Hiiii !
For the lemonade event, could I request orange (light tickles) and movie night with Magna and Luck from Black Clover?? (romantic, if possible, but if you'd prefer to keep it platonic it's totally okay)
Tyyy, have a nice day/night and take care <3
🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋
I tried to write this in a way that it could be read either platonically or romantically, since I don't personally ship these two but I know a lot of people do. Hopefully it came across; either way you can read it however you like! Enjoy! ^^
Also side note, since there aren't really movies in the Black Clover universe I substituted a theater show for going to the movies.
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“What a great show!” Luck exclaimed as he bounded from the theater into the outdoors, grinning from ear to ear.
Magna snatched his trash from his hands before it went flying into the wind, using his flames to burn it up so as not to leave any litter behind. “I’m surprised you were able to sit through the whole thing, honestly.”
“I liked watching the fight scenes!”
“Of course you did.”
His tone was bored, but honestly, Magna hadn’t minded going into town to watch a theater show with his teammate. It was rare that they got to do whatever they wanted these days, with all the training and battles they seemed to always be roped into. Being normal for a day had been nice, even if sitting quietly for two hours just meant that now Luck would be insufferable the rest of the night.
“The one guy was all, ‘bang, pow! Look at my thunder magic!’” Luck threw his fists around as he reenacted the show, and Magna smirked at his enthusiasm. “Then that other girl was like, ‘whoosh, check out my wind!’” The blonde threw his arms to the side dramatically, catching his friend in the stomach. “Whoops, sorry, Magna, got a little excited – hey, are you okay?”
Magna was bent at the waist, seemingly taking a minute to recover from the sucker punch, but in the next moment he was upright and laughing, drawing a few looks from the other theater-goers around them. “You’re such an idiot!”
Luck beamed. He knew there was no offense meant, so he didn’t take any. “I haven’t seen you smile all night! Did you like the show, too?”
Not smile all night? Magna had been having the time of his life this evening; had it really looked like he wasn’t enjoying himself? Before he could open his mouth to reply, Luck was attached to him, hands grasping his upper sides and wiggling into the soft flesh there.
“Gah! Ah, whahahahat are you—?! Stahahahahahap!”
“You were frowning again. I didn’t want you to be sad. I had a lot of fun today, didn’t you?”
“I dihihihihihihid! Dohohohohoesn’t mehehehehean I hahahahahave to grihihihihin about it ahahahahahall day – would you stahahahahahap it?!” Magna tried swiping at him. Big mistake – Luck took it as a challenge, and the next thing he knew, the fire mage was slapping a hand over his mouth to hold in even more embarrassing sounds. “Gahk! Dohohohohon’t! Nohohohohot thehehehehehere – Luck!”
Soon enough the two found themselves all-out sparring all the way back to the hideout, laughing and acting like fools the whole way without a care in the world.
This is an alien stage tickle Fanfic, if you don't like it keep scrolling!
Highschool AU!!
The school bell rang, all the students rushed to their respective friends to enjoy their deserve break after that impossible test. And Till was no exception.
He went to his favourite spot, a big tree in the school field where nobody went to, it was only him and his materials…
Until an intruder appeared.
“What are you drawing?” Ivan bend down to see more clearly the movements of the other
Till’s eyes widened as he turned his head quickly too see what startled him like that. Relaxing when he saw that it was his strange classmate, who had been following him for almost a week now, he doesn't really know why, but he just lets him, it's not like he had any other frie-... companion.
“God Ivan! You almost kill me…”
Ivan grinned, noticing the soft blush on the others cheeks, so flustered that it was almost sad how easy he could make the other nervous.
“Sorry, it's just that you're always drawing in that notebook and i want to know what you're up to”
A little spark of hapinnes was brought to till’s face, looking directly into the other eyes. “...You're interested in my drawings?”
Maybe it sounded weird but, nobody has ever really cared about what he was passionate about, and having someone directly asking?! That was new.
“Am I… not allowed to?” Ivan asked curious when he saw that (at least for him) ‘overly excited reaction’
When till was brought to reality once again he looked to the side embarrassed and tried to get the other to think that he wasn't that needy… of course not
“O-oh nono, that's not what I meant of course. I mean like if you really want to know what I'm drawing I can explain it for you but, I mean it's going to be kinda boring maybe since… I don't know, we probably don't have much in common but…. uhmm, whatever you want.”
