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https://archiveofourown.org/works/23374672/chapters/56006977
ΕΠΙΤΕΛΟΥΥΥΣ!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23374672/chapters/56006977
So, I wrote this, it's Gauche and Gordon 👉👈
I stayed up late to write this, and I say only because my sleeping schedule is fucked up and my inspiration to write only comes at that time... Probably all the noise around me distracts me and I haven't written for days... And that's only a small one shot compared to most of my works on ao3. Also, excuse my so many wips if you read my fics.
I wrote the Gauche x Gordon one from the prompts I received in the post I made about ships and prompts from Black Clover. Had fun with this one haha
@rainycyclekingdom here you go!
Could you please write a fic where julius is going through a hard time after zara's death and marx helps him cope? If thats okay with you
Yessss that's amazing!!! Gonna write that one! I'm so glad I got so many ideas from people!
That was probably my fave so far xd [NSFW]
It's wholesome, guys ^^
I swear, read that pleaseee
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29248872
🙃
My self fanservice for Valentine's :D
THE FIRST DORENON FIC IS BORN Y'ALL
People who read my fics know how called out I am now :3
The em dash is rich with power. But you’ll lose yourself.
Goodness, I'm in such dilemma with my two canon divergent continuities, I can't decide how to make my beloved ones (not telling who, it's a spoiler, you can guess tho) stay alive and get close in the Union continuity, but I also don't know if the Dark Triad should live in the Elpis continuity!
It's all Dorenon's fault /j
But omg, I can't close the plot holes and I standing like
Dancing with the Devil
Sweet child... Tortured child. Fragile child. You have met me so many times you know me now. You have encountered my guile in every single one of your beloved ones.
But don't do that. Don't look for me. It will do you only bad, I assure you.
Like for example now, in this celebration. No, don't look for me in the crowd, among your good friends, your beloved friends. Don't nitpick with your eyes to meet mine.
No, don't choose the one that has my eyes. The eyes only you can distinguish. Eyes watered with the feeling of malice, but a hint of melancholy as well, the pity for all the wasted years in a place like the Underworld. Scars that close the more you are around. But please, don't choose the one with my eyes.
You choose him, and with audacity start to dance with him, forgetting his blond hair and angelic face, your friend's face. It's like you wear a pair of blinders and you see only me. You ignore the exclaims of your comrades that are full of question, it's like all of your senses are blurred, and your mind only focuses on me. How flattering.
But, no, do not dance with me, sweet young man, it is a dangerous path the one you decided to follow.
I can see the blond woman behind you getting very upset. You stole her crush, right? Oh, if only she knew for whom you are yearning actually! But, no, do not continue with this, you don't want trouble, you tidy young man.
"But why did he act like that?!"
"Ohoho, Letoile, I know you wanted to dance with David first!"
"No, no, it is not about David..."
"Definitely..."
"Ah, shut up, both of you! Something is not going well, just before I asked him if something was wrong and he looked at me with a mad grin, replied *nothing* and went to the bathroom holding his mouth and stomach..."
"Who, David??"
"No, not David..."
I listen to your friends talking, gossiping you. They don't know any better, am I right? I warn you for one last time, the humans are stupid, do not provoke them anymore.
They impulsively try to talk to you, ask you why you act all weird and out of character, but you are obsessed.
You keep on ignoring them, you eyes locked in mine, searching for the truth so bad. The one you were desperately trying to find all of these weeks. I drove you insane, I stole your sleep, I made you enclose yourself in a library as long as you had free time to spare, and today is the day you learned that I exist.
You finally understood my presence, yet, you still don't know what I am. I vibrantly remember your mad laughter, the sickness in your stomach because of all the shock, I was in the corner looking at you, enjoying your epiphany.
You are looking at me with a mad, pale face. Your expression looks empty, paused to the madness you came to experience. You ask me to get out. At first it's only your eyes that try to tell me, but soon you start to whisper.
"Why David. Get out of David and Don't wear a facade. I know who you are." Your discreet voice tickles David's ear and I feel it. I smile. I couldn't say anything more.
"Why won't you listen? You will now tell me why!" You suddenly become violent and demand from me to reveal myself.
