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Expectations from the eldest daughter
Summary: There is bound to be expectations when you're the eldest of a Royal House. But how does Mereoleona think about it all?
Contains: Completely canon typical
Genre: General
Characters: Mereoleona Vermillion
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I recommend listening to Haley's "Gasoline" in the background
When I was 14, I thought about my grimoire. I thought about what it’d mean. I thought about what it would make me.
But I didn’t want to become the very thing it’d make me.
The grimoire, the role, the expectations.
To be the eldest daughter of the House of Vermillion. The heiress to the title and the make-believe crown.
Insanity.
Crazy.
That is what people think about turning down such things.
Wasteful.
That I am wasteful, because I wouldn’t make myself into what they want me to be, the people of this kingdom. That I am wasting my power and talent.
They’d tell me that I am a royal. They’d tell me that I am a knight. I am a product of the generations that have preceded me. That I am a part of the very thing that runs this kingdom, just because of the family that I’ve been born into.
But I was never the perfect daughter. I was never the perfect royal, who’d curtsey and smile and speak in a manner fit for the court.
For that too, they’d say that I’m wasting my education.
…
They’d deny my existence in the place of who I’m supposed to be for them. That I can’t anymore be a ‘foolish little girl’ running off into the woods because now the fate of the kingdom is leaning on me.
They’d tell me to lose the delusions and wake up. Try to shake me by the shoulders. Insist that I’m heartless if I choose to make my own path.
…
So I thought, back then.
That I must be broken of a royal.
But at least I was an intact person.
Perhaps that was always the difference between me and them, those who’d only whisper, and never say them to my face.
I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees.
And that life isn’t for me.
The books, the court, the responsibility. They were never for me. Too much of a fuss over nothing. Rooms full of people who talk a lot but say very little. Some people thrive in it. Some people can navigate through it while holding on to a backbone and a set of morals.
But me… I would be ingulfed by rage. By the deceit and lies of the courteous smile, hiding ragged teeth.
The beasts of the Strong Magic region are more fitting opponents. At least they’re honest, when they mean to maim you.
And now… that I’ve had my grimoire for so many years, I think it wouldn’t have made me into anything. It wouldn’t have meant anything more than simply gaining a tool.
But.. it doesn’t mean that I would have been any more fit for that role.
Perhaps I am a failure of an older sister. Perhaps I am a failure of a daughter. And… perhaps I am a broken royal.
But I am still an intact person.
And I will make something out of myself. Because this wasn’t me giving up on myself. This wasn’t me giving up on the path that I’ve set on myself, my own strength and growth. Because I have always existed outside of those norms, the set of regalia. I wouldn’t know how to live by pursuing them.
But it means that I have to be stronger than anyone holding that sceptre, in order to be seen as someone to look up to. Someone worthy of the House, the Name, and the Family.
Because I am still an older sister. And the job of an older sister is to protect.
If there is something that I want from my family, is that they may look up to the person who I am, and tell me, that they’re proud of me and my own strength.
I am not weak. I know so.
I am royal. Even if I don’t appear to be.
I am a daughter. Though a shirker.
I am a sister. Though absent.
I am not a lady.
I am a warrior.
I am the First Born of the House of Vermillion.
I am Mereoleona Vermillion.
I am the Uncrowned, Undefeated Lioness.
And I do not need your crown.
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DM: You meet up. The three of you, the devil in the hood, the rat, and the puppy, and Lenny somewhere in the pocket dimension.
-Black Clover DnD
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Headcanons
"What is it like living with them?"- Captain x f!reader
A/n: I'm at my creative peak for the Black Clover fandom and I have a lot of drafts to post here about it. I hope I can post some more this week.
Tw: slightly suggestive
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Yami :
Living with the captain of the black bulls is like a complete married life, with children included (in this case they are his squad members)
You won't have a minute of peace because he'll always be teasing you here and there and he won't have peace either because the brats always call him to train and when he doesn't, it's Julius who's calling him on a mission again.
He, in turn, can't wait to get back to HQ to be with you. Yes, he loves to see you opening your arms to welcome him back.
