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Leopold has been living his entire life in Clover as one of its royals, but he's struggling to feel good enough as a mage, which is why he wishes to go to Heart and learn from someone else. Maybe they'd be able to help him on his journey of betterment.
But he needs to tell his siblings that he wants to do this.
Characters: Leopold Vermillion, Fuegoleon Vermillion & Mereoleona Vermillion
Genre: General-fluff
Fanfic type: Oneshot
Warnings: None, canon typical
Length: ~1.8k
“I want to go to Heart.”
Such a blunt statement, spoken at dinner, without a word of warning before it, by none other than Leopold Vermillion. And it left his siblings looking at him in silence.
They didn’t have stern or disapproving expressions, nor did they look particularly surprised. In fact, Leo, despite having known them all his life, couldn’t read those expressions.
But he wouldn’t have blamed them for being taken aback, because to them it might have seemed like such a surprising decision and declaration to make, while Leo, he had been thinking about it for quite some time. And now that he had an opportunity to do something like this, like Mimosa had already before him, why wouldn’t he take up on the opportunity?
“You want to go to Heart?” Mereoleona was the first to ask after a moment of silence.
“Yes.” Leo replied with eyes that flickered ever so slightly as he looked straight ahead of himself. “Which! I mean, I know that I’m not adventurous like you, aneue. I couldn’t go into the wilderness for months and hunt boars for days and train the way you do. But it works for you! You’re great! The strongest mage I know, and I look up to you, but it’s…” he trailed off. “And aniue,” he continued, “it’s not that I wouldn’t appreciate all that you’ve done for me. You’ve helped me with my studies and looked after me even with all your duties, but… I don’t… get all the books. And the theories and the … things…” he mumbled.
And the room fell back into silence.
It really wasn’t about Leo not admiring or appreciating his siblings. Not in the slightest. He still looked up to them, perhaps more than either of them might ever know.
“I saw Sister Theresa last month,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “And she and I talked a bit… and she said something like… ‘I couldn’t train your brother the way your sister did. Not that I needed to train your sister a lot. She trained herself.’ And I… it made me think about how, if you couldn’t train in the same way, then maybe I can’t train in the same way either. So… I thought that maybe I should… I asked Sister Theresa if she would train me, but she said that she has her hands full with the orphanage.”
The more he talked, the more it seemed like he was unappreciative of the teachings and lessons he had received from his siblings. At least to his ears. But he still knew what he wanted.
He knew what he wanted, but wasn’t sure how to explain it, without sounding even more ungrateful. Which is why, the room stayed silent again, until Mereo sighed.
“You know, when you were a toddler, I wanted to throw you into a chasm and have you climb out by yourself. It’s how lions train their young,” she picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip. “He was against it,” she nodded to Fuegoleon.
“It would simply have been too harsh.”
“Maybe. In retrospect.” She reluctantly agreed with a glance to Fuegoleon. “But I did take you, both, out on that day to a gorge, fully intending to make you perform the test.”
Leo wasn’t quite sure why aneue was telling this story to him, but he didn’t want to interrupt either.
“However, it wasn’t my intention to get rid of you,” she said with a tone that was serious and definite. “I intended you to pass the test.”
“He was three,” Fuegoleon noted.
“My brothers are not weak!” She looked at Fuegoleon from the other side of the table, with a stern expression and a tone to match. “But I may have expected too much too soon,” she shrugged, swaying a bit on his side of reasoning. “The point still stands,” she turned back to Leo, “my brothers are not weak. Neither of you.”
And Leo… he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard …anything like that from aneue. Her giving praise or recognition in such a way, spoken out as she thought it.
“What aneue means to say is,” Fuegoleon continued, “that we don’t think less of you for seeking another tutor. The reasoning behind the decision is logical, and each one of us must find their own path as a knight. As long as your heart is true and you give it all, there’s a lesson to be learned. Even in every defeat, there is something to be gained, just as there is knowledge down every road. If nothing else, then the knowledge that there is nothing else down that path. But it doesn’t make the path any less worth travelling.”
“Life is more interesting outside of the Capitol,” Mereoleona noted. “And will teach you more than the dust-bearded stock-ups this city is filled to the brim with.”
“Keep your mind open and your heart brave,” Fuegoleon continued, almost as if it was a goodbye there and then, while it wasn’t.
“You’re… not upset?” Leo still needed to ask, because, he still wanted to make sure that there was no ill will in the air.
“We will be sad to see you go. Just as we are sad to see aneue go whenever she embarks on her exploits.”
“Show them what Vermillions of Clover kingdom are made of.”
“He’s not going there to start a fight, aneue.”
“He will finish one.”
“That is …not what I meant.”
