Explaining away the (large) amount of mana Yuno posseses by him being royalty / prince of Spade doesn't make sense in the context of Black Clover, since Yuno isn't Cloverite royalty.
In canon, do they not make it a point to explain that the reason behind the mana disparities between classes (in clover) is a direct result of the Elven genocide? The royals stole the elves' mana to themselves, which is why they and then their descendants after them have such high levels of mana (as magic and mana are hereditary). But Yuno does not belong to the royal houses of clover, and this does not apply to other kingdom's royalty and hierarchical systems, because that simply would not make any sense. We know the reason the Heart Kingdom's queen is powerful, is that she receives the power and knowledge of all other previous queens before her in addition to contracting the water spirit. We don't know much about Diamond. However in case of Spade, as far as canon goes, we are not led to believe that there is something special about their royalty. It would also not make sense to apply Clover rules and conditions on them.
Not to mention, canon itself points out (in case of Clover) mana being hereditarily fixed by status, "is not an absolute rule, however, as even a noble born from two powerful mages could be born with little magic power and a commoner born from two weak mages could be born with high magic power." (taken from the wiki), then how about in a society where those disparities do not exist in the first place, because they didn't concoct their own version of the Elven genocide. Magic power (and Mana) would not have to do with status at all.
I would like to believe that Nozel saying, "It makes sense" for Yuno to be royalty owing to his magic, as if it explains things and this 'commoner?? with many mana??' comes from his own background, however it really feels like it's been put there for the audience's benefit. Which to me seems faulty due to the reasons above.
Clover Kingdom's hierarchical system of magic and status was manufactured 500 years ago, and does not apply to other kingdoms unless they were complicit in the Elven genocide, which as far as we see they aren't. Nobles of other kingdom's do not have to have higher levels of magic, this isn't set in stone (although it alludes me how nobles in Clover seem to have higher levels of mana and magical power comparatively, how was this mana 'shared' by the royals to perpetuate and maintain Clover's current aristocratic society? The nobles didn't seem to be present during the genocide in and of itself for the mana to be directly transferred to them, and to me the royalty who've been clouded by greed do not seem to be to keen to share their power and would've been content to keep it and perhaps make themselves some sort of 'absolute' rulers through it — that seems like a more natural progression. Though from the text, I suppose we could infer, especially so through Finesse's engagement to the Vaude's, that this likely occurred through royal-noble intermarriages, but did they marry into every noble house? Was there even enough time for that? 500 years is long, but not that long).
(Although this whole thing of royals stealing mana from the elves to increase magic power on it's own seems fishy when you take Kirsch's explanation into perspective: People's bodies as vessels of mana have a predetermined capacity to how much mana they can hold, and this cannot be changed whether for less or more, no matter what. That capacity is fixed. According to Kirsch, at least. Do take this with a grain of salt though as we've been exposed via canon to attempts at increasing mana via magic items or spells, namely Lumiere's research and Charmy's attempt at finding a way to cook mana-increasing food. So this information could be born from a still incomplete understanding of mana and magic, or royal 'propaganda' similarly to how the elves were refered to as evil fiends in passed down stories).
Rambles aside, Yuno being prince of Spade should not have anything to do with his mana levels, unless further canon evidence is provided to specify that Spade royals' had special circumstances in regards to that, much like the royal houses of Clover and the Queen of Heart's mana is explained.
How about (Munna Bhai) for pre-massacred Licht with young Patri, Sephirah's Apostles and the Elf Tribe in general?
Hello Anon, thank you for requesting! I’m a sucker for romance, so this fic also includes some romance, namely Patolli/William and Licht/Tetia. Thank you for requesting, and enjoy!
Additionally, to all readers, Bollywood Prompts are now closed! Thanks to everyone who requested a fic! I have nine more to get through, and hope to finish them all by the end of the year. Happy reading, everyone!
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Ronne made a silent note of it, of course. The human royal had only begun to visit regularly some weeks prior, so maybe, just maybe Ronne was making bold assumptions based on too few facts. Maybe there wasn't any correlation between the stolen gazes and Licht's sweaty palms. Maybe they were mere coincidences, and Ronne could accept that.
Except Ronne was never wrong.
Rhya figured it out not too long after, and once Rhya caught on, it was only a matter of time until everyone else did. One by one, Licht's inner circle came to know, and little by little, Licht stopped hiding it.
They announced their pregnancy just months later.
*
“You can't keep avoiding her forever you know,” Ronne remarked one late afternoon. He was husking corn for the evening, and Patolli was supposed to be helping him, but the boy had sat by the river brooding instead of helping Ronne shuck and clean the vegetables.
“I'm not avoiding her,” the boy retorted, biting the inside of his cheek. He was fuming, which disappointed Ronne more than anything.
“You are, and it's hurting Licht's feelings,” Ronne lied smoothly, because Rhya was only half as good as him when it came to the deception game, and because everyone but Patolli knew that Licht was too enamored, too busy with his beautiful lover and their future child to focus on the grievances of one lone teen.
“He's going to marry her, you know,” Ronne added some minutes later. “If you want to be Licht's bodyguard when you get your grimoire, then you have to guard her as well – and all of their children.”
