#nacht x reader
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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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𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐂 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲
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ᴀsᴛᴀ 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍．𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾．𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆．𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 | (• ◡•)|．
ʏᴀᴍɪ 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 “𝖮𝗁？𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾．“ 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽，𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾－𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎．(ง'̀-'́)ง 𝖸𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌，𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾．𝖸𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆．
ɴᴀᴄʜᴛ 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌．𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇，𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀．𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖭𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆．❤︎︎
ɢᴀᴜᴄʜᴇ 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾，𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒？“ ಠ_ಠ 𝖧𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅，𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 ’𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’．
ʏᴜɴᴏ 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾，𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁．“ 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝖼 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗀 (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)．𝖬𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆．
ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍．𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 “𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒，𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾．“ 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋，𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈．“ ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
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Fin.
- I love all these characters dearly (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
#Black clover fluff#black clover#black clover x reader#asta x reader#yami x reader#nacht x reader#gauche x reader#yuno x reader#William x reader
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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.
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Yami : "If me and Asta were drowning who would you save?"
Me : "Nacht."
Yami : "He wasn't even a choice."
Me : "He is always my first choice."
#black clover#i mean come on#i mean look at him#i mean it#nacht#nacht x reader#nacht faust#nacht black clover#black clover incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#yami sukehiro#black clover yami#black clover asta
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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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Hello it's clover anon,
For the au event how about Nacht x reader in fairytale AU. Thank you
Hiya Clover anon! Thank you so much, and as for how many requests I have about…15 now since I got two requests done 😆. So it’s a decent size! But since I don’t have many moodboard requests and you gave me permission to make one, I decided to do that (I also couldn’t decide on a fairy tale for Nacht, I’m so sorry 😭!). But I really hope you like this moodboard 🥺!
#asks#clover anon#black clover#black clover x reader#black clover moodboard#my moodboard#nacht x reader#nacht faust
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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.”
#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 fluff#nacht x reader#nacht x you#nacht imagine#black clover imagine#black clover fanfiction#black clover fanfic#black clover fic
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:::Title::: I'm Dreaming...Right?
:::Synopsis::: A mysterious man seems intent on giving you a hard time while you're sleeping.
:::Tags::: Nacht x Reader, Slight NSFW themes. Fem!Reader. Use of the phrase "good girl" and one singular sweetheart. Praise kink. Nacht...being Nacht. Slight Corruption kink.
:::Authors Note::: I dreamed this....There's not near enough Nacht He's a menace, and he's not even hiding it.
You know you're dreaming when you wake up with a white gown.
Lacy and delicate and passing mid-thigh. Unlike the uniform you donned that night, you thought you looked like a little angel. Scoffing at the thought of being anything near angelic, you failed to notice the dark haired man at the edge of your bed. You very nearly jump out of your skin when he makes a little huff in amusement.
"You need to practice your self-awareness. I could have been a demon" His voice is calm and quiet, but his bland smile is inherently disconcerting.
You dont ask him why hes here. You just know you deem it ok to stare at him and his icy blue eyes in reverent awe. You think, because its a dream, you can look right?
His stare bores into you and you cant really help the heat that pools into your stomach when he lifts up a hand and quirk his two fingers.
"Come here" Its an octave lower than his previous impolite statement and it takes a few breaths for you to not squeeze your thighs together.
He seems like the watchful type, you think.
"I will not repeat myself again hurry, before I change my mind" Disobeying him just felt like a bad idea .
You seem to forget all propriety and crawl towards the edge of your bed. Bringing yourself in front of him and sitting on your knees. Your face coming close to his sternum. He smells of leather and earth, hints of sulfur intermingling and hidden
You want to bathe in it, and that notion freaks you out a bit
This is a little vivid for a dream isnt it?
Theres pressure on your head and you shiver as you look up at him.
"At least someone in this muddled group can take orders." You feel your face heat at the indirect insult and praise. You lick your lips before speaking for the first time, struggling to push down the feeling when his cold eyes track the movement.
"What do you want from-"
"You're good." He interrupts you, putting a finger on your lips to shush you. You are honestly annoyed, but confusion outweighs even that.
What he said was kind of stupid. Of course youre good. You wouldnt be with stupid team if you werent. Being good was a requirement at this point.
He keeps talking as if he doesnt feel your annoyance, taking his pointer finger off your lips and replacing it with his thumb, distracting enough to fluster you.
"Youre purehearted in your intentions for saving the kingdom." You know, even if you dont know him, that it is wholehearted and truthful. He has deemed you worthy
And god you cant help but preen at the compliment. Your face heats up even further and you also cant help but want to break eye contact, but he doesnt let you. Grabbing your chin with his finger and thumb and squeezing your cheeks, his dark eyes lighting up in amusement.
"Whats this? You like me telling you how good you are, a good little girl who saves kingdoms hmm?" He brings his face closer, voicing a pleased noise when you whimper.
He slips a thumb in your mouth when you gasp at his words, evermore pleased when you lick shyly and close your warm mouth around it.
Makes him want to ruin you. Put something else in your mouth just so he can see that foggy fucked out look you already have in your eyes.
"So sweet, so obedient already. You'd be a good girl for me wouldnt you sweetheart?" You cant help squeezing your thighs together this time. You dont know whats gotten ahold of you. You know you just dont let anyone push their thumb in your mouth. You hardly even let anyone touch you at all.
At that thought, it has you frowning and backing away from his scent, his overwhelming aura. Its scary how much you want to lean in and bask in him.
"I dont even know you- you cant just-" He catches you lightly by the throat to hold you still, making sure he squeezes enough to get your attention, before he presses two fingers inside your mouth objectively shutting you up.
You know if this wasnt a dream you would be screaming and kicking, but its- you cant help but moan. You taste magic on his fingers and it should embarrass you how much you suck harder.
He surprised at how willing you are, perceptive enough to know that its because its him that youre doing it. Greed eats at his heart when he starts to move his fingers back and forth. Mimicking how you would take his cock, and you greedily slurp-looking up at him with such doe eyes. A need to please- a hint of shame, for giving in so easily.
"You will know me soon enough" He is slightly bereft when he takes his fingers out of your mouth, forlorn because he knows hes running out of time. Still that doesn't stop him from using his slick fingers to tap your cheek teasingly.
"You will know who owns you, we'll figure out a title that you can call me later-" You shove his hand away from you, shaking your head to clear your abject lust for him.
"’M not calling you anything no sir o-or master or nothing you weirdo" He stares at you while you stutter and shake and is increasingly amused.
He likes the fire you have. Cute thing you are.
"Pretty thing, I cant wait to see your devotion." With another heated swipe of your lips, you blink and he's gone. Leaving you shaking and cold in your white lace, and…missing the smell of earth and sulfur.
Now to just wake up.
#im politely asking him to ruin me#nacht x reader#black clover#black clover x reader#black clover headcanons#nacht faust#nacht faust x reader#thithesandofferings
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He Would Want You To Be Happy
(Art by me, it is also being posted to day over on my main blog)
Summary: Nacht was never a fan of his birthday for obvious reasons. Asta wants to celebrate it and after Yami foils Y/n’s plan to keep it a secret, Y/n needs to comfort and talk some sense into the Shadow mage.
Word count: 4314
Paring: Nacht Faust x Gn! Reader
Warnings: Talk about Morgen's death and Nacht’s self deprecation, talk of smoking and cigarettes, possibly ooc Nacht, possibly grammar or spelling mistakes
A/n: just wanted to say Happy Birthday to Nacht, the moody mage who would love MCR if he ever listened to it. Any way If you couldn’t tell this is just something i wrote for Nacht from Black Clovers Birthday. It’s a little angsty and a little fluffy, but I hope y’all enjoy. Anyways, have a great day and Remember to hydrate or diedrate. (we wouldn’t want y’all ending up like Morgen now would we.)
I’ve known for a long time that Nacht hates his birthday, and like every year before now I was planning to ignore it like I agreed when I first heard his reason for not liking it. Sadly it seemed that not all of the Bulls were aware of Nacht’s past and well Asta being Asta, started pestering me about when the Vice Captain’s birthday was. I had tried to just focus on going on missions and ignoring the young man, but damn is he persistent. His pestering lasted from the moment I left mine and Nacht’s room in the morning to when I went back to bed, of course he wouldn’t pester me when the Shadow mage was around but it was near non-stop.
All of this led to now. It’s two days before Nacht’s birthday, and all I wanted was for Asta to get hung up on something else. I was sitting in the dining hall just enjoying my breakfast with the rest of the squad, minus Nacht as he was off doing who knows what, when Asta rushed into the room. Trying to hide my groan, I tried to focus on my food.
“Oh, Y/n you’re still here. Now, please tell me?” He said vaguely, knowing I already knew what he was asking of me. His vague question caught the interest of everyone else in the room. The whole squad quickly turned to look at me, curious to what the magicless boy wanted.
I sighed before responding as quickly and with as little information as possible. “Asta, I’ve told you a thousand times already, it’s not happening.” Ignoring the looks of my squadmates I continued eating.
I felt as Asta moved closer to where I sat, clearly trying to catch my gaze and attempting to persuade me with puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Y/n. You’re the only person here who would know, please?” Like clockwork, Asta was back to begging. “Ooooo what if I promise to do all your chores for a month?” And now he’s one to poorly thought out bribery.
Apparently Asta’s poor offer finally piqued Yami’s interest. “Hey kid, you already do all the chores around here. And what are you asking them? From the sounds of it they’ve told you no quite a few times.” Yami spoke, pulling Asta’s attention away from me.
Like an alarm went off in his empty head, Asta quickly spoke. “I just realized you probably know the answer to my question too.” He quickly moved to be standing next to where Yami sat. The Captain raised his eyebrow as if prompting the boy to go on. “Well I was wondering when is Vice Captain Nacht’s birthday? I’ve been asking Y/n because their his partner and I figured they’d know it but they refuse to tell me anything about it. And just now I remembered that you have known the Vice Captain for a long time.” Asta rambled on.
