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newtthetranswriter · 10 days

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Hihi saw your post about wanting request so thought I'd send one!!!

How about a drabbles of Finral, Zora, Klaus, and Nozel would react to someone flirting with them in front of their s/o /someone putting their s/o down to make themselves look better??

Lots of love and hope ya get more request! ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

Parings & Word counts: Finral x Reader 957 words, Zora x Reader 882 words, Klaus x Reader 985 words, Nozel x Reader 690 words

Warning: Bullying, mentions of alcohol, if I missed anything please let me know

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting. I enjoyed writing this especially because there is not enough love for the Black Clover men out there. I went with a gender neutral reader as you didn’t specify so I hope that’s fine. I also kind of split the prompts, Finral and Kalus are reacting to someone putting down their s/o and Zora and Nozel are someone flirting with them in front of their s/o. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Finral:

Finral may have a history of being a playboy but that all changed. After you agreed to go out with him, he flipped his script real fast. The only person he had eyes for was you, going as far as telling Langris he was no longer interested in Lady Finesse and wishes them both well. Having you as a partner was like a dream come true for him, you didn’t care that he was the disgraced son of the Vaude family, or that his magic was only good for support. You just wanted him to be happy and You helped him feel more confident in himself and his abilities.

For the first time in his life finral actually felt secure in a relationship and would do everything in his power to keep the relationship healthy. So, imagine his shock when he notices you shying away from his affection while out on a date. Normally he could hold your hand, kiss your cheeks or hold you to his side as you walk through the markets of Kikka, but for some reason you pulled away every time he tried to show affection.

“Hey, Y/n is everything okay? You normally don’t mind holding hands and stuff.” He asked quietly, sounding almost scared that he did something wrong or misunderstood what you were comfortable with.

Before you could respond another voice Finral did not recognize, started to speak. “Well if it isn’t Y/n, when you said you were joining the Magic Knights I thought you'd at least try but I guess the Black Bulls are probably the only squad willing to take a weakass mage like yourself.” Turning his attention to the person who so rudely interrupted his date, the spacial mage could quickly tell this was some pompous noble. What he couldn’t tell though was how they knew you and why they were being rude.

“Excuse me, who are you?” Finral asked, his tone showing he was not pleased at all with how this person was acting.

Scoff in offense the noble spoke again. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’ll have you know, I’m Claire Elric, you know the family of mages who specialize in Alchemy magic.” The snob, Claire identified herself. “And I was talking with an old friend. I suggest you mind your own business but then again judging from your robe you’re also a Black Bull so you probably don’t understand respect.” Claire stated matter of factly.

Rolling his eyes, Finral spoke again. “It was a rhetorical question, you could be the king’s kid for all I care, it doesn't give you the right to talk down to people for no reason.” He started not having the patience for assholes. “Y/n is a powerful mage, and works hard everyday to help our squad get better. Not only that but they are extremely kind and caring, so I suggest you treat them with respect.”

Having been silently watching from behind Finral since Claire first spoke, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face. Finral was never the confrontational type, but here he is defending you from one of your life long bullies. Being behind him though you could also tell from the look on her face that Claire was ready to snap, and it would probably be best to leave before stuff goes south. “Finral, we should just go. It’s not a big deal, she’s right anyway the Bulls are the only squad that would take a mage like me.” You said gently pulling at his sleeve trying to get him to drop it and go.

Sadly your pleas were left unanswered as Finral was not going to stand for someone convincing his lovely partner they were less than perfect. “No Y/n, we aren’t leaving just yet. Not until this ass realizes that it’s not a bad thing you are part of the Black Bulls.” He said looking over at you before turning back to the now scowling noble. “Like I said before Y/n is a valuable member of our Squad and any other Squad would be lucky to have them. But Judging from your lack of any squad robe, you weren’t even good enough for any, so instead of spending your time looking down on others who have done more than you, maybe you should try being a better person.”

Claire’s scowl went from mildly upset to pissed real fast. Before she could even think to respond Finral quickly used his magic to open a small portal at the noble’s feet and watched as she fell through it. You looked at him shocked before speaking. “One, thank you for standing up for me. Claire has been a bully since we were young. And two, where the hell did you send her?” You were grateful she was gone but you hoped it wasn’t going to lead to problems for you later.

“Oh I just sent her to the farthest place I could without using too much mana. Don’t worry she’ll be fine though it may take her a while to get back, I hear Hage is a few days walk from castle town.” He said with a smirk. “And I’ll alway defend you, no one should talk down to you for any reason. I mean it, you are an amazing and valuable member of the Black Bulls. I know I for one would be lost without you.” With that Finral pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your forehead before continuing throughout the market. You would probably get a complaint later about Finral stranding a noble in the forsaken realm, in a few days but hey that’s nothing new for the Black Bulls, plus Yami will probably find it funny.

Zora:

Finding time for the two of you to go and enjoy yourselves while being part of the Black Bulls is a hassle. Hell even days off aren’t off limits from chaos as Asta proved when he went to Nean and had a run in with The Eye of the Midnight Sun. So the moment Captain Yami even started to say it was time for everyone to have a day off, you and Zora were out of the hideout and without a second thought.

You guys made your way to a village where hopefully none of the crazier members of the squad would end up and made sure you weren’t followed. Peace and quiet in the misfit squad were hard to come by so you weren’t risking it. Making your way to the local pub, you and Zora sat at a small table only big enough for two and as far from the crowd that had gathered. Planning to enjoy a nice lunch before walking the town and just being together.

Unfortunately maybe the pub was not the best idea for a lunch date. You guys had agreed on it because it would be cheaper than one of the cafes or restaurants around the village. What you hadn’t factored in was the numerous drunkards who either just started their day of drinking or were still there after their night of drinking. In all honesty it took longer than one would expect for one of these drunks to cause a problem but hey it still happened.

You had been mid-sentence about how you hid Magna’s flan the other day and blamed Luck, just to cause some trouble, when some drunk lady stumbled over to your table. “Ex-cuse me, but could I of-ffer you a drink?” The lady said eye one Zora’s shirtless torso, completely ignoring you and the fact Zora could not look less interested in her.

“No. Anyway, Y/n next time we should go a step further instead of just hiding Magna’s food we should -” Zora started plotting how to mess with the resident idiots after turning down the drunk. Only to get halfway through his thought before Drunky spoke again.

“Come o-on handsome, I’m ssure I can give you a great time.” She slurred as she tried to get his attention. Zora just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore her. “Don’t be like thaat, I just want to ssee whatss behind that mask.” The Drunk was clearly to far down the drain to realize she had zero chance.

Being totally done with the lady you decided to take it on yourself to get her to leave. “Hey drunky, he’s not interested. Also we are kinda in the middle of a date and I would appreciate it if you left my boyfriend alone.” You said, making it clear you did not want to deal with her while still being somewhat polite. The lady just scoffed at you before turning back to Zora.

“I know I can give you bett-tter time then this buzz kill.” She said now leaning on the table. You were trying to hide your frustration, when the drunk did something that made the normally calm mage across from you let out his own frustration. While trying to seduce him by running her fingers along his jaw, the lady had the nerve to try and pull his mask from his face.

Standing probably faster than you’ve seen him move in while, Zora completely loses his cool. “Do not touch me and definitely do not touch my mask. We tried to be polite but you leave me no choice. No one would want anything to do with a hopeless drunk who has nothing better to do than interrupt a couple on the first date they’ve had in months, and then touch one of them without permission after being told twice to leave.” The whole time he spoke he had the lady’s wrist in his hand, not a tight enough grasp to break it or leave lasting damage but it was clear from his white knuckles there would likely be a bruise.

Deciding it’s probably best for Zora to not catch an assault charge for possibly injuring a civilian on day off, you step in. Resting a hand on his shoulder you spoke up. “Hey, let's just go back to the hideout. I know we wanted peace and quiet but that clearly isn’t gonna happen here.” Zora thought for a second before dropping the lady’s wrist and wrapped his arm over your shoulders leading you out of the pub ignoring the eyes of the few patrons who weren’t unconscious.

“Sorry our date got ruined by that lady.” You apologized hoping to ease some of the tension clear on Zora’s face.

He just shook his head. “Not your fault. I think we should just accept the madness we deal with. I mean where’s the fun in life if someone isn’t being crazy.” Zora made a valid point.

Chuckling as you made your way back to the Black Bulls’ base. “You’re right, if we wanted quite we probably shouldn’t have joined the Black Bulls of all squads.” You laughed as you reached the hideout and were greeted with the tell tale yelling from Magna and Luck fighting over who knows what this time.

Klaus:

Being at the Golden Dawn’s base was intimidating to begin with, now add not being a member of the top squad and it feels like even breathing wrong could get you yelled at. Luckily you were only there to get your boyfriend for the date you had planned, it was rare that you got the same days off so you liked to take advantage of it whenever you could. Normally, Klaus would either meet you at the date location or come get you from your base, but for some reason he had requested you meet at the Golden Dawn’s headquarters.