“But it’s what I meant.”
The two older siblings stared each other from opposite sides of the table, perhaps a bit annoyed by one and another, but, Leo knew, perhaps better than anyone, that even if the two bickered and fought, they were always the first to jump into each other’s defence when there was a need.
Sure, they were capable of fighting their own battles, which was also known by both of them. But… they were always on the same side of the battlefield at the end of it.
Just a pair of lions roaring on top of each other; exercising their strength. That’s what it was. They were testing each other’s skills out. To make sure that the other wouldn’t be beaten down quite so easily.
It was something Leo had been left out of. Not that he necessarily wanted to get into a fist fight with either of them, but… it was a kind of an isolating experience. If he had to admit.
Though it wasn’t about not getting it. Aniue and aneue had been toddlers around the same time, and aneue had tugged aniue along on many adventures during their childhood. They had been playing in the same sandbox, so to say. While Leo had been in a new sandbox, a newer one.
Aniue and aneue had been fighting the world together ever since they were little, well, at least some. Though they had been quite independent from what Leo had understood. But they had also been on a common front. Whereas Leo had been someone to protect for the both of them. Which, again, wasn’t something Leo wouldn’t have appreciated.
He loved his siblings. They were people that he could always count on to have his back, and those who would be there to raise hell if something happened to him.
But… he wanted to be equal with them. He didn’t want to be someone to be guarded and protected. For once in his life, he wanted to protect too. And not be someone to be dragged along.
He wanted to pull his own weight.
‘Keep your heart courageous’ aniue would tell him, which wasn’t a bad statement. It wasn’t a bad encouragement or bad words to live by. But it was difficult while living in a kind of defeat. He just wasn’t as strong as aniue or aneue. He could understand why that was, but it didn’t make the feeling any lesser; the frustration of it.
And he was frustrated. He was hungry in a way only a young knight could be. He wanted to be better, and he yearned for that betterment. Even if it seemed to be hidden under mountains, bottoms of ravines, or in the petals of dandelions. And he was more than ready for it. He just didn’t know how to attain it with the tools he currently held.
The best Fire Mages of Clover Kingdom were, with the exception of Mother Theresa, in that room. But they were of little help to Leo anymore. They might just as well have been speaking in a language he didn’t understand when it came about mana and magic. Though aneue was much less about talking, and more about figuring it out as she went along, but that method wasn’t suitable for Leo either.
So, he’d have to find answers from elsewhere.
“So… I will go, to Heart,” he repeated. He had made up his mind, but this time, with the statement, he wore a smile. A soft, careful smile, because he knew that coming back home after the training would be easy. Or easier at least. His siblings wouldn’t be upset with him for favouring someone else’s teachings in place of theirs, but instead they’d be happy for his strength and overcome achievements.
Mereoleona smiled while bringing the wine glass back to her lips. It was a content smile. A pleased smiled. And … perhaps it was a proud smile.
Fuegoleon seemed content. He seemed happy; his supportive self. But overall Leo would have deemed him less expressive, which aniue was. He was a stoic man, whereas aneue was a lot of things, but stoic wasn’t one of them.
Leo nodded, more to himself than anyone else. But there was a strange feeling to it all. The moment, the knowledge that he would be undertaking a journey, a kind of an adventure, as just himself. It felt almost like a beginning of something, and he was standing right at the edge of the path, ready to take the first step.
There was fear in it. But it was the good kind of a fear. The kind that holds anticipation in itself and which is filled with an eager heart and a racing mind, but is coupled with a smile.
He would be able to do this.
He would do this.
He will do this.
He will become strong and capable, someone that his siblings, and, most importantly, he himself could be proud of. Now, he wasn’t sure if he was, proud, of himself.
But he would be.
Actually, he already was. He was proud of having made the decision, now he just had to stick to it. With a courageous heart, an open mind, and will to … finish a fight.
It reminds me of Yami once saying to a black bull “You’ve got your own way of fighting, don’t you?”
They each had their own way of learning. They all share similar basic skills, but their fighting skills branch off and are unique to them personally. (Eg: When they fought the elves we see Mereo’s endurance and raw power and Fuegoleon using strategy and power)
They all push themselves beyond their limits and are admired for it by others and their other siblings. Because their learning styles are so different it makes sense for them to be open to Leo’s style being different as well and letting him learn and find it.
They’re so similar and yet so different and I love it.
I'm a huge Yami simp and id like to request a fic where Yami is struggling to but trying his best to quit smoking cuz his s/o is pregnant? (Bonus: all the black bulls pitch in to help him quit)
Could you please make it Cute but funny too ?
Hiya! Thank you!!! ^^
Oh this was so fun to write, and I hope that you find it cute and funny!
Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x gn!reader (reader is afab)
Ft. The Black Bulls
Genre: fluff, comdey, slice of life
Fanfic type: Oneshot
Warnings: references to reader being pregnant, Yami says the "I'll kill you", canon compliant
Length: ~0.8k
It had been a couple of weeks since you had told him that you were pregnant. And he had been absolutely over the moon.
At least after he had come down from the happy shock that he had been in, because he could barely have believed it. He could barely have comprehended all the emotions swirling in him, ranging from bliss, through happiness, to fear of being good enough of a father, since there was a small part of him that was terrified of him not being even a decent father since he had had no good role model of his own while growing up. Though someone could have argued that he had gotten a kind of practice with watching after the Bulls.
But that was different. It had been more like… being an uncle. Or just a father figure. But being a father figure wasn’t the same as being a father. So, he was worried.
He was worried about being good enough. For you and your child. Because he did want to be. He wanted to be a good father, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to surpass his own limits in this too. Though there wasn’t really a limit there to begin with, rather than simply trying to be the very best version of himself that he could be.
Which didn’t stop his nerves from being stretched during those first few weeks, because of which he took a cigarette break whenever he could; consuming even more packs a day than before.
But the thing was: he didn’t want to make you inhale the smoke. Or the baby. Which is why he always needed to go outside, far enough from you, so that there’d be no damage.
And he hated having to step away from next to you. Granted that you were still as capable as you were before the pregnancy, since you were so early into it that even the baby bump wasn’t visible. There wasn’t pregnancy cravings or morning sickness just yet, let alone trouble walking or picking up things… Not that he wanted you to be doing any heavy lifting in the first place.
Still. He hated being away from you. And so frequently.
So. Something needed to be done. And that something was to quit smoking.
Going cold turkey would be difficult. But doable. And he figured that it’d be best to get out of the way quickly, so going cold turkey would be what he’d do.
However, to do that he’d need help. Which is why he called a meeting with the Bulls one morning.
“Listen up you buggers,” he said while standing there with his arms crossed. “Your next mission is to help me quit smoking. So, if any of you catch me with a cigarette, or a pack of them, your job is to take it from me.”
Magna raised up his hand. “Can we use anything to do it?”
“Yeah. And if you don’t, I’ll kill ya.”
“You’ll threaten to kill us if we don’t give them to you just as you’ll threaten to kill us if we fail to keep them from you,” Nero pointed out with a monotone voice from the corner.
“I’ll kill you harder if you give them to me.”
“So we get to fight you?” Luck’s eyes sparkled.
“Let’s help Captain Yami!” Asta cheered, being the one to, perhaps, be mots eager to do this, while the hesitance of others was mostly caused by fear of how …ferocious their Captain could be.
But. They would help of course. And they would have done so even if it hadn’t been assigned as a mission.
During the next few weeks, the only one who dared to approach Yami was you, because though his nerves were thin as a hair, you were the only one to whom he not as much as scoffed. Not as much as squinted his eyes.
While for the rest…
“HAND THEM OVER OR I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!!” Was heard from the distance.
The sound of an explosion.
“Luck! Catch!”
“HAHAHHAHAAA!”
“Rouge!”
“Captain Yami! Think about your health!”
“Seadragon’s Roar!”
“The basement will flood again…”
And meanwhile, you listened to the commotion, giggling to yourself. Because though it was difficult now, Yami would grow out of his smoking habit. You were certain of it. After all, you, and him, had the help of everyone. And after some time, the challenges would change to other kinds.
But you’d still do your best to enjoy the journey, which was quite easy in the grand scheme of things. Quite simply because you were happy, right there and then, with the life you lived.
Summary: Drawn in by the Fire Spirit Salamander, you never expected to become part of its hoard, or to fall for its chosen partner, Fuegoleon Vermillion.
A/N: Several short chapters posted together
Masterlist
-------- Taming Flames --------
The first time you laid eyes on Salamander, you nearly dropped your grimoire. The great spirit’s molten wings shimmered in the sunlight, and the air around him pulsed with power so warm it tingled against your skin. He was perched on Fuegoleon Vermillion who stood calm, composed, the perfect picture of nobility, but you barely noticed. Your eyes were fixed on the creature resting on his shoulder, golden eyes glowing like tiny suns.
You were doomed from that moment.
You’d technically been sent to deliver a message from the Golden Dawn to the Crimson Lions. But somehow, “delivering the message” turned into “staying for tea,” which turned into “offering Salamander roasted berries you’d smuggled in your satchel.”
Fuegoleon noticed immediately, of course. “...Are you feeding my spirit?” He asked, raising a brow.
You froze mid-offer, hand halfway extended. “No?”