“Why?” He snapped back, his eyes burning with hatred and just a twinge of pain.
Ronne sighed deeply before speaking again. “Because he loves her.”
*
Rhya told Patolli the same, Reve made some vague remarks about the power of moving forward, and Fana just pulled him into the forest, sat him down on the ground, and told him every single detail of Licht and Tetia's impending marriage so that he could get it through his head that the time for dreaming was over.
Vetto understood, however.
“It happens in phases,” he told him one night while the little boy was out crying in the field, accompanied by Vetto's little squirrels. “You live, you love, you move on, and you love again. It's a cycle, Patolli. It doesn't end with one person.”
Snot covered Patolli's upper lip and his eyes ran wet with tears. When he tried to speak, all he managed were wheezes before the sobbing intensified. Vetto reached for a handful of wildflowers and plucked them from the ground. He carefully pulled off the dirt and roots, and handed the bunch to Patolli who sobbed as he cradled them in his arms.
“Look at those, and tell me if any one of them is the same as the other,” Vetto instructed him gently. It took several more minutes before Patolli's sobs petered out into hiccups and his eyes cleared enough to peer at the flowers in his hand.
Patolli was done before Vetto could finish counting the minute.
“No,” Patolli grumbled with a sniff.
Vetto could only smile. “And?”
“... They're pretty,” Patolli said awkwardly.
“And?”
“They're flowers!”
“Aaaand?” Vetto had to bite back the chortle.
“They're pretty flowers and they're all different!” Patolli screeched, the tears replaced with fury, his cheeks flushed with childish exasperation.
Vetto burst out laughing, unable to hold back the mirth bubbling in his throat. Patolli stared, gob-smacked, before grumbling underneath his breath. He chewed his cheek and stroked the flowers in his hands while Vetto tried to stifle the laughs.
“Good!” The older man finally wheezed, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “Good,” he repeated when he witnessed a forlorn look settle in Patolli's golden brown eyes. “Good,” he said for a third time. “Every flower in this field is beautiful, and every single one is different from the other. When we pick them for our friends and family, we never pick the same ones. We want to give our loved ones all the colors of the world, because we love them in every which way that we can. These flowers, Patolli, they're wild and they have no masters, and we too are slaves to their beauty and warmth, because we want to give their beauty and their warmth to the ones we love the most.”
“I'm not giving Ratri any flowers,” he retorted.
“But you give your mother flowers all the time,” Vetto teased. “It's because you love her, don't you? I know you love your brother as well, but Ratri doesn't much appreciate the subtleties of gifting, but your mother does. You give your mother flowers because you treasure her, and because she treasures you.”
“Hmph,” Patolli huffed, giving Vetto the side-eye.
“And you know that she treasures every flower you give her, no matter how different they are,” Vetto added gently.
“What's your point?” Patolli grumbled, shoulders defeated and fingers still entangled in flowers.
Vetto could see the tears begin to form in the boy's eyes again, and so he turned away and looked up at the moon. “Imagine the flowers in your hands are people,” he began softly, his squirrels nibbling away at the nuts they'd picked from Vetto's pockets. “Imagine that every time you loved someone new, you picked a flower from this field. Over the years, you accumulate hundreds of flowers, each different from the last, and as the years go by, some wither away, while others persist until they too fade away.”
A sob hitched in Patolli's throat, and the little boy began to cry again.
Vetto kept his eyes on the moon. “Imagine Licht was your first flower, Patolli. Imagine him as the most vibrant flower you've ever picked, and the one you cherish the most right now. Give it the respect it deserves, and accept that your heart has chosen what it's chosen.”
Patolli's sobs echoed through the field as the squirrels continued to nibble at their nuts, while Vetto stared longingly at the bright, full moon. “And when it perishes, bury it with honor. There's no shame in loving, little one, but letting go is a part of that process.”
“No!” Patolli snarled back, his sobs getting worse as the evening persisted and the squirrels nibbled away.
“And when you least expect it,” Vetto continued, gaze fixed on the beautiful moon up above, “another flower will come along, and it will be a flower you least expect to love, and yet you will. You will love so greatly that even the sun and moon won't be able to withstand your love. Trust this if nothing else, Patolli. You will love again.”
*
And he did. A thousand years later, at the gates of the Spade Kingdom, Vetto stood next to his kin in rippling white and black armor as Patolli broke down the gates with a single swipe of his sword. The demons came quickly and so they rode through the swarm with their weapons poised, Fana's great fire breathing Hell down upon anyone who stood in their way.
A thousand years after their deaths, a flower was born. It was a flower few would call pretty, and yet that flower kept Patolli safe in his chest until it was his time.
Vetto hid his smile as they charged through the corridors to where the victims lay chained, like heroes out of fairy tales long dead. They fought every step of the way until they broke down the doors to the roof, cut through the black magic that held down the sacrifices, and finally breathed a sigh of relief as they awoke from their days long sleep.
“William,” Patolli said softly, cradling his beloved in arms much like he cradled those wildflowers one thousand years ago.
“Patolli,” the human croaked in response, “is that you?”