You had been greeted at the door by Mimosa who said Klaus was just finishing up a quick meeting with the Captain and then he’d be ready to go. While waiting Mimosa offered to sit and chat so you didn’t feel so out of place, your Black robe standing out in the sea of golden ones. Accepting the offer you and Mimosa sat by a window enjoying some tea while chatting about recent missions and laughing at some stories of Klaus making a fool of himself over Asta.

Completely engrossed in Mimosa’s story about how concerned Klaus was when they found Asta passed out in the cave near Nean, you failed to notice the green haired mage approaching the two of you. “Yes, he really said he was only worried because if Asta was hurt then you would be upset and he didn’t want to see you cry.” Mimosa said holding in laughter also not noticing her Squadmate approaching.

“When did we start letting the riff raff lounge around our base?” Letoile said, as she looked at you with what could only be described as disgust.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean by that Letoile?” Mimosa asked, confused why her squadmate would say something like that.

The compass mage scoffed. “I mean, when was it okay for a Black Bull to just hang around the Golden Dawn’s base, shouldn’t they be with the other commoners and criminals?” Every word that came out hurt, sure you had heard it all before, the Black Bulls weren’t exactly the most respected squad, but this time it felt personal.

Mimosa watched as the color drained from your face, she could tell you were debating leaving even before Klaus was ready to go. “Y/n has every right to be here. They may not be a member of this squad but they are still a Magic Knight. Besides they’re waiting on Klaus, it’s not like they’re trying to move in.” The royal tried to defend you, but it seemed her words only gave the other woman more fuel for her fire.

“Oh that’s right, you’re Klaus’s charity case. The little commoner who barely managed to help save him in that dungeon. I don’t know how you convinced a noble like him to go out with you but he could do so much better. I mean he’s surrounded by powerful mages everyday and he picked a weak peasant like you. You probably used some forbidden spell to get his attention, huh?” Letoile said with a pointed look, clearly enjoying the clear turmoil on your face. She paused trying to think of more insults, hoping to find the one to get you to run off.

Unfortunately for her, it was at that moment a certain purple eyed mage decided to clear his throat. Everyone froze, Klaus may be calm and collected most of the time but when he’s upset it can get scary. “I don’t know what you think you gain from being rude to my partner, Letoile but I suggest you apologize and then leave them alone.” He said voice never changed from his usual calm and strict tone. The green haired mage mumbled a quick apology and quickly ran off. Klaus then turned to Mimosa. “Thank you Mimosa for keeping them company while I was busy, and for standing up for them as well.” The red head nodded and quickly bid farewell before giving you to space.

“So how much of the interaction did you see?” You asked quietly as Klaus moved to help you stand from the table you were sitting at.

“The whole time, I heard you laughing about Mimosa’s retelling of what happened in Nean and was going to join you before she said much else when I saw Letoile approach. I wanted to see what she wanted.” He explained with a slight frown. “I’m sorry I should have stepped in sooner, I was curious to see how other members of the squad would react to you when I wasn’t present.” It was clear from his tone that he was truly sorry for the things his team mate said.

Resting a hand on his arm you spoke up. “It’s fine Klaus, sure what she said hurt but having you and Mimosa stand up for me means a lot. In all honesty I’ve heard worse, I’m a Black Bull after all.” Hearing you laugh at your last comment brought a smile to his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay, you looked close to crying or running?” He asked as he pointed out how clear it was you had been uncomfortable.

“Yes I’m fine. I can’t say what she said didn’t hurt but knowing how much you truly support me and seeing how much you’ve changed since meeting me and Asta, I know everything she said was out of jealousy.” You answered, now enjoying the look of slight confusion on his face.

“Jealousy? What do you mean?” Klaus was truly perplexed.

“Yeah, She’s just jealous I got the best guy and I didn’t even have to try.” You said, finishing the statement placing a kiss to the steel mage’s cheek. Klaus at a loss for words, his face bright red from the kiss, just held your hand and guided you out of the base towards the originally planned date.

Nozel:

To put simply Nozel is clueless when it comes to people flirting with him. To even start dating you had to straight up say you liked him and wanted to go on a date. That being said he is the most thoughtful man ever in a relationship. Believing that his partner deserves the world and all of his focus. So when a random member of his squad started flirting with him, he had no idea.

The first couple of times you had been out either on missions or just running a few errands, so you weren’t there to tell him this girl wasn’t just being kind to him but in fact trying to seduce him. Sure his younger siblings had been around and tried to tell him after the girl had left that she was flirting with him, but he only has eyes for you and in his eyes it’s clear he’s off limits, so surely Solid and Nebra are seeing things.

He only realizes that his siblings were right when the same girl came up and started flirting with him, while at a feast the Silver Eagles were holding for some reason. You and Nozel were sitting together having a conversation about how he should try being nicer to Noelle, when little miss heart eyes popped up.

“Hello Captain Nozel. How’s your day going?” The girl asked clearly unfazed by the glare both the captain and you gave her at the interruption. After hearing the quick fine breathed out by the now eerily calm Captain, she kept speaking. “That’s good to hear, I spent the day training and was thinking maybe you could give me some pointers on how to be more effective in combat?” She asked, twirling her hair and trying to act cute.

Nozel being clueless, and just annoyed that his conversation was interrupted by idle chatter mumbled a sure and turned to go back to his previous discussion. “Wow Captain, you are probably the best Captain there is, being willing to train even the lowest members of your squad. I can’t wait to learn from such an amazing mage.” The silver haired Captain just nodded and made to look back at you. “Do you do this for all your squad mates or am I just that special to you Nozel?” The girl went from subtle flirting to not trying to hide real quick.

“Honey I hate to break it to you, but Nozel is like this with everyone. He stopped listening to your squeaky ass voice the second you interrupted our conversation.” You said being done with the girl’s clear lack of care for those around her. “Besides take it from the person he’s dating, flirting will get you nowhere. Now if you don’t mind Me and my boyfriend here are gonna leave and if I hear even a suggestion that you’ve been flirting with him again you will wish you never looked in his direction.” With that you stood up, Nozel following without protest because he just wanted some peace.

“She wasn’t flirting with me was she?” He asked as you exited the dining hall making your way to your room at the Silver Eagles Base.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how clueless he could be. “Nozel honey, it was so painfully obvious to everyone she’s been flirting with you. Hell your siblings have told me previously that she’s done it and those two are so absorbed in their own delusions of greatness I’m shocked they noticed before you.” He just stared at you perplexed as he really thought, his siblings were fucking with him. Thinking for a moment he just nodded in acceptance entering your shared room ready to call it a night. “You know, for a Magic Knight Captain, you are really clueless sometimes. I’m sure even Fuegolen could have been able to tell she was flirting and that man can’t understand sarcasm.”

Hearing the mention of his rival Nozel glared at you as he undid the braid at the front of his hair. “Not funny.” He said full of seriousness, but from the slight smile he knew you were only joking.

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naturallykenma · 2 years

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types of touches (black clover)

a/n: this is my first time writing for them & idk if anyone will read this so we will see how it goes!!

warnings: jealousy (nacht), other than that, none!

featuring: finral & nacht <3

nacht faust: possessive hand holding

“are you ready?” nacht asked, glancing over at you. the two of you had been dating for quite some time, but decided it was time for you to announce it to the rest of the black bulls. you nodded, giving him a smile, which he returned before opening the door and guiding you in.

you were immediately greeted by asta’s yelling and vanessa calling for you to come have a drink. you smiled again, but politely declined, only to have finral approach you and start flirting.

“hey y/n,” he started. “how about we get out of here and escape the chaos, hm? what do you say?”

nacht grabbed your hand, possessively linking your fingers together as he stepped forward. “we’re together, actually.” he muttered. “back off.”

finral’s jaw dropped before he began yelling to the rest of the group what nacht had just told him while you squeezed nacht’s hand and giggled.

“some people have no shame.” nacht mumbled.

“were you jealous, my love?” you laughed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“no. just don’t want anyone to steal you away.” he grumbled, giving your hand another squeeze.

“hmmm i think that’s called jealousy, baby.”

finral: hugging and gently holding the other’s head + hugging from behind

you watched as finral was getting ready to leave on a mission, grabbing his favorite picture of the two of you before checking that he had everything. his back was facing you and he was mumbling softly to himself, but you couldn’t help but worry for his safety and the rest of the black bulls.

you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your face between his shoulder blades.

“hey, you.” he chuckled. “what’re you doing?”

“wanted a hug.” you mumbled against his back. “‘m worried about you.”

“aw sweetheart,” he cooed, turning around and wrapping his arms around you so you were pressed against his chest and placing one of his hands on the back of your head. “don’t be too worried, hm? i’ll be back before you know it.”

his thumb rubbed soothing circles onto your head, making you feel a little better.

“promise me you’ll come back safe.” you said, voice still muffled by his shirt.

“i promise, sweetheart.”

