as possible.
And it is at those times when he regrets not being better with words of comfort. Because he wishes that he could at least help you through that way, if he can’t take the physical pain away.
But. Instead, he is left with trying to make your life as comfortable as possible during the day, and holding you close at night; drawing circles onto your skin with the tips of his fingers, as if he was afraid that you’d break. Just so that you’d know that he is there for you.
Yami Sukehiro
He doesn’t know much about ‘that time of the month’, other than it hurts, and that pain, among other things, makes your temper short. Or if not downright short, then you were irritated. But. Your ki matched that of someone who was in pain.
So, he’d go easy on you, not sending you on any missions during those couple of days when your periods are the worst. As long as its possible. An if there’s something that, for any reason, would require your presence, he’d give you a “don’t strain yourself,” right before you head out.
It would be faint, and spoken in passing, but he’d place his hand onto your shoulder and look you in the eye as he says so. Because he does want you to become stronger, but there is also reason in recognizing your limits at a given moment. It’s important to ask for help, when you need it. Meaning that if the pain is too much, if your blood pressure drops and you get light headed, then perhaps you need to take a step back. Your squad mates having to carry you off the battlefield, after you have fainted from low blood pressure, or alike, is counterproductive. That is if you need to leave in the first place, but the same applies to looking after the Bulls right there, at the base.
But he also knows that you’re a strong woman, and he trusts you to set those limits for yourself. You need to know your limits, in order to go beyond them, after all. Which is why he encourages you to take it easy, but he’s not going to be standing in your way. Instead, of he’s present, he’ll be standing behind you, ready to catch you if something happens.
He asks you about how you’re feeling, but doesn’t make a fuss about you being on your period. He also learns about what helps, little by little, so you’ll begin to find more blankets and heat pads from your room as the relationship progresses. Sometimes he even hands them to you, but, as said, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it.
It’s just one more dimension of being a strong woman to him.
#fuegoleon x reader#fuegoleon vermillion x reader#nacht faust x reader#nacht x reader#yami sukehiro x reader#yami x reader#black clover fanfiction#black clover headcanons
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A Double Enchanted Tale
Here's my contribution to the Disney crossover event from @vs-redemption.
This is Disney’s Enchanted (with some plot changes) featuring Nacht x Josele (my oc) and Finral x Mallory (@sailor-muno's oc). Cameo from the ZorAcy ship (from @faewraithsworld). And not to worry I'm using my friends' ocs with permission~!
Cast
-Josele as Giselle
-Nacht as Robert
-Finral as Prince Edward
-Mallory as Nancy
-Sterling as Morgan (Robert’s daughter)
-Yuno as Pip the Chipmunk (but a more character appropriate bird here)
-Liliane Vaude as Queen Narissa
-Alecdora as Nathaniel (the queen’s lackey)
-Zora and Acylla as Phoebe and Ethan (the couple that almost gets divorced but doesn't)
Putting this under a cut because it got loooooooooooooong. Lots of little headcanon notes as well as some drabbles for scenes in narrative format (not my best prose writing but I think I would've gone insane trying to do it all in headcanon format).
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As with the original film, this story begins with Josele waxing poetic and singing about True Love’s Kiss. She imagines her True Love™ with pitch black hair and sparkling blue eyes.
Yuno, Josele’s little songbird friend, helps put together the statue of Josele’s True Love™.
Josele’s song attracts the attention of a troll. When it tries to take her away, she fights back.
Elsewhere in the forest, Prince Finral is returning from a diplomacy mission in another kingdom, attended by Alecdora, Queen Liliane’s henchman.
Liliane keeps sending Finral away as a foreign ambassador to keep him distracted from romance. So long as he doesn’t find a bride, she can remain on the throne.
Finral isn’t a fighter but he’s always concerned about people who might need help so he rides into the woods, following Josele’s (kinda wretched) screams.
Alecdora attempts to follow but is left behind as he’s without a horse. He can only grumble that Liliane should try to have Finral killed and not just distracted. He’s fed up with the guy too.-Finral is chasing after Josele’s voice. Josele is fighting for her life.
Josele is up in the trees, trying to smack away the troll with tree branches. Yuno is desperately pecking at the troll.
.....
Finral followed the shouts of a woman’s voice through the forest until he happened upon a troll the size of a house, reaching into the trees.
“Leave me alone already!” Finral looked up to where the voice emanated from and saw a lady with brown hair. “There’s no way I’m going anywhere with you!” She had a tree branch held in both hands and used it to smack at the troll’s fingers when it got too close to reaching her. Finral also barely made out the flittering movements of a bird flying at the troll’s hands one in a while.
“Ahem!” Finral forcibly cleared his throat then projected his voice. “Sir Troll! I know I just arrived but it’s clear to me that you’re bothering that lady. She has no interest in you so I suggest you be on your way.”
The troll didn’t look at Finral and instead just grunted and continued to reach up.
Finral groaned but went on, “If you seek the attention of a fair lady, you must do better than this. Attempt a more gentlemanly approach. Give your name and offer a small gift in greeting, like flowers or even a particularly lovely stone.”
Granted, Finral had no clue if those strategies worked. He had always wanted to attend balls and other events in search of his True Love™. But he was so busy helping his mother establish friendly relations with other lands that he never had the time for romantic socialization.
“Love isn’t something you can force. It’s something you build through mutual efforts.”
“Would you be quiet?!” the troll snapped at Finral, finally giving the prince attention.
“Ah… Well…” Finral uttered.
“Or how about you leave?!”
The lady in the trees jumped down and swung her branch down on the spot between the troll’s eyes, the weak spot of those creatures. With a pained roar, the troll held its face and ran off into the woods. Finral wished he’d been able to do more. But he couldn’t not feel glad that the monster was driven away and that the lady in the trees was safe.
Speaking of…
Finral watched the woman land on a lower branch of a tree and lean against the trunk, probably letting out a sigh of relief. He got a better look at her. Brown hair that shined like varnished wood, a fair complexion, and arms that showed more muscle than Finral had ever seen on a woman.
“Excuse me, miss! You’re alright, yes?” Finral called up to the woman.
She turned her face to Finral and his breath was taken away by the beautiful depth of her brown eyes.
“Me?” She gestured to herself. “Yes, I’m oka—”
All of a sudden, her foot slipped and she was falling to the ground. Finral spurred his horse forward. And not a moment too soon as Finral caught the woman in his arms.
For a moment, the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.
“Hello…” the lady whispered, her face now colored a rosy hue. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Prince Finral,” he managed to say despite the tenseness of his throat and the heat in his face. “And you are?”
“Josele.”
“A name that’s as lovely as you are brave.” Finral’s heart thumped in his chest. He’d never had such a reaction to a woman. Did that mean that Josele was… his True Love™? “Would you… marry me?”
“Y-yes! Yes of course!” Josele blurted out, giggles bubbling in her voice.
“Then it’s settled, we’ll be married in the morning!” Finral exclaimed with glee.
As Finral and Josele rode into the sunset, singing refrains that came to them as naturally as breathing, the little bird that had been around earlier watched them leave. The bird was Yuno, Josele’s faithful companion.
“But he doesn’t even look like the True Love™ from your dreams, Josele!” Yuno yelled while flying after them.
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In New York City, Nacht and his daughter Sterling are on their way home in a taxi.
Nacht brings up to Sterling that he’s going to propose to his girlfriend, Mallory Demiscura.
Sterling: Her name sounds like an evil stepmother's name.
Nacht: That’s not nice to say, Sterling. Mallory is a fine woman. And what’s more, she looks like she could actually be your mother.
Sterling: Is that why you’re thinking of marrying her?
Nacht: … Maybe.
Sterling frowns at the lame reasoning. It’s so unromantic. She wants her dad to marry someone he loves, not someone to be her mom.
As Sterling pouts and stares out the window, she spots a lady in an elaborate wedding dress climbing up a telephone pole.
Sterling hurries out of the car to investigate and Nacht of course follows.
Sterling: Aren’t you afraid of falling from there, miss?
Josele: Not to worry! I’m used to being in high places!
Nacht: So she’s a drug addict…
Sterling: Or she climbs stuff often. Jeez dad, no need to be judgy.
Nacht: Lady, I think you should get down from there! It’s not safe!
Josele: Nah, I’ll be fi— (slips and falls) WAH!
Nacht instinctively goes to catch Josele because of course. Nacht is hurt more by the collision than Josele is. Sterling’s jaw drops at how durable and muscular Josele is.
Sterling: How did you get like that, miss?
Josele: Get like what? So disheveled and dirty? Heh, well I’ve been wandering around, completely lost, all day. But I’ll be fine, I just need— (wobbles and collapses on top of Nacht again) To rest.