He gave up mid sentence, realising how dumb he started to sound, but he didn't hear the other making fun of him. On the contrary, Ivan was looking and listening every word he was saying.
Ivan hummed and after a moment of thinking he got an idea.
“I know what we can do.” He reached for the notebook and after receiving an approving nod he tear a piece of paper and grabbed a pencil from the others case.
“We’ll do a portrait of the other and then you'll teach me how to get better with your methods, that way I can understand what you draw, having an example on my hand.” He smiled softly at the others confused face.
“...Okay, yeah. That sounds fun.” Then the two of them faced so they could get a better view.
After that, Till started to regret about this little agreement. It was imposible to keep eye contact with this guy, his eyes were as black as the night and he was so concentrated and looking at him all the time.
Which was obviously going to happen. What was Till thinking…?
Even though he was embarrassed as hell he suck it up and ended the drawing as fast as he could, but still tried to do a pretty good job. Not because he wanted the other to be impressed, no, not at all.
“Aaand…Done” Ivan stated as he did the last stroke.
“Shall we show it at the count of three?”
“Okay. One…Two…Three!”
They showed their drawings to the other and… they were something.
Till's drawing was really good, actually accurate and it showed how much he had studied to get the proportions of the human face correctly.
But Ivan’s… Was more like a chibi-cute version of Till’s face. And he had the nerve to even put a mini version of himself on the side that said “To my lovely and artistic friend” with a heart on the end of the sentence
Till's eyes were still analyzing the drawing with a half smile, surprised and kinda soften because it was indeed cute.
“...Well now mine looks like shit, thank you very much.” Ivan said with a sarcastic tone.
He wasn't going to laugh but after that honest comment he couldn't help but snort and let out a hearitly laugh. Covering his face with the note book, even though he was laughing in his face anyway.
“Come on man, don't laugh at my poorly drawing skills. I warned you I don't know how to do it” Ivan said, not really caring about till laughing. In fact, he was very cautivated by that harmonious sound coming out of the other. It wasn't something someone would hear every day.
“I-I’m sohorry, I didn't mehean to.” Till tried to explain himself but couldn't really end the sentence.
“Shut up!” Ivan playfully shoved the others shoulder making them lose balance and fall on the side. He started laughing as well and decided to be a little more confident that he would normally be. Getting on top of the other.
“I'll give you a reason to laugh…”
Till's brows furrowed in confusion but when he finally connected dots, Ivan was poking on his sides, quickly changing spots in an annoying speed.
“Don't! Ivahan wahaihit!” he tried to stop the other hands and got to wrestle just for a little, but the other won control easily again.
“What's wrong? I thought you wanted to laugh freely so, suit yourself and laugh all you want!” Ivan's eyes got an evil spark as he continued to tickle the other’s poor stomach mercilessly. Watching the others reactions to certain spots he started to explore even more.
“Plehehehease, Ivahahahan! I cahahahan’t!”
All that pinching, poking and spidering on his sides and stomach was driving Till crazy, his arms were trying their best to cover all attacks but he was just too discoordinated. Untill Ivan tried to go higher, that's when the begging really started.
“NOHOHOohoho! IVAHAhan, wahahait, I can't. Thihis is tohoho muhuch, pleheheahahhese…”
He grabbed the others hands in a hurry and he actually stopped… at least for the moment.
“Please what? You think I haven't noticed how much you are enjoying this?”
Till didn't say anything, he just punched Ivan with all the strength he could gather (which wasn't much), continued laughing nervously and shaking his head side to side.
“Ouch! You little…” Ivan grabbed both till’s hands and with some effort he put them on top of his head and held them with one hand.
“I was gonna go easy on you, but I see you still got some energy to waste”
“Whahahat?! Nonono, IVAHAHAN NOHOHO!” It was pointless, Ivan started to tickle his armpits like he was some kind of demon, and till couldn't do anything but laugh loudly and try to get his hand off the others strong grip.
“IHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAKEHE IHIT! PLEHEHAHSEHE!”
Ivan used now both hands to tickle the others armpits and even started changing spots between his high ribs as well.