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loosesodamarble · 10 months

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Hi ☺️ Can I have c4 w Finral? 😊

Hello hello, Anon! Hi! I'm so very sorry that it took me half a year to fulfill your request! I got carried away with other things in life and I just completely forgot about this. I'm really sorry for making you wait on this request.

I hope that this little fic makes you happy despite the wait.

Summary: You have a quiet little reunion with your boyfriend Finral. And he gives some sweet words which make your day. Genre: romance, fluff Word count: ~800

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You let out a loud yawn as you passed the threshold of your squad’s base.

You’d been out on an extended mission, helping watch the border. You didn’t see much point in the job since Diamond Kingdom had become weirdly inactive as of late. Something about taking a major blow during a battle at the Witches’ Forest. The border mission had been uneventful and thus boring. You felt like you’d wasted your time just walking around and twiddling your thumbs.

However, you were now home, ready to rest and prepare for more normal missions again.

As you approached your room, you noticed a figure, the familiar form of your partner Finral, standing right outside your door. Finral turned and his smile stretched so wide, you would’ve had to have been blind to miss it.

“You’re back!” Finral exclaimed and ran up to you. “I heard you were coming back today and I knew I had to welcome you back!” He extended his arms to his sides. “Hug?”

You nodded and let yourself into his embrace. It only lasted a few seconds before you felt like the hug had become too cuddly. Sure, you and Finral were dating but you didn’t need to be especially lovey-dovey with him. So you leaned away from him.

“Thanks for welcoming me back, Finral,” you said with a gracious nod.

Side-by-side, you and Finral went into the room and decided to lounge in the matching armchairs you had for decor. As they were placed to face each other, you were keenly aware of Finral staring at you with a lovestruck grin on his face.

“What is it?” you asked, raising your brow.

Finral shrugged then gave a casual, “Oh nothing, just admiring you.”

“That so? And… What exactly are you admiring?” The question was part joking and part genuine.

Back when you first started dating Finral, you had challenged him that he couldn’t make you blush with a single compliment. A silly challenge, you’d admit, but you kept yourself very composed that not even Finral’s corniest flirtations got to you.

“I love your everything-ness with all my everything-ness!”

“Has anyone else ever complimented your overwhelming, awe-inspiring spirit!”

“Your all-encompassing charm has me in a spell!”

The words were sweet and genuine but so silly that you only ever rolled your eyes and laughed.

So you offered him another chance at flustering you.

“You’re so adorable,” was all Finral responded with, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke.

Somehow, that short and simple phrase was making your heart pound and filling your head with a good kind of fuzziness. You didn’t feel yourself warm up, thankfully. So you tried your best to brush it off before it really got to you.

“That’s not gonna work on me.” But on the inside, it was totally working.

“It’s not?” Finral faux whined, his smile still on his face. “But I’ve been holding that one in for so long!”

You quirked up a brow and hummed in confusion. Finral noticed, and answered your silent inquiry.

“I thought you were adorable from day one, you know!” he blurted out. “But I never said it because you’re so cool and composed too so I thought you might take it the wrong way. But like… The way you smile, your penmanship, how you always let me hug you when I ask—”

“I didn’t let you hug me last week,” you interjected, trying to ignore the butterflies emerging in your stomach. Why did your curiosity have to get the better of you?

“Right. Correction: how you usually let me hug you when I ask. Oh, and there’s your dimples!” Finral’s dreamy smile never left his face. “There’s a lot more but…” He leaned his head back and sighed. “All in all, you’re just so adorable to me.”

There was nothing special to what he was saying. He wasn’t being especially poetic nor was he calling out anything grand. He was complimenting you, the everyday parts of you. And when Finral finished speaking, there was no denying the heat that you felt in your face. You were blushing without a doubt.

“W-well would you look at that.” You left your armchair and walked to stand over Finral. “You’ve finally made me blush.”

“Huh?!” Finral shot up and held your face. “Oh my gosh! Even your blushing face is adorable!”

Your gaze flicked to the side. “Yup, and now you’ve won the challenge.”

“Oh I don’t think so!” Finral pulled back and winked at you. “That was a whole slew of compliments I gave you. I need to bring that glow to your face with only one! Looks like I’ll have to try real hard now!”

You laughed. As silly as Finral was, he wasn’t the type of man to take the easy way out.

But now, you looked forward to the sweet and simple things that Finral might one day say to you.

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yayakoishii · 27 days

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Requests are now OPEN!

If you want to check out my writing, here's my masterlist with the fandom specific fic list: Masterlist

I am opening requests for the following characters!

❥ One Piece:

• Vinsmoke Sanji

• Portgas D. Ace

❥ Black Clover:

• Finral Roulacase

• Leopold Vermillion

• Magna Swing

✿ Some things to keep in mind before you request:

• I won't be able to start writing until after 10/04/2024 because I'm currently in the middle of exams. I will be going on break after them so I thought this would be a good time to collect any requests so I can edge myself back into writing during my break ^^

• I have completed till Punk Hazard in One Piece and I'm halfway through the Elf Reincarnation Arc in Black Clover (Ep. 130). Please be careful with spoilers, haha~

• In the requests, anything goes (no dead dove, like pedophilia, incest, etc. though) but please know that I haven't really attempted NSFW. I don't mind writing suggestive or seductive ideas though, I'm just not confident in my ability to write smut well lol. Also, I can write angst but I usually stay away from MCD. However, if your idea is interesting enough, I might end up doing it!

• Even if you do send in an ask, there's no guarantee I'll write it. Sometimes, I feel like I can't do an idea justice or I might not be able to write for some other reason.

• You can be as vague or detailed/specific as you want but try to keep the idea short (I'll write max up to 2-3k words, unless I get really inspired by the idea) and not too long! Shorter ideas will get written faster so I would prefer to have those.

• You can ask specifically for a fem reader or a gender neutral reader, but I'm not confident in writing male reader (gn is still an option, I'll weave the story such that there will be no use of pronouns at all)

• And lastly, I would appreciate it very much if you left kudos, reblogs, comments or even anon asks (if that's how you requested) letting me know what you think! It makes me very happy when I do a request and the requester enjoys it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Ultimately though, if you're unsure about anything, you can always send in an ask with any doubts. I hope to see some fun requests! :)

And even if I don't write your request, know that I appreciate it nonetheless ♡

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kaigarax · 6 months

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Whiteclover

Finral Roulacase x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone bringing you along." & "Fall in love with the thrill you experience with someone."

Someone You Loved Featuring: The Poet

It felt surreal for Finral Rouclase as he wandered around the art exhibit. Coffee coloured walls made the large room feel small and the dim lighting - which hovered only over the photos on display - seemed to enhance that feeling.

All the photos had been enlarged and shaped to the same size before being framed and hung upon the wall. The display, in Finral’s humble opinion, could have been classified as a work of art in itself. Both pleasing to the eye yet modeled in such a way that would elicit interesting and engaging conversation and thought.

Dozens of people filed in and out of the room, eagerly awaiting to inspect, reflect and admire the newest addition to your collection of albums.

Barely anyone seemed to spare Finral a second glance, though that was to be expected. While he may have been your muse in each of these photos none of them actually showed his face or gave away enough information as to who he really was. Of course, his name was listed somewhere in the pamphlet along with all the details about this collection but he doubted anyone actually really cared. It wasn’t the muse that people came here for but rather to see how the artist has depicted that very muse.

They had come here to see the photos you so lovingly had taken and designed.

They had come here to see you.

Finral finds it ironic how people seem to flock to you despite you rarely ever wanting to put yourself on display. In fact you’ve yet to even put a photo of yourself up on your website yet everyone seems to know exactly who you are on sight. He supposes that might have to do with that magnetic charisma you possess. The charisma, afterall, was what had made him agree to these photos in the first place.

Most photographers, at least from the stereotypes he’s been told of, tend to be more reserved and kept off to the side. They prefer to have their work be what people see first. Actually, now that he thinks about it perhaps you’re not so different from them afterall.

The photo hanging up against the wall next to him depicts an image of a table with a series of notebooks he’d been digging through. Open notebooks sprawled out across a table and atop of one another alongside an empty mug of coffee in the corner of the photo. Finral remembers that day. He’d been in the middle of searching through his different poems, looking for anything relating to his theme of light for his latest anthology, when you had suddenly decided to just come over.

Your laughter floats through the room, drawing Finral’s attention away from the photo and back towards you. People eagerly cling to your side as if just being in your presence will warrant an improvement on their own skills. And Finral’s envious. Envious of how you smile so brightly. How you manage to seem so calm and collected in an environment where everyone’s eyes are on you. That that Finral’s ever had any kind of stage fright but he knows for certain that your ability to entertain in itself is something to be admired.

Mostly though, he finds himself envious of the people that have been blessed with the privilege of standing at your side. He’s yet to speak to you. From the moment you entered till now (and likely till the moment you leave) you’ll be engaged in conversation with people that have come from far and wide in hopes of getting to bask in your presence.