"GET OUT OF HIM NOW. NOW. SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NOW IN FRONT OF ME. I NEED TO FINALLY SEE YOU." You shake his body as if it had no live content in. You see the shock in his eyes that we share. He starts getting conscious.
You vaguely can hear everyone screaming at you, demanding explanations for your sudden behaviour. You ignore the well-built man that tried to pull you away from the blond boy, who faints on the floor.
Your face still sparks with madness and thirst for truth. Something I can't promise.
"Alecdora, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO DAVID?!" The girl ask you with tears in her eyes as she tries to help the young man find his consciousness. He seems so afraid. Everyone around is focusing you. You ignore them and your eyes fall on me again. I steal the appearance of the young Prince, the one you have no idea that is a prince. I start running and you go after me.
Many try to stop you but you just find small holes to slip in and escape. You are an agile young man.
We are finally alone in the garden at night, hidden in the trees where no one can find us. I'm sure they are checking on the boy's health to care about you at the moment.
I look at you with the face of your biggest rival, and you know that it is not him in control with the first glance. You come in my arms. You tremble and shake. You pant, and support yourself on my shoulders. You look me in the eye and ask me. "Who are you?! What... What do you want from me? Why all the lies? Explain yourself!"
"I tried to warn you. Be careful." These were my final words before I vanish and you get left with the kid.
"Wh- what happens?..." He asks you while holding his head, all dazed.
You put the facade of calmness and you convince him that he needed some fresh air. Then you walk back in and try to explain the unexplainable...
EEEPP, WE DID IT BOYSSS!
I reached 130 followers today, and since I didn't do an event at 100, I'll host one now hue hue!
That means I open writing requests for April! (April 5th - April 30th)
Fandom will obviously be Black Clover, and the requests can include fics of 1k word length or headcanons!
The content that I accept is:
- non romance fics
- canon x canon
- oc x canon
- canon x reader
- sfw and nsfw (which will be under the tag #spicy and minors or sex repulsed folks will have to block it, and something else, for nsfw offers, better will be to discuss it with me and see if I'm comfortable to write your request so that we can adjust things if needed <3)
The content that I do not accept is:
-underage
-incest
-r*ape
-necrophilia etc
I'll have 10 slots open for now, but if I see that I can handle more I'll add some as well. I'll keep requests open on my bio, and you'll be informed when they close! Send me asks or DMs for requests!
Hi Kat! For your follower event could I maybe request a fic about Marx taking care of a sick fem!reader, please?💕
FINALLY FINISHED!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR MY FIRST REQUEST HERE! HAVE IT, WITH WOVE, FRIEN🥺❤️
"It all feels better now."
Marx Francois x fem!reader.
That morning you woke up still dazed by that bad flu you had caught. You squint your eyes open and see the light of the sun showering your face. That makes you frown and try to shift on your bed. Ah, damn...
You hum disappointed to the thought of losing another day at your job in the Wizard King's offices. You were from the start very excited to acquire it, and it was your first week in it. At least he stood generously and gave you headquarters in the Royal Capital. It is a great and comfortable little corner for you, way better than your old place in the Common Realm.
You also think of the amazing people you have met there since the first days of work. They are all so kind and fun to be around. But have a special soft spot for the Wizard King's aide, Marx Francois. He looks very cute and his character makes everyone feel welcome - most of the times, as you think of him stressed when WK Julius and his chaotic Magic Knight Captains start troubles. You can't blame him on that, that's for sure.
All these thoughts brought a chuckle on your lips. But they were soon interrupted by a talk outside your chamber that caught your attention. "Marx, you should totally go and see her! She's been feeling awful for at least two days now, I think she needs your support!"
"Ah, King Julius, it's not that I don't want to go, but it's probably a bit of a stretch to personally visit her... I might bother her... And, besides... What the hell will she think of me..."
"Ah, come on, Marx! I have gotten the hint since day one! You like her, am I right?"
"... Well...."
"Hey... Just go see her, will you? She also has gotten quite close to you... I'm sure she'll appreciate your visit."
"If you insist..."
"I'm sure she'll welcome you, Marx! Don't hesitate!"
"I think... I should give it a try...."