Yami let out a laugh before responding. “Nacht’s birthday is April 30th, but why do you want to know?” The Captain answered without even acknowledging my signals to shut up.
“That’s in two days!! Anyway I wanted to know so we could do something to celebrate his first birthday back in the Clover Kingdom and with the Squad.” Asta explained.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea Asta. There’s a reason -” I tried to explain before Yami cut me off.
“That’s a great idea. Go for it kid.” The Captain encouraged with a laugh as Charmy, Vanessa and Gordon started offering ideas on what the party should be about.
While the majority of the squad was excited to have a party, whether they cared about the reason or not, I quickly left the table. Hoping to find a way for Nacht to not have to deal with the rambunctious squad on a day he normally likes to be left alone on. Before I could get very far Yami stopped me. “Come on Y/n, you know Nacht needs to loosen up a bit, and a birthday party is perfect.”
“You know that’s not what will happen, you also know why I wouldn’t tell Asta in the first place. Now if you’ll excuse me I have things I have to do.” I said in a rather aggressive whisper. It’s true that Nacht could stand to lighten up, but something just feels wrong about all this. Especially Yami encouraging it, he knows what Morgen’s death did to Nacht. Trying not to focus too much on what I was going to do two days from now, I started to get ready for the rest of the day.
Luckily by the time Nacht returned to the base that night everyone had stopped talking about the surprise party they were planning. Unfortunately, Nacht is a very perspective person and quickly picked up on the fact that something was off. Being the only person he truly trusted, he quickly approached me. “What happened while I was out?” He asked voice never changing from his normal level tone.
I took a moment to finalize my thoughts on what was being planned by our insane squadmates. “Nothing much, just Luck stole some of Magna’s food again and the resulting ‘fight’ has left everyone tired.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Luck did steal Magna’s food again and the fight lasted most of the afternoon leaving everyone annoyed with the duo. Even though Nacht was well aware of the chaos the two caused, it was clear from the way he squinted his eyes at me that he didn’t fully believe what I was saying.
“Okay, let’s head to bed. If everyone is finally this quiet we may actually be able to sleep a decent amount tonight.” I let out a sigh of relief accepting the hand he offered, glad that he wasn’t going to press further on the subject.
Time skip to April 30th
I had accepted that no matter what I did, Nacht would have to deal with what the rest of the squad had planned. If he gets upset about it then so be it, I tried to prevent it and even warned Yami that it was a bad Idea and he knew it. I just hope Nacht believes that I did in fact try to stop it. Okay and maybe there is a part of me that hopes he is okay with it and actually has a good time.
Anyway the morning was the same as always, except for Yami making Nacht stay at the base because he had a so-called ‘emergency captain’s meeting’ to attend and wanted Nacht to make sure no one blew up the base. With the fact that Nacht was forced to stay back at the base, breakfast was quieter than it normally is. Most of the squad tried to hide their plans for the evening and the others had already left the base to get what supplies they had been trusted to get.
The rest of the day was pretty much the same, everyone quietly trying to bring in food or decorations for the planned party without disturbing the Vice Captain. Which was admittedly harder said than done as Nacht decided he was going to sit in the living room of the base reading and occasionally chatting with Gimodelo. You might also be wondering what I was doing during this time, and well the answer is simple. I’ve been trying to make sure neither Nacht or his Devil actually figure out what's happening before everything is ready, while also trying to act normal.
Turns out I’m not the best actor, as just after Vanessa walked through with yet another crate of booze, Nacht decided to speak up. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not participating in any of it.” I just looked at him shocked. “Don’t try and hide it. I sent Plumede to check on things here the other day while I was out and they informed me that the others plan on throwing a party.” He explained, voice never changing from its normal tone.
I took a moment to think of how to respond, finally deciding to stick with my original plan for when he found out. “I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, but you know how Yami is. He likes to mess with you and I bet him encouraging Asta and the rest to go through with a big party is just another one of his plans to get under your skin.” I started to explain, expecting a sigh or comment about how much he dislikes Yami, but when I looked back at him, he was frozen. His face mostly still showed no emotion but his eyes were slightly wide, like he just remembered something important. “Nacht? Are you okay? I am truly sorry I know how difficult today can be for you. I really did try to keep Asta from finding out but again Yami likes to cause trouble and he wouldn’t listen to me.”
It was silent for a few moments before Nacht stood up and turned towards the door. However before he could reach it, Asta busted through the door. “Oh, Vice Captain, I was just coming to get you. I also wanted to say Happy birthday.” Asta spoke, not receiving any response from the quiet mage, who just kept walking to the door. “Uh Y/n, is everything okay with the Vice captain?” Asta asked as he watched Nacht leave, not even bothering to acknowledge his squadmates trying to get his attention.
“No Asta, nothings okay. This is why I didn’t want to tell you his birthday.” I said quickly before going after Nacht. “Nacht wait a second please. Talk to me.” I called after the tall man, unfortunately it seemed he was unreachable at the moment. As I finally made it out of the hideout about to reach out for him, Nacht used his magic to slip into the shadows and disappear. Dropping my extended arm, I stayed in my spot for a moment just staring at the shadow my boyfriend had used as an escape route.
My thoughts were interrupted by the rest of the squad coming to find out where Nacht had run off too. “Is everything alright? The Vice captain looked upset.” It was Finral who spoke first. His question was followed by a chorus of ‘is he okay?’s and ‘what happened?’s .
I sighed before deciding it was probably best to just explain what I know. “First, I don’t know if everything is alright, I’ve never seen Nacht like that. Second, what happened was Asta pushing to find out Nacht’s birthday after being told to drop it multiple times.” My voice was a bit harsher than intended but I was worried that Nacht wasn’t going to come back.
When I turned to the group I could tell everyone was confused, well almost everyone. Noelle on the other hand decided to voice her thoughts on the matter. “So, what you’re saying is that Nacht stormed off because Asta found out about his birthday? That’s just dumb, what’s the big deal? People who care about him want to celebrate him so he should be happy.” While her statement was harsh it was reasonable.
“It’s not the fact that people want to celebrate his birthday. It’s the fact that it’s his birthday.” I started to explain. “He’s never liked his birthday, when he was younger it was because he would constantly be compared to his younger twin. But around two years before I met him, his brother died and now his birthday just serves as a reminder of what he lost. When we met and I asked about his birthday, he made it clear that he doesn’t celebrate it or want to acknowledge it in any way. I agreed and that’s why I didn't want to tell Asta, I didn’t want him to make a big show and upset Nacht. But fucking Yami had to open his dumb mouth and try and cause trouble.” I rambled out, trying to explain why Nacht was upset.
I watched as most of the squad nodded in understanding, with a few mumbles of ‘sorry’s. Once again Noelle decided to speak up more than the rest. “Okay he lost his brother, but wouldn’t his brother want him to be happy with friends instead of alone brooding somewhere?” Again valid point.
Sighing, I responded to the royal. “While I agree with you on that, Nacht has never been the kind to think like that. He’s pessimistic, and it’s hard to get through to him on things like this. Anyway, you all enjoy the food and stuff you prepared. I'm going to wait for Nacht to get back.” WIth that I headed inside, leaving the rest of the Bulls outside with the barbeques they had set up in front of the base.
At around 8pm, the doors to the base opened. Hearing the creak I sat up straight hoping it was Nacht, but unfortunately I was greeted by the distinct mana of Yami. I groaned before going back to waiting in silence. Sadly Yami had other plans. “You know you should go talk to him.”He said, voice gruff as always but with a hint of concern for his old friend.
“Why do you care? You’re the one who told everyone his birthday and said he just needs to loosen up.” I said, giving him a glare before looking back to where my hands rested in my lap. “Besides, where would I even look for him?” I said quietly.
I heard Yami huff as he sat next to me on the couch. “I’d bet he’s probably in the same place I found him on the first birthday after Morgen’s death.” I turned slightly, raising a brow at him. “I’m trying to say he went to sit and wallow at Morgen’s grave. It’s where I found him multiple times before he met you.” Yami explained. “Also, the idiots told me what you said about me wanting to cause trouble for Nacht, and while it’s not entirely a lie, I just wanted Nacht to realize he can finally be happy.” With that Yami stood up leaving me to think on what he said.
Deciding that both Yami and Noelle had a point. Nacht does need to realize that it’s okay to be happy and enjoy his birthday with the people who care about him. After thinking about what I was going to say, I left to go get my boyfriend and hopefully talk some sense into him.
I had visited Morgen’s grave before so I knew exactly where to go, and after my conversation with Yami it was no surprise to see the cloaked figure sitting near the headstone. What was a surprise though was the distinct smell of cigarettes wafting from the shadow mage. Before I could say anything I heard the sound of Gimodelo talking, and decided to listen for a moment.
“Mister Nacht, why are you out here alone? Y/n is probably worried after you left without a word.” The small imp said to his friend. While Gimodelo doesn't like most people other than Nacht himself, he’s always been kind to me so it was no surprise he was worried about my feelings on the situation. “Also when did you start smoking again? Y/n won’t like that.”
“Be quite Gimodelo, Y/n won’t mind because Y/n won’t know. Now buzz off.” With the command to buzz off the imp disappeared. I should have been upset by the wording but all I could focus on was how broken his voice sounded.
Deciding Nacht had enough time to brood alone, I moved to stand next to his sitting form. “You know, if you really are smoking again you’re going to start smelling like Yami and neither of us want that.” I said hoping to lighten his mood even if only a little bit.
Instead of responding Nacht just kept staring at the headstone in front of him. “Nacht, It’s okay to be sad and miss Morgen. But you can’t just storm off because your friends want to celebrate your birthday.” I started. “I’m sorry they found out about it, but after talking with everyone I realized something and you need to realize it too. Morgen would want you to be happy and have fun, not spend your birthday alone and upset.” As I spoke I lowered myself to the ground, quickly grabbing the pack of cigarettes from the ground beside him and stuffing it in my pocket so he couldn’t light another.