“Yes, my love,” Patolli said hoarsely, voice breaking finally as he pulled the human against his chest and held him tight, kissed along his shoulders and neck before burying his face in his bloodied hair.
And Vetto watched as Patolli cried once more, but this time with relief – this time with love that could defeat even the fists of a thousand demons.
*
Yami Sukehiro snorted from his position on the floor. “We're gonna die if they don't stop making out.”
“I believe your human friends will be here with transport soon,” Vetto said plainly.
“Scarface hasn't brushed his teeth in like... how long have we been here?”
“Three days!” Fana piped up.
“In three days,” Yami continued. “Your buddy's making out with three days worth of bacteria.”
“He's done worse,” Rhya drawled.
“I'm so glad Pato found someone,” Fana sighed with relief. “Thought he would never get over that schoolboy crush!”
“Lady, you thinking stabbing our king and tryna resurrect your entire tribe was over a schoolboy crush?” Yami asked, deadly serious.
Fana waved her hand nonchalantly. “Oh, of course, Pato is just a little emotional, is all!”
“Never mind,” Yami grumbled, laying back down and staring at the sky. He thought he could see the moon peeking out from behind the clouds. “Anybody gotta cigarette?”
Rhya lit a stick and handed it to the large man. They sat still, some smoking, some chatting idly, oddly content while the rest of the heroes gathered to take them all back to their respective homes.
And just a few feet away, Patolli kissed William tenderly underneath the beautiful night sky.
Arvyndase: the Magickal Language of the Silver Elves
I use the language known as Arvyndase for my spells, incantations, & sigils. It is a magickal & powerful language channeled,written down, & recorded by the Silver Elves. It is the most complete Elven language on record with over 30,000 words, 3 Scripts, & it's primary purpose is to be used as a language to speak/write spells, incantations, & rituals. Tho it can also be used in everyday conversation. I have been learning the language for quite some time now & I am finally fully comfortable with using it! I wish I would have known about it years ago! I have always been Elven, and recently discovered that my tribe is the Nobyndar Elves of the Usylyne Tribe. Had I have discovered this language when I was a teenager I could have been using it instead of having to learn dead languages LOL! I use Arvyn Script for my Sigils along with meteorological symbols of course! I use Sylvyn Script to write most of my spells.
I like to pretend Elysia doesn't exist, and even if it does I pretend they find it WAY later. Because those are Cloverite elves, Elysia is in the heart kingdom. How did they manage to find themselves there? How do they enter there legally? (Illegally being almost impossible because Loropechika).
And even if they did find it, while the thought of staying there is tempting, I don't think they would / don't want them to. The end of the elf arc talks about Patri's atonement, and how can he atone for what he did if he's in the Heart Kingdom instead of Clover Kingdom?
Those elves in Elysia are Tetia's descendants no? From the one surviving child. So realistically speaking they'd yknow,, marry humans. Over and over, and probably eventually dissolve into the rest of the human population of Heart — but that doesn't happen, for reasons ig, so they're there and they make Elysia. So they'd be more human the elves, by the old elves' standards at least, and their traditions and culture (maybe language?? How does language work in Black Clover universe???) would have been greatly affected by Heartian culture, there'd obviously be an influence of that considering they'd had to mingle w the humans there to repopulate. So eventually, those mixing, their traditions and cultures become their own thing that the Cloverite elves would probably go "???" It's unfamiliar to them. And yeah it would be nice to stay and learn but in the end those are Heartian elves and they're Cloverite elves, and even if they're both elves they're different.
I don't think it'd be a home for them.
I do think it'd be nice for them to stick around a while and see they haven't been all offed, but that's it. Visits or stuff. Not staying.
I see them staying in Clover.
They'd probably help with the rebuilding efforts, yknow, because atonement. They'd take a more active role in helping the humans prepare for spade, I can see them helping training efforts via Vangeance and Julius approval bcs William brings it up. And stuff.
Rhya especially would be great, because he can copy your magic, make it his own, and even strengthen it. I can see him helping along the captains, especially Charlotte. "Here's how you can make it stronger."
Because yeah they're different races but they still belong to the same kingdom. Nationality, race and peoplehood are completely different things.
But yeah.
I want them to stay in Clover !! And help the humans !! And learn to live, and be happy together !!
I want them to settle in the forsaken realm !! Where they were originally from !! And help the rebuilding efforts in that particularly neglected area !!
This may also tie in to my headcanon universe where Rhya finds this toddler and helps him, and then this toddler starts following him everywhere like a puppy. Reluctant adoption ensues. Toddler insists he can't speak human.
No but I rarely see this acknowledged so can we just talk about how well Black Clover handled feelings of genocide? Or post-genocide? Especially with Patri's awakening? Like that deep raw hurt, that immense sadness and pain, and then that relief to see that not all your people are gone. That you've survived, that you're still out there and your culture won't die..?
Idk as a survivor of genocide it really just resonated with me So Much — like I had to put a week long pause on watching black clover because I didn't know if I could trust them to handle/resolve such a sensitive and complicated issue well.
No wonder I connected with the elf tribe so much khfjrjhdgsys