You carefully tried to listen, since the talk seemed to be about you, and you felt butterflies in your stomach with what you heard. So, Marx indeed liked you. You had noticed since the first three days that a spark was there between you two.
But still, it was too early to be sure about everything, and you hadn't gotten to know him that much... Nevertheless, all you had felt about him is that he is indeed a kind soul. It was always visible in his eyes, and of course, his smile that you have gotten to see quite a few times...
Your heart clenches to the anticipation of your door getting knocked by him, and you manage to sit up on your bed, to get ready to open it. You also wrap a scarf around your mouth and nose, because you'd never want him to catch that awful cold as well.
Then, you hear it, that door knock. You gulp and try to stand, even though you feel the fever warning you.
You act like you have no idea who is it, and ask. "Hello?"
"Eh, hi, (Y/N), it's m- me, Marx... You know... I just wanted to check if you're alright... Can I, like, enter?"
"Yeah, of course... Just, be careful, don't go too close to me..." You managed to say with a sore throat, and opened the door.
Behind the door you see a shy but smiling Marx, his hands are behind his back in an embarrassed way. His light blue hair are shining with the light of the morning sun that comes from your window. His brown eyes are also in contact with the sunlight, and it makes them have a beautiful amber shine.
His smile that makes you feel carefree ceases soon though, when he sees you suddenly feeling weak on your feet.
"Ooh..." You grab your warm head, as you feel dazed by the fever.
"Oh, god, (Y/N), are you alright?!" His voice sounds very worried, and the next moment, you find yourself caught by two rather strong arms, you didn't really expect to be that strong...
Your head feels to light to think about that, but you sure don't blush only because of fever.
"Please, let me carry you to your bed..." He proposes, and before you can say that you're alright and that you can walk by yourself, you feel your feet elevated from the ground.
You subconsciously wrap an arm around his neck and cling to him while trembling, as he carries you, and places you gently on your bed. He offers you some water. "You should really stay hydrated when cold, (Y/N)." He calmly advices.
You take the glass and drink from it, obviously feeling better with the pleasantly cold water.
"Here, let me check on your temperature, you really seem worriedly warm..." He told you with obvious worry shaped in his elegant frown.
"Ah, it's really alright, I can do it on my own, you see, it's better not to catch my illness as well..." You obviously sound timid, and quiet.
The next second, you feel a gentle palm on top of your head, and wince. "Don't even say that... I always feel the need to take care of a good... Friend..." You're sure you could hear a small sigh between good and friend, even though your hearing was a bit impaired by the flu.
That made you be a bit braver than usually. "I perhaps.... Overheard a talk... Before..."
"O- oh.... Yeah... I guess...." You turn your head and see him covering his mouth. "I'm sorry, I probably have to do some of the WK's papers, I'm sure he neglected them again."
Marx stood up to leave, possibly in a hurry, but you grab his hand on impulse. "Wait!" You cough. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... You can stay... I think I also have some feelings for you..." Your heart almost broke from racing at that moment. You are not sure, but you saw beads of tears on the corners of his sharp eyes.
He turns to you and grabs your shoulders. He's smiling but his lips are twitching. "I'll bring... A thermometer!" His voice cracks and walks to the door. "Some painkillers as well, stay here... Oh, wait, you can't go anywhere, silly me... Be right back!"
With that, he leaves with a hurry, and you can hear his shoes hitting the floor as he runs, to Owen's possibly. You sigh and put a hand on your chest, feeling way better and relieved. You anticipate the next moments, where he'll be again next to you and spend time together... Perhaps also sharing the news and having some tea... It all feels better now...
~fin~
"One day, I'll marry this man..."
Time for y'all to get some Katrin fanfiction™
Ship/characters: Gaderois Godroc x Foyal Migusteau
Summary: they are probably not blessed with social power, they have to endure the hardships of the Spade's lowest of the lowlife, but the strength of their bond keeps them alive and determined. It must be fate...
Trigger warnings: underage labor, blood mention
One of these cold ass days, when your fingers get numb in your pockets because no heat can be found in the winter of the magnificent and welcome Spade shithole... I grit my teeth to the thoughts, as I carry a sack of bricks for the constructions. Bitches don't care of the weather, I have seen my coworkers falling unconscious in the snow while trying to get bosse's orders right... This ass will snap at us for failing, even if he knows that some middle aged men work here as well... I'm 16, I have my Grimoire, I'm young, I can handle things, but some other's just can't! The audacity of the strong....