Untill Till’s laugh got silent and his eyes were teary, that's when Ivan knew it was enough.
“Now that's something you should laugh about” he said giving a last poke on his side to finally get off the others thighs.
Till just laid there on the floor exhausted and still giggling from the totally unfair attack.
When he finally recomposed he turned his head to where Ivan was sitting, a sweet smile was planted on his lips.
“Why?” he asked trying his best to give Ivan a mean look but he wasn't fooling anybody
“Just because” Ivan said smiling while shrugging and then grabbing till’s drawing left aside.
“Can I… keep this? it's really pretty”
His tone got more serious and you could see he was doubting about asking.
Till sit up and nodded shyly, grabbing Ivan's drawing as well. He smiled fondly at it, knowing that it was going to be a good memory for the rest of his life.
“Hey… I didn't really get to show you any techniques. Do you… want to come to my place this weekend?
His cheeks were burning, knowing this might be a very risky petition.
Ivan blushed a little, till’s eyes were literally forcing him to accept (even though he was going to do it anyway).
"Till-sunbae, that song sounded so cool in your voice!"
Till wasn't really the kind to get flustered over simple comments like this. After years on stage and in front of the camera, it would be weird if he wasn't used to hearing them by now. Still, even with staff and colleagues saying those words at a daily basis, there was something about him that made them sound different.
Being the oldest in the cast meant he had a role to play, to be the model for the younger and less experienced artists that worked with him. As a professional, Till couldn't say one stood out more than the other — they were all talented, yes. But, personally… there was this weird feeling always drawing his attention to Ivan.
He sat on the ground in a distant corner behind the cameras, but a good spot to watch the recording set. His eyes followed Ivan like the cameras' lens, capturing his every move and feeling his chest a little tighter, his heart beating a little out of pace.
Was age catching up to him? Was Ivan going to give him a heart attack out of stress from those constant mistakes whenever they acted together? Was he really simply getting sick?
While keeping himself busy with one thought after the other, Till failed to notice his hoobae leaving the stage and walking towards him. When he came back to his senses, Ivan was already dropping himself close to him — really, really close to him. "Ahhh, I'm so tired," he whined, "how do you keep making one shot after the other like that, Till-sunbae?"
"You… get used to it," Till smiled softly, slightly. He rested his head back against the wall and looked to the dark ceiling. "You'll build some more stamina over time. You're just tired because this is your first big project, right?"
"Yeah," Ivan sighed, but seemed glad with the answer. This model role thing was harder than Till first thought. Even in moments like this, he had to ponder about his words, making sure to not push the cast down with the wrong answers. "You're so cool, Till-sunbae! ~"
Throb.
There, there was it. That weird, foreign feeling that had been haunting Till since they started recording this show. He looked at Ivan and shook his head, hoping it would shake off the feeling too.
"Are you feeling sick, Till-sunbae?"
"Hm?" Till blinked, snapping out of his daydreaming again, for the third or forth time that day. "Y-yeah, why?"
"You… you're a little red."
Damn it!
"Oh, hahah," Till faked a cough, looking away. "My scenes are next. I'm just a little nervous and, ahm, it's hot in here too, right?"
Ivan nodded, but didn't seem quite satisfied with the answer this time. "Do you need help to loose up? I learned a new trick these days!"
"Sure, what is it?"
Something about the way Ivan smiled made a shiver run down Till's spine. Was it too late to go back and say he changed his mind? Then, again, Ivan looked so… happy to be able to help him, he couldn't really turn him down now, could he?
"Ok, so, first: close your eyes," Till nodded and pressed his eyes shut. "Hold your hands behind your head," and Till followed the instructions again. Was it some kind of stretching exercise?
Till quickly pulled his arms back down and pressed them against his sides, trying to stop Ivan's hands from tickling him any further, but all it seemed to do was to trap them under his arms. "S-stohohop! It tihihickles, you brahahat!"
"You have to count back down now, Till-sunbae! Or it won't work!"
He was just making up stuff now, Till was sure of it. He was already laying down on the ground, laughing like a stupid kid and probably calling the whole studio's attention, but why couldn't he get mad at Ivan? Why it felt nice to be around him, even like this?!
