Ive been trying to figure this out for a long time and how to make it make sense in my brain and I think I’ve done it.
i have always imagined sloan having a kind of witchy vibe to him, and I like to think that he can also practice another ‘physical’ and learned type of magic by imbuing his energy into things. Think potions and symbols and all that good shit like witch craft.
I guess it goes along with his “dark” magic. Probably another reason why he was seen as evil by his people. Okay yippee great idea me
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Ohhh witchy Sloan does make sense! His magic is pretty versatile 🙂↕️ does he like to study those magics tho?
For all of us Nozel fans! (The club of, at most, 15 isolated people that we are-)
In order of Headcanons: In general, In Relationships, Tickle Headcanons and NSFW headcanons
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In general:
•Cat lover, the kind of person who adores cats. Really the type who's grumpy and smiles instantly when he sees a kitten. •Sweets and wine are her thing, unfortunately not admitted due to a lack of choice given her noble background. •Tsundere, no comment, that was obvious.
In relationships:
•He's a bit shy, but deep down he cares about his partner.
•He blushes at compliments from his romantic interest (whether the interest is real or not).
•His way of showing love is through acts of service, but from time to time he speaks words of love. On special occasions, as expected, he gives gifts.
•He's grumpy with everyone... except his romantic interest: with him, he's sweet, even if a bit withdrawn.
Tickle Headcanons:
•Stupidly and adorably ticklish. And he hates it while his dear friends not at all mischievous... take advantage of it especially his rival with benefits, Fuegoleon Vermillion.
•It's the type where the laughter gradually increases at some moments but remains constant at others. Every now and then he lets out little cries, usually accompanied by swear words. This means that the tickling is intense enough that he can't hide it.
•Touches on his ribs make him jump, he flinches if you grab him in the armpits, but nothing compares to the level of wanting to kill the person who dared touch his feet. Not that he isn't sensitive in other areas, but I think he's really ticklish on his feet and he wouldn't let anyone who brought up that subject get away with it (literally. Cough, bad joke but I couldn't resist, pardonne-moi).
•When he starts laughing for real, he begins to gasp between laughs, and while you enjoy this reaction of his, he tries to hit you (failing miserably, managing to land light taps wherever he can. Correction: if he manages to land any kind of slap anywhere, to begin with...)
•He struggles a lot and writhes but can hardly muster the strength to truly escape.
•It's not as sensitive on the neck, but if someone blows on it (not like blowing out a candle, but like when you test if the air is cold with an "A" motion of your mouth), He jumps or squirms, visibly with a stubborn smile that he wants to get rid of but can't. Yes, he won't admit it, but it tickled him a little...
NSFW (sexual preferences):
•Legs and back: this man is really into legs, he finds them very sexy. Thighs, by extension? Yes, he has a thing for legs and thighs. A big thing. But backs are sexy to him too.
•Men or women? Well, does it really matter? Whoever eats them all doesn't go hungry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ...Men, yes, he likes men. He finds them more attractive.
•He's usually a top, but sometimes he's a bottom too. He enjoys both, but generally prefers control.
•The type that moans a lot and scratches the partner even more, whether a top or bottom on bed.
•Erotic literature is definitely his thing. He really enjoys the classics, but he's definitely into a Marquis de Sade style (like 50 Shades of Grey, but Victorian, basically. See Google for sordid details...)
Black Clover : la fin d’Asta laisse les fans sans réponse sur sa romance
Le manga Black Clover s’est officiellement refermé au Japon avec la sortie du dernier volume cet été. L’ultime chapitre, publié dans le Jump GIGA de Shueisha et accompagné d’un guide officiel, dévoile Asta couronné Roi Magicien. Pourtant, cette conclusion laisse un goût d’inachevé : le triangle amoureux central, qui a nourri tant de spéculations depuis des années, n’a jamais été tranché.
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Tags: time skips, Spade!reader, reader has cleaning magic, I know kind of disappointing but I couldn’t think of anything else, maybe ooc Nacht
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It was a cold snowy afternoon. Just like every other day in this dreadful country. The weather is temperamental as its leaders. Vanica and her bloodlust. Dante and his parade of women. And Zenon, well he was as elusive as the sun.