I had expected him to say something along the lines of being fine with ignoring his birthday, but what he actually said surprised me. “I forgot it was my birthday.” Hearing that I looked at him confused. “I spent so long in the Spade Kingdom focused on stopping the Dark Triad that I never noticed my birthday had passed. When I figured out everyone was setting up for a party, I thought it was one of Yami’s usual plans to make me bond with the group, but then you mentioned it being for my birthday and it all rushed back.” It was no secret that Nacht spent years trying to help the neighboring country but I had no idea he was focused enough to forget his least favorite day of the year.
“I trust that you tried to keep Asta from finding out and that it was Yami’s doing, so don’t think I’m upset with you. I’m more upset with myself. It’s my fault Morgen had so many birthdays ripped from him. It should have been me, I should be the one buried under this stone, not him.” Nacht had voiced how much he blames himself for Morgen’s death many times before, and each time it was the same. “Morgen would be so much better at this and he would have been better for you.” Okay, blaming himself and wishing he was dead is nothing new, but suggesting Morgen to be a better choice for me is completely different from past conversations on the topic.
Before Nacht could continue, I decided I had enough. “Nacht Faust, I have heard all of this from you before, and each time I’ve told you the same thing. It’s not your fault your family led you down a questionable path, and it’s not your fault Morgen stepped in to stop you. Suggesting Morgen would have handled your death better than you are handling his a decade later is bullshit. I may not have met Morgen but if he was as caring and kind as you and Yami have told me, he would probably be doing exactly what you’re doing right now. And as for saying he would be better for me, that’s a lie. I fell in love with you. I love how you’re blunt and don’t let others' emotions affect you, I love how even though you act like you hate the Black Bulls, you still stick with us. I love how you put your own life on pause to prevent Psychopaths in another country from destroying the world. I love you for you, so stop putting yourself down over something that happened in the past and think about all the good you have done since then.” I rambled on, hoping to get my point across.
“Like I said before, you have people here now who care about you and want to take the day to celebrate you. You should be happy and having fun. Again I may not have known him but Morgen loved you enough not to tell the rest of the Magic Knights at the time about your devils and instead risked his life to save yours. Morgen would have wanted you to enjoy each day and I bet he would have been overjoyed to hear you found people who love and accept you.” I finished leaning my head on his shoulder. The whole time I spoke to him, his eyes were set on the gravestone in front of him, but it was clear from the way his shoulders relaxed and the sigh he let out that he listened and understood.
We sat like that for a while, just sitting in silence thinking. It was Nacht who broke the silence first. “Thank you. I know I can be difficult to deal with. And I’m sorry for just walking out and not talking to you. Also you’re right, Morgen would have been overjoyed that I found you, and the Bulls even if I hate to admit it.” It was strange hearing him admit that he found some where he belonged, but I couldn’t hold back the smile.
“Okay so now that you’re done wallowing, how about we head back to the hideout and hope that Charmy and Asta haven’t eaten all the food.” I said, raising my head looking at him. He turned and gave a gentle smile with a nod. “Good let’s go. Also be ready to come back here with me tomorrow.” I informed him as we stood up, earning a confused look from the shadow mage. “Every year on May 1st I bring Morgen flowers for his birthday.” I explained watching as Nacht’s face went from confusion to shock to thankfulness.
“Thank you.” Was all he said before taking my hand, and activating his magic to transport us back to base.
When we arrived it was clear the rest of the Bulls were still enjoying the food and free time Yami had given them for the evening. Our arrival didn’t go unnoticed, because as soon as we emerged from the shadows Asta basically bounced over to us. “Vice Captain Nacht, I’m sorry I upset you and didn’t listen to Y/n when they told me no.” Asta apologized quickly.
Before Asta could start rambling too much, Nacht silenced him by simply raising his hand at the boy. “It’s okay Asta. I just need to come to terms with a few things and Y/n helped me with that. Now if there’s any left I would like to eat and possibly chat with you all.” Nacht explained to the boy, but directed the last sentence to the rest of the Squad who were watching the conversation.
It was clear everyone was stunned by Nacht saying he would like to actually join them. Unsurprisingly Vanessa was the first of the group to speak up. “Of course Vice Captain, how about you start off with a nice drink?” She said slinging her hand over her shoulder waving a beer in Nacht’s face. Seeing Vanessa offer Nacht a drink everyone else started to approach him. Offering food, asking to talk with him, or in Luck’s case asking to fight him.
As the night progressed it was nice to watch as Nacht relaxed and actually spent time with the Black Bulls. It was clear that he had finally accepted that this was his family and that they would always have each other's backs.
“You know I don’t think I’ve seen him smile this much since before I joined the Magic Knights.”It was Yami who walked up beside me.
I smiled as I reached into my pocket handing him the pack of cigarettes I had taken from Nacht earlier in the night. “Before you ask, no I didn’t buy them for you, our dear self deprecating friend over there had them when I found him. I figured it’s probably best to give them to you so he doesn’t fall all the way back into that habit, and I know you won’t let the money go to waste.” Yami was about to respond when Nacht joined us, wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me to his side. “Nuh uh, I was nice earlier because you were upset but now that you’re functioning like a person again Imma make this clear. One no hugs, cuddles or kisses until you have bathed at least twice to remove the smell of the five cigarettes you smoked from your person. Two If I ever catch you with one again I’ll make sure cigarettes are the thing that kills you, as I’ll stuff the whole pack, wrapper and all down your throat.” I said pushing the mage away, and going to join Vanessa in trying to get Zora and Grey to stop hiding in corners.
As I walked away from the Captains I could hear Yami cackling as he slapped Nacht in the back. “You messed up buying these, didn’t you buddy?” The Captain of the Black Bulls laugh could be heard for miles as he watched Nacht’s face go from shock at my comment to murderous intent at Yami’s.
Turning to the boy’s one last time, triggering yet another laughing fit from the dark magic user, I made one final comment. “You also owe Gimodelo an apology for telling him to buzz off.” With that I turned to start dragging a cowering Grey from under one of the tables set up outside.
By the time everyone called it a night, it was nearly 2am. As me and Nacht got ready to settle in for the night, I couldn’t help but smile, earning a quizzical glance from the mage sitting in front of me. “I’m just glad to see you relax and get along with everyone.” I said, placing a kiss to the top of his head as I helped brush his freshly washed hair. He just gave a quick nod before relaxing into my touch, having long since expressed how he enjoyed when I brushed his hair saying it helped him relax. After finishing with Nacht’s hair, we both moved to lay down. Sharing brief good nights, we both quickly fell asleep, at peace with our minds and looking forward to facing the future with our large chosen family.
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Short Nacht x Reader - angst
where y/n rejected her boy best friend.
(I want to read one but there are little nacht fics so here I am whahaha)
Quick reminder that I'm new to this, there might be A LOT of errors since I'm just starting to writee :)) (srry if this is a lil cringe )
"Everybody said, "Follow your heart". I did, it got broken"
My heart, it's broken. I didn't know what to do anymore. I ran and ran until I got tired. I don't know, I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost!! I liked him. But I chose my career because of it. It's the only thing I have. I'm not ready. I need time
As I started to mutter I heard some footsteps. My eyes widened as I quickly grabbed my pocket knife from my bag. My hands are shaking but my eyes are fierce. I swear, if this is another pervert guy I'm gonna cut his balls. But then I saw a white streak hair. It's him. My other friend.
Nacht Faust. Brother of Morgen Faust. I remember that Morgen rejected me. I cried that day, thinking am I enough? Why did he not like me back? But here I am, my other friend suffering because I rejected him. Going back to Nacht, he reminds me of my rapist to be honest. That awful attitude, I hate injustice to people like him. He doesn't deserve to be in my place right now, especially that I'm in my safe space.
You. You! What are you doing here!? I spoke with anger, I'm ready to push him but he noticed that I'm grabbing a knife.
"Well, looks like my innocent friend is holding a knife, keh, are you going to kill me?" I smirked even when I'm trembling. I'm not afraid of death anymore. Like I said, I have no purpose anymore.
"Me? Killing you? Let's see, Faust." I quickly moved to pin him down but he already started to take my knife. I forgot this guy has skills. His legs kicked my other legs. He has reflexes, I thought. As I'm finding an opening he already took both of my hands and tied it. He fell down and since It was raining, I was soaking wet.
I started to cry, losing hope. "Fine you win… I'm this type of person right? I always Fail, now I hurt another one… tell me…am I selfish?? I hate this!... I hate this…Nacht.
"Hey. I didn't know that…you felt like that I'm sorry..Y/N." he hugged me tight. He never did this before. He was never this soft. He may be mean, but….
"I'll always be right here by your side, remember that. I'll help you move on. Come with me, let's sing a song like you've always wanted" he takes my hand.
"I sincerely apologize since you 're losing your cool. I have to pin you down" he smiled. It was never fake.
"Tch, I know that I'm a soft person today. Don't get used to it, okay?" He removed his jacket and placed it on my shoulders.
"Make sure to return it, smarty head" we both walked as the rain started to stop. "Thank you Nacht" I replied with a tired smile. This is just a bad day, not a bad life.
I opened my eyes, it's 2am. My tears fell as I wiped it. Sniffing because the dream felt real to me.
"Thank you Nacht. You're my moon" I began fixing my bed and started studying again. Knowing that there's hope for everything. I can still be myself, not jealousy, no hate, just me, loving myself. Along with my vice captain being with my side.
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~ 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @happyglittertaco 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙽𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝~
You ran outside your house as you saw the mailman arrive, bringing along with him hope, the hope of some news.
It had been months since you had last received a letter from Nacht and by now you were terrified, it wasn't like him to disappear or to skip something like him.
You looked at the mailman hopefully, who sorted through the letters and handed some to you.
You quickly looked through the letters, finding that one the others the last thing on your mind when yoy saw a familiar envelope with an even more familiar handwriting on top.