Nacht: Uh, well, uh… We can take you in for the night?
Sterling: (pumps her fists in victory) We’re bringing a princess home!
.....
Nacht pinched the bridge of his nose after pushing all of the rats, pigeons, and roaches out of the apartment. First a lady climbing in a wedding dress and now a vermin-led housecleaning job. Maybe he was hallucinating. He was pulled from his thoughts by Sterling tugging on his shirt.
“Do we have to wash the dishes again? Because the rats touched them?”
“Use the disposable ones for now. Please,” Nacht groaned.
“Okay.”
After Sterling left his side, Nacht noticed a sing-song voice coming from the bathroom. It had to be Josele. Nacht approached slowly, taking in the sound of Josele’s voice. Admittedly, she had a lovely voice. There was then a pang in Nacht’s heart as he remembered how Morgen used to sing.
Morgen probably would’ve loved a weirdo like her, Nacht thought with a scoff. He couldn’t help but smile though. Nacht stopped in front of the door but before he even knocked, Josele opened the door.
“Good morning,” Josele said with a grin. Such a blithe and innocent look. Like she hadn’t nearly fallen to her death—or at least a broken bone—last night. “You’re looking well, Nacht.”
“Uh…” Nacht glanced down before hurriedly locking eyes with Josele. Holy hell, she is ripped! “Morning. So uh… you…”
“The shower is absolutely lovely,” remarked Josele, glancing back into the room. “I’m used to bathing in rivers but that was a whole new experience!”
“In rivers?” Nacht repeated. Did she grow up in the wilderness or something? “Right. So look, the thing is—”
“Nacht? Who’s that?”
Nacht’s head whipped in the direction of another woman’s voice. Mallory stood a few feet away, jaw dropped and eyes wide in a look of confusion and hurt.
Mallory was there. Seeing Nacht talk with Josele. While Josele was only in a towel.
“Oh hello there! I’m Josele!” She strode up to Mallory without a second thought and began to shake the redhead’s hand. “It’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name?”
“Mallory…”
“Oh that’s a gorgeous name!”
“Thanks?” Mallory pulled back a bit. Her face twisted, looking more horrified by the millisecond. “Uh, what are you doing here?”
“I was on my way to the castle to be married—”
Nacht hurried to the women and stepped between them.
“Mallory, please listen,” Nacht started while holding Mallory’s shoulders and moving her away from Josele. “She and I, we’re not— You have to understand.”
“Understand what, Nacht? That you’ve finally decided that I’m not good enough for you?” Mallory choked out. Tears had already formed in her eyes. “I thought we were just taking it slow because of Sterling and…” Mallory quickly rubbed her eyes. “And we have our careers to worry about too! But I guess the real reason was—!”
“That’s not it at all!”
Mallory pulled away from Nacht and stormed towards the exit. “I’ll go! If she makes you happy, I won’t get in your way!”
“Are you leaving already?” Josele asked, stepping in the way of Mallory’s exit. “But you just arrived.”
The question made Mallory pause. “You don’t want me to leave?”
Josele and Mallory stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Both seemed confused. And Nacht had to step in.
“Ladies, please, I can explain everything,” Nacht said as he got between them.
“Okay then…” Mallory nodded for a moment then looked Nacht dead in the eyes. “Explain.”
.....
Nacht explains to Mallory the situation with Josele. And she listens.
Mallory is baffled to say the least but considering Josele’s behavior, it seems to be the most believable explanation.
Nacht asks Mallory if Josele could stay with her only for Mallory to say her apartment is getting renovated and she’s already sharing a space with her three sisters.
But Mallory promises to help look for leads about how to get Josele home.
The situation still puts a strain on the relationship since Nacht will be focusing his attention on Josele until she returns to Andalasia.
Mallory is jealous of Josele’s hopeless romanticism and optimism. She was once a romantic herself but lost her spark. She ended up with Nacht because of proximity and convenience.
Nacht takes Josele to his workplace. He hands Josele over to his coworker, Secre, hoping she can help locate Josele’s home.
Meanwhile, Nacht tries to help move along the divorce proceedings for Acylla and Zora. In Nacht’s opinion, they had to split sooner rather than later.
.....
Josele approached Acylla with a wide-eyed, almost awestruck smile.
“Your eyes…” she whispered sweetly. “They’re gorgeous with that little sparkle in them. And your presence is so calm and graceful.”
“I, well…” Acylla flushed at the forward compliments being given to her. “Thank you, miss.”
“The person who holds your heart is a very lucky individual,” Josele commented as she took Acylla’s hands.
And those words made Acylla’s shy grin drop into a deep frown instantly. “He may have held it before but he dropped it like a hot potato.” The words made Josele reel back. Acylla only continued, “And believe me, I doubt he feels lucky to know me at this moment.”
“I don’t understand…” Josele whispered as she shook her head. She glanced at Zora who scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you two in love?”
“Read the room, lady,” snapped Zora. “We’re sick of each other.”
Nacht buried his face in his hands and groaned. First his personal life. And now his professional life was being torn asunder by a woman who made a dress out of his curtains before skipping away, without shame or guilt.
When he raised his head, Nacht had every intention of snapping at Josele to keep her nose out of Zora and Acylla’s business. But then he saw them, the tears in her eyes. Soft and real, truly broken up by something most people would brush off as an unfortunate but unextraordinary event. So Nacht ended up pulling Josele aside and quietly letting her know that she didn’t have to worry since the divorce was what the former couple wanted.
“But they’re losing the love of their lives, Nacht,” Josele whimpered as her tears fell. “I can’t imagine loving someone one day and then… not loving them the next…”
“That’s just how the world works,” Nacht said. He almost included an “I’m sorry.” But what did he have to be sorry for?
When Nacht glanced past Josele’s shoulder, he saw Zora staring at Acylla. Not with annoyance as he had been earlier. But rather, he looked curious, as though examining Acylla for the first time. As for Acylla, she was red-faced and avoiding Zora’s eyes.
The air between the two had changed. Nacht didn’t know how but it had…
.....
Mallory is still on her own commute to work. On the way, she spies a man in an elaborate medieval style tunic standing in front of a bus.
Finral: Be still you beast of steel! Those poor civilians in your belly don’t deserve to be eaten!
Bus Driver: (honks aggressively) GET OUTTA THE STREET!
Mallory: Oh no. That man’s gonna get himself run over. (runs over and grabs Finral out of the street)
Finral: Hey hey! Wait wait wait! I was helping those people!
Mallory: You were causing a traffic jam! (brushes Finral down because he looks like a mess) You good, man?
Finral: I am a good man, yes. Or I’d like to think so.
Mallory: Um… Yeah I don’t think you’re doing so hot, sir. (thinking) He does look hot though…
Mallory and Finral get to talking once they get some distance between themselves and the street.
Finral goes on and on about finding his “precious doe” and “other half.” But he doesn’t mention Josele by name.
Still, Mallory gets a weird feeling that Finral’s fairy tale dreamy attitude is familiar…
Alecdora runs up from out of nowhere and grabs Finral away, saying he knows where to find Finral’s love.
“Lead the way, Alecdora!” Finral exclaims as he and Alecdora run off.
“Alec-darrel? What kind of name is that?!” Mallory asks. She tries to chase them for a moment but she’s not fit to keep up.
And then, a little songbird (Yuno), lands on her shoulder and seems to glare at Alecdora.
“What’s your story, little guy?” Mallory asks sarcastically. “I’m actually thinking of chasing after Prince Charming there.”
Yuno chirps aggressively at Mallory and directs her to follow Finral. So she does!
At some point, Alecdora makes his first attempt to kill Josele with a poison apple provided by Liliane. Only to fail.
.....
“That’s how you know~!”
Josele’s melodious voice rang through the air.
“That’s how you know~!”
Came the harmonious echo of what felt like half of New York City, somehow knowing the song that Josele had begun.
Nacht had thought he was dreaming. Honestly, he’d thought that since he first met Josele. Yet sitting in an open carriage as everyone from street musicians to newlyweds performed in Central Park felt strangely real. Every smile on the people’s faces was wide and genuine. The clouds from the morning had parted and the afternoon sun made the colors around Nacht brighter.
And the brightest person there was Josele.
The song and dance had concluded. But people were lingering, mingling amongst themselves or approaching Josele as she stood within the carriage with Nacht.
Nacht blinked a few more times. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of Josele as she spoke with the people who complimented her song or thanked her for the experience. And she replied with a “no, thank you for joining” and such.