"Y-you bahAhas— agh, fihihine!" Till shook his head, his feet kicking behind Ivan as his hoobae moved into his lap. "O-ohone, two, threehee! Stohohop!"
"You can't stutter, Till-sunbae, try again!"
Till groaned, his hands tightly holding Ivan's arms as he had no one but himself to curse for falling for such a lame trick. At least, he thought, he would have a better excuse for his flushed cheeks when this was over…
A/N: Once again rejecting the canon to cope with fiction, yes yes
Me after disappearing from Tumblr for over a month (I will likely disappear again) (I just really needed lee!ivan)
Lee: Ivan
Ler: Till
Word count: ~1.6k
Warnings: Tickles!! And Till swears like twice. That's it!
Ivan knows exactly what Till's limits are. He knows when he should antagonize Till, he knows when he shouldn't, and he knows when he's reaching the line that divides the two scenarios. It's his favorite pastime, and he's only come to know these things so well through trial and error. Calculate how much he can get away with, observe the reaction, and adjust accordingly.
And every time, he's rewarded with the most hilarious responses. Like this morning, when Till shoved Ivan into a wall. Or at lunch, when Till had groaned and ducked his head down, clutching his hair like he was going insane. Or an hour ago, when...
Maybe Ivan has bothered Till a little more than usual today.
But a restless man must find something to entertain himself with. So, after a bit of searching for the boy, he ends up plopping himself down under a tree, right next to Till.
He rests his chin on Till's shoulder, looking at the sketchbook in his hands and watching the creation of graphite shapes across the paper. "What are you doing?"
Till sighs hilariously, already annoyed from Ivan's previous game-playing. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Drawing," Ivan comments with a grin.
"Yeah," Till mutters grumpily.
Ivan watches for a while, his eyes following the pencil's movements like a cat watching a toy sway. It's mesmerizing, but it doesn't have the entertainment value that Ivan is searching for.
So, deciding he hasn't bothered Till enough, he reaches over with a casual air and takes Till's sketchbook into his own hands.
Till freezes for a moment, the unexpected robbery catching him off guard and taking him a moment to process. Then, his mind catches up, and he shoots his hand out to grab it back. "Hey!"
Ivan holds it up above his head, stretching his arm as far as it'll go while he grins at Till mischievously. "I wanna look through it."
"No! I was in the middle of drawing," Till shouts, leaning over to grab it back. To Ivan's amusement, he can't quite seem to reach.
Till leans forward and forward, but the closer he gets to reaching the notebook, the further back Ivan leans. Eventually, Ivan physically can't lean back anymore, and his back hits the grass. And even with half of his body strewn across Ivan's, Till still can't manage to grasp the book due to most of his body still resting in the grass. His head only comes to meet Ivan's chin in this position.
"Give me the-" Till growls, and without warning, he pulls back and digs his thumbs into Ivan's underarms.
Ivan does not squeal. Nor does he shriek or squeak or anything within that genre of sound.
Instead, he does a combination of the three.
His arms immediately jolt down and clamp onto his sides protectively, bringing the notebook into Till's reach. The gray-haired boy pulls one hand away and takes it back, then tosses it off to the side in one smooth motion. Then, to Ivan's horror (read: elation), he slips the hand right back under his arm again.
Ivan makes a similarly high-pitched noise, although it's thankfully less loud this time, and he collapses into laughter.
"T-Ti- ahahaha! Tihihill! You h-have the- hahaha, the sketchbook back!"
"Yeah. So?" Till counters with a frown, practically straddling Ivan's waist now, which he would've been happy to tease about were he not busy giggling his head off. "You've been tormenting me all day, and I'm sick of it!"
"I'm-" Ivan starts, but Till interrupts him by moving a hand down to his hip and clawing his fingers into it, making the poor boy jolt and let out another burst of laughter. Sometimes, Ivan swears Till has no idea how to touch someone gently. To be fair, though, touch between them is usually a result of Till's annoyance with him being vented physically. Not that Ivan minds either way. He's always happy under Till's attention. Even now, as he writhes and kicks, he's not actually making any effort to get away. "I'm s-sohohorry, ahahahaha!"
"No, you're not!" Till shoots back incredulously.
"No, I'm nohohot!" Ivan agrees, only to regret it immediately as Till's hand moves back up and starts burying itself into his stomach, the other one still digging incessantly under his arm.