You were just one of the few people allowed in the castle and more importantly the offices. You were the top maid, the only one allowed in the Spade Sibling’s office.
Opening the door to Zenon’s office, you hum quietly. Luckily for you, the youngest sibling was also the cleanest. You barely had to do anything.
Your head snaps up as you hear a snap. A dark cloaked figure stares back at you. Your heart races as your fingers twitch.
What could you do? Your magic is useless in attacks. For fuck sake, you have cleaning magic. What good is that besides being a maid?
The figure looks up, his striking blue eyes staring back at yours. The moment felt like hours. His eyes being the most beautiful color you ever seen, drawing you in.
Just as quick as he came, he sunk into the ground, disappearing into the shadows. You shake your head as you open your grimoire, cleaning supplies appearing for your tasks. “I do not get paid enough for this.”
The next time you saw him was in Vanica’s office. You were currently wiping the dried blood from her wooden desk when you felt the air shift.
You swing around, a broom appearing in your hand. You twirl the broom as the handle collides with the intruders head.
Your eyes widen at the familiar cloak. “Oh it’s you.”
His head snaps up as he rubs his head. “Did you just hit me in the head with a broom?” He asked incredulously.
You glance down at the broom in hand. “Yeah I suppose I did. I am sorry for that.”
He looked at you in disbelief, hand dropping to his side. "You're apologizing? For defending yourself against a possible attack?"
You nod slowly, cheeks flushed. "I guess I did. You weren't going to attack me, right?"
He shakes his head, the corner of his mouth lifting into a ghost of a smile. "You would be correct. I have no reason to harm a nobody such as yourself."
Typically that word would hurt. Nobody. That word would carve into your skin, leaving you hurt and dejected.
Yet the way he said it made you feel the exact opposite. You felt warm and... fuzzy?
"Thank you, I suppose."
Interactions that followed were friendly. The two of you never spoke about why he was there and you failed to mention to anyone that the Spade Kingdom had a spy. Sure if the siblings ever found out, you were certain your life would end slowly and painfully. Especially if Vanica has her way.
You learned his name is Nacht and that he had devils. Not just one but four of them. Truly impressive feat. The two of you mainly communicated through small letter, but small treats hidden in cubbies that were never used. Rarely did you ever get to see him in person, not until one rare day.
You walk into your room, completely exhausted. Vanica had another bloodbath in her office and Dante had another one of his “parties”. You desperately hope neither of them work tomorrow.
Your heart lurches into your throat at the sight of the elusive shadow mage standing beside your bed.
He looks up as if it were normal for him to just be in your room. “Should have known you would read these types of books.” He says, placing the book back on your nightstand.
You quickly shut your door, checking to make sure nobody heard him. “What are you doing here? You can’t be here. If someone heard or saw you, I would-I”
Nacht sighs, turning to face you completely. “The Clover Kingdom will be here in three days.”
Your eyes widen as fear chilled your veins. The Clover Kingdom is coming here? Your home? “What?”
Nacht takes a small step forward, mindful to keep distance if that is what you truly want. “I need to get you out of here. You can’t be here.” He looks away, pale cheek rosy. “I can’t lose you as well.”
You take a hesitant step forward. “Nacht?” He looks up, a distraught look in those beautiful eyes blue eyes.
“Please return to the Clover Kingdom with me. If something happened to you during this battle and I could have prevented it, I” He exhales, shadows flickering at his feet as if he was losing control of his magic at the though of something happening to you. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”
He closes the distance, the toe of his black shoes touching your white ones as his hand carefully caresses your cheek. “If I survive this, I want to spend the rest of what’s left of this retched life with you. Throughout the years, it’s always been you. The reason I could finish this mission.”
You lean into his touch, breathing out all your worries. His touch was surprisingly warm. You always imagined him cold.
“You want me to leave my home and family to go with you, the enemy from another country?” Nacht nods like it was that simple.
You laugh breathlessly. It was a crazy idea, even crazier that you were even considering it. “Will you?” He whispers, the fear finally audible in his voice. “Yeah Nacht, I’ll go with you.”