How did she manage to be so kind and genuine? Okay, Nacht knew why: fairy tale princess turned real. The question still lingered in his mind. He wondered if the kind of magic Josele exuded was something everyone had a little of, and that’s what made everything happen.
.....
With Mallory, she’s caught up with Finral who is separated from Alecdora thankfully. As they’re walking, she tries to get across that she knows where Finral’s “other half” is.
As she tries to explain, she gets a text from one of her sisters.
[Is he cheating?] The question is accompanied by a picture of Nacht and Josele, sitting in a carriage and surrounded by… a lot. [Check social media. They’re there.]
Mallory looks up what’s trending and finds pictures and videos of some chaotic flash mob. With Josele and Nacht seeming to lead it.
The doubt in Mallory’s heart starts to come back. She and Nacht had never done anything like dance or sing together, especially not in public. And yet with Josele…
.....
“Is something the matter, Miss Mallory?” Finral asked gently, breaking Mallory out of her gloom.
“Oh! Uh…” Mallory slid her phone into her purse, making her chest tight with guilt at hiding Josele’s location from Finral. But perhaps their reunion could wait an hour or two? “I’m… fine?” She shook her head. “It’s just that the man I love…” The words felt so heavy in her mouth that she trailed off and had to take a breath. “He’s not all that good at being loving.”
Finral blinked then stared wide-eyed at Mallory. “But how can that be? A fine woman such as yourself is surely easy to love. Why, I can already name several things that make you splendid!”
“L-like what?”
“Well for one, your hair! It’s the loveliest shade of red I’ve ever laid my eyes on!” Finral exclaimed with a wide grin. “I bet if you were to give a twirl, it’d fan out so beautifully that the crowd would stop and stare.”
“I don’t think I could do something like that!” Mallory squeaked, feeling herself warm up as people were already eyeing her and Finral because of his loud voice. “But, um, thanks for the compliment.”
“And I have more to give, still!” Finral quickly followed up. “Your smile. It shines as bright as the sun. Surely, that smile alone has made the day of your sweetheart.”
Mallory shrugged, not wanting to admit that she’d never seen Nacht smile. Not truly. Only ever the empty, cordial smile he used at work.
“There’s also your heart, so full of kindness. We only passed by each other this morning and yet you’ve returned to aid me.” Finral went on waxing poetic. It was incredible how genuine he sounded. Not a hint of irony to him. “Your lover, whoever he may be, should be ashamed for not treasuring you the way you should be!”
Mallory pursed her lips and nodded a little. She did want for a love that was… more. But she was never brave enough to ask that of Nacht.
Raising her head, Mallory locked eyes with Finral. His warm grin and the way his eyes looked at her with gentleness. The deepest parts of her heart wanted that.
Mallory wanted the bold and free love that Finral was offering.
It’s just that he wasn’t offering it to her…
.....
Finral breaks out into song. Let’s call it “With All Your Heart.”
I’m not writing the whole thing out (not a lyricist here), but the gist of the song is Finral explaining his belief that love should be expressed boldly and being proud of one’s love will make them happier. It’s why he’s so forward.
Finral’s song number gets the crowd going as much as “That’s How You Know” did. Mallory is in absolute awe of the literal magic in front of her eyes and excitedly runs alongside Finral as he encourages other couples to loudly proclaim their love for each other.
Yuno is following along the whole time and is picking up on the vibes with this pair.
When the song ends, a pair of doves fly up to Mallory. They give her a wreath of flowers and tickets to a ball happening later that week, addressed from Nacht.
And now she’s thinking of Nacht again and her heart hurts realizing that she’s already smitten with another man, a taken man.
Finral hears of the ball and excitedly thinks of taking Josele there before returning home.
Mallory agrees to help him get tickets. She wasn’t just going to give up the tickets for her and Nacht, but she’d at least help Josele and Finral’s love.
Alecdora finds Mallory and Finral and takes away the prince saying he has a lead on where Josele is. Mallory tries to argue that she knows but Alecdora ignores her.
Yuno comforts Mallory for a moment then chirps, as if to reassure her that he’ll get Finral back.
.....
Nacht blinked a few times, not quite believing what he was hearing.
“Can you say that again?”
“We don’t see any reason to divorce,” Zora repeated with a smile. He looked at Acylla who grinned back. “That lady from yesterday, she was so right. Acylla’s eyes have a beautiful sparkle to them. It was the first thing I noticed. I really am lucky to have fallen for her.”
“But just the other day you two were having problems,” Nacht pointed out, to which the couple snickered.
“Everyone has problems, Mr. Faust.” Acylla’s hold on Zora’s hand tightened. “But should we really allow the bad things in life to outweigh the good ones?”
Nacht raised a brow. “You’re really going to try again after a chance encounter with—”
“Have you considered that it wasn’t merely chance?” Acylla posed. “Maybe we were meant to meet that lady and she would remind us of what really mattered.”
“Like how sweet you are when I’m not bothering you,” Zora joked. The couple laughed again before sharing a brief kiss. “Yeah, I could get used to this all over again.”
Nacht fell silent. His mouth snapped shut as he had nothing to say.
There it was again. That strange magic that Josele’s presence exuded. At work again in Nacht’s life.
Nacht guided Acylla and Zora out of the office while reassuring them that Josele would hear of their gratitude towards her. There was no doubt in his mind that Josele would be overjoyed to know that the couple’s marriage had been saved.
“What a peculiar woman,” Nacht muttered, feeling a smile come to his face just thinking of everything Josele had done in only two days. “What else could possibly happen now?”
.....
The timeline of events does get extended. There’s an extra two or three days of shenanigans.
Mallory keeps on putting off telling Nacht that she’s met Finral because 1) Alecdora keeps dragging Finral off and Mallory would rather not say “I’ve seen him but I’m currently not with him” due to the inconvenience, and 2) she just wants more time with Finral herself.
So Nacht and Josele have their misadventures while Finral and Mallory have theirs.
Josele and Nacht’s misadventures include: 1) taking Sterling to an archery range since the kid is interested and when Josele tries her hand at the bow, she cuts her fingers on the fletching, 2) Josele helping some kids find their lost pets with her little animal summoning ability, and 3) Josele decorating a statue with flower wreaths and teaching Nacht and Sterling how to weave flowers together during that time.
Mallory and Finral’s misadventures include 1) getting caught up in a dance off on the streets which Finral absolutely flops since its break dancing and not ballroom, 2) coming across a runaway teen and talking things out with them (Mallory gives more grounded advice like finding a shelter while Finral’s advice is optimistic but helpful in keeping the teen’s spirits up), and 3) meeting Mallory’s sister Athena and her boyfriend, during which Finral convinces the boyfriend to go ahead with proposing.
Meanwhile, Yuno is fighting for his life against Alecdora, trying to separate him from Finral so Finral can meet up with Mallory again. Alecdora has tried clipping his wings, selling him to a pet store, and even threw him into a bird of prey exhibit at the zoo. It’s crazy.
Nacht eventually takes Josele and Sterling out for dinner, during which Nacht reveals the story behind Sterling’s lack of mother.
Sterling is Nacht’s adopted kid, but she wasn’t meant to be. She was supposed to be adopted by Morgen, Nacht’s brother.
Years ago, Morgen’s apartment building caught fire. Something about a stove being left on.
Instead of escaping immediately, Morgen went to every room he could to help others get to safety.
He eventually found a woman with one of her legs pinned under debris and a baby in her arms. The woman insisted that Morgen take her baby and leave her to die. If her baby lived, that’s what mattered.
Morgen carried the baby girl out, using his own body to protect her from the smoke and flames.
Morgen and the baby escaped, but he sustained some bad injuries.
While in the hospital, Morgen said he wanted to adopt the baby girl, named Sterling, once he was recovered. However, he wasn’t getting better, only worse.
With his dying breath, Morgen asked Nacht to take care of Sterling. “I know you have no attachment to her, brother. But please, watch over her. Don’t let the hope that lives in that child die.”
And so Sterling became Nacht’s child.
Alecdora makes a second attempt with a poison apple and Yuno saves Josele from this one.
Alecdora and Yuno face off. It ends with Alecdora “killing” Yuno.
After they return to the Faust apartment and Josele comforts Sterling, Nacht talks to Josele about staying in New York.
.....
“It’s been nearly a week since you’ve arrived, Josele. And if he hasn’t come by now, I just don’t think your so-called prince is coming at all,” Nacht whispered, trying to be gentle with the woman’s feelings.
“But he is,” Josele insisted once more. “I believe in him.”
“And maybe that belief is misplaced. You can’t hope for the impossible.”