Salamander, the traitor, chirped and happily devoured the treat. Fuegoleon sighed, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Very well. He seems to like you.”
You grinned. “He has excellent taste.”
After that, you kept finding reasons to “just drop by.”
Sometimes it was “Oh, I was in the area!” (You weren’t).
Other times it was “Golden Dawn sent me for inter-squad coordination!” (They didn’t).
Mostly, it was you sneaking in with more treats and a bright smile, playing fetch with Salamander while Fuegoleon tried, and failed, to focus on paperwork. At first, Fuegoleon was all polite restraint. He’d nod, watch quietly, perhaps offer a word or two. But with time, something softened. He started asking about your interest in magical creatures, listening as you spoke with passion about every beast you’d ever met. He began greeting you with a small smile instead of a raised brow. And one day, when you were laughing as Salamander tried to balance on your arm, Fuegoleon chuckled a warm, genuine sound that made your heart pound louder.
“You seem quite determined to win over my spirit,” he said one evening as the sun dipped low, painting the area in the fading light and growing darkness.
“Of course,” you said with a grin. “He’s the coolest creature in the Clover Kingdom!”
Fuegoleon chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’ll admit, he’s grown quite attached to you.” Salamander cooed in agreement, curling protectively around you. Fuegoleon’s gaze softened, his voice lowering. His smile was gentle, “If you plan to keep visiting, perhaps I should start preparing tea instead of pretending to be surprised.”
You grinned, cheeks warm. “Only if Salamander gets his berries.”
“Of course,” he said softly. “He wouldn’t forgive me otherwise.”
-------- Protective Flames --------
You should’ve known it would come to this. You’d spent so much time around the Crimson Lions that when a joint Golden Dawn-Crimson Lion mission came up, it wasn’t questioned that you would be part of the mission. You got along with squad so well. Which was true, even if your initial motivation had been Salamander and Fuegoleon you become friendly with the rest of the Lions by extension.
Some people teased you about it. Mostly Leopold, who smirked and whispered something about you being Fuegoleon’s “new good luck charm.” You’d nearly tripped over your own boots trying to deny it.
Now, though, as you hiked through a forest, with Fuegoleon, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret anything. Salamander soared above you, trailing embers through the dusk sky, occasionally swooping down to nuzzle your cheek or take a momentary break on Fuegoleon shoulder.
“You spoil him too much,” Fuegoleon said, glancing at you over his shoulder.
“He deserves it,” you replied, smiling up at the spirit. “He’s brave, strong, majestic...”
“....and now refuses to leave your side when I call for him,” Fuegoleon interrupted, though his voice was more amused than reprimanding.
“Because he knows I give better snacks,” you teased.
The captain’s lips curved into a quiet smile. “Perhaps I should start offering incentives, then.”
You laughed, the sound echoing softly between the trees.
The mission itself was straight forward, investigate a patch of unstable mana deep in the forest, likely caused by a wild magical beast. It was routine for you both, until the ground shuddered, and a burst of dark energy exploded from beneath the roots. Fuegoleon was in motion instantly, fire magic flaring around him in radiant arcs. You moved beside him, channeling your own spell to shield him from debris.
But before you could get close, Salamander swooped down with a low, warning hiss, curling his tail protectively around you and dragging you back several steps.
“Hey! Salamander!”
Fuegoleon turned sharply. “He’s shielding you.”
“I’m fine! I can fight.”
“I know,” Fuegoleon said evenly, though his eyes flicked between you and the spirit. “But I think he’s… worried.”
Salamander growled lowly, glaring at Fuegoleon like a jealous cat guarding its favorite person. “Oh, come on,” you whispered, patting his snout. “He’s not going to steal me from you.”
Fuegoleon raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s… reassuring.”
You flushed. “I mean! You know what I meant!” He chuckled softly, the sound grounding you even amidst the swirling mana.
When the battle was done and the forest was calm again, you found yourselves resting by a campfire. Salamander was curled nearby, dozing with one wing draped protectively around your shoulders like a blanket.
Fuegoleon sat across from you, eyes reflecting the firelight. “He’s never acted like that with anyone else,” he said after a while. “Protective, yes, but possessive? That’s new.”
You smiled faintly, tracing small circles on Salamander’s scales. “Guess he decided I’m part of the hoard.”
Fuegoleon’s gaze softened. “A fitting place for someone who brings warmth wherever she goes.”
You froze, pulse quickening. “Are you saying I’m… like fire?”
He met your eyes, the edges of his lips curving upward. “Not exactly, you bring light in way a fire couldn’t.”
For a moment, everything was quiet except the crackle of the flames and the soft rumble of Salamander’s breathing. “You’re really dangerous when you say things like that,” you murmured.