Your clothing is light in weight and it creates this illusion that you aren’t walking but rather floating around the room. It’s a darker colour, matching the coffee coloured scheme of the room. Finral thinks the darker colour matches your eyes and complexion well.

“She’s pretty, ain’t she?” Says a teasing voice.

Finral jumps ever so slightly, but does his best to keep a neutral expression. It’s a man that’s chosen to approach him, a cool and confident smile on his face. His blonde hair is a similar shade to Finral’s own, though perhaps he’d describe it more as red than brown. The man allowed his hair to grow out long, just barely past his shoulder. Wild and untamed, Finral likening it to that of a lion’s mane.

He’s dressed in a fancy suite, black and tailored precisely to his form. An expensive suite similar to those his brother and father tend to favour. Finral thinks it actually looks quite nice in comparison to the man’s own light complexion. What throws the whole mature and dignified look to the side though are the cool blue shades over his eyes. They’re tacky, cheap and definitely useless in a dimly lit room like this one.

“Yeah,” Finral replies, his eyes moving away from the man and back towards you as you point to something in one of your photos, “I guess so.”

“Do you know her?” Asks the man.

“One would hope so,” Finral laughs, “considering all those photos she’s taken are of my works.”

The man raises a brow ever so slightly, amusement evident in the slight twitch of his lips, “so you’re the Poet.”

Finral takes a step towards the man, giving the man a raised brow in response, “what of it?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs haphazardly, “you’re just not what I was expecting.”

“And just what exactly were you expecting?” Asks Finral.

“Some love sick camera shy girl.”

“Huh. And your consensus on me?”

“Not a girl, but still camera shy,” the man grins, “and definitely love sick.”

“And who exactly are you again?”

“Ah, pardon my bad manners,” apologies the man but Finral can tell he absolutely doesn't mean it. He proclaims nothing but his first name with an arrogance of someone who thinks they’re much more important than they actually are.

“And what’s that supposed to mean to me?” Finral asks with a roll of his eyes.

The man laughs heartily, “you can just call me The Dancer.”

Finral responds with a simple raise of the brow which only seems to amuse the Dancer more. Now, Finral isn’t exactly knowledgeable of everyone you’ve ever taken a photo of but the title of Dancer is a familiar one. An exhibit you’d done maybe… two years ago now? Finral had never been all too big a fan of your different Muse photos, preferring your abstract and landscape albums, which is now not an irony lost to him as he now stands as your latest Muse.

“So what’re you doing here?” Finral asks, attempting to sound more curious than annoyed.

The Dancer smirks, “I was invited here. She always invites me to her showings.”

“Oh.” Finral can’t bring himself to ask why so instead he asks, “how long have you known her for?”

“Quite a few years now, actually. I was one of her first Muses, you know.”

Finral chuckles, “muse.”

“Hm?”

“It’s such a funny word, you know.”

“How so?”

“Originally they were the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Eventually the word came to be defined as a person who has become a source of inspiration for a creative artist.”

“And how is it strange?”

“Now we use it to define the relationship between us and her. A form of endearment used to keep a barrier between herself and the rest.”

The Dancer gets a strange look on his face at Finral’s words. He looks to be deep in debate about something, his eyebrows creasing and his eyes narrowing in as if he’s trying to focus on something far off in the distance. The look is quickly removed from Final’s gaze as the Dancer recomposes himself and smiles, “she always was quite an elusive person, wasn’t she?”

“Likes to stay just out of reach.”

The Dancer laughs heartily, “ain’t that the truth.”

And the conversation stops there. The two men did stand beside one another for another awkward moment or two before the Dancer eventually decided to leave. Likely going to grace another poor soul with his ever loud presence. And Finral is relieved if not ecstatic. Though he must admit there was a strange sort of comradery between himself and the Dancer.

Finral almost feels lonely now that the other man has gone. But only almost.

His favourite photo of himself hangs three frames down from where he’s currently standing. The first photo of Finral you had chosen to take. Before he had spoken to you, heck before he had even noticed you, you noticed him and snapped this photo before promptly going to speak to him about it. Asked him if he'd allow you to keep the photo and maybe even volunteer to be in a few more.

And he, of course, had said yes.

The photo captures him from behind, his computer propped up on one side while he scribbles notes onto his notepad with the other. The light coming in from the window beside him makes the cafe look so much warmer than it had been and makes Finral look so much more approachable yet mysterious at the same time. Makes him look more like an author than a broke college student.

His favourite thing about the photo though had to have been how you somehow managed to capture the ambiance of the cafe. The charm of entering in the midst of winter with the tips of your fingers numb and the top of your head covered in a light layer of fluffy white snowflakes. He could almost smell the burnt coffee.

He’s always wondered about this photo in a way he’s never been able to ask. Wondered about how you managed to capture such an expression of emotion despite not being able to see his face. Wondered about the different world this photo seemed to take place in. Mostly though, he wondered if this is how others saw him from the outside?

A man with dark hair moves to stand beside Finral. He is only slightly taller than Finral himself but his presence feels large. It’s as though the people in the room have parted like the red sea in order to make way for him. His eyes are covered with the edge of his bangs and the part of his face that Finral can see is a scowl; a look that says he’d rather be anywhere but here.

Immediately, Finral recognizes him as The Bookkeeper.

“You look nervous.” Says the Bookkeeper.

Finral brings a hand to the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly, “was it that obvious?”

Finral can see a shadow of a smile behind the Bookkeeper’s stony expression as he replies with a curt, “very.”

Finral can see why you, at one point, had been so entranced by such a man. Even Finral can see the strange sort of charm he seems to possess. Both mysterious and dashing in an anti-hero sorta way. Perhaps not the one that gets the girl in the end by a typical second male lead.

The Bookkeeper seems all too amused as his eyes move back and forth from Finral’s own form to the picture the two of them happen to be standing in front of.

“What do you do for a living, Poet?” The Bookkeeper asks.

Finral raises a brow, “me?”

“You are the Poet, aren’t you?” The Bookkeeper lets out a nervous sorta chuckle, “unless I’m mistaken.”

“You're not.”

“That’s good.”

“And you’re the Bookkeeper, right?”

“I’m not a big fan of that particular title but yes. If it helps you to identify me.”

And then it’s quiet again. Neither man is really certain of what they should say to the other. Neither of them seem to possess the same… natural conversion skills as the Dancer which is both a blessing and a curse. Their conversion (or lack of) certainly seems to be paying for that.

The Bookkeeper turns his attention back towards the photo in front of them, “so are you an author?”

“An aspiring one.” Finral smiles modestly, “I’m afraid my title isn’t nearly as metaphorical as your own. I’m a poet, through and through.”

“Ironic then, isn’t it?”

Poets, people known for speaking in lyrical tunes and mysteries. Those known for making songs and allusions. Bleeding metaphor and smilies. That someone drowning in rhetorical devices and literary terms would be regulated to simply the words that define their profession.

“Huh,” Finral laughed, “I suppose. So what do you do Mr. Bookkeeper? I don’t suppose you’re a librarian, are ya?”

The Bookkeeper laughed and not the nervous or embarrassed one that Finral had expected. It was warm and reminded Finral of that one time he’d laughed so hard “I guess a title like that would cause an assumption like that! But no, I’m no librarian. In fact, I don’t even work with books. I’m a professional football player.”

“Wow! I wouldn’t have expected that!”

“Yeah,” the Bookkeeper smiled sheepishly, “I’m not the most popular player because of my position but I do enjoy what I do.”

“So how’d you end up getting such a title in the first place?”

“I’m not so sure, myself. I think it has something to do with where we met and the photos she ended up taking. I’m not even an avid reader in the first place.”

“Maybe it has to do with maintaining records. Like with banks?”

The Bookkeeper shrugged.

“Maybe you should ask her about it.” Suggested Finral.

“You haven’t known her very long, have you?”

“What gives you that impression?”

The Bookkeeper's smile shifts from a polite one into something identical to amusement, “she never answers questions the way you want her to.”

“Oh, I guess I’ve never really noticed that.”

The Bookkeeper gave him a tap on his shoulder as if trying to console him ever so slightly, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. So you plan on staying for the reception?”

“I don’t think she’d forgive me if I skipped.”

“Yeah, I don’t think she would either,” the Bookkeeper chuckled, “see you around,” before heading off to see the rest of the exhibit.

Finral gave a slight wave, “yeah. See you around.”

He watched the Bookkeeper disappear into the distance, the crowd opening a path up before quickly closing it up behind him. Must be nice to have such a presence. Finral has never really considered himself someone that stood out much and even when he did it was usually only in small groups for short periods of time.

“Hey, Finral!” You popped up at his side, a bright smile on your face, “I’ve been looking for you all day. Figures you’d be in front of this photo through.”

Finral smiled, “you looked busy when I came in and I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You could never brother me.”

His heart fluttered, “oh that reminds me, I got something for you.”

“Oh?”

The boy reached into the pocket of his suite before pulling out a small white box. You eyed it curiously as he handed it to you, your eyes sparkling in amusement.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Just open it and see.”