Tears of relief and joy escaped your eyes and you tore through the envelope. Something fell from the envelope and you realized that they were rose petals, red and beautiful. You smiled as you carefully collected them before finally reading the letter.
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Hello I want to request for headcanons or fics whatever you're in the mood for with fue, nozel, nacht and Julius they wake up in the morning and see their s/o whos period spills onto their bed and she wakes up and is super embarrassed about it
If you're uncomfortable with the topic you don't have to write for it tho it's okay
Hello! No worries, I'm not uncomfortable with blood or periods ^^
This turned quite long, but hopefully you don't mind. The guys are worried about reader being alright, but do comfort the reader, all in their own ways. ^^
Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Nacht x f!reader, Julius x f!reader
Fanfic type: Headcanons
Genre: general/comforting
Total length: ~2.1k
Warnings: a lot of mentions and depictions of blood (since periods are a main topic of this), the guys being a little worried since blood spilling in the bed isn't common at all to them, but it's a kind of .. hurt-comfort I suppose
Fuegoleon
He has always been one to rise early. That is not to say that if he can spare the time, he doesn’t mind sleeping in, especially after you came a part of his life. And it was also this morning that he was the first to rise.
For a while he simply lied there, next to you and admired your sleeping form next to you. But he didn’t want to wake you up, so he thought that he might just as well get up and do a little morning exercising.
He pushed aside of the covers and sat up, but as he turned to take one more glance of you, he saw blood, under you, staining the covers.
His immediate thought was about you being alright. But you were breathing, and there weren’t signs of distress, which meant that it must’ve been your periods. And for a while he wondered if he should really wake you up, instead of having you lie on bloody sheets.
But as you begun shifting around, and woke up, little by little, he didn’t need to wonder about it.
He sat onto his side of the bed, and placed his hand onto your side, stroking you. “Good morning,” he wished with gentle syllables. “How are you feeling?”
You stretched and greeted him with a smile, but as your consciousness came through from dream lands, you realized that you were feeling a bit… sticky, and the sheets felt a bit wet. Which could mean a couple of things. That you had been sweating in your sleep, or…
So, you sat up, without a reply, and uncovered yourself, only to see bloody sheets, which is why you hastily pulled the covers back over you while staring down to your hands.
You couldn’t believe that your periods had come in early. Or was it really early? Had you just forgotten about where you were in the cycle? In any case you started doing the math in your head, while not daring to look at him. But still, you managed to mumble out a “I’m sorry…”
He placed his hand onto your shoulder, and, even without looking at him, you heard his tender tone. “It’s alright,” he told you. “Periods are a completely natural thing to have.”
Carefully your eyes started to lift from the sheets to him.
“Are you… in pain?” He inquired, telling you that the sheets were the least of his worries.
“A… little bit,” you admitted because the period pains were also creeping in on you.
He pulled you close, and assured you that it’d be alright. His right hand settled onto your lower stomach, and added a bit of warmth to soothe you. “It’ll be alright,” he repeated, and simply held you close, stroking you and focusing on being there for you.
And you… you did feel loved and cared for. For a moment you even forgot about the sheets, but it felt wonderful to know that there was no shame in showing him that you were on your periods.
Nozel
Light started to filter through the curtains to Nozel’s eyes, waking him up. And he knew that he should get up. Get to work. Complete tasks that were on the list for the day, but… the bed was warm. Soft… and most importantly, you were there.
So, he rolled over, and wrapped his arms around you, as much as he could while lying down, and snuggled close to you. But as he settled there, next to you, his hand brushed something… wet? Sticky? And as he ruffled the sheets, there was a faint scent of iron.
He felt his stomach twist, and his heart begun racing, which made him wide awake. But as soon as he was, awake, eyes open. He tried to reason to himself.
No one could have gotten in. And hurt you. So it must’ve been something else.
Regardless, he sat up, and tried to inspect if anything seemed amiss. And as he pulled his hand away from under the covers, there were red stains covering his skin, which caused him to promptly pull aside the blanket to see the sheets under you stained with blood.
You awoke to the sudden movement, and looked at him with a frown, as he looked under you.
Your eyes followed his gaze and saw the stains as well, filling your mind with questions about if you were supposed to have your periods already. But the questions only crossed your mind for a fraction of a second, as embarrassment took its place, making your cheeks feel warm.
“I’m-, sorry,” you apologized not daring to meet his gaze, as you were afraid that he’d say something… something less than pleasant about it. Or perhaps would wish to have separate beds from now on, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about waking up in a pool of blood.
But instead, he took your hand and looked at you. His lips were parted, as if he was thinking about what to say. And he continued to think for quite a while, until he frowned at his own ability to say The Right thing, if there was such.
Then he closed his mouth, only to open it up again as his eyes averted. “If you wish, we can… go wash up as the servants change the sheets,” he stated. “And we’ll… find a solution.”
“I’m… sorry,” you apologized again, while looking down again.
“It’s not your fault,” he interjected. “It was unexpected,” he continued while giving your hand a squeeze, which gave you the reassurance you needed to look at him.
His cheeks were tinted with a hint of red, and his eyes were still to the side.
He wasn’t trying to guilt you, but instead he was trying to solve it. Solve the situation where you were still sitting on bloody sheets, while circling around commenting on the state of the linen.
But most importantly, he wasn’t trying to blame you.
“I’m certain it’s unpleasant to wake up in… such a state,” he said. “So, if you wish, we can-, freshen up.” He meant well. And honestly, it wasn’t fun to sit there, feeling the sticky, drying period blood on you, along with the creeping period pain.
“Let’s do that,” you finally admitted with soft syllables, with which he lead you, still holding you by the hand, to the wash room. He made sure you had the softest towels, and that the water was warm enough, before telling the servants to change the sheets.
Nacht
Nacht usually wakes up quite early. That is if he has fallen asleep in the first place, since he is quite a bit of a night owl. Though he might prefer “creature of the night”, if he had to choose, not that he necessarily would take kindly being called either by anyone aside of you, because from you it comes with love.
However, this morning, he was up, walking around with a book in hand instead of sitting down to read it, as he passed by the bed where you were still sleeping.
You rolled over in your sleep, pushing aside a lot of the covers as you did so, which revealed a large crimson stain under you, which made Nacht stop.
There was a passing, split second of pain in him for seeing so much blood under you. But he is able to keep himself calm, and collected, because this must simply be your periods. After all, you were moving around and breathing with no sounds of distress, so it was something natural. And periods were by far the most common explanation.
But there was still something so unsightly in the idea of you having to lay in, essentially, a pool of blood. It must’ve been rather uncomfortable.
So, he sat down to the edge of the bed, and gently shook you awake.
“Good morning,” he wished with a gentle tone of voice, to which you replied with a sleepy tone of your own.
But as you regained your consciousness from the dreamlands where you had ventured in your sleep, you begun to feel… something sticky? Wet and… less than nice?
You tried to prop yourself up and as you did, you looked at your hand which was now covered in a thin layer of blood, which was when it dawned on you: the bed was stained from your periods.
You averted your gaze, still looking down to the sheets and apologized. It’d be a pain to get the stains out of the sheets, not to mention the mattress. And you didn’t want to be a burden on him.
But after the apology had flowed out from you, he asked: “Why are you apologizing?”
You looked at him, and there was that smiling expression, but in his smile, you could see a faint frown. Because he didn’t really understand why you needed to apologize for something that you had no control over.
“Because… I stained the sheets…” you replied.
“It was an accident, of which you have no control over. But we can get around it by tracking your cycle in a calendar and taking precautions,” he stated, trying to find a solution.
You nodded, because it did sound sensible. And he was solution oriented to a lot of things, but that didn’t really help with your emotions right there and then.
“We will manage,” he still continued, and took a hold of your hand, while pulling you close. His left hand settled to your head, and pressed it against his chest, as his right held you from the waist.
He might not have been the best at offering words of comfort, but he wanted you to know that he was there for you when you needed it. And he always would be.
Julius
If he can, he likes to sleep as late as possible. That is if he doesn’t have a plan on going anywhere, aside of work.
And thus, in his sleep, he rolled over and snuggled close to you, smiling widely. Because… why wouldn’t he? He was right there, with the love of his life, in a warm, soft bed without a care in the world. If he didn’t count Marx bugging him about paperwork, which wasn’t really a care in itself either, since there was a point in doing the work. A very valid point at that.
But for now, he simply wished to snuggle next to you for a few more minutes, so he pulled you closer, reached a little further around you and there was… dampness? Stickiness? But it didn’t feel like anything he was necessarily familiar wi-
Then it dawned on him. It felt a lot like blood. But you were sleeping blissfully in his arms. He could feel your chest rising and falling, and there were no signs of uneasiness.
He propped himself up, nudging you unintentionally in the process, which caused your eyes to flicker open.
“Good morning,” you smiled to him as you were coming to from the sleep.
“Good morning,” he wished back. “How are you feeling?”
You hummed for a while, then realizing that there was something… something damp and it… wasn’t quite sweat, because sweat wasn’t this sticky and… You got up, and reached under you, only to pull your bloodied hand back and look at it.
You could have prepared to this, or that was what you thought to yourself. You could have been counting days there was to your periods. Though there was sometimes bound to be some variation, and considering everything that had been going on lately and-
“Are you in pain?” He asked, waking you from the train of your thoughts.
“I’m sorry… for staining the sheets,” you replied, not really answering to his question.
He blinked for a moment, before letting out a laugh. “We can always get more sheets,” he smiled to you while pulling you closer. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he assured you.
You turned to look at him, the best you could, and quite simply looked at him. And he just smiled in return.
He smiled that bright reassuring smile of his that made you think that everything would be alright in the world, no matter what. He wasn’t mad, or upset with you. To him it was simply a part of life.
And you could always get more sheets.