"NOhoho, no, not thEHEhere, ahahahaha! Tihihill!" Ivan didn't think his voice could go this high, but he's always learning new things around Till.
"Should've thought of that before being an asshole, huh?" Till retorts, and if Ivan didn't know better, he'd say Till sounds almost teasing under his annoyance. The thought makes his face feel a bit warm. Fortunately, he's distracted from this by the sharp, electric feeling sent through his torso by Till's attacking hands. He grabs onto Till's wrist, not to push it away, but just to be holding it. To be touching Till a little more.
"You- ahahAHA, y- ehehehe!" Despite his efforts to respond, each word he attempts to form is quickly consumed by more laughter. If only Till would lighten his touch, if he wouldn't claw his stomach with such aggression that it almost hurts - he knows from his attacks on Till that the boy descends into hilarious cackling at the lightest touch, but for Ivan, it must be the opposite, because he's not sure he's ever laughed so hard before. Not that the bar is very high, considering how little he does laugh.
Till is silent. It takes a moment for Ivan to notice, but the air is filled with nothing but the sound of his own hysterics. Eventually, Ivan decides to glance up at Till and figure out the cause of his sudden lack of speech. But just before he can, the ticklish feeling disappears as Till pulls away, slipping off of Ivan's waist.
"You're an idiot," Till mutters, his voice suddenly softer than before. Not exactly due to fondness, but more like embarrassment.
Ivan curls up on his side and hugs his stomach, giggles still pouring out of him as the tingles across his torso fade away, leaving him giddy. He blinks up at Till to find him looking away pointedly, staring off into nothing.
Ivan hiccups as his giggling calms down. Till's ears turn a soft shade of pink at the noise.
His grin transitions into a slight smirk - he can't help himself. "You alright?"
"Fine," Till grumbles.
"Are you sure? You just went quiet." Ivan slowly props himself up into a sitting position, keeping an arm around his stomach, which honestly hurts a bit now. The consequences of Till's aggression, he supposes. Still more than worth it.
"I-I'm sure." Till's eyes tentatively land on Ivan. "Are you done being a dumbass?"
Ivan hums. "Depends on what you mean by that. But probably not."
"Of course you're not," Till sighs. Ivan snickers, and Till glances away again at the noise. Is that what's making him freak out? His laughter? Ivan has no clue, but he wants to see it happen again.
However, his attention is drawn away from Till momentarily.
"Your sketchbook got creased when you threw it." Ivan shifts, reaching out and grabbing the book.
Till, caught off guard, looks to see. It's not bad. The book had been folded open when it was thrown, and the bottom few pages had been positioned awkwardly when it his the grass, causing them to fold. "Maybe you shouldn't have stolen it."
"It's not my fault you threw it out of the way. You could've backed off of me and held onto the book, but you didn't." Ivan grins as he takes the sketchbook into his hands and flips through the pages. Then, he stops.
His grin falters.
Till bristles at Ivan's expression, scooting over to see what he's looking at. "What?"
"You... drew me?" Ivan asks, his voice subdued. He can't tear his eyes away from the paper, from the dark pencil lines that map out every curve and shadow of his face. Drawing-Ivan is facing forward, grinning at, supposedly, Till, with that dumb little crooked canine that Till somehow managed to look almost charming. His dark eyes are lit up excitedly. Does he really look like that? And did Till really draw this realistically from memory?
Till tenses, peering over Ivan's shoulder at the drawing. "Well, yeah," he mutters defensively. "I get bored sometimes and draw people. You nag me to draw you all the time, so..."
Ivan listens, twitching his head in a nod. He brushes his thumb over those eyes, the ones that are usually so dull and void-like. Creepy, even. They're glowing now, in that drawing, spilling excitement like his emotions aren't too shallow to fill his face like that. "Do I... really look like that?"
Till blinks. "Like what?"
Ivan hesitates, something he doesn't often do. "So... emotional?"
Till looks confused. "Um, yeah. I mean, you usually look pretty indifferent, but when you're happy or upset or something, it's pretty easy to tell." He pauses, glancing away. "I can tell, at least. Like... like just now, when you were laughing."