At Nacht’s words, Josele’s expression twisted into a frown. A look which Nacht hadn’t seen since Josele had cried over Acylla and Zora’s situation days earlier. But the current frown she wore was markedly different.
“What’s with you, Nacht? Why can’t you have a little hope?” Josele asked as she leaned forward, closer to Nacht, more aggressive than she’d ever been before. “Why is it always ‘let’s stop now’ or ‘it won’t work’ or ‘it’s a waste of time’? Why are you always so gloomy?”
“I’m not gloomy, I’m realistic.” Nacht felt his chest grow tight as Josele’s eyes narrowed and she let out a sharp exhale. “You can’t always get your hopes up. Otherwise, you’ll get disappointed a lot.”
“So I should be like you and never get my hopes up?” Josele shot to her feet as she yelled.
“That’s not what I said!” Nacht rose to his feet too. “I’m just saying that hoping for the impossible will never work out!”
All Nacht has wanted to do was to spare Josele from the heartbreak of someone giving up on her. He didn’t intend to get Josele fired up, to cause her to come to the defense of her own hopes and desires.
“Well at least I have hope! Unlike you!” Josele jabbed Nacht in the shoulder, as if to emphasize. “You’re so afraid to try new things! You’re afraid to open your heart! Sometimes you’re so kind and sometimes you’re like this!” So caught up in her emotions, Josele started to pace back and forth. “And it just—! I don’t know—! All of it makes me so—! You make me so—!”
“I make you what?” Nacht pressed, leaning in close without really thinking.
“You make me so angry!” Josele snapped. “I’m angry with you, Nacht Faust!” The fierce scowl on Josele’s face was blinked away, and then she grinned. “I’m angry! Oh my gosh, I’m angry!” Her laugh, like a chime, echoed for a moment. And then, “Wait, I’m angry.”
Josele frowned again and then punched Nacht square in the stomach. The impact sent Nacht to the floor—it still shocked him how surprisingly muscular she was. Nacht groaned and held his aching torso.
“I’m sorry! Oh I’m so sorry!” Josele yelped while kneeling on the floor beside Nacht. “I didn’t think—!”
“You’re good, Josele. It’s fi—” Nacht paused when he felt Josele pick up his head and then rest it on her lap. “Josele?”
“I’m still angry, you know,” she whispered. Her fingers stroked through Nacht’s hair. “Just because not everything is as good as I want it to be, doesn’t mean I should resign myself to the bad, right?”
Nacht held his tongue for a moment. As refreshing as it had been to see Josele upset, he wasn’t going to risk a second bruise to the stomach.
“I still don’t know if your prince is coming. But… I guess we can give it a few more days.”
“Thank you, Nacht.”
It was then that Nacht dared to look up at Josele. The look on her face was… She wasn’t beaming the way she normally did. But she wasn’t scowling either. She looked… impassive. Yet peaceful. As if she was lost in thought. Something about Josele in that moment was… beautiful.
“Josele?” Nacht reached up and touched her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Hm?” Her eyes drifted down to meet Nacht’s gaze.
“We should get to sleep now. So we’re not exhausted in the morning.”
“Y-yeah…”
The silence that followed was heavy. Not even a “goodnight” was shared, only quick and quiet nods of acknowledgement.
When Josele sat back down on the couch, she noticed how fast her heart was racing. And she knew that the thought of Nacht, of standing so close to him, was the reason. But that couldn’t be right. Her True Love™ was Finral. Right?
When Nacht sat on his bed, he buried his face in his hands, feeling how warm he’d become. Seeing Josele and the new sides of her brought on by conflict, however small, had him wanting more. But she was not his to love.
Rest wouldn’t come easy to either of them that night.
.....
The morning before the ball, Mallory finally is able to get Finral away from Alecdora for good (taking Finral to her sisters’ place ensured that the man wouldn’t come knocking).
And Mallory is finally able to explain to Finral that she knows where Josele is.
Nacht receives a call from Mallory and she explains everything to him.
Mallory brings Finral over to Nacht’s apartment for the reunion.
Finral tries to prompt Josele into song but it’s Mallory who picks up on it and tries to feed Josele the words.
Still, everyone (except Sterling) agrees that Finral and Josele should return to Andalasia together. But not before a date in New York and some time at the ball that evening.
While Josele and Finral head out for their date, Nacht and Mallory sit down and chat.
Mallory: Sorry I couldn’t bring Finral by sooner.
Nacht: Mallory, it’s fine. You were probably busy with work so it makes sense that—
Mallory: No no, I wasn’t putting it off. I literally couldn’t bring him because some other guy kept dragging him off! He was super weird and really rude too. Even his name is weird: Alec-darrel.
Nacht: That can’t be his real name.
Mallory: That’s what it sounded like to me. Also, this bird kept on finding its way to me and it acted a lot smarter than the birds I usually meet. I haven’t seen him in a couple days though.
Nacht: That must be the Yuno bird Josele told me about.
Mallory: The bird’s name is Yuno? Not something like “Cheep” or “Chirpy”?
When Josele comes back from the date, she’s very worried about going to the ball. Mallory and Sterling immediately volunteer to help.
.....
The time came for the ladies to pick out dresses to wear to the ball.
“If you really want to get… to get Nacht’s attention, try wearing complementary colors,” Josele remarked while eyeing the rows of dresses.
Her chest ached as she thought about how lucky Mallory was to have Nacht’s attention on her. To be the one to make him stop and stare in awe. But why? Josele had Finral so why did she want Nacht to see her, to admire her?
“S-since your hair is such a lovely shade of red, you would look good in green.”
“Yeah! Daddy says green makes my hair look extra pretty too!” Sterling piped up. “I’ll go find something for Mallory! Just you wait and see!”
“Hmm.” Mallory pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side. “But isn’t Finral’s tunic green? It’d look weird if he and I… matched.”
The suggestion of which actually made Mallory’s heart flutter. She knew how silly her thoughts were but she couldn’t help it. The days spent beside Finral repeated in her mind and she wanted to remain beside him, even knowing they were both promising themselves to others.
Josele gave a weak laugh and shook her head before saying, “Oh no, it’s fine if you two matched.” She shrugged. “You two already do a fine job of matching energies so matching appearances isn’t out of the question.” She blinked and caught herself. “N-not that you and Nacht don’t also get along well! You’re both intelligent and understanding of me and Finral’s… peculiarities. A-and you, uh…”
“Sele, it’s okay.” Mallory took Josele’s hands in her own then patted the back of them. “I know Nacht and I aren’t two peas in a pod, but we’ve managed.” With a reassuring smile, she stepped back. “Now, let’s think about what you’ll wear. You ought to look like a princess for… for Finral, huh?”
A sickening jealousy twisted Mallory’s stomach. There had to be something wrong with her for wanting to be with Finral despite Josele being his True Love™. So she pushed down the wish for Finral to serenade her as his love.
“Let’s think about what you’ll wear now.” Mallory approached the dress rack. “Black goes with everything. And I know you’re more for blue but I personally think purple works better with black.”
“Yes, they make quite a pair…” Josele muttered, immediately imagining Nacht in the black suit and purple dress shirt she’d seen him wear the night they met. It was a dark and elegant look. Nacht looked…
“Oh right! Nacht!” Mallory yelped. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear black or purple because then you’d kinda be wearing Nacht’s colors! Not that it’d be bad if you did. It’d actually be good. More than good! Great even!” Mallory paced the boutique floor and gesticulated wildly as she spoke. It was quite cute, how animated and lively she was.
Smiling as she watched, Josele recalled when she first met Mallory. The red-haired woman seemed like she had been trying to restrain her feelings that fateful morning. But now, her fluster was on full display. It was cute. And she seemed more like herself.
“Because you two honestly look great together in my opinion. NOT THAT YOU’RE TOGETHER! WE CLEARED UP THAT CONFUSION ALREADY!” Mallory laughed in a way that sounded painfully forced. She then turned to Josele. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ve done each other good! I mean, you’ve brought Nacht out of his shell and he’s really gotten you adapted to New York!”
Josele blinked. “Finral hasn’t gotten used to New York?”
“Not really?” Mallory replied while giving a shrug. “He’s not talking to buses anymore but… It’s just not the place for him.”
“Well I quite like it,” Josele admitted. “It’s not as pretty as the forest I grew up in, but there’s so many people and so much to do. Each new day is an adventure.”
“There sure is a lot. Though I personally would want adventures like fighting a troll,” Mallory joked and earned a giggle from Josele as well.
The laughter between Josele and Mallory died down however. Though neither said it out loud and neither recognized how the other felt, there was a sad tension shared between them. The lives that they initially saw for themselves were no longer what they wanted.
