#fuegoleon x reader

[arcanestage]

FROM ACROSS THE ROOM

summary: he’s so into you but all he does is admire you from afar. what a loser!

feat. yuno, nozel, fuegoleon, william

a/n: gn!reader except for yuno’s cuz i got lazy to change things

also, writing styles vary cuz i couldn’t write anything in one sitting like i’ve been adding sentences here and there at different points in my life. this has been a journey for like 2 years but now i’m at the finish line thank god.

anyways, as always, thank you to everyone who still reads my fics no matter how inactive i am ily <3

yuno could count all the times he felt nervous on the fingers of one hand.

one, when his necklace almost got stolen.

two, when asta insisted on roaming around outside at the dead of the night he was so anxious of getting caught he couldn’t breathe.

three, the magic knight exam.

four, that time one seemingly easy mission had gone awfully wrong.

five, you — his hands would tremble at the mere sight of you.

his demeanor seems to change every time you were around, every muscle in his body stiffening, while his consciousness floated away. in his eyes, a spotlight shines above you while the rest of the room drowns out in pitch black. he was so enamored by you, making him feel things he doesn’t quite understand.

klaus paused, annoyed by yuno’s sudden unresponsiveness. mimosa giggled and pointed to the person at the end of yuno’s line of vision.

“ah, y/n again i see,” he teased.

yuno turned his attention back to his 2 friends in front of him looking as if he was a deer caught in headlights.

“y/n is so pretty, isn’t she?” mimosa chimed in.

yuno felt his heart race but he just shrugged.

“i guess,”

“why don’t you ask her out? you seem to be into her anyway.” klaus quirked an eyebrow.

he almost almost got a reaction from yuno but as expected, he shrugged again.

klaus groaned then proceeded to return to the conversation he was having with mimosa. the pair walked away towards the snack bar while chatting, not really caring if yuno followed or not.

of course, he didn’t.

instead, he turned his head back to where you stood, wanting to catch one final glimpse at you. you were scanning the room, seemingly looking for someone when your eyes met his.

your eyes lit up, and began to make your way to him. yuno quickly averted his gaze, palms sweating as he pretended to look for his squadmates.

“hi,” you greeted politely.

yuno could barely move almost as if he was in a catatonic state.

“i wasn’t so sure when we’ll ever meet again but…” you paused, taking out a neatly folded clothing item from your bag. “i wanted to say thanks for lending me your cape that time i was feverish in the middle of our joint mission.”

“it’s no big deal,” he spoke softly. “you can keep it if you want.”

you frowned. “hm, i don’t think it would be right for me keep it. it is a personal item. it has the golden dawn insignia after all.”

you reached for his hands and placed the item in his palms. his hands felt cold and unsteady.

“your hands are so cold, yuno. almost like ice.”

yuno swallowed thickly. he could not speak, the words pooling in his throat could not be forced out. he wanted to carry on a conversation with you perhaps starting with mundane topics then progressing to more personal ones.

“thanks,” he finally said.

you smiled softly, bowed your head, and turned to leave.

“wait! do you—” yuno blurted out.

“hm?” you tilted your head back.

“nothing, nothing. i— have a good night, y/n.”

you had this look on your face. disappointment? sadness? hurt? yuno wasn’t really sure. he was too nervous to read too much into it.

“right. you too,” you smiled (in a sad way, yuno thought) and quickly walked away from him.

“you let her go,” klaus would have said. “she was right in front of you, and you let her go?”

yuno cursed under his breath. maybe he’d have another chance. there will be a next time, there always is, there has to be.

but even he wasn’t so sure anymore.

ever since the day nozel met you, he could not think of anything else but you.

you were taking up too much space in his head and he didn’t like that. lately, it was taking longer than usual for him to finish simple paperworks because truthfully he daydreamed about you in between his work. he felt so inefficient, so sluggish, so out of control. and he didn’t like not being in control.

nozel sighed for what felt like the 5th time in the last hour as he caught himself out of focus again. a knock on his door had pulled him back to reality.

“come in,”

the door slowly opened revealing a slightly disheveled but still charming nonetheless—you.

he swallowed thickly and turned his attention back to the mountain of paperwork in front of him. but as you inched closer to his desk, his thoughts became more and more clouded.

“captain nozel,” you saluted. “i apologize for the intrusion but i came by to submit my report of last week’s mission.”

as you rifled through your thick envelope of files, nozel decided to sneak a glance at you. he noticed the bags under your eyes, and the paleness of your lips. you had been working yourself to death no doubt. it pained him to see you this way.

at last you had found the document. you placed it on his desk, your hands trembling as you did.

“sorry that took a while,” you said as you combed your fingers through your unkempt hair. “the fatigue is finally catching up to me.”

rest, y/n. i can’t stand seeing you like this, he wanted to say. but instead, he gave you a quick nod not even bothering to look up from his paperwork.

you frowned at his reserved responses. you let a moment of silence pass and there it is again, that odd tension that hung in the air whenever the two of you were near each other. people have been definitely noticing; the more people pointed it out the more it bothered you.

his silence stretched on, and you figured he had nothing else to say. he was hunched over his desk, too focused on the papers laid out in front of him to even spare you a glance or wonder why you were still there.

but he did wonder. your presence was making him anxious. suddenly he could hear so much — the tick tick tick of the clock, the creaking of the floorboards as you shift your weight from one foot to the other, the rapid beating of his heart.

“captain?” you hesitated but spoke at last.

you continued. “may i ask you something?”