#fuegoleon x reader#fuegoleon vermillion x reader#nozel silva x reader#nozel x reader#nacht faust x reader#nacht x reader#julius x reader#julius novachrono x reader#black clover fanfiction#black clover headcanons#black clover x reader
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baby we’re at 31k on the nacht fic and nowhere done yet
#should i upload? should i upload in parts? who knows#nacht#nacht faust#black clover#black clover fanfiction#nacht fic#nacht x reader
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Hello!Congrats on your 1.7k!♡
For the event can i request royalty/prince AU with nacht faust and f!reader?
Where nacht and the reader meet each other at a lake near the palace on the night when they were little,and because of that they became friends until adult.
Love your headcanon and scenarios you made (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
{1700 event}
Happy 2023, my dear followers, I've finally sit my ass down to get some works out! :3
Oh god this is sucha sweet request! thank you for sending this in. Royalty AU with Nacht aafghjlshaggf!!! He's such a prince good lord.
AU: Royalty AU
Character: Nacht Faust x F! reader
tw: long ass for aine's standards.
[10 Years ago]
Your dad had a job in the Royal Realm so you tagged along, just out of boredom and to see how the royal realm looked like in compared to your common realm.
It was BORING. the people were all quiet and none of them looked sincere. They gave you and your dad weird stares. You couldn't wait to go home.
At night, you decided to walk around the quieter side of the realm, although the people were crappy, the nature was beautiful. The trees were huge and the leaves were green and healthy.
The apples that grew on them were huge and bright red. The flowers seemed more vibrant. And the lake.. The water was clear blue and a little shiny under the moonlight.
*sniff sniff*
Wait. was that sniffing? You followed the sound that you heard. And you saw a young boy. He sat under the tree right beside the lake, his head in his hands and his shoulders trembling.
"are you crying?" you crouched beside the boy, who appeared to be around your age too.
He looked up at you, red streaks in his eyes and quickly wiped his eyes, "no i wasn't!"
You sat beside him, not wanting to expose him, "why are you here alone?"
"I ran out of my home."
"... why?"
"Because they are all biased! They love Morgen more."
"Who's Morgen?"
"My twin brother. He's friendlier. Smarter. Mom and Dad loves him more. I can't do anything right. I'm too dumb."
"Don't say that. I'm sure you're good at things that he isn't good at!" you looked at him with determination in his eyes.
"You're not from around here, are you?" Nacht asked.
"Er... Yeah. I'm from the common realm" you said quietly.
"What is it like there?" he asked with curiosity in his eyes. You could felt that this stranger wasn't like the rest. He didn't look down at you like the people you met today.
And so you started to talk. About your home. About how although the rivers weren't as blue, the grass weren't that green, but the people there were all friendly and caring. Everyone had a family and sharing spirit.
Nacht listened, his sky blue eyes lighted up as his mind painted a picture of a beautiful place outside his boring castle. He wanted to visit this place called 'common realm'.
"Bring me there." he said suddenly. "I'll leave with you tomorrow."
You stared wide eyed at the boy in front of you. "Tell me where to meet you."
"Are you crazy?"
"No, my name is Nacht," he raised his hand for a handshake.
"y/n.."
"Great. see you at 9am tomorrow at the kingdom realm gates?"
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As promised, he met you at the gates on time and went with you to the common realm.
The common realm was indeed what you had described. Nacht was curious and spontaneous, which made the citizens in the common realm warm up to him really quickly.
You introduced him to the street markets, the neighbours kids who welcomed him and played with him; they taught him how to play marbles, hop scotch, police and thief and they even shared their snacks with him. Regardless of age, gender and size, they were all friends and welcoming of each other. Nacht loved the culture of the common realm, it was just so different from his royal realm.
"let's do this again. Every month! I'll come over and you can bring me to explore the whole common realm."
And that was how you and Nacht became friends for 10 years.
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[now]
It has been 2 months since Nacht came to visit. He has never missed a single month for the past 10 years. Although his timings could be unpredictable at times, he would always come in the end, every single month, without fail. Even though you both had already explored every single land of the common realm AND the foresaken realm Nacht has never failed to come monthly to meet you and hang out.
He said it was a great 'breather' from the kingdom back at home. You both always exchanged stories from your own realm, Nacht's stories mostly consisted of him doing things that he hated to do; following ridiculous rules like always bowing to your elderlys even though they never acknowledged you.
3 months. And not even a letter. You started to get worried about him, did something happen? You decided to make a trip to the royal realm to check up on him. Maybe he was very sick? Or injured? He did mention that his parents always forced them to go devil hunting....
Of course you were denied entry when you tried to enter the kingdom. There were so many palace guards and with security and a nobody like you, wearing normal clothes easily got the attention of the guards. They denied you entry and didn't even pay much attention to you.
It was only when you took out a pendant that Nacht gave to you a long time ago, he said he got it for his 21st birthday but he didn't really like it. You showed one of the maids that were coming back from their errands.
"You are a friend of master Nacht..?" Even the maids were skeptical. Well, you couldn't really blame them since your clothes looked like theirs but they knew you should be someone special, seeing that you were young and polite.
Thankfully their palace maiden was smart enough to bring you through one of the back gates and brought you from the back palace, away from all the royal personnels.
"Master Nacht hangs at the back garden a lot these days.. maybe you can find him there." the maid gave you a sad smile, something that told you that something was not right.
You came into the garden from one of the side gates and you saw two Nacht. Right, he had a twin brother, Morgen. You recalled. One of them had blonde hair and the other had black hair. Did Morgen have blonde hair? The Nacht you knew always had black hair.
You slowly went closer to the both of them.
"I suggest that you don't upset mom any longer, Nacht." The black haired twin spoke to the blonde.
Wait- Nacht dyed his hair blonde??
"hah, and marry that good-for-nothing princess?" Nacht rolled his eyes at his brother.
Marry??
"You know that's what mom wants and she doesn't have much longer so..."
"Why don't you marry her Morgen?" Nacht scoffed, "since you're going to be king."
"What makes you think i'm going to be king?"
"Why not? You're everything that they wanted their son to be. You're the golden kid."
Morgen Paused for a moment, before clearing his throat, "Dad wants you to be king."
There was silence between the both of them.
"I know it's hard to believe Nacht, but he says I'm a goody two shoes and i lack the guts, whereas you have keen senses..." Morgen laughed.
"And you're ok with that?"
"We're brothers Nacht, I know you'll take care of me when you're king." Morgen smiled at his brother.
"Who's there?" Nacht looked in your direction. You panicked. Keen senses indeed...
Before you knew it the Faust twins stood before you, both of them stared at you wide eyed. Nacht in surprise and Morgen in confusion.
"y/n, what are you doing here?" There was a little remorse in Nacht's voice.
"you know her?" Morgen asked Nacht.
"I- uhm.. got worried so..." your tongue stumbled to find words.
"Sorry y/n..” he pursed his lips, as if trying to find the right words to say, “I was caught up with stuffs so.."
"Yeah, caught up in getting married I guess," there was a little hurt in your voice that also made Nacht's heart wince.
"so she's the reason you don't want to get marry princess h/n?" Morgen looked at his brother.
"Morgen could you just give us a moment alone?" Nacht death stared at his twin, to which Morgen gave you a little bow and smile and left the gardens. Nacht led you to a nearby bench and both of you sat down.
"I don't want any of this arranged marriage thing." Nacht started to speak. He was like your same old Nacht, except that he looked a little different in blonde hair.
"But it's against your mom's wishes, so you have no choice?"
Nacht looked at you. You knew him the best. He didn't have to say anything and it was as though you understood him, even better than Morgen did.
"technically i have never listened to my parents since young so.." you both chuckled at his joke, until Nacht's expression got solemn again, "but she's dying, y/n. and it's her final wishes."
"why this particular lady though?"
"She's the daughter of the king of the diamond kingdom. And now I just heard from Morgen that dad wants me to take over as king so that now makes sense to me. It's just for political reasons at the end of the day."
"but you being king means that you have to attend to king duties, right? And you'll be real busy." you gave him a sad smile.
Nacht sat in silence.
"Hey, I'm still mad at you for ghosting me for 3 months. Couldn't you even write a letter?" you burst the silent bubble.
"I asked Butler Jimmy to come tell you in person!" he turned to you in surprise before he realised something, "oh..."
"what 'oh'?"
"hah he's working for my mom afterall... maybe that's why she wants me to marry so quickly." he laughed a bitter laugh.
"I asked you this question before but you couldn't really give me an answer then. So now, what is it that you really want Nacht? I'm sure you thought about it before. You can't be thinking of sneaking out monthly for your whole life to the common realm..."
"I just want to live a life without rules and boundaries and be carefree. I want to surround myself with genuine and kind people and that's impossible here in the royal realm."
"But if you marry this princess and you become king, you can do anything you wish and you can change everything."
"so i should marry this diamond princess?"
"Why not? The diamond kingdom princess is rumoured to be pretty and smart." You said to him but your heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. You couldn't deny it at this point, you have loved Nacht since you had no idea when. But thinking of him being the king and being able to make changes to this hierarchical culture of the clover kingdom, you felt that it was for the better good..
Nacht sat in silence again as though really thinking through about your idea.
"and what if, when I become king, I won't get to see you and the people back at the common realm as often anymore?" he cocked his head to the side to see your face better.
"I'm just a nobody, Nacht..." you sighed, "if you being king means that the clover kingdom will be a better place, then I guess everyone will understand and root for you..."
"do you like the garden, y/n?" he suddenly asked.
You blinked at him and then paused for a moment to have a good look at your surroundings.
It was a small garden, but it had all your favourite flowers neatly planted on one half. The other half, you both sat on a little bench and there was a little hopscotch nearby. There was a beautiful oak tree with a treehouse on top.
Below, there was a little ground where there was a white circle, just like that one in your backyard where you and the kids played marbles together. There was a little pond where there are turtles and cheap fishes like those in the common realm, where the villagers all came forth to take turns to take care of the aquatic animals.
"Nacht.. this is-"
"Where i come when I miss the common realm."