“Mallory!” Sterling piped up, finally returning from her search. “I found the perfect dress for you!” She looked between the women. “Did I come back at a bad time?”
“No no no, Sterling!” Josele quickly knelt down by the girl. “Thank you for coming back.”
“You said you had a dress for me?” Mallory asked, hoping to dissipate the earlier atmosphere.
Sterling glanced between them again. She may have only been six, but even she knew that something was wrong.
.....
The ball scene! AAAAAHHHHH!
Finral would try to profess his love for Josele but he’d fumble it, so unlike his usual eloquent self. He’s got Mal on the mind.
Josele does her best to compliment Mallory and Nacht as a couple but Mallory points out that she looks sickly when trying to speak.
Mallory and Nacht can barely look each other in the eyes because they know they love Finral and Josele. But they stubbornly think they should stick with how things are.
Finral dances with Mallory. Nacht dances with Josele. Both men hold the women as close as they can in the dance because no one wants to let goooooo!
Still, Finral guides Josele away so they can return to Anadalasia. And when he goes to get Josele’s cloak, Liliane (disguised as a hag) comes and offers Josele the poison apple.
Finral only tries True Love’s Kiss with Josele once. After one try, he knows it’s not gonna work.
When Nacht tries to deny that his kiss might save her, Mallory snaps at him, “Don’t you dare give up. Josele needs you!”
Josele’s fight against Liliane is much bloodier, actually drawing blood from the evil queen.
But it’s Yuno pecking Liliane directly in the eyes which makes her fall to her doom.
Once the dust settles, the four adults finally speak honestly.
Mallory and Nacht officially break up and wish each other the best with their new loves.
Finral and Josele bid each other goodbye and hope for one another’s happily ever afters.
Mallory takes to the fairy tale world well, evening singing her own song on her first day.
After a year of dating, Mallory and Finral have their full fairy tale wedding.
Josele gets herself established in the real world, working some odd jobs before being able to establish her own boutique.
While Nacht does propose early on, they still take a couple of years to date and plan.
.....
“And they all lived happily ever after. The End,” Sterling stated with finality. “So? What do you think?”
Sterling’s younger siblings—Dawn, Dusk, Sirius, Merel, and Vivian—stared in awe.
“It explains why Mommy’s so good with animals,” commented Dusk.
“Mommy was gonna be a princess?!” Dawn gasped.
“But she married a lame lawyer instead…” Merel grumbled.
“Daddy’s job isn’t lame!” Sirius retorted.
“Daddy’s kinda lame for being kidnapped by a dragon though,” Vivian muttered.
“Kids, it’s time for bed!” Josele said before poking her head into the living room.
Nacht leaned his head into the door frame too. “And what was that about me being lame?”
“Sorry Daddy,” Vivian whispered.
Together, Nacht and Josele tucked in the kids before going to their own bed.
“Are we living happily ever after, Josele?” Nacht whispered as he stroked her hair.
“I’d like to think so…” she whispered back, smiling.
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“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
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Justus musste zugeben, dass er nicht genau sagen konnte, ob Skinny, der selbst ernannte Erzfeind der drei Fragezeichen, wirklich nackt war, denn nur die untere Hälfte seines Körpers war mit einer Bettdecke, Justus‘ Bettdecke, um genau zu sein, verdeckt, aber so wie Justus den anderen kannte, machte er keine halben Sachen.
„Das ist Hausfriedensbruch,“ merkte er deshalb an, während eine seiner Augenbrauen sich nach oben zog.
„Was kann ich denn dafür, wenn du dein Fenster offenstehen lässt? Ist ja fast wie `ne Einladung.“ Grinste Skinny zurück und Justus überlegte kurz ob er mit Notwehr durchkäme, wenn er den anderen einfach aus dem Fenster stoßen würde, und obwohl die Chancen gutstanden, entschied er sich dagegen.
„Ich weiß, dass du es nicht so mit dem Gesetz hast, aber auch wenn ein Fenster offensteht, gibt dir das noch lange nicht das Recht, irgendwo einzusteigen,“
Das Grinsen auf Skinnys Gesicht wurde breiter. „Glaub bloß nicht, dass ich nicht weiß, dass Shaw mit seinem Dietrich ein bisschen zu gut umgehen kann. Aber keine Angst, ich verrat’s keinem.“
Es gab niemanden, der Justus so schnell auf die Palme bringen konnte wie Skinny Norris. Und vielleicht war genau das der Grund, warum die Beiden im Bett eine wirklich gute Kombination waren.
Auch so ein Satz, den ich nie für möglich gehalten hätte, dachte Justus, als er seine Jacke betont langsam auf dem Schreibtischstuhl ablegte. Er wollte Skinny Zeit geben, seine Meinung zu ändern, obwohl er längst wusste, dass das nicht geschehen würde.
„Ziehst du den Rest der Klamotten auch noch aus, oder gehen wir heute mal zurück zu unseren Wurzeln?“ grinste Skinny dann, und Justus musste unwillkürlich an die Nacht denken, in der er Skinny nach einem aufwühlenden Fall wütend gegen den Zaun des Schrottplatzes gedrückt hatte, und wie Skinny, statt ihm eine zu verpassen, ihn so geküsst hatte, dass Beide am Ende außer Atem gewesen waren.
„Wenn ich mich recht erinnere, warst du dabei nicht nackt.“ Erklärte Justus, als er einen Schritt auf das Bett zu machte und dabei zusah, wie Skinny sich ein wenig mehr aufrichtete, bis er seine Finger in Justus‘ Gürtel haken und ihn zu sich ziehen konnte.
„Details.“ Antwortete Skinny mit einem erneuten Grinsen, und Justus gab sich geschlagen.
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“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” mit Skinny und Justus? 👀🫡
send me a pairing and a number and I'll write you a drabble
'you fainted... straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes.' - Thank you so much! This one is for you, my beloved @peppsta .. it turned out really soft and cute. I hope you'll enjoy it! have fun <3
STARGAZERS
Skinny liebte es, nachts den Sternenhimmel über Rocky Beach zu beobachten.
Er drückte die Zigarette auf der Feuerleiter aus und warf sie achtlos auf die Straße. Seufzend legte er den Kopf in den Nacken, sah in den pechschwarzen Himmel und beäugte die funkelnden Sterne.
„Du verpasst was, Jonas!“, rief Skinny hörbar grinsend durch das geöffnete Fenster, ohne den Blick abzuwenden. Ein Schnauben drang hinter ihm aus dem Wohnzimmer.
Verächtlich erwiderte der Detektiv: „Ich wüsste nicht, was ich verpassen sollte. Es sind nur Sterne. Selbstleuchtende, massereiche Himmelskörper, die aus heißem Gas oder Plasma bestehen.“
Genervt rollte Skinny mit den Augen. Im Hintergrund vernahm er das Klirren von Geschirr. Nach einer Weile kehrte Justus ins Wohnzimmer zurück. Vorsichtig trat er an das Fenster.
Verwegen lächelnd fragte er spöttisch: „Seit wann bist du ein Romantiker? Bisher glaubte ich, bloß Sex, Gras und Wodka seien in der Lage, dich so friedlich zu stimmen. Aber der Sternenhimmel? Ich bitte dich.“
„Musst dich wohl länger als zwei Monate von mir ficken lassen, um mich besser kennenzulernen“, spuckte Skinny in demselben Tonfall.
Er drehte sich zu ihm um und lehnte seinen Rücken gegen das Geländer. Nickend forderte er ihn auf: „Komm schon. Ich hab kein Bock, ständig allein rumzuhängen.“
„Nein, d-das ist eine schlechte Idee“, murmelte Justus unerwartet zurückhaltend. Nervös fummelten seine Hände an dem Saum seines Kapuzenpullovers herum.
Justus hatte es ihm bisher nicht gesagt – wieso auch? Sie waren kein Paar, auch wenn Skinnys Freunde behaupteten, dass sie sich wie ein altes Ehepaar benahmen. Er biss sich auf die Unterlippe.
Ich werde ihm sicher nicht gestehen, dass ich Höhenangst habe! Das könnte ihm wohl so passen! Das – ich wäre zu verwundbar, schaltete sich Justus’ Misstrauen ein.
Allein bei dem Gedanken, im fünften Stock aus dem Fenster auf die enge Feuerleiter zu klettern, schwitzten seine Hände.
„Jetzt stell dich nicht quer und schieb deinen Arsch raus!“, rief Skinny ungeduldig und machte ihm Platz.