I walked further, my hands covered in rock, carrying those bad boys to their destination as best as possible. One of my coworkers is almost to his limit. This guy is almost an old man, what cruelty exists out there... I asked him to help, he refused, but I insisted.
"Come on, mister, you really need a helping and more muscular hand! Count on me! I promise it's not to steal your salary..."
"But, son, you really don't have to strain yourself..."
"Don't worry, I'm a rock mage, made for those jobs..." With that I took his bricks on my other arm and walked faster, even though I was aching and cold, we needed to make it to the construction fast.
"Gaderois! That bad wolf fears no cold! You're gonna grow up and be a strong man after all those bricks you have carried, boy!" This was one of the builders we found in the construction, as we arrived, with me leading, huffing and looking forward with determined, gleaming eyes. I didn't find anything of his words worth chuckling, if I was any arrogant poser, I might had flexed my sore arm at him with a wink, but I was too focused at my work to do so. I had to unpack bricks and deliver them. No time for small talk with the dudes...
We could finally call it a day... I sighed and pulled my coat closer to my, and tried to warm up my fingers with my breath, those damned old gloves wouldn't do a thing...
"Gadeeeeee~! Gadee!! Ga- aaaaaiiaiiai!!!.... Ouchies.... Gadeeee!!!" I heard a familiar voice of a boy very dear to me, and I turned to see him trying to raise himself from the snow he had just fallen on. I rushed to him to help.
"Damn it, Foyal, how many times do I have to tell you to be more careful when running... You twisted your ankle again?..." I tried to seem serious, but I couldn't help cracking a smile at his hair that all fell in his eyes - he hasn't had a haircut for years now, and they grow out to be a cloudy mess, and that just makes me feel even more for him...
"Here..." I extended a tired hand at him, but in front of the bricks, he feels like a feather.
"Th-, thank you, Gade..." He timidly put some hair back and stood awkwardly in front of me. Then, he suddenly made a surprised exclaim and crouched to get something that had gotten buried in the snow, and that I hadn't yet noticed...
He grabbed it and brushed all the snow away, and when I realised what it was, my eyes went wide. Foyal.... You made it...
"Gade, look!" His face was shining, shaking the fatigue of his eyes away for some seconds and installing hope in them, the crystal clear blue of his eyes, a very pale blue, shines like a sunny sea that we will never see...
"I wanted to show you way earlier, but my mother didn't allow me to go out yesterday... Gade?..."
Me trying to stay quiet so the lump in my throat wouldn't betray my emotional side at him... I need to look strong for Foyal...
"You don't have to say something?...."
"I-... I'm so proud of you...." I couldn't hold a tear back, and I pulled him in a tight embrace. I blinked that tear away and I was ready to face him again, with an encouraging smile. "I knew you'd make it..."
"Gade, all I did was earn my Grimoire... I'd get one anyway..." He smirked at me and hugged his Grimoire with pride.
"Yes, but this doesn't change the fact that I'm proud of you..."
"Thank you! But the real achievements are going to be earned at the summer exams! I'm sure I'll be chosen for the science college, I've worked so hard..." He paused and frowned a bit. "Will I pass, Gade?..." He lowered his head with insecurity. "You know how much I want it..."
I put a hand on his shoulder and my other one went on his chin, to lift his unique face and make him look at me. I wanted to give him reassurance. He has to try and prove all the rich losers that we can also get up there with them... "You will definitely pass, Fofo, you're a genius..."
"You truly believe-"
His phrase was stopped by... Those hideous neighborhood kids... "Oh, look, it's skinny loser Fogyal!"
"Haha, look at him and his stupid ass uncut hair! You look like a mop on a stick, honestly! What, you were telling your bodyguard that you want to go to the college?! HAH! Neither we can, do you know for what people the military science college is, rubbish boy? Only the rich and favoured can go there, and you, a little nothing can't even finish school properly!"