It was your turn to keep silent now.
"Every month when I go over, i bring home an idea and I replicate as much as i can here. I also bring home a pebble or a rock and it's all there." he pointed to the pond.
You stood up to get a closer look, and sure enough, surround the pond were the kinds of pebbles you would see in the common realm. In different shapes, colours and sizes they surrounded the pond.
"Do you get it now?"
"G-get what?"
"I can have my own 'common realm' right here in my garden, but it's the person that's with me that makes it different."
"Since when did you become such a sentimental person?"
"Since I dyed my hair blonde," he laughed at his own joke.
"I can be king but I know I cannot change the mindset of the rich. And i don't blame them. It's just different perspective in life. Well, I can make changes and slowly changes their perception but it would really take a long time, or even past my generation."
"well, at least you can be the start to something different." the aching in your heart wouldn't go away. You knew this wasn't what you wanted, but you knew that it would be the best decision.
"you might be right y/n. actually, most of the time, you're right. except when you said that minty raspberry ice cream flavour would taste nice..."
"It wasn't that bad!" You laughed at his joke and gave him a playful smack, " but seriously Nacht, go for it, I believe in you."
“Thanks.” he patted your head, sending tingles all the way down your spine, “I'll be real busy for the next few months, y/n. I'm sorry I won't get to visit the common relam.. but I'll definetly pay a visit when everything is settled down.”
"sure." you said with a forced smile, "I have to get back now, before my dad realises I snuck out."
"Then I shall sneak out for a bit to send you back, since you came such a long way?" he gave you a grin, but in fact, he wanted to spend more time with you.
"Sir Nacht!" a maiden called out, "The queen..! Something is wrong!"
You both looked at each other with widened eyes.
"Just go Nacht, I'll be fine, take care of yourself." you pushed him away and you started leaving the garden from where you came from.
Nacht wanted to tell you to just wait for him. To wait for him to attend to his mother so he could send you back home. To wait for him to settle his family affairs. To wait for him to be king and when the time was right, make you his queen as well.
As he looked at your retreating figure, he thought about how you said you were just a "nobody". A "nobody" that took up so much space in his mind and heart. Because of you, he wanted equal treatment across all realms. Because of you, he had to be king, so there would be change and that you'll never be a "nobody" anymore.
But he couldn't bring himself to tell you to wait. Because he himself didn't know how long it would take for him to accomplish everything. Maybe you should really find someone nice and have a happy and simple life, just like he always envisioned to have his whole life.
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[half a year later]
You looked at the papers: "Nacht Faust, our new king with great visions. " you smiled to yourself. Nacht Finally became king. You were excited for the new things you believed he would achieve, excited for the changes that were about to come.
"He is rumoured to be in preparations to Marry h/n, the princess of the Diamond Kingdom" the last paragraph wrote.
Your heart sank as you read this. You knew it was inevitable, but yet the news still hit you like a train going at miles an hour.
It's been 10 years. 10 years since you first met him. You knew him like the back of your hand, or even better. But yet at this moment you found yourself guessing about what Nacht was thinking. Did he really like the princess? Was he really going to conform to the rules and marry for politics and power? That wasn't the Nacht you knew. But then again, the Nacht you knew didn't have blonde hair as well.
People change, and maybe he did too. It's time for you to move on as well. Looking at the face on the papers. It was so familiar to you yet it suddenly felt distant. Like somebody you used to know...
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[another half a year later]
There was news that the king would be visiting with his royal family. You were excited to see Nacht again, but the word royal family sent your heart into a faze again. Your mind flashed images of Nacht and a pretty queen by his side.
The day came and finally, from afar you heard a commotion. The new king was here to visit his people.
It was crazy. There were animals, carriages carrying gifts, marching bands, almost like it was a parade. You stood at the top of the tree house in your garden, overlooking the entire scene.
And there he was. Nacht, surrounded by guards but looking spectacular and handsome in his royal king robe. His hair was black again, pulled up nicely in a nice pony tail. The Nacht you have always known since you were 15 was right before your eyes.
At that moment, as thought he knew where you were, he looked up at your direction. He gave you a little grin. That grin he gave whenever he met you when he came to the common realm. The grin that was ready for more adventures.
He flew away from the crowd and landed straight in front of you.
"hi." his familiar ocean blue eyes smiled at you.
"your majesty," you gave a little curtsey, which made Nacht chuckle.
"cute." his smile was soft now, "how have you been?"
"fine, I guess. been busy with the harvesting season.." you looked at him properly now, he haven't really changed, but you could see the eye bags underneath his eyes. he must have worked hard day and night since he became king. "you?"
"busy and tiring. but i'm glad to be here again after so long." he looked around.
"I... heard you were marrying the diamond kingdom princess.." you just had to ask. You had to confirm it yourself and hear it from his mouth.
"Yeah.. that's what the rumou-" the noise from the marching band drew closer and closer that Nacht couldn't really speak. You heart almost broke into pieces, you were going to meet the queen.
They finally reached your door step. "I brought some gifts for you and your family, y/n."
You were trying hard to stop the tears from welling up, you forced a smile. You didn't want any gifts. You wanted Nacht.
There was a carriage waiting. That must be her inside.
"We don't need all these gifts..." you spoke bitterly as you looked at the exquisite clothes, jewellery and many boxes in front of you.
"er.. well.. is your dad in?"
"Oi!! Nacht!!" Your dad called out to him from afar, pulling a wagon of his harvest. "Been awhile kid!"
Nacht rushed over to help your dad and the dozens of guards flocked over to help, seeing their king do so.
"so erm, Uncle L/n, I'm here to officially ask your daughter's hand for marriage and to seek your approval."
WHAT? you blinked. twice. thrice.
Nacht turned around to look at you, "I think you didn't get the memo when I spoke to you about the garden back in the royal realm, y/n."
Your dad roared with laughter seeing your dumbfounded expression. He patted Nacht on the shoulders. All the guards tensed up, and Nacht shot them a glare.
"You're a good kid Nacht. Our country is safe with you. I knew this day would come. Take your gifts back, we don't need all of these, just take good care of my precious daughter."
"What???" you finally found your voice, "I thought you married the princess or whatever!"
"as I was saying... That's what the rumours said..." he sighed and looked around at all the people that were now gathered outside your fence, "meet your new queen."
The people and your neighbours cheered loudly for you. They've seen the both of you for years and they were all happy for you.
"What happened to politics and all?!" you were still struggling to accept everything. "and excuse me, did I agree to all of this?? what if I want to stay here and help my dad and..."
"well, the king has the final word I'm afraid," he gave you his usual smirk. "your dad will move with us if he wants. He's have a mansion of his own back in the castle. if he doesn't want to, I'll have guards and maidens waiting on him."
You looked at Nacht, the tears falling off your cheeks as the stone in your heart was lifted off your chest. you couldn't believe it. everything felt like a dream.
"hey hey..." Nacht looked at you with concern as he wiped the tears away from your cheeks, "do you really not want to marry me..?"
Nacht was usually confident with what he did. He came today wit excitement and joy, being finally be able to marry the only girl of his life. but he never thought about the possibility of you not wanting to marry him.
His heart raced as he suddenly thought about the possibility of you having someone else in your heart. Afterall it's been a year since he saw you and he only met you every month.. and he was the one that ghosted you so, what if..
Nacht Faust was sweating under his tunic.
"No... I mean yes.."
Nacht's heart was almost at his throat at this point.
You took a deep breath and Nacht found himself doing the same with you.
"I just thought all along that you'll be marrying someone else and now you're saying you're marrying me and I was all sad for a year for nothing and I hate you for that and yet I love you at the same time-"
Nacht pulled you into his embrace when he heard what he needed to hear. He held onto you so tightly like he wanted to all these years. From the day you reached out to him. To a young boy crying at the river banks. Not even knowing who he was, never wanting anything from him except his company, he knew you were the one since long ago.
Marrying whoever else was never an option in his mind. And today he finally gave you what you have always deserved.
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Nero : *sees Y/N and Nacht together*
Nero : "They're cute. I would put them on a boat."
Finral : "You mean... you ship them?"
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Candygram
Summary: It's Valentine's day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a Candygram.
Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, fluff, sfw
4.8k Words Master List
“Just do it.” Robin said, following your line of sight to the booth in the corner of the Hawkins cafeteria. It was a simple table with a red cloth thrown over it and a handmade banner that read ‘CANDYGRAMS $1’ and was decorated with tacky hearts.
Every time you glanced over at the booth, your heart would start pounding and your stomach would twist in knots. You had never considered yourself to be shy before, when you first moved to Hawkins a few years ago, Robin had joked that you didn’t need a welcome wagon because you had thrown yourself into band and had introduced yourself to everyone with ease.
You had masked your anxiety over being the new kid with an overinflated sense of confidence and it had worked out really well for you until you caught feelings for the freak who sat next to you in remedial science.
“I think... I would rather chug formaldehyde.” you said slowly, staring so hard at the offensively pink and red booth that Robin was sure it was going to catch flames.
“Either go up there and buy a candygram or I’m going to do it for you.” Robin said. “If I have to hear you waffle about this for one more day I’m gonna rip my hair out.”
“But if I send him one, then he might actually acknowledge me and realize I might have something resembling a feeling for him, and that’s just not really cool, you know? Goes against my chill and mysterious personality.” you said, leaning back on your chair with a cocky grin.
“Last night I saw you and Steve cry over Bambi.” Robin deadpans.
“Okay, so we were drunk and also shut up.” you snorted, rubbing your face.
“How are you going to know if there’s anything there if you don’t even take the chance?” Robin scolds. “Come one, I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’m surprised the whole school doesn’t know-”
“Again, cool and mysterious personality.” you tried again.
“Plus I know he’s just as weird as you.” Robin continued, ignoring you. “I mean, last week I saw him get Jason Carver to back off one of the freshmen by pretending to exercise a demon out of him!”