Doch nachdem Skinny bemerkte, dass sich Justus keinen Millimeter bewegte, säuselte er ruchlos: „Wenn du nach draußen kommst, kriegste danach nen Blowjob. Na, wie klingt das, Erster?“
„Das sind schwere Geschütze, die du auffährst“, sprach Justus und ließ geschlagen die Schultern hängen. Er atmete tief durch, verfluchte Skinny für das verlockende Angebot und den Drang, sich zu beweisen.
Justus schwang sich durch das Fenster auf die wackelige Feuerleiter. Das Metall quietschte, nachdem ein Windhauch daran rüttelte. Fest biss er die Zähne zusammen. Es war schwierig, nicht hinunter zu sehen.
Seine Beine waren butterweich. Er räusperte sich, bevor er eilig murmelte: „E-echt schön. Darf ich wieder rein?“
„Du hast dir die Aussicht nicht mal angesehen!“, maulte Skinny.
Trotzig verschränkte er die tätowierten Arme, nachdem er mit dem Daumen über seine Schulter gedeutet hat. In der Ferne ließ sich das Meer erahnen.
Justus’ Herz hämmerte in seinem Brustkorb. Beklemmung ergriff ihn. Er riskierte einen Blick in den Abgrund, dann wurde ihm schwindelig! Schwarze Flecken tanzten in seinem Sichtfeld.
Skinny entdeckte die Schweißtropfen auf seiner Stirn und die Blässe in seinem Gesicht.
„Ey, Jonas. Alles gut?“, fragte Skinny besorgt und trat auf ihn zu. Er legte ihm die Hand auf die bebende Schulter.
Skinnys Stimme klang gedämpft – schallte aus weiter Ferne zu ihm hinüber. Er öffnete den Mund, um etwas zu erwidern, doch kein Laut drang aus seiner staubtrockenen Kehle.
„Jonas? Hey, Justus. Just!“, rief Skinny. Das waren die letzten Worte, die Justus vernahm, bevor die Welt um ihn herum in Finsternis stürzte.
Nachdem er zu sich kam, war das Erste, was er sah, das Grau seiner Augen. Sein Kopf war auf Skinnys Schoß gebettet – das kalte Metall unter ihm und der Wind auf seiner verschwitzten Haut.
„Skinny?“, murmelte Justus verwirrt.
Skinny strich ihm eine schwarze Haarsträhne aus der Stirn und murmelte frech: „Du bist ohnmächtig geworden.. und direkt in meine Arme gefallen. Wenn du meine Aufmerksamkeit willst, dann musst du nicht gleich so übertreiben. Das ist dir klar, oder?“
„Ich hab Höhenangst“, flüsterte Justus müde lächelnd. Jetzt war es raus!
Skinnys Grinsen verblasste. Für einige Sekunden lag Schuld in seinen Augen.
Er lehnte sich etwas zurück, um Justus die Sicht auf den Sternenhimmel zu ermöglichen. Die Augen des Detektivs weiteten sich erneut, nachdem er die unzähligen Sterne am schwarzen Himmelszelt entdeckte.
„Gut zu wissen“, sagte Skinny und sein Lächeln kehrte zurück, als er Justus' ehrfürchtigen Gesichtsausdruck beim Betrachten des Himmels sah, „Aber um die Sterne zu sehen, musst du nach oben schauen und nicht nach unten. Das muss ich dir ja nicht erklären.“
„Als könnte ich danach greifen“, flüsterte Justus leicht benommen, „Vielleicht sind es nicht nur selbstleuchtende, massereiche Himmelskörper, die aus heißem Gas oder Plasma bestehen.“
Fuck, ich kann nicht fassen, wie sehr ich diesen Schnüffler liebe, dachte Skinny, während sie eine Weile so verharrten.
Sie bewunderten zum ersten Mal gemeinsam den Sternenhimmel über den Dächern von Rocky Beach.
#die drei fragezeichen#justus jonas#skinny norris#justus/skinny#es ist schon wieder sooo lang#es tut mir leid#fanfic#fanfiction#peaches writing#writing prompts
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End of 2022 Fic Round Up
Da das Jahr schon wieder zuende ist, hier einmal eine Masterlist all meiner Fic aus diesem Jahr. Der Übersichtlichkeit halber nur Titel, Rating, Characters/Pairing & word count. Chronologische Reihenfolge.
Ein Fall für Zwei:
guy stuff (ff.de/ao3) E; Benni/Leo; 1570 Wörter
Die Drei Fragezeichen:
Kaj’s Kink January (Sammlung!) (ff.de/ao3) T-E; various pairings; 35 Ficlets mit jeweils 700 Wörtern
there is nothing left to say (ff.de/ao3) P16/T; Cotta, Reynolds, past Cotta/Peter & Cotta/Skinny; 2000 Wörter
valentine (ff.de/ao3) P16/T; Cotta/Goodween; 2000 Wörter
pistol whipped (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Peter/Skinny; 3076 Wörter
Shot Through The Heart (ff.de/ao3) P18; Cotta/Skinny; Mafia AU; 18183 Wörter
what doesn’t kill me makes me vicious (ff.de/ ao3 Part I & Part II) P18/M-E; Peter/Cotta; 6300 Wörter
What’s Done In The Dark (ff.de/ao3) P12/T; Justus, Peter, Bob, Cotta/Skinny; Mafia AU; 5838 Wörter
make hate to me (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Peter/Skinny; 3304 Wörter
In Our Talons (ff.de/ao3) P16/T; Cotta/OC, Forrester, Cotta/Skinny; Mafia AU; 4091 Wörter
Blue Moon (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Cotta/Hugenay; 8010 Wörter
Meine Sünde (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Peter/Skinny, Peter/Kelly; 3786 Wörter
judge, jury and executioner (ff.de/ao3) P18/M; Peter/Skinny, Justus, Dylan; 12442 Wörter, mind the tags
suck my cockiness (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Cotta/Skinny; 4595 Wörter
Leid und Freud von Dating-Apps in Kleinstädten (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Peter/Cotta; 9177 Wörter
Writer’s Month Drabbles (Sammlung!) (ff.de/ao3) G-M; various characters and pairings, 31 Ficlets mit jeweils 100 Wörtern
because hell is empty (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Skinny/Stan, Skinny/Cotta/Stan; 7908 Wörter
the perfect part about it is: it’s all that i’ve got (ff.de/ao3) P16/T; eventual Peter/Skinny, Kelly, OCs; Kid Fic/Future Fic; 12597 Wörter, WIP
no strings attached (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Cotta/Skinny; 3829 Wörter
Lover, Please Stay (ff.de/ao3) P12/T; Cotta/Hugenay; 2541 Wörter
Assorted October Prompt Fills (Sammlung!) (ff.de/ao3) G-E, various characters & pairings, 31 Ficlets mit jeweils 300 Wörtern
Das Angebot (ff.de/ao3) E; Peter/Cotta; 3319 Wörter
Who’s gonna take you home tonight? (ff.de/ao3) E; Bob/Cotta; 6023 Wörter
Mein rasend Herz (ff.de/ao3) P16/T; Justus/Hugenay; 11229 Wörter
one last time (ff.de/ao3) P12/G; Bob/Skinny; 1704 Wörter
feel-good flash fic (Sammlung!) (ff.de/ao3) G; Cotta/Goodween, Caroline; kurze fluffy Ficlets (aktuell 4 Stück) mit um und bei 500 Wörtern
Die Stille der Nacht [Ein Weihnachtsmärchen] (ff.de/ao3) P16/T; Peter/Skinny; 2945 Wörter
because the night belongs to lovers (ff.de/ao3) P18/E; Cotta/Goodween; 3020 Wörter
#fic roundup#die drei fragezeichen#die drei ???#end of 2022#my stories#ein fall für zwei#drei fragezeichen#...die stories die nicht auf ff.de sind sind meistens pwp abgesehen von den feel-good flash fics#da bin ich bloß noch nicht dazu gekommen#sie auf ff.de zu übertragen#zumal cotta/goodween da nicht so gut geht wie auf ao3
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Tagged by @black-cat-aoife
Rules: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Ist eine Weile her seit ich das das letzte Mal gemacht habe. Ein bisschen was ist glaube ich dazu gekommen, aber bei vielem hat sich auch nichts verändert, so here we go :D
Aller Anfang ist schwer
Auslegungssache
Böse Mädchen
Das Verhör
Die Hexe und die Dohle 2
Die Katz ist aus dem Sack
Die Nacht der Kommissarinnen
Die Schöne und das Biest AU
Drabble Collection 2
Familienplanung
Freundinnen auf Distanz
girls
Homesick
If I lead, will you follow?