Ivan stares at Till, who looks entirely truthful, if a little flustered. So he really can...He feels an unfamiliar warmth in his chest, one that grows enough to put pressure on it. One that spreads up behind his eyes, making them prickle and burn.
Before he can form a second thought about what he's doing, he sets the sketchbook in the grass and tackles Till with a hug, burying his face into his shoulder and hiding his dampening eyes.
Till makes a surprised noise, nearly toppling over with the force of the hug. He catches himself, though, and freezes in Ivan's arms for a few seconds before hesitantly placing his own arms around Ivan.
"What are you...?" He sounds confused, maybe even shocked. Ivan doesn't mind. Till doesn't need to understand the strange, warm sensation filling Ivan's chest until it's nearly bursting.
Till doesn't need to understand as long as he continues to do whatever it is that makes Ivan feel more emotions than he knew he was capable of feeling.
I can apply for the event ❤️ Darling: “Do you want me to tickle you?” + 💚 Cutie: “You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!" + 💙 XOXO: “Hey, do you like raspberries?” with lee Luck and ler Magna of Black Clover (It can be romantic if possible, but if that makes you uncomfortable, platonic is also fine)?
Thank you for your attention 💕
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Hi friend! :D Oh my goodness, I love these two so MUCH! Magna and Luck are the best duo in Black Clover (Well- one of the best) so this was a treat to write! I've got you covered! I decided to go platonic for these two this time-it felt right, you know? I hope you like it!
Darling: Do you want me to tickle you?" + Cutie: "You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!" + XOXO: "Hey, do you like raspberries?
“DAMN IT LUCK-“
The eccentric blonde was at it again. Running through the base like a madman, Luck laughed hysterically as he avoiding fireball shots and swipes at his back, relishing the attention he was getting. “You can’t catch me!”
“The hell I can’t! Come here you son of a-“ Magna’s voice was cut off by the slam of a door, Luck effectively blocking his appproach. With a delighted cheer, he dived into the nearest hiding spot- in this case a stack of blankets. He only just got settled when the door shot open with a bang.
“LUCK!” The other cried, and the blonde just barley suppressed a giggle. “You can’t hide from me- I can hear you laughing!”
It didn’t take long for Magna to find him- not that Luck was trying that hard to hide. “Gotcha ass! What the heck we’re trying to pull earlier, zapping me in the butt like that?”
“Eehehhehe! I wanted to give you a little pep in your step!” The other cackled as he was wrestled onto his back, wrists easily pinned. “Did it work?”
“Geez, it’s like you’re ASKING to be tickled. Do you want me to tickle you? Is that what this is about?” The salt n pepper mage demanded, the tone so over the top it had Luck giggling harder. “Cause if that’s the case…”
“Ehehehhahah! Hahahahahhaha!” Fingers wormed along Luck’s waistline as they tugged at his tunic, pulling it free from his belt and exposing his belly to the world. “Mahahahagna, wahhahahait!”
“No way! You didn’t wait for me, you little shit! Now tell me- you still like raspberries?” The older mage didn’t give him a chance to respond, ducking his head down and blowing a massive raspberry against his skin. Luck all but screamed with mirth, nearly flying off the bed with how hard he spasmed.
“MAHAHAHAHANGNAHAHAHA!” He cried, tears in his eyes and cheeks reddening like cherries. Despite his pleas, he didn’t want the game to stop. His friend seemed to realize this aswell, for he blew a few more raspberries against his skin, wiggling his fingers against his sides while he was at it. “WHAHAHHA! IT TIHIHICKLES!”
“Nooooo! You don’t say!” Magna pretended to sound shock, snickering against his skin. Only after Luck started getting “static-y” did he finally quit, sitting up with a hoot of his own. “Oh my god, that was great! Happy now, you goof?”
“Ehehehehe! Vehehery.” Luck nodded, grinning from ear to ear. His seemingly endless energy seemed to finally deplete, for he let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms overhead. “I’m sleheheepy…”
“Oi, don’t go to sleep! This is my bed…ah hell.” Magna rolled his eyes as he watched Luck snuggle in, reaching out and tugging his tunic back in place. “Sleep well, dork. You better not plan anymore pranks while you’re out, got it?”