My first was clenched. My lip twitched and my eyebrows met my eyes. I couldn't stand listening to such mockery about my precious Foyal. These assholes have no idea of how hard we try to get a fuckin decent life... And the funniest thing is that they are only slightly above us socially because their parents have curryed the favour of some richer pricks of employers.
"HAHAHHAHA, as if a Grimoire can make him special! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE LANKY BEDHEAD FOGYAL!"
"Y'all better watch your mouths..."
I got in front of Foyal, ready to protect him at all costs with my bigger body, even if it meant going against five all alone. My hand firmly grabbed his arm and my eyes shoot the bullies with a hateful glare. "You bastards happen to have a better luck than us, but at least Foyal tries his best for his future, while all you can do is mock the weaker! You think he deserves all of your moronic comments?! You really have an audacity for your ugly faces! YA BETTER GET LOST YESTERDAY!" I raised my voice and snapped at them, threatening to use magic as my hand got covered in rock that created lots of sharp edges.
"Hah, that peeble bodyguard really thinks he can stand a chance against five of stage 4! I BET YOU TWO ARE NOT EVEN STAGE 8 OR SOMETHING!" With those ugly phrase, they all got their newly acquired as well Grimoires, ready to attack us.
"You wish I was stage eight..." I growled through my teeth and used a powerful spell that hit exactly just near him, I wasn't even sure if it scraped that guy even... It was just a casual threa to leave us alone, but it probably made things worse.
"Haaah? So you're a high stage? Let's see what you can do then!, Boys, ready your weapons, I found a new toy..." He smirked sadistically and his gang flipped some pages to ready spells.
And then-
"Wh- WHAT IS THAT, WHERE IS IT COMING FROM?!?"
The asshole was right, there was a sudden storm of... Fog... That was...
I turned behind me, in shock. I saw him, hair getting stirred in the storm as well, eyes white, like death, his body covered in a thin layer of mist, hovering above the ground, his lips pressed in a determined desire to... Protect me...
The storm became even stronger, shards of sharp rock from the construction near could also float and scratch the brats, I could see some blood getting splashed but it was only some surface cuts. Even I had to cover my face at first, but around me there was a dome that enclosed my body so that I wouldn't get injured accidentally... My precious thought of everything...
Many people turned to see what has happening. The brats started retreating, while screaming for mercy. I briefly turned to see the glory of his battle face, it felt like ages of me staring in awe of his features lighting up and forming intense shapes of intense emotions... Short after he got his Grimoire, he could unleash such power... So he also was born stage zero without being some nobleman like me... It was sure fate, I was always knowing that... We met of fate...
One day... I'll marry this man...
Hey Katrin, it's Vi, could I have cuddling headcanons for Nozel?
Yep, time for some tooth decay here ;3
Nozel cuddle / affection headcanons!
Pairing: Nozel Silva x reader. Rating: sfw / PG. Warnings: none. (Read more for space reasons)
Nozel is a person that wouldn't really show public display of affection when he doesn't know you well, but if he likes you a lot, he can't take his eyes away from you, and could possibly brush a hand against yours, as an invitation to a date, to show that he cares to get to know you more, and that he'd like to touch you more once you're more intimate with each other.
When you two are in a place that no one can see you, he would sit on a bench next to you and attempt to be as close as possible, because it is obvious he likes you but he can't bring himself to show it openly. There are small hints that show it though, it's his rosy cheeks and his constant nervousness, and the fact that he fixes his hair a lot when around you. You feel like his hands could anytime would grab you and shove you on his chest, but he's too much of a noble man to do that without some good reason for his judgement.
When you finally decide to go out on a date after shyly confessing mutual feelings, he could take you to the same bench as the first time, but he'd make the addition of finally letting an arm around your shoulder, a bit tense, but surely there. He looks way more red when he touches you, even if it's just a small gesture of affection. Of course, you help the situation a bit and lean against his chest, very subtly, and you notice him jolting, only slightly. His arm around you trembles as well, and you think that you probably overwhelmed him, so you back off. But he assures you that he actually likes the contact, while stuttering enough for you to understand that he's embarassed, in a cute way.