Fuegoleon’s smirk deepened, his voice low. “Good. You might finally understand what you do to me.”
Your heart skipped, your face hot enough to rival Salamander’s tail. The spirit gave a sleepy chirp and nudged Fuegoleon’s arm as if approving. “Guess you’ve been accepted back into the hoard.” You whispered.
He smiled. “It’s an honor I don’t take lightly.”
-------- A Flame’s Favorite Pair --------
You woke up to the smell of smoke and the faintest weight pressed against your shoulder.
It wasn’t Fuegoleon. No, it was Salamander. The spirit had decided that you were a perfectly acceptable pillow, curled around you like a massive, snoring cat. His tail flicked lazily, releasing gentle sparks that danced in the cool morning air.
“Good morning to you too,” you mumbled, brushing away an ember before it singed your sleeve.
Fuegoleon’s voice came from somewhere nearby, low and faintly amused. “He seems rather… comfortable.”
You sat up a little too quickly, cheeks warming. Fuegoleon was standing by the extinguished campfire, shirt sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly composed for someone who’d barely slept. His hair caught the early sunlight, and you had to look away before you said something ridiculous. “I think he’s just using me for warmth,” you said quickly.
Fuegoleon chuckled. “I could say the same for myself, some days.” He said reaching down to help you up, you grasped his hand as he pulled you up.
You blinked as your brain finally clocked what he had said. “Wait...what?”
He smiled, just slightly, the kind of quiet smile that made your heart flutter uncomfortably. He held out his hand, helping you up. Salamander lifted his head then, eyes glowing mischievously, and gave a deep chirp. Before you could interpret what that meant, the spirit gave a firm shove of his nose, sending you stumbling right into Fuegoleon’s chest. You gasped. Fuegoleon caught you instantly, one hand on your waist, the other bracing your shoulder.
“Salamander!” you sputtered, glaring at the spirit, who looked entirely too pleased with himself. “What was that for?!”
Fuegoleon was definitely laughing now, a warm sound that rumbled against your hands. “I believe he’s decided to involve himself in our rapport.”
“Rapport?” you repeated, your face heating. “Is that what we’re calling this?”
“If you prefer another word, I’m open to suggestions.”
You were about to retort, but he was still holding you, and your pulse was racing, and he was looking at you with that soft, unguarded expression. Salamander gave another approving huff and finally slinked off toward the trees, tail flicking like he was giving you privacy. Fuegoleon’s thumb brushed against your arm before he seemed to realize he was still touching you. Instead of letting go immediately, though, he met your gaze.
“You’ve brought more light into my days than I expected,” he said quietly. “Even Salamander notices it.”
You swallowed. “Maybe he’s just reflecting what you already have.”
His eyes softened, molten gold in the morning sun. “If that’s true, then I’m grateful. Because I find myself drawn to you. Deeply.”
You smiled, a little breathless, heart fluttering like wings. “Guess the great Salamander’shas taken up matchmaking.”
Fuegoleon chuckled softly, leaning a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. “If he’s wise enough to recognize what I feel, I won’t argue with him.” There was a moment quiet, steady, glowing like the first flicker of a flame before he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
Salamander chose that exact moment to reappear, puffing a little flame heart into the air before darting off again. You both stared. Fuegoleon sighed, shaking his head. “He’s entirely too pleased with himself.”
You laughed, leaning into his side. “Can you blame him? He ships us.”
Fuegoleon blinked. “Ships?”
You grinned. “Never mind. I’ll explain later.” And when he chuckled again quiet, warm, and close, you thought maybe Salamander really was the smartest creature in the kingdom.
-------- Teasing Flame --------
If someone had told you a year ago that Fuegoleon Vermillion would be waiting outside the Golden Dawn headquarters, leaning against the gate, chatting politely with the guards while Salamander hovered above like an overgrown lantern, you would’ve laughed them out of the room.
Yet here he was. And he was smiling when he saw you.
You approached, trying to act casual despite the growing number of curious stares from your squadmates. “Fuegoleon,” you greeted, doing your best not to sound flustered. “What brings you to the Golden Dawn? Decided to recruit me officially to the Crimson Lions?”
His smile softened. “A tempting offer, but no. I merely wished to see how you’ve been since our mission.”
“Right. You mean since your familiar literally shoved me into your arms?” Salamander, hovering above, gave a smug little chirp as if to say, you’re welcome.
You were about to reply when a familiar voice called out, smooth and slightly amused, “Well, this is unexpected.”
You froze. Fuegoleon actually straightened his posture, more than you thought was possible. Because standing in the doorway was Captain William Vangeance, arms crossed, unmistakable amusement in his posture.