“Alright, fine.” The lid of the white box easily slid off revealing a dried and pressed white flower, the edges tinted a slight shade of pink.

Finral blushed, “I heard that people usually give flowers for this sort of thing so I decided to head to the flower shop but nothing really spoke to me and then I remembered that day we went out walking and picked whiteclovers. Anyways, I know it’s small and old but-”

“I love it.”

Fall in love with someone bringing you along.

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Whiteclover

I must admit, amongst the many things this world had offered me, I had only ever seemed to yearn for one thing. One thing that has never been my own. One thing that would never belong to me because it was always meant to be yours.

I suppose in another life it might have been mine too, but a shattered soul like mine is hardly the proper environment to allow something as gentle and fragile as it to thrive.

It is a sin, greater than anything else, to covet what is not yours. An unforgivable misendeavor. A curse that brings all of one’s faults to the forefront. A plea of judgement that-

“Does reading help you become a better writer?”

Finral peaked over the top of his book, smiling at the curious expression on your face as you peered up at him. Your eyes wide and your smile peaking through the corners of your lips. You really were quite cute.

“One would assume so, considering my Professors seem to assign three new readings each class.” Answered Finral.

You sighed, flapping the photo in your hand back and forth in an attempt to make it appear faster, “and an entire novel every month.”

“You say that as if you’re the one that has to read it.” Teased Finral.

“I’m the one competing for your attention.”

“Are you now?”

“Of course. Why else would I be here, my good sir?”

Finral smirks, “because you clearly have nothing better to do.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I’m quite well known in the artistic community! In fact, I turned down a very lucrative job to spend the day with you.”

Finral’s heart flutters, “how’s that photo of yours look, anyways?”

You puffed your cheeks out, “you don’t get to see it.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re not paying attention to me and only people that pay attention to me get to see my works of art.”

Finral places his book, leaving the pages open, before quickly pinning you to the ground, your hands above your head, “I’m paying attention to you right now, aren’t I?”

“Too little, too late, Sir.” You huffed.

“Come on, (Y/n)!” Finral pouted playfully, “you know you don’t mean that.”

“I’ll have you know I always mean exactly what I say.”

Finral leans in towards you, “oh, do you now?”

You copy Finral’s actions, leaning in towards him. Finral feels heat flow from his chest to his face as the distance between the two of you closes. His confidence from before is suddenly gone.

His eyes flutter close.

And then he’s hit with a sudden light jab in the side of his ribs. Nothing too painful but it’s startling and causes him to weaken his hold for the briefest of moments. That moment of hesitation you’re slipping out of his grasp and slipping the photo into your pocket, a smirk on your face.

Finral pouts as you stand up and dust the dirt from your clothes.

“So I guess that’s a no?” Asks Finral.

“Precisely.”

Finral tries his best to calm the fluttering in his chest. You, on the other hand, don’t seem very affected. Instead fidgeting around with the polaroid camera you brought along for the trip. There’s a bright blue bird perched up on a tree in the distance that you seem to be slowly approaching, a cute half smile on your face.

The concentrated look on your face is almost enough to make Finral laugh.

He doesn't of course - but he almost does.

Okay, well maybe he lets out a slight chuckle. But only a small one.

“Are you planning on going somewhere?” Finral asks, “because if you get any closer you’ll probably scare away the poor thing.”

“And isn’t that the beauty of life?”

“What, scaring someone off?”

You laugh, “no. Of course not. Beauty in the fact that it is forever fleeting.”

“Then why take pictures?”

“Because I’d like to be able to share that beauty with everyone else.”

Finral laughs, “so you want to share photos of me with the world because you find me beautiful?”

“Precisely.”

Finral suddenly finds himself very thankful that your gaze (and half of your attention) is on the three up ahead or else you’d see how red his face had suddenly become. His heart is beating erratically and his palms are so sweaty he’d leave fingerprints on the edges of the pages of his book if he were to pick it up.

What had intended to be a moment of teasing and laughter had turned into something like… well something like this.

Why did you always have to be so candid sometimes? So cruel and uncaring for the feelings of others. Finral can say for certain that you’ve broken more than your fair share of hearts. From your ability to draw others into the smile in your eyes.

Finral isn’t all too aware of your occupation. He obviously knows that you’re a famous photographer of some sort. Most well known for your collection of albums called The Muses. Such a Romantic term you’ve chosen to endow to individuals that must have meant something to you. Finral can’t say that he’s looked through every single one of those photos but he has seen a large majority of the one’s you’ve released to the public (and even a few that you didn’t) and he’s noticed a common thread among them.

A common look within the eyes of everyone you seem to speak so fondly of.

From the Soldier to the Journalist.

He can’t exactly name what that commonality is but he does know that it’s there. That there’s something there. Something romantic and profound. Something very you.

“Cat got your tongue, Finral?” You tease, your eyes sparkling.

“Ha ha ha, very funny.”

You grin, “very much so.”

Finral huffs, dropping back down onto the picnic blanket and covering his head with the book he’d left on the ground earlier.

The book isn’t something he typically picks off the shelf but was assigned by one of his Professors. A little philosophical piece that surrounds self depreciation. The psychology of love through the mind of someone in the midst of trauma from war. While rather thought provoking it’s been a little tough for him to get through. The author often goes off on long tangents about the strangest of things. Going into depth about ideas that Finral just can’t seem to grasp his head around.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, the book is a little like you.

“Taking a nap?” You ask, a teasing lit to your voice.

“No.”

“Then what? Just relaxing your eyes for a bit?”

“Precisely.”

You laugh.

It’s a pretty kinda laugh.

When Finral grows up (though he’s already an adult) hopes to be someone like you. So drawn into all the little things of life. He hopes to be as in love with the world as you seem to be. As connected as you are. He’d always had trouble connecting to others, growing up. Though that might’ve had more to do with his brother than himself. No, scratch that. Even without his brother’s influence he still struggled with connecting with others. And it wasn’t from lack of trying. It was just that he never seemed to have the right words; which was now ironic considering his choice in profession.

A snapping of your polaroid camera is followed up with the sound of a photo being printed.

He doesn't bother looking up.

You’re humming a vaguely familiar song. Maybe a nursery song of some sort? It’s a playful melody that dips and rises in quick succession. It brings Finral back to when he was still a boy reading a book while his mother knits something for him. Back before his father had taken another wife and his mother had died. Back before everything in his life had seemingly come crumbling down and he was forced to leave home.

Back before-

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” You ask.

Finral shrugs, “I think I have some early morning classes. But other than that I should be free. I did plan on studying. Why? Did you have something in mind?”

“Nothing in particular,” you shrugged, “I was originally supposed to meet up with a childhood friend of mine but he had to cancel. I was going to see a movie with him but now I have an extra ticket and I wondered if you wanted to come.”

“What movie?”

“A comedy romance.”

“Really?” Finral asked. You were going to see a romantic comedy with a male friend?

“Yeah. My friend really enjoys that kinda thing. He’s in the army so he’s not really the biggest fan of action and what not. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can always find someone else. Or I could just go a-”

“I’ll go.” Finral exclaimed.

You smiled, “thanks.”

Finral flushed, “of course~”

There’s a slight breeze in the air today. It turns what would’ve been a scalding hot day into a pleasant one perfect for sitting out in the sun. Finral had originally planned on staying inside and catching up on his readings when he got a call from you asking if he’d want to head out for the day.

And how could he say no?

But it was always hard for him to say no to pretty girls like you. Actually, Finral imagined it was hard for anyone to say no to you when you looked at them with such an expression. He’s certain that if you asked someone to steal something for you they’d do it without a second thought. It was just the kind of pretty you were. The kind of person you were.

“Have you been in love?” Finral asks.

“Hm,” you take a seat beside him, “haven’t we all?”

“No.”

“No?”

“There’s no way that everyone’s been in love before.” Finral explains, “there are plenty of adults that haven’t had the chance to fall in love with someone else before. And there are children and toddlers that don’t even understand what it means to fall in love.”

“Have you asked every person if they’ve been in love before?”

“No.”

“Then how can you know?”

“Because there was a point in life where I hadn’t fallen in love.”

“Really?”

“Well I think so…” Finral paused, “hey wait a minute! How can you say that everyone’s been in love at least once? Have you asked everyone?”

You laugh, “no I definitely haven’t asked everyone. But everyone I have asked has admitted to being in love at least once in their life. Has someone said otherwise to you?”

“Well I’ve only asked one person and I’m still waiting for her answer.”

“I did give you an answer.”

“Not a clear one.”

“But isn’t it your job as a Poet to decrypt things for others? To make an understanding of the mysteries of life?”

“And are you one of life’s mysteries?”

“Well, you said it. Not me.”

“You’re insufferable.” Finral sighed.

“Only for you~” You picked the book off of Finral’s face, beginning to read where he left off, “a plea of judgement that none will ever find themselves fit to determine. To covet another is to force your own affections upon them; it is to steal a piece of them that you can never return; it is to mar and shatter all that would be, could be, and should be.” You laugh, “quite the book your Professor has assigned you to read.”