The weeks pass and you get to know him more. Sometimes he's anxious with all the responsibility a Magic Knights Captain carries. You can find him walking nervously out of meetings, possibly disturbed by all the fuss his colleagues who are way more immature make. You want to open your mouth and ask him if he's alright, but before you can say a thing, he grabs your hand and leads you to his living room for tea. There, you sit together on a couch and gaze the sky out of a large window. The sun is setting and it calms your eyes as you both watch it go. He feels more confident around you now, and he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around you and this time bring you to his chest himself. You lay an arm on it and you calm down as you feel his heartbeat in your ear. The more you snuggle him, the more he calms down, and you finally hear a relieved sigh and the start of a conversation about the meeting by him.
After Fuegoleon fell in a coma, Nozel was truly devastated for it, he couldn't leave his beloved friend and rival to die like that so dishonoured. He was always trying to hide his immense worry, especially because too many captain meetings were happening those weeks, for obvious reasons. But every time you saw him exiting the meetings, his face looked dark. One evening you heard some faint sobs from his room, and at first you were quite hesitant to knock the door, but there you were. You did it, and surprisingly, a Nozel with a red crying face and tears on his cheeks opened, without feeling shame for appearing in front of you like that. His braid was also undone, his hair messy, he was in his night attire. You also couldn't have time to frown or ask anything, once he saw it was you, he shoved you in his arms and cried more, while you were almost suffocated in his chest. But you felt a pleasant warmth surrounding you. It felt like he was becoming even more intimate with you. You felt the need to stay with him under the covers and comfort him, reassure him that everything would go well and let him lie on your shoulder, his arms around your waist, and your fingers going through his long, silver locks. He soon falls asleep in your arms. You wipe some tears from his face and rest your head on his, while also drifting off to sleep as well.
One victory for the Clover Kingdom, the Royal Knights beat the Devil that had corrupted the Elves all this time, and Nozel feels very satisfied with himself and his rival Fuegoleon that fought too, to live another day. And in top of that, seems like his family is gathering their pieces back together, to build a healthier relationship with each other. You noticed that he couldn't contain his happiness that everything went well, and even his lips curl more often upwards these brighter days. When on his free time, he takes you to all of your usual places, the bench, where he hugs you without caring too much about who watches, the lounge living room in the Palace, where you both chill with warm herbal tea and talk your news, and his bedroom, where he invites you to read books together while snuggling in the blankets, until you both fall asleep. His cuddles have become way warmer and passionate, like his kisses. It's obvious he has less to worry now, and it means his image to people as well, especially his s/o.
Speaking of kisses, one time, in the Vermillion residence, you two almost got caught making out near Kirsch's room (it happened to be near there). He panicked, because Fuegoleon and Mimosa, who were cheerfully chatting, were approaching you, and he didn't want them to see you all flustered, so he quickly grabbed you and shoved you in Kirsch's giant closet with him. You tried your best not to giggle with the situation, but he immediately closed your mouth with his. You spend your next ten minutes like that, holding each other close and kissing all blushy in the closet. It was some of your best time in your life...
Hope you enjoyed ;3
Wait could I ask for reader x Julius where julius says "you said you wouldn't fall in love" to the reader🥺👉👈
Hehe, second one for today, fellas, ready for some silly Julius??
Pairing: Julius x reader. Rating: sfw / T. Warnings: none. (Cut for space reasons)
You met the 28th Wizard King, Julius Novachrono when you visited the Kingdom he reigns in, the famous for it's Magic Knights Clover Kingdom. You were immediately mesmerized by his tall posture, his calm and cheerful face, his energetic character, his messy in a charming way blond hair, but most importantly, his crystal like purple eyes that you could feel a calming and mysterious depth in them. He intrigued you since the first moment, since the first eye contact you made. Even the little dark blue tattoo on his forehead could catch your attention whenever you saw it, because no one else you knew had a similar, and you would always connect it to him.
You happened to talk. It seems like he also distinguished you among many people, and found it important enough for his position to talk to an at first stranger to him. His voice was a manly, deep, soothing one, it had a unique crisp to it, it could cause chills on your skin whenever he was pronouncing your name. Sometimes, he could feel the need to lay a hand on your shoulder for a few seconds, just to emphasize his point. He loved to talk about different kinds of magic he would meet in his journeys around the Kingdom.