He will ask you to bring him toilet paper in case Asta forgets to put a new roll in the bathroom. You're the only one he lets into the bathroom when he's there.
Needless to say, he will kill the poor boy for forgetting about it.
The squad members see you as a motherly figure and whenever the captain tries to slice one of them, they run away and hide behind you and you always defend them. Yami doesn't like to get into trouble when you're around and he quickly changes his personality to someone calmer.
He likes to go out with you to drink and gamble, he teaches you a lot about card games. In relation to drinking, if you are resistant to alcohol this only brings advantages as he likes someone who can accompany him when drinking.
There will be many nights when you wake up on the living room floor after a night of drinking.
You almost don't argue because he doesn't like doing it and often prefers to say that you're right just so there isn't a big fuss between you both.
Still regarding arguments, this man also has his bad days so if it's something superficial where you're just making a film, he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom to solve the problem.
You can be sure that you will forget the reason for the argument.
If you want this man's attention, take the cigarette from his lips or hide the pack. You can also steal his sword.
He teaches you how to fight with it but don't you dare break his beautiful sword. He's going to have a heart attack (we all know that he has a little fragile heart🤏🤭) just thinking about having to pay for a new one without even having paid for the previous one.
Julius :
Apart from the part where he has to be away for a long time because he is the wizard king, everything is perfect.
It turns out that most of the time you have to walk behind him so he doesn't torment someone random because of their magic. Yes, he lets go of your hand in the middle of a walk to see magic.
He starts sneaking out of the office more often than before just to be with you. He loves you and it's hard for him to be away from you.
In his free time, he takes you for walks, holding your hand and visiting different places.
It is worth remembering that he will often have to use magic to change his appearance since if he appears as a wizard king among people he will quickly attract their attention to him.
You'll also have to get used to the fact that he always arrives late because of the amount of paperwork he had to sign.
He's always teasing you and it only get worse if you're not paying attention. Please, this man needs attention.
Of course he also likes to make you laugh if you're sad. You are his queen and like a good king, he needs to take care of his wife.
He always makes a point of having meals with you since it's one of the few times you're together.
And if he comes home early from work and you're waiting for him, you have long conversations about everything and everyone before bed. (This man loves gossip and tea and no one can convince me otherwise🤭)
As you are the wife of the wizard king, you are greatly adored and respected by the people and when you accompany him to a ceremony in the castle, there will be many eyes on you. If you are not a member of royalty and those looks are disdainful towards you, he will hold your hand and like to show everyone that you are an incredible person and that he is very proud of you.
Fuegoleon :
Living with this man is a dream. He's the husband material and is always kind to you and always tries to meet all of your needs.
He spends most of the day busy either in the office or training his magic knights, so if you want to go there, feel free, he loves your visits.
You know you've won in life when you're his brothers' protégé. Leopold loves you and calls you to train or do something else. He adores you for being who you are and for taking care of his brother.
As for Mereoleona (How I love this woman😫), she easily drags you to the hot springs to talk to you. She may seem harsh about everything but I assure you that she cares about you.
Proof of this? She always asks if your brother has taken good care of you and if not, she'll kill him for that, even if the poor guy would never be able to neglect you.
I'm not even talking about the part where every time she comes home after being away for months, she always asks you if you're already carrying her nephew. Yes, she is waiting for this and don't make this woman wait.
If he has free time, he will look for you so that you can both go out somewhere, be it for a walk or to eat.
He also trusts you enough to tell you if something isn't going well at work even if he prefers not to because he doesn't want you to worry. He is very selfless and he doesn't want this to bother you in any way, even if you assure him that this doesn't happen.
Just like Julius, if he comes home early, he will immediately look for you. You two also talk a lot about different subjects and besides, he likes to hear your points of view too.
There are also frequent cuddle sessions before bed.