It puts a smell on you
It takes at least two
Küss mich, halt mich, lieb mich (3 Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel AU)
Landfrauen - Wir können auch anders
Meine Mamas
Monte Rosa
Nur ein Bett
pia esther hold
Pia und Leo
Rettungsschwimmer AU
Sleepy Pia
Smut für Zwischendurch
Unerwartet
unkonventionelle Ermittlungen
Urwald vor den Toren der Stadt
Valentinstag
Vampire in Saarbrücken
Ich weiß bei Vielem auch nicht mehr so genau, was sich da dahinter verbirgt. Einiges ist möglicherweise auch eigentlich schon fertig und unter anderem Namen gepostet, aber ich vergesse häufig, die Dateien dann in einen anderen Ordner zu verschieben.
Ich tagge @disappointingsalad @frauv @lucy-in-space @krejong
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Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
Danke an @carlomenzinger fürs taggen, sind jetzt auch einige wips dabei, weil ich noch gar nicht so viel veröffentlicht hab :')
1. „Guten Morgen, die Herrschaften.“ (Tatort München, "Des Kallis neue Kleider", my most recent fanfic on ao3 about Kalli wearing a new pld shirt)
2. Er lehnt sich zurück in den Wagen, kann noch im Rückspiegel sehen, wie sie ihm zuwinken, mit dem Hund auf dem Arm. (Das fliegende Klassenzimmer (2003), "Its Gonna Take Some Time (But I'll Get There)", christmas themed dfk drabble collection)
3. Irgendwann hatten Mittagspausen angefangen, der Zeitpunkt zu sein, an dem man die Hausaufgaben für den Unterricht nach der Mittagspause in letzter Minute fertig stellte. (Das fliegende Klassenzimmer (2003), "Unter der Haut", Grüße an gehen raus an @capitaen <3)
4. „Und für wie lange habt ihr zwei jetzt noch vor, dit so zu machen?“ (Tatort Berlin (Ritter und Stark), "Ich Baute Dir Amerika", bin im Moment ein bisschen planlos wie ich die fic zu Ende bringe, hab sie aber nicht vergessen)
5. Die letzten Töne des Liedes wurden leiser und leiser, bis schließlich nur noch das Hin- und Herzucken der Nadel zu hören war. (work in progress; Das fliegende Klassenzimmer (2003), aaaah yes, die fanfic die mich wieder zum schreiben gebracht hat, schon bis jetzt ganz fettes danke an meine beta-leser/lektoren <3)
6. Johanns Mutter hatte früher als Schneiderin gearbeitet, daher kam ihm das Muster nicht unbekannt vor. (work in progress; Das fliegende Klassenzimmer (2003), basiert auf einem prompt, wird über die erwachsenen :))
7. Dafür, dass Ivo Batic für seine Verhältnisse letzte Nacht wenig hatte schlafen können, erwachte er an diesem Dienstagmorgen erstaunlich gut gelaunt. (work in progress; Tatort München, fluff, ganz viel fluff)
8. „Carlo, magst des wirklich anziehen?“, hatte Franz noch gefragt, bevor sie aufbrechen wollten. (work in progress; Tatort München, this one is with a special au in which carlo makes questionable fashion choices)
9. Kallis Mund ist ganz trocken. (work in progress; Tatort München, was kleines zur neusten Folge)
10. Franz nahm einen Zug aus seiner Zigarette. (work in progress; Tatort Müchem, the fanfic @carlomenzinger and I are working on rn, this is the first sentence I wrote and will probably be the first one of the fic so far)
Honestly whoever wants to to this, do it, but I'll tag @is-this-taken-too-questionmark @wonderous-lawnmower @all-chickens-are-trans @weidli
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patching up injuries (dazai, chuuya)
types of touches (finral, nacht)
#finral x reader#finral x you#finral imagine#finral blurb#finral drabble#finral roulacase x reader#finral roulacase x you#finral roulacase imagine#nacht faust x you#nacht faust x reader#nacht faust imagine#nacht faust blurb#nacht faust drabble#black clover imagine#black clover fanfiction#black clover fanfic#black clover fic#dazai x reader#dazai x you#dazai imagine#dazai blurb#chuuya x reader#chuuya x you#chuuya imagine#chuuya blurb#bsd x reader#bsd x you#bsd imagine#bsd fluff
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Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
Thank you for the tag @krejong & @karin-in-action :)
Took a bit longer 'cause I don't always have internet while in a van in New Zealand.
1. "Ernsthaft Leo?" (eine Nacht auf dem Sofa)
2. So ganz freiwillig ist Karin nicht hier. (Diese eine Regel)
3. Als sie sich umdreht und die Gerichtsmedizin verlässt, ist Karin schon mit großen Schritten vorausgeeilt. (Totes Herz und lebendige Sorgen)
4. Als Karin nach Hause kommt, sieht sie reflexartig nach oben in Erwartung der Weihnachtslichter am Wohnzimmerfenster, auf die Leo bestanden hat. (wo's eitel gute Engel hat)
5. "Hast du am Wochenende was Schönes vor?", fragt Karin, nachdem sie Leo eine Weile einfach nur beim Kaffeemachen zugesehen hat. (überall auf den Nasenspitzen, sah ich weiße Schneeflocken sitzen)
6. Es dauert gefühlt eine Ewigkeit, bis sie endlich Stimmen und Schritte in Sobottas Wohnung hört. (nicht noch einmal)
7. Habt ihr schon was fürs Wochenende vor?", fragt Eva sie, nachdem sie mit dem Bericht über ihre eigenen Pläne fertig ist. ( Was sind wir?)
8. "Wegen unseres Falls von letztem Monat habe ich gerade mit einer Leonie Winkler von der Kripo Dresden telefoniert", begann Adam. (Dresden/Saarbrücken Drabbles)
9. Winkler, Gorniak! In mein Büro!" tönte Schnabels Stimme durch den Raum. (Coming Out)
10. Leo weiß, dass sie sich keine Hoffnungen machen darf (Blaue Nacht)
I think most people have already been tagged, so if anyone hasn't been and wants to do this, feel free to do it :)
#überraschend unterschiedlich#wenn man nr. 5&7 ignoriert#immerhin fragen da unterschiedliche Personen das gleiche#tag game#fanfiction
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Omg hiiiii!! ❤️❤️❤️ hope you’re doing well! I read that you’ve been swamped with work, so I was unsure to request this, but since request are still open, I thought I’d try??
Of course you are not obligated to do it though! You do this out of your free will and I appreciate everything you write, even if you can’t write my request!!
But! Whenever you find the time.. could it be possible to do a one-shot Drabble of Nacht, where his s/o does that prank on him where he’s deep asleep and the s/o suddenly wakes him up ( of course after he’s fully rested 😇 ) and they do the “ you need to hide my boyfriend is coming over! “ prank I’ve seen on tik tok 😂
I know Nacht is a smart man, but being abruptly woken up can make anyone disoriented lol
He’s one of favorite characters and there’s not much content about him to read and enjoy ( actually black clover in general doesn’t get enough love compared to these other big animes 😭 ), and I ESPECIALLY love how you write him! I feel like you just understand his character so well!!
So even if you decide to write this or not, I hope you know you’re appreciated!!!! I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🕊🕊🕊
*also sorry for the rambling 💀 )
I'm here at my final request!! Thank you for being such a sweetheart and being so appreciative!
(♡˙︶˙♡)
Also thank you for the explosion of love for my Nacht works
(*/ω＼) I'm very honoured. AND I LOVE YOU TOO
❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)
I love this request so much, I love funny requests hehe!! Thank you for sending it in to me!
Characters: Nacht x F! reader
TW: unchecked work, world with modern devices. ie tiktok and cameras.
You looked at your boyfriend, your hot cocoa in your hand but your heart felt warmer. Watching him sleep was so therapeutic; his eyes closed and he looked so serene, it was so different from the Nacht that was awake, his blue eyes holding an ocean of mysteries.
To others, he was cold and unsympathetic, but to you he opened up and showed you that this lone ranger has a warm and fuzzy side to him. He proved to you that he was someone you could count on to hold you at your worst and likewise, you showed him that you'll accept him come whatever may.
And "come whatever may" includes watching him sleep in your shared bed, his mouth a little agape with soft snores escaping his throat. You giggled to yourself as you thought about your plan you had in mind. You had your camera set up and ready.
You slowly crept up to him, careful not to wake your light sleeper boyfriend up and put your hands on him. Then you shook him. HARD.
"Nacht! Nacht! You gotta hide!" you whisper-shouted to him.
His eye lids flashed open and his eyes showed a little panic. You went into your Oscar winning acting mode, nudging Nacht out of the bed and pulling his hand.