You stared at Robin for a beat before thunking your head on the lunch table. “I’m going to marry him. Holy shit, he actually tried to expel the demon lurking in Carver?” You were laughing at the thought.
During your first senior year and his second, Eddie Munson had caught your eye when you had the same lunch period. He was loud and energetic and so fucking weird you couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. Had your parents not forced you to stick with band, you would have considered joining Hellfire. Unfortunately even with this last go-round as a super senior, they still made you stick with it despite your senioritis reaching terminal levels.
You never had a good opportunity to talk to him, and the more time passed the harder it became to justify just randomly approaching him. This semester you finally had your opportunity when you’d been put in the same class and sitting next to each other no less. Still, the most you’d been able to say was “yeah, sure” when he’d asked you for a pencil once.
Four weeks sitting next to Eddie, and you had barely spoken to him while noticing every little thing about him. He read a lot in class when he could get away with it, and doodled in his notebooks constantly, especially dice and dragons seemed to be the biggest theme. His school notebook wasn’t nearly as filled in as his Hellfire notebook, and he was always fidgeting in class. He also didn’t talk much, and at least once a week he’d end up falling asleep in class with his head in his hand.
“There’s not gonna be a wedding if you can’t even talk to the guy.” Robin said. “He’s not even scary! Dustin comes in to talk to Steve all the time about Hellfire. He’s just a dork.”
“I know and that’s the problem.” your voice was a strangled laugh mixed with a groan.
“You showed up the first day of band and introduced yourself to everyone, even if they weren’t in your section. What is the hold up with you talking to Eddie?” Robin pried.
“Because back then, it didn’t matter.” You looked over at Robin, poking at your mystery meat. “When I first got here it didn’t matter if anyone liked me or not. I was only supposed to be in this school for a few months and then graduate. Then I didn’t. I could handle it if someone didn’t like me. None of you were really supposed to matter to me. No offense.”
Thankfully, Robin didn’t seem offended. “You were just making nice with the inmates until parole.” she joked and you nodded.
“Yup, and then when I realized that I was going to have to actually have a full other year of school, that meant that I was going to have to care if I was ever gonna graduate.” You continued. “Luckily you saw through all my bullshit bravado and started dragging me to movie nights with you and Steve.”
“Yeah yeah, we love friendship. So what does any of this have to do with Eddie?” Robin said, not needing you to explain the backstory that she had been present for.
“It means that with Mr. Munson, I unfortunately, care so fucking much what he thinks of me.” you relented. “He’s the biggest freak in school, and the dorkiest loser, and if I try and talk to him and he’s not interested in talking back I won’t be able to take it. Robin, I will simply lay down and be dead for the rest of my life.”
“That’s not how that works, you can’t be dead for the rest of your life.” She shook her head, her brows furrowed. “Because if you’re dead then... you’re not alive”
“Schrodinger's corpse then. Alive and dead at the same time.”
“Look, just send him the stupid candygram. The worst he can do is say no.” She stood up from the table and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go.”
And that’s how you ended up at the booth, jotting down Eddie’s name on a piece of paper and shoving a few quarters in the till with Robin looking smug. “I doubt he’s ever gotten one anyway, if anything he should be thrilled that someone wanted to send him one.”
“If this kills me, Steve’s in charge of the music at my funeral.” you sighed.
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Candygrams were being handed out and delivered through the week. You weren’t paying attention to what period they were supposed to be handed out, and so when two students in obnoxious heart shirts and fake wings burst into your science class with Eddie right next to you, you were about ready to throw yourself out a window.
No one was surprised when Janet and Charlie were tossed a few candygrams, but everyone’s head whipped around when the red heart shaped lollipop and card was set on Eddie Munson’s desk. Eddie himself seemed more surprised than anyone.
He had the lollipop in his mouth before he even opened the note attached and you were seconds away from bolting out the door. With any luck, maybe he didn’t know your name even after weeks of sitting next to each other.
“Who’s it from, freak?” asked Patrick, the basketball jock who sat a few rows ahead. That earned a few snickers from the class.
“It’s from your mom.” Eddie said without missing a beat and taking out the lollipop. “Tell her I say thanks.”
More laughter from the class as Patrick stood up as if ready to fight, but the teacher quickly told him to sit down.
Shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You felt a bit guilty that your candygram had kicked up a fuss, but at least Eddie didn’t out you as the person who sent it to him. In fact he wasn’t looking over at you at all.
You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he flipped the card around, as if looking for something. All that was written was his name and “YOU’RE SWEET!” written in cheesy font and his name scribbled in your handwriting.
And nothing else.
You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry at your stupidity. You’d been so jumbled and nervous that you’d forgotten to sign the damn thing. Robin was gonna have a field day with this one.
Eddie kept fidgeting with the card through the rest of class, twisting it and bending it until it was as crumpled and torn as your heart felt. He shoved it in his pocket and didn’t even glance at you as the bell rang and he stood up and tossed the eaten lollipop stick in the trash.
It’s not personal. You told yourself. He has no idea who sent it to him.
That’s when you had a horrible idea, so stupid it might actually work.
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“Explain how this is going to work again?” Robin asked. “You’re going to keep sending him lollipops this week until he notices you?”
“Sort of.” you said, buying another candygram. “I’ll just send him a few joke ones as a feeler and if he responds positively I’ll come clean. If not, I keep my dignity. It’s a win-win.”
“Since when do you care about your dignity?” Robin sorted.
“Since I caught feelings for the least dignified guy in school, I guess.” You knew it was stupid, you knew it was ridiculous, but you already messed up once so you might as well lean into it. You scribbled his name down, this time signing it with a satisfied giggle. “This is so dumb.”
Oh, but it was so worth it. You had bought it before school started, guaranteeing that it’d be delivered the same day, handing over a crisp dollar to Nancy Wheeler who had volunteered for the booth. If Eddie had been surprised the first time, he looked almost shocked now.
Eddie, sorry I forgot to sign the first one! This card said, once again not giving away any sign of who it was actually from. You saw his eye sparkle in amusement as he ate his lollipop, and this time the card was read over a few times before being carefully tucked into his dungeon master notebook.
By the third day, the novelty of Eddie Munson getting candygrams had worn off with the rest of your class, but Eddie’s grin only grew wider each time.
“Anything for me, Cupid?” Eddie asked as the student council members walked back in to hand out more lollipops.
He whooped as another one was dropped on his desk and he snatched up the card quickly and you had to cover your face and bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling at his excitement.
Eddie, sorry I’m so bad at remembering to sign these things! I just get way too excited about sending them out that I lose focus. So anyway this card is actually from-
You had carefully spaced out your writing on the small rectangle of paper so that it left absolutely no room for you to sign your name. Eddie looked downright giddy as he read the note over and over. Seeing him so happy made your stomach burst into butterflies and even if he decided after this he wasn’t interested, this was enough. Knowing that he was smiling because of you was enough.
Someone said your name and you looked up, surprised to see one of the student council members standing next to you and handing you a candygram. Your eyebrows shot up as you took it with a thanks and opened up the card.
Who had sent one to you? You’d been so wrapped up in your little scheme you didn’t even consider that someone would try and send you one either.
A smile tugged at your lips as you saw your name and a small drawing of what looked like an egg in a nest as the sender. Robin, of course. Probably making fun of you for sending candygrams to Eddie without signing either.
You tucked the candygram in your own notebook safely and dared a glance over at Eddie again. You hadn’t expected for him to be looking back at you, and your heart jumped in your chest. He unwrapped his lollipop and lifted it slightly as if he was trying to toast. You held yours up as well to him, an off sense of camaraderie between two people who had their day temporarily disturbed for commercialized love.
Thursday came around, Valentine's day proper, but they’d be doing one last day of candygrams on Friday as well. This was a fundraiser after all, and capitalism trumps any semblance of real sincerity. Well, you said that but that wasn’t exactly going to stop you from continuing your little plan.
Today was the day you were going to pull out the big guns. You handed over a full $5 to have a carnation sent to Eddie, as well as a return to sender card to Robin for being a good friend.
“Shouldn’t he be the one sending you a flower?” Nancy asked, handing you the card to write on. You wondered how Nancy had time for all of the extracurricular activities she had going on, working with the student council and the school newspaper.
You just shrugged at the question, not realizing how wide you were smiling or how obviously warm your cheeks were. To anyone with two eyes, you were glowing and to anyone with one eye, you were phosphorescent.
The disinterest that your classmates had from the last two rounds perked back up with a flower was delivered to Eddie that afternoon.
“For little old me?” Eddie said, batting his eyelashes at the delivery boy as he took the carnation. You giggled to yourself as he opened the card again.
Man, I’m bad at this aren’t I? Don’t worry, this time I’m writing very small so I have room to sign this card. Seeing you light up when these get delivered has made my whole week, and totally worth it. Anyway this is from-
To be fair, you had actually signed your name this time. However this time you had made an attempt to erase it with one of those erasers. The horrible stiff ones that only made big smudges and made the mistake worse and nearly tore through the paper. You had carefully looked at your smudged signature for a long time before deciding it was illegible enough to send.
Eddie faked a swoon in his seat, nearly toppling over onto the floor. “Come on!” he laughed, pushing himself back upright, smiling with his whole face. He looked over the note again, something clicking in his brain and you quickly looked down at the book you were currently pretending to read.
“It’s someone in here.” you heard him mutter to himself and your heart started pounding in your chest. You focused on your breathing to try and stop yourself from giggling and giving yourself away.
“Stop sending yourself stuff, Munson. It’s pathetic.” Patrick called out.
“If you wanted me to be your Valentine, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask nicely.” Eddie said, but he sounded distracted as his eyes scanned the room for any hint of who this mysterious person is. “And next time, I’m more than happy with just the lollipop, it’s saving me on smokes.”
You didn’t even notice the lollipop on your desk until class had started back up. Unfolding the card you smiled to yourself, seeing that it was from Robin again. This time the egg in the nest had a crack in it and seemed to be hatching. You’d ask her about it later.