#Black clover#black clover x reader#black clover headcanons#black clover anime#yami sukehiro#fuegoleon vermillion#julius novachrono#yami sukehiro x reader#fuegoleon vermillion x reader#julius novachrono x reader#yess living with Fue would be a dream~
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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨
Thank you so so much Luce, @lyranova, @kalolasfantasyworld and @vilandel T^T (this is my uno reverse card to send it right back to you)
Just some random ones from my playlists
Like you mean it by Steven Rodriguez (inspo for a wip)
Stronger by The Score (this is The Fue song for me)
That Unwanted Anima by The Amazing Devil (Faust feels to me)
My heart's grave by Faouzia
Bad dreams by Faouzia
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🫶 emote~
Used this as a ref (under the cut)
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A night of passion
Summary: Just some steamy, romantic smut (no proper plot) for Fire Vermillion month as well as Kinktober (no I don't have any regrets)
Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader (At 1st person pov)
Genre: Smut
Length: ~2.1k
Contains: Romantic smut, some tearing of clothes, slight nipple play, vaginal fingering, established relationship, no mention of protection, one use of "Fuck me", cervix fucking (?), overstimulation, creampie, double penetration (he uses his fire/mana hand with all the added benefits and more cleanliness), mentions of bodily fluids; semen and vaginal fluids, praising, passion, aftercare (I think that's everything)
Dimmed lights. Starlight glowing from the window, draped by thick crimson curtains. And silk sheets under me.
They feel almost cool.
Almost.
But given how the man above me is anything but.
My beloved. The one my heart desires. The one I crave and thirst and lust night after night.
Because I simply cannot get enough of him.
Granted that he works long days, late nights and most often looks exhausted. During those nights I’m content with curling next to him, while placing my hand onto his chest and simply listening to his breathing as he drifts off to sleep.
But. This night is not one of those nights.
During this night, whether it’s the positioning of the moon and the stars, hormones, or the fact that it feels like weeks since he has last touched me, I don’t think I can quite make due without.
Tonight, my thirst is overwhelming.
Maybe he saw it. The plead, the beg in my half-lidded eyes as I straddled him while grinding my hips right against his crotch that he felt it. How much I want him.
‘Maybe’. Huh, who am I to fool myself. For if he hadn’t seen it, the way I looked at him, the way I licked my lips and bit down on it, would he be there, on top of me, ripping my shirt off with a promise to buy me a new one when I could care less about it. Why would I care when he yanks my pants down with a swift motion, and tosses his jacket onto the foot of the bed with yet another.
His eyes turn to me.
Those rich, dark, deep purple eyes that are like velvet wrapped in satin, when in daylight they’re aching to lavender. Eyes that are full of hunger, the same as mine.
Then he takes a hold of the lower end of his shirt, revealing his pecks, then his broad chest… neck which is so very fun to kisssss…. Strong arms and a fine jawline…
And again his eyes, right before the vermillion locks drape down onto his shoulders like silk.
He chuckles, the corner of his lips turning into a content smirk as he lets out a low… sultry… chuckle…
His lips part, just barely, but they do, as he begins to crawl back on top of me. His frame fully encases me, like he was a beast. A ravenous lion here to feast.
And I don’t mind letting him. I don’t mind being the entrèe, the main course and the dessert.
Actually, I’m asking to be just that. I’m asking to be a feast for him. Just for him…
So, when he lowers down and presses his lips against the skin of my neck I can’t help but gasp. I can’t help but feel shivers running down my spine, because I know this is but a prelude. His breath glides over me, as his mouth leaves sloppy, wet kisses as he keeps trailing down… and down… Pinches my nipple on the way, massaging my breasts for a while with a swirl of his tongue around the areola…
His hand… is faster than his mouth. It reaches down, inserting one finger, then another… a third… and I engulf it all, in.
I can feel him smirking against my skin again, as he already feels how ready I am for him. How I am wet and hot and needy for him.
But I know that it only strokes his lion pride. Because he is proud. Proud of making me feel this way, making me long for his touch this much. So, he glances at me with that devilishly delicious smirk, as his eyes glimmer in the faint light of the bedroom, and begins to climb back up.
His arms settle on opposite sides of my head as I can feel the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.