Julius is always so enthusiastic about different kinds of magic. He even told you about the bizarre Body Magic types of a certain tribe of the Spade Kingdom, even though that place is a fearful mystery to most people. The way he talks about everything that fascinates him and makes him feel passionate gives a jolt of butterflies in your chest, because you can feel all of his warm and positive emotions whenever he gushes about whatever excites him. You can almost feel sparks in his eyes, and the way his lips widen into a childish smile lightens your heart and helps you forget about your worries.
He did always enjoy your stories from your country as well. Given his curious nature, he couldn't resist making, silly sometimes, questions about your culture or the different types of Magic that existed there. Sometimes he would widen his eyes or exclaim in awe to what you'd say, even if it seemed something normal and ordinary to you. There were moments where he would observe or touch things from your attire and ask about them, their usage, their story... E en your Grimoire, which you rarely trust to other hands than yours.
You two would always meet outside his office, most likely around the Kingdom towns, like the Royal Capital, Saussy village, Kiten -a place near the Diamond Kingdom- and likewise places you had the pleasure to visit. He has a habit of disguising himself into other people, so that he can wander around the Kingdom without worrying too much about it. That's actually how you met him. He introduced himself as an old lady that sold a local delicacy -grilled purple snake- in a corner of a Forsaken Realm village. He'd get away with it, but he happened to have an unfortunate moment of dismantling his disguise by mistake in front of you. Since then you kept a friendly relationship with him, because he indeed found you interesting to lose you.
However, once you had a talk, not that deep one, but it sure gave you a certain kind of uneasiness you couldn't understand at that moment. He told you that he enjoyed your company, that you could become great friends even if he barely knew you, but it would be best if you agreed to stay friends. It was as if he had guessed something from the future, that's how his tone felt in your ears. As if he knew that you two could potentially... Fall in love?
Maybe, maybe he was falling in love first, but he was too scared to risk things. His rank in the Clover Kingdom carried a big responsibility and recognition. For once you saw a troubled expression on his face. He usually hid whatever unrelated thing about the management of his responsibilities that lingered in his head, you wouldn't understand why, since you were already that close, but he possibly didn't want to bother you with his worries as the Wizard King. But this time, it was difficult for him to hide anything. It was shown on his face like a painted canvas. It was radiated in his energy, and very little resistance was keeping you from finally asking him what was wrong whenever you would meet. Nothing felt the same anymore...
One of those days, somewhere in a forest in the Common Realm, you couldn't resist anymore, and you touched his hand, asking him what was upsetting him all this time, and if it had to do with you. He turned and looked straight in your face, with those shiny, purple eyes, that were slightly blue of sadness. He didn't say a thing, he just crashed your lips together and held your hand tighter. You gave in the kiss, grabbed the back of his neck and gently pulled his short, fluffy hair while you entwined your tongues together. For a moment, he stopped to catch his breath, and stared in your face more, cherishing what he was seeing, as a smile was brought on his reddened lips. He shook his head and gently pushed you away. "We had made a compromise... You said you wouldn't fall in love, and now there you are... There we are..." These were the words that escaped his mouth in a husky, half disappointed voice at first. But you knew he didn't mean it. It was obviously bluffing. You poked his shoulder with a smirk and when he turned to face you again, you made your lips lock again, with a hand on his chest that pulled him even closer to you as you were making out. Seems like his Time Magic was accurate again, but you're glad this promise of not falling in love was mutually broken.
Hope you enjoyed 👉👈🥺
Aighty, so, headcanon dump for my babies:
Random Dark Disciple Headcanons I've made the past days:
(cut for TWs: contains the mention of alcohol, body horror and somewhat described violence, in that specific order. I have separated the most violent part from the most cheerful headcanons so it won't transition so quickly there.)
Ships mentioned: Svenkin x Sivoir (SvenVoir), Gaderois x Foyal (Foyarois)
How good they can handle their liquor from best to worst:
#1) Sven (obviously, he looks like it can't do nothing on him)
#2) Foyal?????????