“Captain Vangeance!” you started, but he held up a hand.
“Oh, don’t worry,” William said lightly. “I’m simply curious what could draw the noble Fuegoleon away from his lions and into our den of dawns.”
Fuegoleon, to his credit, didn’t falter. “Personal matters.”
“Ah,” William said, tilting his head. “Personal matters with one of my subordinates?”
Your entire face went up in flames. “C-Captain!”
William’s smirk widened ever so slightly. “I must say, I never expected to witness this particular union. A Vermillion and one of my own… the gossips will have a field day.”
“Sir?!” you squeaked. “there is nothing to gossip about!”
“Oh, there will be,” William replied, far too calmly. “Leopold has already asked me for detail.”
Fuegoleon groaned softly under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I see my brother’s enthusiasm has spread.”
“If it helps, I find your match rather charming.” William said innocently, though his shoulders shook faintly in quiet laughter.
Fuegoleon gave him a look halfway between gratitude and exasperation. “Your definition of ‘help’ differs from mine.”
You, meanwhile, were debating the merits of spontaneous combustion. When William finally drifted off, no doubt to let the gossip simmer, you and Fuegoleon escaped to the courtyard. Salamander followed, still making little flame hearts in the air like the world's most chaotic cupid.
Fuegoleon gave a dry chuckle. “Remind me to have a word with your captain about his sense of humor. I didn’t think he was capable of teasing.”
“Good luck with that. He has been picking things up from Captain Yami,” you teased. “You’d have an easier time reasoning with Salamander.”
“Mm,” he mused. “Salamander, at least, doesn’t smirk quite so much.”
You grinned, bumping his arm lightly. “You get used to it,”
“Good luck with that. He has been picking things up from Captain Yami,” you teased. “You’d have an easier time reasoning with Salamander.”
“Mm,” he mused. “Salamander, at least, doesn’t smirk quite so much.”
You grinned, bumping his arm lightly. “You get used to it,”
Fuegoleon’s gaze softened, a quiet warmth sparking behind his eyes. “I came because I wished to see you.” That made you pause. He turned toward you fully now, one hand brushing gently against yours. “I told you once that you bring light wherever you go. It seems I’ve grown rather attached to that.”
Your heart did that fluttery, traitorous thing again. “So… you came all this way just to say that?”
He smiled, soft, genuine, and so full of affection that even Salamander cooed. “Among other things.”
Then he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small charm shaped like one of Salamanders scale. “For luck,” he said, placing it in your palm. “And to remind you that the Crimson Lions are always near.”
You held it close, smiling so wide it almost hurt. “You’re going to make me start visiting your base again, aren’t you?”
Fuegoleon chuckled. “I was hoping you’d would.”
From behind you, a familiar, far-too-amused voice drifted from the doorway: “Do make sure you submit a request form next time,” William called out. “For transparency purposes, of course.”
You groaned. “CAPTAIN!”
Fuegoleon just laughed quietly, slipping his hand into yours before you could protest. “Let him talk,” he murmured. “We’ll give them something worth gossiping about.”
And as Salamander circled above, puffing out one last triumphant heart of flame, you couldn’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, the great William Vangeance teasing someone was newsworthy. Because it meant even he couldn’t deny what everyone else already knew; you and Fuegoleon Vermillion burned brightly together.
hiiii ainneeeeeee is u doing well and healthy? I hope so.....xox (( ˘ ³˘)♥︎can i pls request wil, fue, and braids (nozel) with an wife and their daughter looks like them/ or their relatives (ex : nozel, acier wil, william, fuego - mereoleona) but is the opposite of them? x, stay safe and hydrated♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎
Hello sweetie, yes I am well and healthy! Hope you're healthy too
╰(*´︶`*)╯I'm also a little confused whether their daughter is the exact opposite of who they look like, or the opposite of the BC boys? But I'll do it randomly, ok?
Ahh, I'll do some cute lil HCs for this request hehe! Also more DAD! BC boys! haha (*♡∀♡)
tw: unchecked work!
William | Fuegoleon | Nozel x f! reader
William Vangeance
His daughter was the exact replica of him, shiny purple orbs, soft white hair, the same gentle smile. But her character is the exact opposite of him.
She was bubbly and loud, she didn't care a thing for her image. You always shake your head at your daughter, wondering who did she pick up this trait from.
William adores her nevertheless. He always laughs at her antics and never gets mad whenever she gets into trouble. Naturally, she was a daddy's girl.
"Honey, you have to discipline her sometimes," you would nag at your husband.
But he always felt that she would grow out of this mischievous phase and at the end of the day, she is a lovely girl.
She loved hanging out with the bulls and Uncle Yami, she felt they were more fun compared to the Golden Dawn where everyone was so serious.