My fingers grace his sides… his arms… his back… as he quite simply admires me. Just is there, for a moment that seems both long and not long at all, like time itself had stopped still. And I nod.
I nod, and I nod…
And he smiles.
He smiles while leaning back, his hands trailing along the length of my body, until he grabs my hips and pulls me closer, burying his cock all the way to the hilt into me. And I can see how he’s biting down his molars from how warm I must feel around him. How tight I am to him. Because it must be tight given how well he’s stretching me open, just for him.
I can feel him throbbing in me as his breathing is heavy and rugged, like he couldn’t wait but to pound into me, rearrange my insides time and time again, while painting them white with his cum, only to bury his cock back in to churn the cum in me, only to cum again and again until I overflow.
“Make love to me,” I tell him. “Do me,” I continue, drunk on the sheer amount of my feelings for him, or perhaps just the ecstasy of the moment. “Fuck me. Fill me. And then cum once more to make it flow out.”
Words I probably should say. Words I probably shouldn’t speak out.
But I do.
And he looks at me. His eyes lock together with mine to make sure that he heard right. Those purple eyes… Royal purple… Still dark and dimmed with how much he craves for me.
His grip grows tighter, fingers burying themselves into my ass cheeks as I can feel him still pulsating in me, the tip of his long, thick, cock pressed right against my cervix.
And I nod.
I nod to tell him that I meant it.
I meant it.
There’s a smirk that rises to his lips. An almost devilish grin as his lips part only barely.
“As my queen desires…” he purrs, murmurs through the air with a lick of his lips and a tone that is low and quiet. Sultry and decadent.
He pushes forth, rolling my hips as he positions himself directly on top of me, knees bent so that I can feel his balls pressing on my lower set of lips.
And then he rolls his hips, making sure that there is pressure to my clit. Making sure that every time he rolls his hips, he hits the sweet spot inside of me and that his cock is kissing the very entrance to my womb.
After all, if he pours it directly in there, he’ll have more space to fill.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praises with yet another roll of his hips, a gentle motion, even if it keeps massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I moan out his name, and see that smirk widen.
“Go ahead,” he tells me. “Cum, my love.” It’s a strange combination of a command, a plea and an implore.
He pulls his hip back more than before, only to slam back in with the rolling motion. Pounding into me with individual, heavy, thrusts that taste like his devotion and hunger.
I cum for the first time. Eyes roll back and my hands grasp the sheets as he continues the gentle motion all through my climax.
“Again,” he tells me as drool starts dripping down the side of my mouth.
He props himself with just his left hand, as his right travels down to my clit, applying both pressure and warmth in a combination that makes me clasp onto him. One hand on his shoulder and the other on his back, fingers pressed into his skin.
And that is when his lips latch onto my neck. His warm breath glides all the way down to my collarbone sending waves of warmth rushing through me.
He doesn’t need to tell me again, since I climax again, and even through the haze I can feel him smirk in triumph against my skin.
“You’re doing so well, my beloved,” he praises me again as he begins to move back.
“Wait,” I manage, gripping onto him, sinking my fingers deeper against his muscular back. “Give me a moment…” I plead, I ask, I wish… because I don’t want him to go.
“I’m right here,” he tells me as he brushes a few locks of my hair away from my face. “Just tell me when,” he places a kiss onto my forehead, which is enough for the moment.
The rush is wearing down, just a bit, but that bit is enough.
“Okay,” I nod, out of breath. “Continue.”
And I don’t need to tell him twice.
Oh by the gods how I don’t need to tell him twice.
He leans back, only to flip me around on the bed, ass high up in the air as if on display for him. And as I move my head to look between my legs, I can see my own cum running down my thighs, dripping onto the sheets.
I can feel his broad hands on my hips, palms pressing onto my ass with a grip that is securing, as if I was going somewhere.
And he thrusts in me. With a single, slick motion. Again all the way to the hilt.
Because he doesn’t do things carelessly.
He doesn’t do me carelessly. But with intense, certain, heavy motions that feel almost drunk with lust and crave and love and passion he feels for me.