“I like it.”

“That’s good. I doubt I’d be able to read something like this for very long. Probably would’ve thrown this book into the depths of the ocean if I had to read anymore.”

Finral smiles, “it reminds me of you.”

“Depressing and convoluted?”

Finral laughs, “something people are always reaching for.”

“Wow,” you tease, “you really are quite poetic aren’t you.”

Finral rolls his eyes but smiles, “well one of us has to be.”

Fall in love with the thrill you experience with someone else.

#black clover #black clover x reader #finral roulacase x reader #100 ways to fall in love #someone you loved

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vs-redemption · 1 year

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Hi Cindy! I'm a new(ish) follower of yours, but I've really been enjoying all of your soft, fluffy content (on Sundays especially) so I thought I'd send in a request of my own, if that's okay. For this Soft Sunday can I have some friendship 🤝(I think that's the right emoji) headcanons for Finral Roulacase from Black Clover, please? (He's pretty soft so I thought he'd be a good choice and I saw you've written about him before 😊). Thank you so much and have a great day! 💕

Soft Sunday Headcanons: Finral + 🤝

Finral is, unfortunately, the type of person to make a bad first impression accidentally. He might come on too strong with the flirting in the beginning which might put people off a bit.

When he realizes you aren't interested in that way he's embarrassed and sort of keeps his distance because he doesn't want to bother you anymore.

He doesn't like to admit it, but he doesn't see himself as being a good candidate as a 'friend.' His low self esteem is his biggest weakness.

It takes time, but he eventually finds that healthy balance with you.

At first, he'll agree to hang out and do things together, but he'll be a bit stiff and formal.

He's very submissive in that he'll agree to whatever you want and brush off any concerns you may have about him.

After a while, he will open up and feel safer around you.

It means so much when you let him confide in you without putting him down or judging him.

He needs someone who can validate his feelings and make him feel like he's worth taking up time and space with you.

Once that bond is formed, you will really get to see Finral bloom and come to life.

He is a very loyal friend and wants to be a shoulder you can lean on as well.

#Soft Sunday #Finral Roulacase x Reader #Finral Roulacase Headcanons #Black Clover x Reader #Black Clover headcanons

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nakunakunomi · 2 years

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congrats on all the followrs! can i request hcs about finral reacting to reader(gn or fem is fine) being stood up and reader being bummed about it? thank

Hiya! I am rewatching BC at the moment and I felt suddenly inspired to work on these BC requests! Hope you enjoy this! <3 It turned out to be a bit of a mini scenario more than actual HC? So the paragraphs are there, but I decided not to add bulletpoints, if that make sense!

2nd person. Gn Reader

Finral and Reader who got stood up - HC

Finral had noticed you sitting all alone at the table in one of his favorite restaurants. The way you were dressed up, the way you had only ordered something to drink and especially the way you looked over at the clock at regular intervals, made it not so hard to deduce that you were waiting for someone, probably a date.

He couldn’t help but frown at the idea of even being late for a date. Judging by the hour, the person you were waiting for was really late. He himself was finishing his last drink after yet another unsuccesful mixer.

He wasn’t sure why you were stood up either. In any and all senses of the word, you looked good. Sad, sure, but he was sure that with a smile on your face you’d be even better looking. You were calm, polite, not losing control over your emotions, and above all… extremely patient.

He was about to leave over half an hour later, and it was becoming clear that your date was a no-show. He paid the bill, and contemplated just leaving the restaurant without saying anything, but he felt a pang of guilt, even though he did not know you. He knew the pain of being stood up very well though, and that was why he ended up walking to your table, taking the seat that was opposite of you and sat down.

You looked up, wondering who this stranger was. You had been lost in thoughts, thinking about just how long you could stay seated before there was nothing left of your pride or dignity. It was the second chance you had given to this man. You had been stood up twice. Your self-loathing reached an all time high. Just how stupid could you be?

“I am sorry for interrupting, possibly, but I couldn’t help but wonder if you were sitting all by yourself here on purpose or..”

You grimaced. Sure, he could have good intentions, but that came across as yet another blow. Of course you were not spending the night here alone, all dressed up and sipping from yet another drink, stomach rumbling because you didn’t dare to order food just in case your date did show up.

“No. It’s not on purpose. I am waiting for someone who’s probably not gonna show up again. For the second time”, you replied through gritted teeth, preparing for him to laugh, but instead he looked at you with a frown.

“You got stood up twice? You gave them a second chance and they just stomped all over that? How disrespectful.”

He seemed truly upset, and you couldn’t help but feel relieved as you shrugged. “It’s okay, I am used to it, one day someone will show up.”

“Do you still have time?”

“Excuse me?” You were taken aback by the question.

“Do you still have time? For a date?”

You were completely dumbfounded now.

“I do, but well,” you gestured vaguely, “no date.”

Finral smiled, introducing himself, before leaning over the table to touch your arm gently. The touch sent a pleasant jolt through your body pretty fast. You couldn’t help but smile a little as you told him your name.

“Well y/n, let me be your date for the night then.”

#Black clover #Black clover x reader #finral x reader #finral x you #finral x y/n #finral roulacase x reader #finral roulacase #reader insert #black clover headcanons #black clover reader insert #request

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missyandthemisfits · 8 months

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The Black Bulls x Chubby!Reader

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

How would they react to developing a crush on a chubby magic knight??? Heck if I know but I got some ideas-

Asta

- If there's one person on this list of suitors who just straight up does not care about size, it's this one right here

- You're strong, you're a great cook, and he has fun with you- that's all this one cares about, really

- Unfortunately, he's not the brightest bulb and he doesn't exactly get it when he's being approached romantically, so they're gonna have to spell it out in some way shape or form

- It is only after you two are together that he realizes 'You know what? I think I've had a crush on you for a while now'

- Such a cute dork

Magna

- Not gonna lie, he's gonna want someone whom he can lift so he can fLEX on everyone-

- That said if you're cute and sassy enough, man is hitting the workout sessions HARD, just to be able to carry all that gorgeous around town- basically the ultimate flex

- He obviously is the first to confess albeit extremely flustered and surprisingly full of self doubt

- He's actually kind of insecure, especially about his looks - go easy on him

Luck

- Honestly? Very into someone on the plusher side and for completely selfish reasons at that - huge, HUGE cuddler once you get him down long enough (plz wrestle him he wants it so bad)

- Is ever so slight the tease, doesn't help that he's incredibly subtle about it either

- Makes a point to be around you damn near 24/7 so that way when he's not around, you definitely notice (calculated) the lack of lighthearted teasing

- Believe it or not, 100% makes sure he's got a fighting chance before confessing - he can't afford to be rejected by someone who means this much to him (can't handle that)

-Also be wary, randomly grabs you just... all the time, consciously and unconsciously. You've become his single yet constant source of comfort

Vanessa

- Forgive her she means well, but may or may not unintentionally offend by offering up diets and routines and walks around town together - I SWEAR she's only trying to be kind

- If you're honest about your feelings on it though, she feels just AWFUL and apologetic and buys you many, many gifts to try and make up for it

- Truthfully, you guys just kinda ended up becoming an item one day - rumors of a drunken kiss still floating around town, unconfirmed

- Doesn't mind it too much all in all, especially if you spoil her

Finral

- He's a little apprehensive about it at first, his mind barreling back into the teasing of how scrawny and weak he is and he's not entirely confident in his ability to shall we say satisfy -

- Buuuut quickly says 'Screw it' when he realizes how amazing you are, on and off the battlefield

- When I say this man cannot WAIT for the end of every night just to hold you??? I MEAN IT

- Very soft for his soft s/o, would give them the moon

Charmy

- You already know she doesn't care like come on

- And honestly, she may try to pressure you into many, many impromptu snacking sessions. Food is cooked by her 97% of the time, always.

- However if you have any personal health or fitness goals, Charmy is more than capable of curtailing menus to be healthy AND tasty so that's a plus for sure - but you will have to drag her along if you want her to walk with you

- Again, the relationship just sort of happened - even you two aren't quite sure when

Gauche

- Sorry lovelies but this man's first ever comment may be about your weight, granted he was already upset about Asta and Marie earlier but STILL - no bueno

- It's only after he starts getting to know you that he realizes what complete ASS he was during that first meeting. Will eventually apologize for that, it's said very softly and he sounds kind of annoyed but he's more annoyed with himself than anything

- It's gonna take quite some time to worm much of anything that isn't full of sarcasm out of him, let alone a confession, unless you decide to take that first step

- Hope you're ready for the slowest of burns -

Gordon

- If you think this awkward bean would EVER judge you on your weight, or anything for that matter, think again!

- Absolutely adores you for you; all your dimples and folds, all your past trauma, every facet of you is something he wants to learn more of and explore - absolutely all of it

- He develops a crush pretty early on but good luck getting that confession out of him

- Absolutely will nOT confess until you do because he needs to be 1000% sure he's not gonna scare you off like he did the others...