"Mommy, Daddy," she said on evening during dinner, "I want to join the black bulls when I grow up!"
You laughed and William giggled, he was a little disappointed that his daughter did not want to be in his own squad but he respects her decision nonetheless. He could see why his daughter would want to join the bull anyway.
"I'll need to tell Uncle Yami good luck on handling a monkey then," you teased.
Fuegoleon Vermillion
Fuego always complained that d/n looks like Mereo when she was just a little infant.
"Why? Mereo's pretty?" you questioned your husband, "well, you and Mereo actually look alike so the female version of you would naturally look like Mereo?"
"We do not look alike, love." your hubby would look at you with a stoic expression.
As d/n grew up, she was indeed like a little Mereo. And Mereo adored her. She would carry her and play with her whenever she visited. But much to the 3 of your surprises, her character was nothing like Mereo and she was shy and reserved, just like her father.
You always joked to the both of them, "d/n would be what you two would be combined."
Mereo always teased d/n and pushed her to be more open and loud, but d/n never raised her voice or screamed.
Of course your hubby was super proud of this fact and would often tell his sister that "even a 6 year old could behave better than you,"
The bombshell came when one day while your little family of 3 were watching a little movie together and suddenly d/n said, "I want to be like auntie Mereo when I grow up!"
You almost fell of your chair laughing while Fuego looked at your daughter, mouth agape.
You couldn't wait to tell Mereo.
Nozel Silva
Nozel absolutely adored and spoilt your first born. She was your only daughter and she looked like the splitting image of her grandma, Acier. Anyone could understand why Nozel gave her whatever she wanted.
However, she was nothing like Acier. She was indecisive, timid and she always doubted herself.
Nozel always tells you that she was a little like Noelle in the past, and that one day she would surpass him and Noelle.
You didn't mind actually, maybe your daughter's character was a little like you, you just wish that she would be happy and healthy.
Your hubby would always give little words of encouragement to her, even though you could tell he wasn't really good at it. She enjoyed spending time with Aunty Noelle, so Nozel always brought her to visit Noelle at the black bulls.
You low key wished that by spending more time with the bulls, she would open up a little more.
Your husband on the other hand, thinks that she's fine being however she is, and he believes she would find her way one day. He loved how she was always kind, patient and generous with her peers, regardless of whatever status they are.
But come whatever may, you know that this father of hers would love her to bits and pieces. Even if she does not choose to be a magic knight when she grows up, she would always be a princess for the rest of her life.
Hwllo I love your pregnancy simulator headcanons you did for zora and nozel
Could you please do one for fuegoleon too?
Hiya sweetie! Thank you for requesting this! I foresee I have a mutual that would love this too hehe. I'll add in Yami for this too, cause I'm missing him a little. Haven't done his request in quite in awhile.
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Here's the link to the request for Nozel, Patri and Zora
There's another one for Finral
Fuegoleon | Yami x f! reader
Fuegoleon Vermillion
Being the righteous gentleman he is, he agreed to it immediately. Salamander shook its head. He felt that he should know exactly what kind of pain you were going through, since you had your third child on the way.
You paste the stimulator on, for him. You started at level 3.
"I don't feel much honey. Feels a little ticklish."
You pressed level 5. "This is where the dilation starts, how is it?"
"okay. bearable." He walked around with the stimulator.
You pressed on 7. "we're now waiting for the right time to push~"
"Mhmm." he grunted a little, starting to feel the pain, "I think I need to sit down a little.."
He sat down with a huff and took deep breaths in and out.
You pressed 8.
"are we pushing yet, honey?" he said in between his breaths.
"nope. we're only at level 8, Fue. The dilation is not enough yet."
"Level 8?!"
You pressed 10. Fue had to sit forward and clench his fist and clutch the arm rest of the chair.
"Now you push!" you exclaimed
"honey.." he groaned, his breathing becoming laboured. "how do.. you-"
His hands reached to grab on the stimulator.
"how long-.." his sentence was more incoherent now, but you understood what he was asking
"er. usually the contractions come every 10 minutes or so and it stops after awhile..."
He was huffing and puffing, meaning that the contractions were off for now.
"And it childbirth could last like this for hours~" you reminded him.
You told him to lay down on the bed. As the contractions came, he curled his body a little.
"That wouldn't do, honey. You have to open your legs to push!" you teased him.
He tried to roll back on his back, his face muscles squirmed and tensed up. You could even see his forehead covered in sweat.
You turned the stimulator off when the contraction subsided again.
"Honey. I'm sorry you're going through this for the third time..." his face was so guilt stricken, "You're amazing for giving me 3 beautiful kids. I promise to never let them misbehave or bully you. They have to be nice to you at all times."