Luck planned several pranks in his dreams. How many would come to life when he woke, he couldn’t say, but all ended in him playing with his favorite person.
hey I was wondering if you could do
❤️ Be Mine with Lee Yuno and ler Klaus please you don’t have to if you don’t want to though 😊
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Ooo, my baby! Yuno my beloved, I got you covered, anon! :D I hope you like it! :3
Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!
“You didn’t tell me.”
Yuno felt his world halt, his heart stopping and dropping straight to his gut at Klaus’ simple statement. Was this about the Spade Kingdom? About his discovered past? Not that it mattered that much to him- he had no memory whatsoever of the land and forever stood by his home being Hage-
“Why didn’t you tell me you and Leopold were officially dating?” Klaus exclaimed after a bout of silence, and Yuno blinked. “Here I was for at least a week debating on the best way to encourage you- and yet I came to find out today you’ve already sealed the deal!”
“Ah, right.” Yuno nodded, cheeks pinkening at Klaus’ choice of words. “Sorry. I haven’t really had a chance to tell anyone yet.” Something occurred to him then, and he looked at his friend, suspicious. “How did you know about us, anyway?”
Klaus flushed pink, clearing his throat several times as he chose his words carefully. “You two..eherm, are not as subtle as you think.”
Oh. Oh. Yuno felt his face burn crimson as he covered it with his hands, mortification spilling through his core. “Oh my God.”
“I-if it helps, I think I’ve been the only one to notice!” Klaus mended quickly. “And I haven’t told a soul! Not even Mimosa! I wouldn’t put out your business like that, I swear!”
“It’s fine, Klaus. We’re…open about it now.” Yuno lowered his hands, face still hot but feeling a little less stressed. “I’m not mad. I’m just…new to this. The whole dating thing, and..” He gestured to himself, and Klaus’ anxious frown softened into a smile. “This is embarrassing.”
“Not at all! You’re in love, it’s a beautiful thing!” Klaus seemed to pick up his original energy, running up and taking Yuno’s hands within his own. “And I’m sure you know this- but the people who love you most won’t stop because you’re-” He paused, brow furrowing. “Erm, gay?”
“Gay, yes.” Yuno struggled not to laugh. Klause shook their hands.
“Don’t mock me- you never quite told us exactly what you are! The point is- we love and respect you. We loved and respected you then, and we love and respect you now.” His smile grew in care, especially when he saw Yuno blinking rapidly. “Thank you for trusting us enough to be yourself.”
“Klaus..” This was far too sentimental for one day. Yuno fought back tears as he searched for words. “Yo-you’re rather corny in motivational s-speeches.”
“What- oh you…” Klaus puffed, catching on and acting his part. “That is IT! Come here!” He pushed Yuno on his back before tickling his sides, making the brunette squeak with laughter. “I pour my heart and soul into supporting you, and this is the thanks I get? The audacity!”
“Eheheahhahahaa! Sohohohorry to dihihisapooohhint! Gehehhaha-HAHAH NOHOOHO!” Yuno squealed and ducked when Klaus went for his neck, making him kick before curling up. “KLAUAUUASE!”
“You’re never a disappointment, Yuno. You know that.” Klaus reassured, one hand still in the crook of his neck while the other wiggled into Yuno’s armpit. “Now- prepare to face the full impact of my support!”
Consider this your free pass to write romantic!yunleo with the sentence starter "Liar?! How dare you! You're gonna get it now!"
Remember to take it easy and get plenty of rest during this busy time of year! 💖
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NYM! You are a treasure, an angel and my dearest friend! My Yunleo heart is full and my soul is healing- AHHH! Thank you so much! I've gotcha covered!
“You liar.” The words slipped, fast and effortless past his lips. Yuno felt the regret wash over him immediately.
“OI?!?” Leopold twisted to look at him with a mighty gasp, clutching his pearls. His eyes were big, mouth gaping at the audacity. He really missed his calling as an actor. “Liar?? How dare you!” His shocked expression became one of pure mischief. “You’re gonna get it now!”
“Wait- Leo, please!” Yuno tried to defend himself, but Leopold was an entirely different person when he got this way. Within a matter of seconds, the redhead was behind him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and blowing gently into his neck. “Ehehehheahaak! Nohohohohoho, Leheheheo!”