Nothing said during the rest of class even registered with you, every word was in one ear and out the other. This had been a fun week sending Eddie all the lollipops and flowers but tomorrow was the last day to have something sent to him.
Were you going to sign your name? That’s the million dollar question. You had told Robin that you would if Eddie seemed interested, and he had made it clear he was enjoying the attention.
But would he still enjoy the attention if he learned it was from you? You two weren’t exactly friends, but not complete strangers either. He didn’t seem to dislike you, after all he’d raised a toast with you with your lollipops the other day.
Well, if you were gonna put yourself out there, you were gonna do it on your own terms.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Robin said that Friday morning as you dropped a handful of ones on the table for one last hurrah.
“Nope, I’ve committed.” you said, taking the small stack of cards and getting to work.
“I’m going to have you committed.” Robin shook her head. “I mean, this is actually insane, you know that right? There’s no reason to go through all this trouble, when you could just talk to him.”
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that, Buckley?” you asked, as you added one letter of your name to each of the cards. “Gotta make him work for it.”
“So you’re gonna give him a Valentine's themed word jumble as your big sign off?”
“Yup.” you confirmed, adding his name to each of the cards. He’d get them all in one go and then it’s up to him to unscramble your name and figure it out.
After that... well, the ball is in his court.
Besides, if he liked the lollipops enough that he’d reach for one instead of a cigarette then that’s good enough.
“You’re such a weirdo. You deserve each other.” Robin went on. “The Weirdo and the Freak. It’s like Beauty and the Beast except.. Not.”
“Robin, don’t you know three languages?” you snorted finishing up your stack and handing them over to be sent. “You are so much smarter than me, but this is where you lose words?”
“It’s Friday and I haven’t had coffee.” she pointed out. “Oh, thanks for sending me one by the way.”
“Yeah, of course. I mean you sent me one so I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging.” you nudged her playfully.
“I didn’t send you one.” Robin looked at you, confused.
“What?” You reached into your backpack and pulled out the notebook where you had placed the card and handed it to her. “But that’s a robin’s egg...?”
“It’s an egg, probably.” Robin agreed. “But I’m broke. I didn’t send any out.”
You stared at the card with new eyes. If she didn’t send it, then who did?
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“Holy shit.” Eddie muttered as a bag of lollipops was dumped on his desk with no rhyme or reason, earning a round of laughter and snickers from the class. The teacher had long since given up on trying to keep the class’s attention when the Cupid’s showed up.
He sorted through the cards, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked at the different letters on the cards until he found one that had real words on it.
Figure it out, Sucker <3 Eddie’s face was a wonderful mixture of amusement, bewilderment, and mild offense.
One of the Cupid’s handed you another two lollipops as well. One was actually signed by one of your friends in band, and the other had another doodle of an egg. This time the egg was completely hatched and there was some sort of weird bird flying off.
Not a robin. You decided, trying to figure out what it was supposed to be.
You barely paid attention in class for the rest of the hour, your attention split between the three egg Valentines you received and the man next to you. Eddie had pulled out his Dungeon Master notebook to try and decode your message. You felt flattered that he was using his favored notebook to try and figure out your puzzle.
Eddie was sucking on one of the lollipops diligently as he scribbled down random letters. Now that you thought about it, you’d never seen him look so studious in class before. You wondered if this is what he looked like when he was working on his campaigns and your brain decided to give you a treat of a daydream where the two of you were sitting around in your room while he explained his campaign and how he’d love to have someone like you join Hellfire-
It was three minutes before the bell, and that meant just a few minutes until your last period and the weekend. With Valentine’s day falling in the middle of the week, most of your friends were going to be off doing things with their partners. Maybe you, Robin, and Steve- no wait, Steve actually got dates. Robin worked on the weekend.
Maybe Eddie- NOPE. Not going there, you were not about to get your hopes up for this.
You glanced over at him again, looking at his notebook to see if he was anywhere close to decoding your name. Eddie had the worst handwriting you’d ever seen and so you would be surprised if he could even figure out his own notes. Between unjumbling your letters, he had started doodling in the margins. You assumed that they were D&D monsters from the look of it, since none of them looked like actual animals except for the bats in the corner.
The only other thing you recognized was a dragon, drawn in a larger scale on the side of the page. It’s wings were expanded and it was flying off, and from this angle it looked like a weird...
It looked like some bird
Some sort of weird bird
Your head snapped back down to the card in front of you. This wasn’t a weird bird. It was a dragon. A dragon hatching from an egg. An egg that hatched a dragon. A dragon that was drawn with the same pose as the one in Eddie’s notebook. Eddie’s notebook had your dragon no wait, your card had his dragon-
Eddie Munson had sent you the cards.
Eddie had-
“Oh.” You said out loud. You were nearly fighting back hysterical laughter at this, and you pressed your hands against your face, with your shoulder shaking with repressed laughter.
Why the hell had Eddie sent you those cards? The two of you had barely spoken to each other!
You did the same damn thing, dipshit. You reminded yourself. In fact you had gone way harder than he had. But what did this MEAN?
The bell rang and everyone scrambled to get out of the classroom, and before you could say anything, Eddie was off and running out of the classroom at the speed of light.
What was that about?
Robin was right. If you were ever going to have a chance with him, you were going to suck it up and talk to him, even if it meant possibly embarrassing yourself. Plus, finding out why he sent you three candygrams was currently trumping any fear of rejection. Curiosity killed the cat, but at least he died satisfied. You’re pretty sure how that saying went at least.
You knew that Eddie had Hellfire today, it was Friday and he and all of his friends had been running around in their club shirts. With a deep breath you...realized you had no idea where the hell they actually met.
This whole thing could have been planned better, actually.
You started walking around the school blindly for any sign of the signature baseball tee that they all wore. If you found one of them, they were sure to lead you to Eddie. God, you felt like a stalker.
There. Long dark curls against a stark white shirt with black sleeves. Your heart leapt in your chest, and you had to make the choice now.
“E... Eddie! Wait up!” you called out, walking quickly towards him.
When he turned around to look at you, you felt the air disappear from your lungs. How was it possible for him to be so beautiful and why the fuck did no one in this school seem to notice?
Eddie pulled the lollipop he’d been sucking on out of his mouth, surprised to see you.
“Hey.” he said. “Uh... you sit next to me in class.”
He was either playing dumb, or you were about to make an ass of yourself. But, like Robin asked, since when do you care about dignity?
You reached into your bag and pulled out the candygrams that had been sent to you and holding them out.
To your relief he gave you a bashful smile. “Guess you caught me, huh?” he asked. “You solved my Valentine’s puzzle.”
“I have a pretty high intelligence when I apply myself.” you said, which only made him grin wide. “But I gotta say, Munson. I’m actually a little disappointed. I mean, sadistic and scary dungeon master of the Hellfire club, and this is the best puzzle you could come up with?”
He crossed his arms and took a step towards you. “Well, I don’t know you as well as I’d like.” he said, and your stomach erupted into butterflies. “Had to start somewhere.”
“I guess I had to be sneaky and pay attention to you to figure it out. You’re hard not to notice, you know.” you admitted, crossing your arms as well to mimic him.
“Being The Freak means I fail most stealth checks.” he shrugged.
“High charisma though.” you threw out there, hoping that line would land and to your delight it did.
“It’s the Munson Magic. I come by it naturally.” Eddie’s smile was so wide it was cheesy but shit, it was working on you.
“Not great intelligence though.” you smirked at him.
“Oh? And how do you figure that?” He looked a little offended now, and you saw his shoulder stiffen as if he was waiting for this to suddenly go south.
“Spell my name, Eddie.”
You could see the lightbulb go off in his mind and his eyes widened.
“You- wait, you were the one who kept sending me the cards?” Eddie looked nothing short of bewildered and ecstatic. You had a feeling that if things went well, you wouldn’t have to worry about ever knowing what he was thinking as he wore every emotion on his sleeve.
“Surprise?” you asked, playing with the strap of your backpack.
Eddie licked his lips, chasing the last of the flavor of the sucker he’d been eating. He looked at you, as if searching for something, and you cut in before he had the chance to find it.
“Do you want to hang out sometime?” you asked, a little louder than you meant to. “Like, just us.”
“Do you think you can handle a date with The Freak?” Eddie asked, standing a little straighter. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, and I promise the worst of them are true.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Eddie, I’ve always wanted to join Hellfire.” you smirked. “I’m sure there are worse things for a first date than sacrificing someone to Satan, or summoning demons, or joining a cult.”
“I’m a gentleman, I would never ask a lady to summon demons on the first date. That’s at least a third date activity.” Eddie held his hand to his heart and raised a hand as if making an oath.
Oh yeah, you were going to marry him. You were already picturing proposing to him and taking him away from this town.
“Then how about dinner at Benny’s?” you suggested. “Burgers and shakes on me and you can tell me more about Hellfire and dragons and I can give you a spelling lesson.”
Eddie ran his ringed fingers through his hair and you giggled as the rings got snagged and he struggled to untangle them.
“It’s.. a date then.” he said, but it came out as more of a question, as if he was asking if this was really happening.
“A date.” You agreed, handing him your number, having come prepared.
As you began to walk away, he called out after you.
“Wait! You said you wanted to check out Hellfire, right?” Eddie said and you turned to look at him. “I’m... I’m actually running a one shot tonight. Kind of beginner friendly enough. I don’t often do this in the middle of the semester but one of our usuals dropped out because he had a date so... we have an open seat at the table. If you think you can handle it.”
Your smile widened as you walked over to him. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”
Eddie offered his arm to you, as if he were a gentleman which you took eagerly.
“So... how do you actually spell your name?”
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Dear Reader, I hope you have the easiest name to spell because that would make this fic at least 3% funnier. Also, I'm proud I got this done before Valentine's day because I never even finished my Halloween or Christmas fic. Be proud of me.
Please reblog if you enjoyed it <3
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