- Hand holding is must, it comforts him so

- Truthfully anything more than light sweet touches will send him to the moon, so be wary of feinting if you go in for a smooch

Grey

- So very, very shy this one is

- Doesn't actually care about your size, only about how you treat others and most importantly yourself - won't stand for negative talk and bombards you with "T-that's not true at all...!" followed closely by an entire assortment of things that make you so great in her eyes

- Just... so damn sweet

- You'll definitely be the one initiating anything and everything romantic, to include a confession so uh yea

- Just LOVES holding onto your arm once she's comfortable enough, both for support and as something of physical affection

Zora

- Yeeeea dubs you something akin to 'Chubs' upon meeting you, there's like...no way around that. He's mostly harmless tho...mostly

- Truthfully tho he's actually really attracted to curves - not that he's ever gonna tell you that (not without a teasing smirk and remark, anyway)

- He's gonna be dropping the most subtle hints that he's interested in you and the harmless flirting is eventually gonna turn into legitimately pining on both sides so you just flat out tell him one day "If we're gonna keep going like this, we should at least be official..."

- He was content with a situationship of sorts, but a relationship certainly has it perks - ones he could get behind given time

Henry

- This sweetheart is just ecstatic he's found someone with such a plethora of mana (or no mana at all, your choice), someone he can actually be around for more than a few seconds - he does NOT care

- Helps if you're nice, but won't shun you away if you have a mean streak- he's not that type of guy

- Believe it or not, he's actually the first to cave and confess his undying love - and no that is not an exaggeration he genuinely falls very hard and very fast

- His biggest dream is to be able to hold you in his admittedly frail arms, caress your hair, and whisper sweet nothings to you as you drift to sleep

- He'll keep that dream close to his heart until he can make it a reality

Secre

- Not one for judgment, but also not one for romance so this one might be tough

- She's a sucker for people who are upbeat and positive though so if you've got that going for you, you stand a really good chance of at least grabbing her attention

- Slowest of slow burns here, folks

- You'll be the one administering the confession , as well as many complements, to a very adorably flustered Secre and boy is that priceless

- She very much enjoys pockets, will constantly have her hands in yours for comfort - a little weird but very cute

Noelle

- Yes absolutely she has a preference and it's definitely not chubby- no offense (please do not take offense I for one think you're amazing)

- It's gonna take someone with a strong backbone to handle the condescending frowns and holier-than-thou attitude that comes along with crushing on this one, you've been warned

- It'll take a while of chipping away at her steely exterior before she's ready to give way to the fact that yea, you're pretty darn cute

- You confess several different times before she gives it a real go - hang in there

Nacht

- May come as a surprise, but he doesn't really care about size - just about the character of your person

- So yes he's all for someone on the curvy side, actually one of the few that compliments you outright upon meeting you

- Probably puts you through a serious of subtle tests to see how suitable you really are and how compatible you may be with him (cause let's face it, he plays for keeps) but he's very honest about the fact that he's interested in pursuing you romantically

- Touches are feather light in public, but he very much likes to have his hand at the small of your back or gingerly around your waist

- A man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to pursue it? Hell.Yes.

Yami

- Excuse me but this guy dreams of having some short, curvy so and so on his arm - someone he can really grab onto

- He's got this glint in his eyes that almost creeps you out at first but is quickly squelched by the invitation to drinks

- It only takes 2 more trips to one bar or another for him to know he wants to start talking to you on a more personal level

- Will grab ass anywhere, anytime so just... keep that in mind

- Less of a solid confession, more of a drunken offer, something along the lines of "Hey, we should totally make this a thing. This us thing or whatever it is-,"

- He's slurring and you're positive he won't remember a damn thing but he remembers everything, all the way down to how gorgeous you looked that evening

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A/N - I want you all to remember that no matter WHAT size you are; you deserve love, happiness, and to feel good in that beautiful skin you're in! <3

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Hi ducky may I place an order? I'd like a medium iced tea with light ice with caramel drizzle and cookie crumbles please :D

name on the order is finral <3

Hehe Finral 😍

I will need one tall order of this man and this man alone holy fuck

PLEASE GOD MAKE THIS MAN REAL

ILL PAY YOU BRO

IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM

CW BELOW THE CUT: None

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

The nighttime was something that you had always found serene and comforting. Being a Black Bull meant that you could always fend for yourself if danger managed to find you. That doesn’t mean that you were always let off the hook, but you mainly stayed safe no matter where you went.

You were on high alert, having just fended off some petty thieves who tried to stick you up. Your senses were heightened, and you were honestly too on edge.

The sudden sound of your name being called and pattering footsteps caused you to summon your grimoire.

“S-Stay back! I don’t want to have to use my magic!”

“Woah! (N/N), it’s just me.”

You blinked to regain your composure, your eyes focusing onto the person with you.

“F-Finral?” You sputtered.

“Sorry to spook you.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Are you alright?”

You exhaled in relief, body slumping to its usual relaxed posture. “Yeah.” You felt the tension leave your body as Finral placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, rubbing slowly. “Thanks, Fin.”

The brunette smiled warmly, “Anytime.”

“So” you began, continuing your slow walk, “What brings you to this part of town?”

“Ah.”

Well shit. You had caught him. He had to think of a lie, and fast.

“Well you know me, I’m Yami’s 5* errand boy.” Finral replied with an awkward chuckle.

Truth be told, the spatial magic user knew that you would be walking at this time of night. Every ounce of chivalry in his body told him that he should not be letting the person he loves walk alone during night time, it was too dangerous, even if you were a magic knight.

“But what’s got you out here so late? It’s not safe.”

You giggled leaning into his side, “I’m not a helpless person in distress. I’m a Bull, just like you.” You smiled warmly at him, failing to notice his growing awkwardness, “But I appreciate your concern for me. It’s sweet. Thank you, Finnie.”

Finral swore he could’ve melted on the spot at the nickname. His gentle grip on your shoulder fell lax for a split second as he tried to regain his composure.

A sudden bright light illuminated the sky, causing the two of you to look up. A shooting star crossed your lines of sight. “Make a wish, Fin!” You chirped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What did you wish for?” You turned to him, eyes sparkling in under the silvery moonlight.

Oh how your eyes would be the death of him.

His hand came off your shoulder to hold a finger to his lips. “You know I can’t tell you. If I did, my wish wouldn’t come true, and it’s one that I greatly want to.”

Finral couldn’t help but smile at the subtle pout that fell over your features. “Come on, you. Let’s get you home safe. The others are probably waiting for us.”

You beamed at him, bounding up to his side.

“Here,” he chimed, holding out his outstretched fingers. “take my hand.”

Without hesitating, you interwound his fingers with yours, swinging your arms as you walked. The brunette chuckled sweetly at your adorable behavior.

As if to try and ruin the moment, the sky opened up and it began to pour. The two of you yelped as you sped up your pace. Soon you were running through the rain, laughing your asses off.

By the time the two of you returned, you were both cold from the rain, and warm from giggling the entire way home. Your hands were still intertwined when you walked through the doors, causing Magna to comment immediately.

“Oooh, look at them holding hands.” The flame magic user cooed.

You beamed at your teammate, squeezing Finral’s hand, “Yep! Fin walked home with me just to make sure I was okay. Isn’t he the greatest?”

The spatial magic user thought he would melt straight into the floor on the spot. Between your praises, Magna’s teasing, and the teasing eyebrows of his teammates, Finral couldn’t take much more flush on his face.

“Okay, okay. L-Let’s get you into the bath and into some warm clothes.” The brunette sputtered.

Vanessa couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw the brunette hug you goodnight. The gentle pink dust on his cheeks had proven her suspicions correct.

After Finral had disappeared down the hallway, the witch called out to you. “(Y/N).”

You turned to look at her.

“He totally has the hots for you, sweetie.”

You furrowed your brows, attempting to stutter out a response. “N-No! He just walked me home. I-I-It’s not a big deal. Any of the guys here would do the same! Right? Magna? Luck? Gord-“

“(N/N).” Magna interrupted, “Fin has spatial magic… Why didn’t he just portal the two of you home?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Hello! How are you? I've only recently found your blog and it's swiftly becoming one of my favourites. I would like to request Langris, William, Nacht and Finral with a s/o that has a beautiful singing voice (it's especially helpful when they use it to help calm the boys down after very bad nightmares).

Hiya! I'm pretty good, summer vacation (and thus work) is rolling in, but I've had opportunities to meet up with irl friends lately and it's amazing. Awww, I'm super happy to hear that you like my content! ^-^ And welcome, welcome, I do hope that you continue to enjoy your stay

Pairing: Langris x gn!reader, William x gn!reader, Nacht x gn!reader, Finral x gn!reader Genre: general/fluff Fanfic type: headcanons Total length: ~1.1k

Langris

He has always found your voice to be very soothing, even before you started dating and he heard you humming out something, or singing some quiet tune, mostly to yourself. The blessed pieces of a melody he only got to hear in passing.