And then he growls. “So good…”
I don’t think he realizes the words that left him. I don’t think he noticed to be speaking, growling and grunting out loud, but I don’t care!
Not as his pace is quickening. Not as I can feel his balls hitting against my clit with every smack of his hips against mine. Not as I can feel his cock burying itself into me as he comes, and warmth fills me.
He pants.
But just for a few seconds. Then there is a brief silence and a chuckle.
He leans forward, pressing my upper body more securely against the sheets as he starts pounding again, as his cum is churning up inside of me.
“I wonder…” I hear him half utter, half growl, as I feel his right hand trailing from my hip, onto my ass, and then… something warm tracing around my other hole, something warm.
Then he penetrates me again.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he commands me as his thumb is pumping in and out.
If I had the sanity left, I would have to admire his control over his flame arm. But, I don’t, and alas, I am merely drowning in the ecstasy of him filling me, claiming me, marking me.
I can feel my walls clench around him as the knot in my stomach only intensifies as I moan and gasp and I can feel my hips trying to match his movements out of impulse, but I-, can’t-, be-cause, it-,
And-
Jusss-t
I hear him growling behind me, right before my eyes roll back and the sound of blood rushing through my ears blocks all other sounds away, as I cum.
I cum again.
And he pumps in and out a few more times, through my climax.
I feel dizzy… but I can feel me hips twitching. Drool rolls down the side of my face. But there are no thoughts running through my mind. I’m just trying to catch my breath.
He wraps his arm around my waist and rolls onto the side, pulling me along with him as he’s still inside of me. His chest is sturdy and broad, as he envelopes me into his embrace, the skin of his left arm feeling so warm against mine.
“Are you alright?” He asks with an out of breath whisper, and I nod as he pulls out.
His breathing glides over my neck, onto which he places a gentle kiss, like a butterfly on a blade of grass.
“I love you,” he tells me, and I reply with a confession of my own.
“I love you too.”
I must sound out of breath and exhausted, but there’s a smile on my lips, because this is the best kind of exhaustion. Drunk on love and lust.
His thumb keeps stroking me as his arm stays right there, holding me close, as we just lie there.
Gradually my breathing settles down, and I let out a savouring hum, with which I hear hem let out a quiet, low chuckle.
He is pleased too. I know that he is.
In a little while he’ll take my hand and guide me to the showers, but for now, just a little while longer, we’ll stay here.
Just… a moment.
Just holding onto each other.
#fuegoleon x reader#black clover fanfiction#black clover smut#fuegoleon smut#black clover x reader#I don't think this is in the masterlist#not yet in the masterlist#queued for tagging
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It always hurts me whenever I see a friend's beautiful and drop-dead gorgeous artwork get like 20 notes max. My beloved mutual and buddy in crime who I would kill for, every art post of yours has 20k notes minimum to me <3
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DM: You heard rumours about a werewolf roaming the streets and did a little bit of investigating, only for Shyvanna to realize that it's Puppers.
Aleyna's player: Wolfie wolfie wolf man. Yes, that is my opening statement of the day.
-Black Clover DnD
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Some random black clover sketches. Since I’m sick, I had to draw Fuego “sleeping beauty” vermillion. He looks how I feel 🤧
#fuegoleon vermillion#FUE IN HIS SLEEPING BEAUTY STAGE#nozel silva#this is gorgeous op#thanx for the tag!
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The Size of the Clover Kingdom
Hello, everyone! Here is a summary of my 20 page report on the size of the Clover Kingdom (Lovely map from the guidebook above).
Quick Stats:
Maximum dimensions: 163.5 x 136.5 miles
Area: 15,157 square miles
Population: 303,140 people
Population Density: 20 people/square mile
Knights per 100,000 people: >148.4 knights
How did I get these numbers?
Distances/Areas: I calculated the maximum distances one can see and hear, because the capital is visible and audible from Hage. I then looked at normal hiking speeds and applied them to Yuno and Asta’s journey to the entrance exam in the anime to narrow things down. Finally, I checked the numbers for other trips in the series to see if they made sense. I estimated Clover’s area as if it were an oval.