“You really think I’d lie about something like this? The gal- the audacity! The- something else that’s equally dramatic to say at this moment!” Leopold cried between puffs of air, leaving Yuno squealing all the way down as he fell to his knees. “You dare accuse me of lying about loving my boyfriend’s amazing voice?”
“Yehehehehhes!” Yuno cried out, voice cracking with hiccupy laughter as Leopold scratched into his sides. “I cahahhan’t sihihihing ahahahhat ahahhahaahhall!”
“Well- you got me there.” Leopold admitted, wrapping his arms around Yuno’s waist as he tugged him into his lap, resting his chin against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Still- I do love it very much.”
Yuno rolled his eyes as he composed himself, feeling his chest do funny things at the softness in Leopold’s voice. “You don’t need to sugarcoat it. I know I can’t hold a note.”
“I’m not- seriously! I really like it when you sing to me- especially at night.” Leopold kissed his boyfriends reddening cheek, puffing with pride at the growing smile on his lips. “I also love the sound of your laugh, and how happy you sound when you make progress in your magic. I love how passionate you get when you’re fighting a tough enemy, and how bold and confident you sound when you stand among the magic knights.
“But what I really love the most is when you tell me how you feel about me.” Leopold’s voice dropped to a hushed sound, smiling warmly when Yuno turned to look back at him. “Can I hear you say it now?”
“God, you’re such a dork.” Yuno made a choked sound through his laugh, blinking back tears. With a nod, he leaned forward, kissing Leopold long and slow. “I love you. I love you so, very much.”
“I love you too.” Leopold kissed him back, smiling ear to ear as he gently pushed Yuno into the grass below.
I’m OBSESSED with black clover so I had to request for the candy heart event!!!
❤️ Be Mine with nozel x fuegolean (I know they’re more minor characters so I would also love to see asta x yuno if you’d prefer.) It’s one of my favoriteee shows so Im happy you’ve seen it too!
Ahhh, let's freaking goooo! I love Black Clover too- it's so good! I’m gonna go with Nozel and Fuegoleon for this one! (I hope it’s okay I made it platonic!), so I'm super excited to write this one! I've gotcha covered, anon!
Be Mine- "Oh that is IT! Come here!"
The Vermillion siblings were known for their incredible flame magic, ferocious fighting spirits and resilience in battle.
What they were not known for was their cooking abilities.
Fuegoleon looked at the piece of toast- originally intended for breakfast, now was completely scorched with a wisp of flame radiating off the edge. The eggs were just as bad- scorched on the outside yet somehow raw on the inside. To top it off, the fresh tomatoes he picked out to put with everything wilted. How? Fuegoleon couldn’t tell you.
So yeah. A complete disaster.
“Well…at least you didn’t break the plate.” Nozel noted, lips pressed in a thin line as he tried to fight down a snort. Fuegoleon felt his ears burn, ducking his head slightly in embarrassment. “Heh, so it seems…erm. Tada?”
Just as he said this, the plate exploded, cracking down the center and making the pair jump.
There was silence. And then-
“Oh, don’t you laugh!” Fuegoleon gently scowled as Nozel cackled, pressing a hand into the counter for support as he wheezed. There weren’t many things that could send the mercury mage into giggles, but Fuegoleon’s failed cooking attempts always seemed to do it.
“H-How diihiihihihihihd yoohou mahahahnge to do thahahat? Pfttt- Oh my gohohoohhod!” Nozel turned away in his mirth, shoulders shaking as he tried to collect himself, knowing full well meeting Fuegoleon’s glare would only set him off again. “Yohohoohu’re sohoohooho bahahhahad at thihihihs!”
“Oh that is IT! Come here!” Fuegoleon tossed aside his rag and grabbed the other by the waist, gently kneading into his hips. This was another way to get Nozel laughing- a weakness he’d rather die over admitting to. He was ticklish.
“Gah! Nohohohoho! Yoohohohohou dahhahahamn bruhuhuhuhute gehehehehehet oohoohohff!” Nozel jerked, his laughter renewing as he struggled in the other’s arms, weakly grabbing at the hands on his waist.
“Brute you say? You’re just asking for it today, huh?” Fuegoleon smiled, shaking his head warmly. “Very well then- prepare for something I know I can do!”