And it was one of then reasons why he found himself gravitating to you. But only one of them. It was just the icing on the cake. Just one more thing that added to your gentle presence.

On most days most occasions.

But there was something in which that lovely voice of you, the heavenly melody that fell from you when you sang, was better than anything else he could imagine. And that was during the nights when, although they had grown more scarce since you wound up together, he had a nightmare.

He always woke up in cold sweat, after having relived the worst parts of the nightmare over and over again. His chest was heaving, and he could barely see the room around him from the way his gaze had glazed over.

Then the one thing that reached him, was your loving embrace; the way your arms wrapped around his head, as if to cradle it. And the songs, the tune, the hum that flowed through the air, bringing him comfort.

That was how he managed to lay back down, and close his eyes. The sweet, comforting melody of your voice, was heaven on earth.

William

He first heard you singing on a warm summer day, and he couldn’t help but think how it was more sweet than any song bird he had heard in his life. And the more he had the privilege to hear it, the more blissful it grew in his ears.

Even after you start dating, even after you move in together and being a life, as a couple; all throughout it just becomes more like a piece of heaven.

You, just as you are, are like a blessing of a heaven to him. Your voice, the lovely melody of your voice, is just an extension of it.

But during the nights where he relives the memories, the past events that Patri has showed him; the nights when he wakes up screaming, you’re there for him. You whisper sweet nothing to his ear, taking his hand, and begin to sing a quiet song that eases the racing of his heart.

The rapid breath disappears, and the shaking of his body ceases, and the knowledge that you’re there, pushes away all the darkest of dreams he might’ve seen.

The quiet, heaven-like song you sing, that caresses his ears, brings him bliss and sleep at the wee hours of the night. Even if… during those moments, he’d like to stay awake, and just listen. Just listen to you.

But the comforting melody takes the better of him, and he falls asleep in your arms, every time.

And that makes you smile.

Nacht

Companionship and comfort haven’t been … familiar for him, for most of his life. Even less since Morgen died, since he had been Nacht’s one trusted friend; someone he could confide to.

But your voice… no matter how much he tried to push you away; or rather pull himself away from you and that blessed melody that was the song that left your lips… He just-, couldn’t. He couldn’t stay away, but instead found himself flocking back to you; like a moth to a flame.

However, it wasn’t his destruction, it was his rebirth. It was his salvation that he found in your gentle presence and the soft tune of your voice. And he wanted to do everything in his power to cherish you in the ways you deserve.

And the nights… when it was the shadows of his mistakes, the memories of old… that came back to haunt him. He had forgotten the taste of screams and cries years ago; he had almost forgotten how to wake up from those nightmares. But… when he did… he was shivering, terrified right down to the bone.

That is when he feels that the heavens are shunning him with all of their weight, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

It is then that he hears you singing, right next to him. And those sweet words, that gentle, comforting melody … it is like the key to the pearly gates themselves.

The shadows, the painful memories fade into the background, and he pulls you closer into his embrace, just listening. And he doesn’t want you to stop singing, because it makes him warm… it makes his worries and fears seep away.

You really are heaven on earth to him.

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Finral

He has always, always said that he finds your voice gorgeous. It’s amazing, and lovely, and all around wonderful. And he means it. He very much means it. Even if the words don’t quite seem to do your voice justice, at least in his opinion.

But he does try to find new ways of telling you just how much joy he feels when he hears you sing. It fills him with a light, airy sensation that courses through him.

He could sit down and listen to you all day, but he doesn’t dare to ask to hear you sing that often. Not even if it brings him such comfort. He doesn’t want to ask, because it seems like insisting; like a demand, and he doesn’t want to demand.

It’s apparent, however, from just how wide his smile is, just how much he enjoys the melody of your voice. Which is why, during the late nights, when you’re woken from your sleep by the muffled sound of a cry that results from him having been woken by a nightmare.

He tries to keep his sobbing quiet, even if it had been the jolt, he made that woke you up. But as you wrap your arms around him, and begin to sing a quiet song, right next to his ear, he turns to you and answers your embrace. He presses his head against you and focuses on the melody of your voice, dripping to his skin like some divine nectar. And it makes it all okay.

His tears cease, and the terrified thumping of his heart quiets down… There is only you, the gentle melody, and him.

And everything is aright with the world.

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I saw on your master list you wanted some black clover requests and so was thinking how about Finral and Magna (separately) with an s/o who has strong magic but isn't really confident in their abilities and them just encouraging their s/o. Fluff would be great thank you

S/O with strong powers! ✧.*

. Thank u smmm!! this concept is so cuteee . disclaimer; I'm currently reading the manga and I watched the anime quite a while ago so please don't pay mind if its ooc! . warnings: none

✧.* Finral x gn reader ✧.* Magna x gn reader

FINRAL Roulacase

It's been too long. Too long since you've last looked happy and confident and it's been having a toll on Finral too. Should he bring it up? Should he just let you do your own thing and find yourself? He couldn't even if he wanted to. And that's why he's lost for words as your both sitting down at the base of the black bulls:

"Y/n- You seem quite down? Is there any problems??" He held his breath.

"Huh?" You looked off into the distance, debating whether your little problem was a big enough deal to talk about. You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the man you love.

"Nothing really, it's nothing" You gave him a reassuring smile. But he could easily see through that façade.

He gently took your hand and placed it into his, he had worry weaved into his eyebrow. You couldn't help yourself at that face.

"It's just I just don't know how I possibly made it into this squad," he looked at you and you knew he was intently listening; reassuring you to go on, "I don't think my abilities are enough."

At that, his jaw drapped.

"Are you kidding me y/n?! You're amazing!" He squeezed your hand. If anything, the man was puzzled. Wondering if you were being serious.

"You think so?" You looked down into your lap.

"If anything, I look up to you love" He put his arm around you and whispered into your ear (it kinda hurt his pride saying this next part)

"I honestly think you're one of the strongest, miles better than me for sure and you're up there! You're an inspiration to a lot of the knights I can tell you that" He once more gave you a wide smile and glided his hand up and down your arm in a reassuring manner.

"You're too good for me, Finral" You immediately wrapped your arms around him, smiling into his shoulders. "You say I'm strong but I'm stronger when you're with me"

And you've done it again, got Finral smiling n' blushing like a teenage girl with a crush.

"If you'd like, we can train together" He broke the hug but his arm remained on you.

You smiled at that, you just knew you got lucky finding a gem like Finral. "Yeah, I'd like that"

You both got up, smiling like idiots but on the way out he just had to grumble, "there's no point anyways, you'll destroy me in a second love" and to that, you laughed loudly. No one could make you feel better but him.

MAGNA Swing

"Do you know what's up with y/n?" Luck asked Magna curiously, "she doesn't want to fight me anymore"

"Huh?? Are you sure you aren't going delusional?"

You'd never refuse a fight. Rather you were the one challenging him or Luck to those fights, testing out your abilities day by day. You were one of the stronger magic knights. You knew your worth, but that's only what he thought. Not wanting to worry Magna, you ended up not telling him what you were feeling at all.

"I'll go speak with her, something must be up," And off he ran.

Unbeknown to you, Magna had a fat crush on you. Everyone except you knew this. He would most literally do everything at your command. It was his priority to make sure you're alright.

"Y/N!!" Magna ran into your room, panicked.

"Magna? What's wrong?" You were laying on the bed, clueless as to why you had a scrawny tallish man barge into your room.

"Are you sick?"

"... No? Magna are you alright?"

"I am but are you?" He slowly made his way to you and sat in the chair opposite you as you got up to sit in the bed.

"Why wouldn't I be alright?"

"Don't lie to me y/n, I'm not the brightest but it doesn't take a smartass to know that you would never refuse a fight for no reason."

You gave him one of those smiles. The smile that made his heart skip a beat and his stomach do backflips. You knew he was the one for you the very moment he took his time out of his days to help each other train; you liked him. A lot.

"I can't hide anything from you" You looked down at your lap, not knowing where to start.

"Do you think I'm strong enough to stay here?"

He looked at you for a second, lost.

"Strong enough? Y/n you're even too good to be training with me of all people."

"But-"

"Absolutely no buts y/n." He grabbed your hand and looked at you with piercing eyes.

"I was born a peasant, I don't have much magic at all but you proved to me that I can work and train to earn myself some strength. And you're one of the knights that work the hardest everyday so don't ever undermine your strength."

His speech could've brought anyone to tears and it most certainly brought you to sobbing.

You hugged him tight, laying your head on his shoulder as he sat there frozen, not knowing what to do.

"God Magna, you're honestly a gem" You looked at him with softness in your eyes, "I like you, Magna." And at that, he lost his shit.

"REALLY?" He didn't know what to say, his hands were strangled in the air. He ultimately decided to put his arms tightly wrapped around you. He inhaled your scent and appreciated you.

"I like you a lot too, y/n" And the rest of the evening was spent with both of you gushing your feelings out, embracing each other.

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