You laughed. Well, it gets easier one after the other, love." You grabbed a handkerchief to wipe off his sweat.
"I love you wifey." He caressed your face.
Yami Sukehiro
"no. I ain't doing that baby." he gave you the look.
"yes. you're doing it." you insisted.
Of course Yami Sukehiro could never say no to anything you wanted. He was wrapped around your pinky.
He gave a sigh as you paste the stimulator on him.
"baby. How about you press 10 right away?" Yami challenged. "Just get it over and done with."
"no?" you raised an eyebrow at him, "you have to experience the slow and gradual pain"
"you sound sick in the mind when you say that out loud, baby" he gave you a dead panned face.
"Excuse me, we woman experience this for hours. Some take 12 or more hours! I'll just let you feel the pain for a few minutes."
"okay, okay..." he was defeated, once again.
You pressed 4.
"You feel anything?"
"nope."
You pressed 6. "Dilation starts about now."
"So we're going push now?"
"no? Just a waiting game."
"I feel like might punch someone in the face if they made din right now"
You gave a little laugh, but you were impressed by your man's tolerance.
You pressed on 8.
Yami took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
"Painful, huh." you cocked your brow and tilted your head to the side.
"I could understand why you women get upset randomly feeling this. I feel like yeeting Asta Luck and Magna right now just to let off some steam."
"Yami!" you rolled your eyes at him, "anyway, you can lie down if it's uncomfortable."
He lay down on your bed making himself comfortable. You were really impressed. This man had high tolerance to pain.
"ready for 10?"
"You mean it's not level 10 yet?"
"no?"
"what the fuck." he cursed, "okay just go."
You pressed on 10. Yami spewed a chain of curse words as the contractions came on. He scratched his head roughly.
"I don't get it, baby." he grunted.
"Get what?"
"You cry and yell at all the fuckin roaches and you go through this?"
"Hey!" you smacked his biceps
"Yeah, you can hit me now, cause I ain't feeling anything except this fucking shit."
You laughed. He must be really feeling the pain now, seeing the amount of vulgarities he was spewing.
Whenever the contractions went off, he relaxed awhile and when it came again, he was grabbing at the pillows and cursing.
"Get this damn baby out already." his face looked like he was having a bad constipation.
"Baby, remember when we had our first child, I took 8 hours?"
He eyes darted to look at you, realising all the pain you were in for that long back then.
"Yeah." you nodded your head at him, seeing that he understood what you were getting at.
"I'm sorry princess. From now onwards I'll yeet them if they misbehave, god damn it."
"You'll yeet your precious d/n?" you gave him a smirk, knowing that his little princess was his weak spot.
He paused to think for awhile, "okay you can yeet that little monkey and me out together."
Can you do a fic with Nacht being protective over the black bulls members - Grey , Gordon and Secre
Nacht needs a good ol' hug(he's too depressed and pesimistic)😭
I'm back! ( ´ ω ` )ノﾞ
Anddddd finally we have a Nacht ~ *screams in happy sounds* If I knew a Nacht irl, I would be like Yami, constantly annoying his ass off hehehehe
And yes he needs a hug. ( ˙꒳˙ )
Characters: Nacht ft. Grey, Gordon, Secre (and maybe the rest of the bulls)
So we all know the bulls are NOISY and CRAZY. Nacht is constantly annoyed. He can't do anything with something crashing, burning, breaking or someone yelling and screaming.
Which is why Nacht always appreciate the quiet ones: Grey, Gordon and Secre. Also Henry, but he's always in his room.
Nacht wouldn't outright protect them or speak up for them, but he would do things his way. ;)
At times when Grey gets too overwhelmed with the noise, Nacht would shut them up. (mainly magna, luck & Asta.) They would suddenly get swallowed by shadows for awhile, and all of a sudden the base would be peaceful for a good 20 minutes.
He would see Grey trying to talk and struggle to join in the conversation and he would just appear out of his shadows in between everyone and just go, "hi," with a very sinister smile plastered on his face.
"Grey wonders if having a bbq would be better since all of y'all are meat suckers"
The kids are always loud, so sometimes Gordon talks but nobody answers him. After the third time that everyone disregards Gordon, Luck, Asta and Magna each has a little devil covering their mouth shut.
"Gordon, you were saying?"
Secre doesn't really care actually care. She barely talks as well and can't be bothered with the rest but Nacht enjoys her company and they would sometimes play chess together.
"Why is the base so quiet today?" Secre asks, "where did Asta and the rest go?"
"feeding the dogs."
Nacht transported the trios into Yami's wild beast's cages.
"How da heck did we end up here?!" Magna shouted from inside the cage, running from one of the wild beast.
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