In a flash, Nacht sat up and threw the blanket in the other end of the bed.
"You need to hide, my boyfriend is here!" you pulled him out of the bed.
The vice captain stood up. Then he blinked twice and pulled you back into his arms. "Your boyfriend is here, who am I hiding from?"
You looked back up at him, "my REAL boyfriend! Quick, into the closet or something!" You tugged at his pants.
Nacht pulled the both of you back into bed and locked you in his strong lean arms.
"What's his name? This boyfriend of yours." he raised a brow at you.
You giggled, you knew that he was fully awake and aware of your prank right now. "Harry Styles,"
"The comedian?"
"Babe!" you smacked his bare chest playfully, "The singer!"
"The one you always scream about?"
"I do not scream," you gave him the eye, "you're no fun."
"What did you expect me to do? Run into the closet and hide?"
"That's what some of the boys in the tiktok video does!" You pried his arms open to go get your phone which was recording the entire thing, "lemme show you!"
When you turned around with your phone, Nacht was already back in the covers comfortably, leaving a gap for you to snuggle in with him.
And of course you happily jumped in and showed him all those videos you mentioned about, Nacht scoffing at all the boys' reactions when their girlfriend shakes them awake.
"some looks fake," he rolled his eyes, "besides baby, I've never done this sorta thing before, so i'll never have this reaction."
"What sorta thing?"
"I've never been a third party in any of my relationships. So I've never had to hide or run. I was always the one that made people hide," he gave you a lazy smirk.
"So you're telling me," you shifted yourself so you were slightly apart now, "that you've had many past relationships, huh, Mr Nacht Faust?"
He blinked at you again. This time you really got him. He mentally slapped himself. "em. I mean.."
He struggled to find the right words to say. But you pinched his skin from under the covers.
"Alright, how about I go hide in the closet?" he quickly pulled you back close to him and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
I love me a good fluffy Nacht. <3
#nacht faust imagine#black clover nacht faust#nacht faust x reader#nacht x reader#nacht faust hcs#black clover headcanons#black clover imagine#black clover x reader#black clover scenarios#black clover fanfiction#black clover imagines
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Tell me about Franci the slut uwu
I cannot say no to this!!! :D
Franci is the nickname of Francesco Belfari, born and raised in Napoli, Campania. In my AU Universe "Like Father Like Son", he's part of Team Italy, more specifically a right hand to Feliciano. He is the bloke on the left in my header and here's some more artwork of him:
The first one is him with Feliciano and Dolcetto, just like my header, artist being my friend C0FFINATED on twitter.
The other two are by @pyromaniacqueen who, holy shit, is insanely good at drawing muppets. Drawing in general, but look at that muppet pirate! The picture below is him with Dolcetto's cat Machiavelli.
For some basic backstory: He was born and raised by a single mother in Naples & left home at 16 to travel around Italy + neighbouring countries. He kept himself afloat by doing odd jobs, both legal and illegal. And he got such an reputation among the Italian underground with some of his stunts that he perked the Vargas' interests. (Sidenote, this was shortly after Lovino having inherited the 'family business' from his father). Finding out that he was in Rome, working at a strip club, Lovino sent Fabio, his only right hand at the time, to go and make him an offer.
Francesco gladly took that offer, because he was too nosy for his own good & had maneuvered himself into quite the predicament with the club owners. So he ended up working for the Vargas and formed such a friendship with Lovino that when time came for Feliciano to be involved, Lovino made him Feli's right hand because he trusted Francesco to keep his brother safe and sound.
Francesco is a man that is hard to put into words. Charming, full with a zest for life and a knack for figuring out what makes people tick. He wants to be everyone's friend and doesn't hold many grudges, since they would get in the way of him enjoying all of the weird people life throws at him. He is also promiscous and flirty, and loves his friends to pieces.
He's also got a sadistic side inside of him that he tries to suppress, partly by using religion as a vent and guide (he's Roman Catholic), partly by justifying some of the vile exploits he delights in by only unleashing them onto people who're no better than him. People who have wronged his friends. Anything to feed the beast inside of him scraps before he has to chain it again, unless he doesn't want to look into the mirror anymore.
If you'd like to read some things that feature Francesco:
Italian Affairs, where he is one of the main characters and which describes him better than I ever could.
Mistletoen't do this to me, which has him also in his whole dirtbag glory.
The Drabble Collection has a few drabbles with him and Dolcetto, as well with him as a background character in one GerIta drabble.
The Res Publica AU features him as one of the main characters! Because Franci was made to be a sleazy politician in the 1st century BCE.
Ohne dich (schlaf' ich heute Nacht nicht ein) features him and the rest of Team North Italy only in very minor roles, but that story is a hoot and a half despite not being accurate to canon anymore when it comes to the main characters.
Motherfucker also has a playlist:
Sorry if all of this is disjointed and not very informative, but how to describe him? Whore. Saint. Monster. Down to earth and at the same time all the way to hell. Just your charming friendly neighbourhood neapolitan. A lover! A friend! Someone with a heart that cares and bleeds so genuinely for this world!
I think the bridge of Contronatura by Caparezza still sums him up best:
I am so beautiful
That you forgive me for everything
I am so beautiful
That I am always in the right
I am so beautiful
I am not capable of hurting you
I am so beautiful
Of a deadly beauty
#maryeve#storie nostre#franci#beareplies#sorry if this is rushed but Franci is so complicated and also. I should be doing Uniwork instead ....#but Franci! How can I not answer his siren call!#my beloved macho my everything I love nothing more than his meltdown in chapter 20 of IA#when he made his bed and now has to lie in it
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Friendsgiving Kickoff
Many thanks again to everyone who has sent in requests and participated in my Friendsgiving Writing Request Event! I am really looking forward to getting to share these short stories with you! Stories will begin to be posted this week on November 1st! Since not all of the requests came through Tumblr asks, each drabble or one shot will be its own post tagged with #friendsgiving event. All asks will then be properly answered and will include a link to the post with the requested story. Some of them are a little lengthy as well so I am hoping this will help keep things organized. ^^
The final request list is below the cut in alphabetical order by their titles. (There are a few that haven’t been titled yet, I apologize, but I will try to post another update once all works have titles).
If you have any questions about your request or otherwise, please feel free to reach out to me! Thank you for your support!!
Titled Requests (So Far):
Brighter Than the Sunrise -- Yami Sukehiro, Vanessa Enoteca & Finral Roulacase [Developing Friendship Fluff & Very Slight Hurt/Comfort]
Feels Like Home -- Rebecca Scarlet & Asta [Bonding Over Their Siblings Fluff]
Flowers From Scorched Earth -- The Elves (Patri, Rhya, Vetto & Fana) [Healing & Hurt/Comfort]
Forced Family Fun -- Nacht Faust, Gauche Adlai & Zora Ideale [Team Building Fluff & (Attempt At) Humor]
Fort Scarlet -- Rebecca Scarlet & Her Siblings [Family Fluff & Very Slight Hurt/Comfort]
From the Ground Up -- Finral Roulacase, Langris Vaude & Finesse Calmreich [Fluff & Very Slight Hurt/Comfort]
Hats Off to Nero -- Asta, Liebe, & Nero [Fluff & (Attempt At) Humor]
If You Want Something Done Right -- Vanessa Enoteca & Charmy Pappitson [Fluff & Restaurant Origin Story]
In Case You Don’t Live Forever -- Nozel Silva & Noelle Silva [Family Hurt/Comfort, Some Fluff & Much Needed Apologies from Nozel (which should be a genre)]
Melting Snowman -- Finral Roulacase, Langris Vaude & Alina [OC belonging to the requester]. [Family Fluff].
Pinecone -- Muichiro Tokito & Aoi Kanzaki (From Demon Slayer) [Developing Friendship]
Restless to Climb -- Langris Vaude & Yuno [Hurt/Comfort]
Your Burdens Are Not Yours Alone -- Finral Roulacase & Langris Vaude. [Hurt/Comfort].
Untitled Requests (So Far):
Charlotte Roselei & Luck Voltia [Family Bonding]
Finral Roulacase & Luck Voltia [Developing Friendship]
Gauche Adlai, Gordon Agrippa & Grey [Fluff & General]
Gauche Adlai, Magna Swing & Luck Voltia [Hurt/Comfort]
Nozel Silva, Noelle Silva & Vanessa Enoteca [Fluff & (Attempt At) Humor]
Completed Requests: 5. Requests With Rough Drafts: 3.
#friendsgiving event#black clover writing event#thank you for all of these great requests!#I've been having lots of fun with this!!#thanks everyone!! 😊
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