Population/Density/Knights: Once I had the size of the kingdom, I looked at Clover’s agricultural practices, compared them to real European Medieval Kingdoms’, and chose a population density that made sense. Tabata has given vague numbers for the amount of Magic Knights in Clover, so I used this information as well.
Interesting Points I Found while Researching all this:
Magic Regions and dungeons add interesting biomes to Clover that make it feel bigger, but make the land harder to farm.
When the Magic Knights used combo magic during the zombie invasion, it was really fast. Like… brooms can move at driving speeds. Those knights covered a trip that should probably take hours on broom in just the time it took for Asta to fight Rades.
We see meat in the series a lot, but not much livestock. Many of the Commoners and Peasants are borderline hunter/gatherers instead of medieval farmers.
With the population as small as it is, and with 500 years since Lumiere was alive, chances are high that almost everyone is related to him.
Numbers-wise, the Magic Knights look more like a police force than a military. But the numbers on this one are especially foggy, and magic makes it more complicated.
The Clover Kingdom is similar in size to modern day Switzerland or Bhutan and similar in population to Vanuatu.
This was a huge amount of work, so I hope someone can find it useful or interesting. Let me know if anyone sees any issues, or if you just want to discuss it!
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Shyvanna jokingly to the big wolf that's been following her since a dungeon mission: You wouldn't happen to be like a reverse werewolf would you?
Puppers: Woof.
Shyvanna: Uh- stamp your foot once for yes, twice for no.
Puppers: stamps once
Shyvanna: ...ah.
-Black Clover DnD
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William: The final battle draws near, Fuegoleon.
Fuegoleon: Yes. It does. I can't speak with much confidence today. I can only hope that we come out victorious.
William: Indeed. I really would like to live peacefully and as our free selves. I'd like a future where we can actually become friends.
Fuegoleon: Come now, don't talk like we're antagonistic with each other.
William: We aren't but I still look back on the time soon after you awoke and I found myself always putting my foot in my mouth around you.
Fuegoleon: Ah yes. When you asked if I could give you a hand. And that one time you said "fist things first."
William: Well I haven't made a faux pas like that in months now. I think I might be over that phase.
Fuegoleon: Good to know. It was always awkward whenever your tongue slipped.
A beat.
Fuegoleon: We ought to head to the front lines now.
William: Yes. I look forward to fighting with you arm-in-arm!
Fuegoleon: ……
William: … GOD DAMMIT!
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Other times William made hand comments to Fuegoleon. 1 & 2
#black clover#black clover incorrect quote#william vangeance#fuegoleon vermillion#Wdym incorrect? /lh#Erika#Faust fiancée
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List for official GraffArt Shop merch made for Black Clover
because I find these adorable with fun themes! (link of the shop)
- Jul, 2020
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#I can't tell you how happy it makes me feel to see Fue in all of these#My sexy lamp /lh#black clover
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Let me know what you think!!! Who should I draw Next??🥰
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Hiya Erika! For the ask game; may I ask for 4, 8, and 19 please 🥰?
Hee hee! Thanks for dropping in Lyra! It's always a pleasure to have you on my blog!
You may ask those questions! And answers you shall receive!
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4) with dialogue i'm proud of
Okay okay okay! I'm really proud of this particular snippet and its dialogue because it's primarily dialogue. Yes there are sentences to indicate action but I feel like the tenderness and adoration that Josele and Nacht share is really felt without outright telling the reader how they talk to each other (as in I don't use dialogue tags).
I especially like how the last few lines of dialogue, it's left vague as to who speaks what line. But it really works either way. And that's the intention and I kajshdglahsriuth!
“How many stars do you think there are?”
Josele pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned into Nacht more.
“Don’t know. But none of them are as pretty as you.”
Nacht rested his cheek on the crown of Josele’s head. He began to rub her arm, up and down.
“Heh heh! Where’d you get that line from?”