#3) Gade, he can handle some but I'm sure he could somehow get drunk on beer if he tries hard enough
#4) Rob (he big boy but I think Svenny has the title)
#5) Halbet (strong girl, but alcohol a bit stronger for her)
#6) Sivs, he really has to avoid heavy drinks because he knows he'll get to yodelling in less than 3 shots
#7) Hischer nervous laughter
He pretends it's all good until he gives in to the drunk™ and is a fuckin disaster
Summer Headcanons:
Who will jump first in the water? Sven and Gade should rival each other on who is less cold in the first swim of the year and count to three, so the first one to fall in the water is the winner, but they always end up fighting on that as well, and Hischer has all the time to be the first to jump in, not caring about their contest at all.
The ones that are always the latest to get in the water the first time are Halbet and Sivoir, they find it hard to even dip a finger in there. They are so slow to walk further in, and on top of that they whine every second on how cold it is.
Svenkin grabs Sivoir and throws him in the water forcefully while having a good laughter watching him boil in his rage for that.
Robero tried sea water with his tongue (and immediately went to find his ice creams and lollipops, angry that the water is salty)
Meanwhile, poor Foyal is so fragile to the sunlight and heat, he has to cover his skin well with white and light clothes, wear a ton of sunscreen and thick sunglasses, also has to stay under a thick shade and drink a lot of water, otherwise he could even get a heat stroke and sunburns. He can also use his magic to cool himself down when needed, but if he had to do that all the time he'd drain his mana, so he needs to consider the rest of the protection measures as well.
Gade also tries to make the largest sand castle ever, and always makes Foyal turn to him to see with his calls. Foyal raises his eyes from his book and smiles at him, happily that he seems so excited.
The ones that sure would wear socks and sandals are Foyal, Gade and Hischer, probably also Rob, meanwhile Halbet and Sivoir wear plain minimalistic sandals, and Svenkin appears with the pink high heel flip flops (lmao)
Hischer... Feels like he'd also wear crocs a lot.
Bonus:
Sven is a manly dude that can also embrace his feminine and more flamboyant side too, and wishes he had a princess themed pink room with Sivoir, because they both love pink. Sivoir mostly hides that it's also his favourite colour but Sven teases him in private about it, and finds it cute.
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Time for some angst, so you can stop here if you can't handle it, warning it's extremely sad and contains some body horror scenario and violence/bullying.
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So, it has come to my notice that Foyal, well, has no eyelids. It is obvious from the scenes in the manga and anime, even if I hated to admit it, but the clues are kind of obvious on that. I have created a background for him and Gaderois, that they grew up together in the poorest portion of the Spade Kingdom, struggling in the fight for survival until they were so fed up with discrimination and hardships they joined the Triad's cause, accepting the Devil Powers, finally feeling stronger, and this headcanon just gives even more sense to it. The story I thought behind it is that the young genius Foyal was able to pass in college, but his sworn bullies since forever that also passed, rich upper class brats that used bribery to make it in there, got so jealous of his progress, that found that as a reason to finally use violence against him and eliminate him from competition. They ganged up on him and their attack almost turned him blind but his vision survived, portion of his face above nose didn't though (if you notice closely, that scar he seems to have actually extended to where his eyebrows should be).
Gaderois found that outrageous scene after he heard of an attack near his college and felt such huge boiling rage and anger he ended up killing them all in a single spell that rampaged them, his first thirst for blood ever. After that he picked up unconscious Foyal that was losing blood to a healer, paying them with all the money he had to have him saved. He spent days and nights praying and crying to his side, until he finally could stand on his feet again, but nothing was the same.
Foyal couldn't stand the constant light and dryness, but he couldn't stand the shame mostly. Therefore he was always covering his eyes with a damp cloth for the first month, even if it costed him the ability to see. He trained his magic to help him with that so that he could cover his eyes with it instead.
Gade always stood by his side, supporting him and showing his love to him, he was the one to insist that he removes the cloth to see his eyes first. He reassured him in tears that he still finds him beautiful, no matter what.
Now they were stronger and more united than a fist, feeling the need to stop suppressing their urge for revenge on those stronger people that oppressed them and made them bow their heads, and the solution was becoming allies to strong people themselves, rank up and finally have a life they deserve. That brought them to Zenon's side...
~fin~
I hope you enjoyed (sorry for the angst, I couldn't keep it to myself AAA)