“Nowhere. Or maybe you. You’ve always been like the stars to me. But better.”
“That’s… You’re surprisingly romantic.”
“I don’t try. But if it makes you happy.”
“It does.”
Their voices, growing quieter with each response, were carried into the night sky.
“Are you getting tired?”
“A little… I think it’s because you’re so warm.”
“We’re wrapped in your cloak…”
“Your handiwork. So it really is all thanks to you…”
Nacht’s touch moved down Josele’s arm and came to rest on her hand.
“Stay with me?”
“Until the sunrise?”
“No… Just stay with me…”
“Of course…”
Nacht and Josele are just so... They're so soft here. Their relationship is a struggle but it's moments like this that make it worthwhile.
8) that hurt my own feelings to write
Someone requested Greyche hurt/comfort a while back and well, at first it hurt to write.
Grey went out into the hall. And again, she called out for Gauche.
“Gauche? Gauche, please answer me!”
Tears began stinging in Grey’s eyes.
A still body…
She started to tremble and even wrapping her arms around herself didn’t help.
A heavy and limp body…
Her heart sank with a familiar fear.
Skin that only grew colder with each passing moment…
What if that dream wasn’t a dream? But a memory that she was pushing down and trying to deny?
Because surely Gauche, her reckless but resilient Gauche, would be with her if he was alive.
Grey collapsed. She felt unfathomably heavy and yet dizzyingly hollow at the same time. It felt as though every fiber of her being was being pricked by needles. The sound that came out of Grey’s throat was pain incarnate. Strained. Desperate. Wretched.
Grey couldn’t stand it. All she wanted was him at that moment. But he wasn’t there.
Why wasn’t Gauche there for her?
I avoided writing out a full on panic attack (since I don't have first hand experience and I never read up on the topic) but finding a way to depict Grey replaying her nightmare and the effect of fear on her physical state had me misty-eyed.
I'm sorry Grey! I'm sorry I had to make you sad for a bit!
19) from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long
Okay this isn't entirely my fault that this one thing became 12000+ words. It was a collab between me and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare. So I'll say she has (takes moment to create bs calculation) 14% of the blame?
The gentleness of her light, the politeness she offered to him, it invited him to stay rather than scare him off. She seemed like a light that Dusk's shadow could linger around.
Cyraleona lifted her gaze and when she looked at the boy, she caught him once again staring at her with wide eyes just before he hurriedly looked away. She found it endearing, in the sense that she'd done the same before and understood.
"P-perhaps you'd like to take your mind off of... those things," she said, glancing away as well. "And maybe find somewhere else to talk. Outside a restroom is..."
"Unrefined? Or just weird?" A weak laugh, but a laugh all the same, passed his lips.
"I was going to say smelly," Cyraleona joked in reply. She pointed down the hall. "There's a library not too far from here. Would you like to go there?"
"Mm, s-sure."
The two of them walked in silence towards the library. This time, instead of Cyraleona stepping ahead as the guide, the girl and boy were side-by-side, though there was a decent gap between their shoulders.
A few times, Cyraleona took a look at the boy. His tears had dried and his expression relaxed, mostly, as a slight tension in his brow remained. His presence had become like his mana, cool and quiet. A far cry from his earlier state. She felt odd, not quite relaxed with the boy but his presence was not a pressure like it was with other nobles she's met.
He's okay.
Dusk observed her back. At the way she kept her hands close instead of letting them swing at her sides. He couldn't make sense of how someone who was light could struggle with others; then again, he didn't really know the girl. But what he did know was that when she glanced at him, it did make his heart flutter but it didn't make it tight with fear.
She's okay.
The first meeting between Dusk and Cyra... The introverted sweethearts. The reason this collab ended up so long was because there was so much introspection for the two. They just kept thinking and acting with hesitation. But maybe that's the beauty of it too. Despite being bad at socializing, the two of them ended up spending a considerable amount of time together.
#Erika#Faust fiancée#I... Didn't remember it was that long#(nor did I remember that I contributed so little) :wah:#I had fun tho#Our babies are so cute
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