“go on.” he said, raising his head and finally looking at you.

your lips quivered, suddenly conscious now that his eyes were on you.

“i—i wanted to know if…” again, you hesitated.

“if?” he quirked an eyebrow, urging you to go on. he was growing impatient.

“if…” you licked your lips and continued. “…if i did something wrong? to you perhaps, or maybe as a magic knight?”

nozel shifted in his seat.

“why do you think that?”

it was now or never

“you seem to be cold and dismissive towards me which i noticed you are not with others. at first, i thought it was just the way that you are. i didn’t want to read too much into it but people have been telling me that they’ve noticed as well. and so, i wanted to ask if i’ve done anything to offend you…”

nozel was stunned. he wanted to tell you how he really felt about you, and all the love he has for you—the love he wanted to give you.

but he couldn’t.

“no, you’ve done nothing wrong, y/n. as for you performance as a magic knight, you’re at par with your peers.” he gave you a quick, stiff smile. “you may leave if you have no other concerns,”

you were in disbelief. you anticipated this but somehow, it hurt you.

but why are you hurt? where is it coming from? you don’t really know.

nozel heard the forceful shutting of the door. he sighed and rubbed his face in frustration. he wanted to scream. after a few moments, he rested his head on the desk and thought, it’s for the best, it’s for the best.

fuegoleon has been infatuated with you for quite some time now. from looking for you in a crowded room to his gaze steadily fixated on you when you were close by, he was absolutely smitten. he was pretty in denial at first; those seemingly harmless glances of his became lengthy stares, long enough for some people to notice his little crush on you.

“oh? what’s this?” mereoleona blocked his view and smirked.

fuegoleon was startled as he was quite engrossed with what he was doing.

“what’s what?” he cleared his throat and composed himself.

“oh don’t play dumb with me, fuegoleon.”

fuegoleon scratched his head. he was about to explode from embarrassment and wished mereoleona would just let it go. much to his dismay, she kept going.

“what’s with the hesitation? you’ve never had problems with romantic interests before,”

“i’m not hesitating,” (lie) “i find them charming but i do not wish to pursue them,” (also a lie)

mereoleona quirked an eyebrow. of course she can see right through his brother

“no romance has ever blossomed with just admiration from afar. you-” mereoleona forcefully poked his brother in the chest. “-need to get your ass over there and start getting to know them like any normal person would! you aren’t a coward, are you now?”

“r-right. i should do that,”

but fuegoleon could not move. his palms were starting to sweat and he could feel every beat of his heart. he felt as if he was going to pass out any moment.

mereoleona groaned. his brother was having a textbook petty school crush and she’s obliged to deal with it.

“for fucks sake, you’re a grown man! a little embarrassment will not kill you. now, go!”

mereoleona pushed his brother forward. fuegoleon relented and started to waddle towards you. at the last minute he wanted to take a detour maybe go to the loo to give himself a pep talk or jump from the balcony and cower amongst the bushes beneath.

as he got closer to where you stood, your gaze shifted from the person you were happily chatting with to him. when you and him made eye contact, your features visibly brightened.

this is the point where fuegoleon started to panic.

you were just about to open your mouth to greet him but he took a sharp turn and headed towards the balcony. what was that all about?

“oh…” you mumbled, partly confused, partly disappointed.

“what’s wrong?” your friend had said.

“captain fuegoleon avoiding me again for whatever reason.” you sighed. “i’ve done nothing to him as far as i could recall,”

“that’s strange,”

you nodded. “indeed.”

“maybe he likes you!”

you scoffed. “yeah right,”

outside stood fuegoleon, his hands gripping the railing so tight his knuckles turned white. he took deep breaths to ground himself but it was no use. even after a few internal monologues, he still felt unsure.

he craned his neck to take a look at you only to find you exiting the room from the other end, saying your goodbyes to the people around you.

it was too late.

perhaps he was a coward after all.

“captain william? are you listening?”

william snapped out of his thoughts and zoned back into what was an important squad meeting. langris had been reporting for the last 15 minutes but due to a lack of response from the captain he decided to call his attention. now all eyes are on him.

“5th of the month,” david whispered. “he has spaced out in every meeting since the start of the month which is so unlike him. i wonder why.”

“shush!” letoile whispered back and flicked him in the forehead.

david was right: william was not himself. it was quite unusual for him to lose focus during important squad meetings. he tried to ground himself, staring at langis as he spoke, mincing his words so he could digest them better. but he couldn’t bring himself to be present at the moment, no. his thoughts, his damned thoughts, would only circle back to you.

“apologies, langris. i’ve been preoccupied by personal matters. go on, you have my undivided attention now.”

while he did survive that meeting, most of the golden dawn members noticed a big shift in him. it didn’t take long for people to start talking though william didn’t pay them any mind.

“everyone’s saying that you’re in love,” the wizard king said. william knew better than to lie. julius, who spent his free time wandering about, knew everything.

william chuckled. “so i’ve heard,”

julius pouted. he was not getting the reaction he intended to get.

“y/n.” julius whispered.

“huh?”

julius caught a glint of recognition in william’s eyes and smirked. he was caught off guard for sure.

“that’s their name, right? y/n?”

beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. his ears turned red at the mention of your name. he quickly averted his gaze and steadied himself.

julius laughed heartily and patted william on the back. “you my friend are definitely in love.”

“give them flowers. i heard sunflowers are their favorite.” julius said as he bid william farewell.

so he gave you sunflowers.

every week sunflowers would appear at your doorstep — bright yellow flowers humbly wrapped in sheets of kraft paper that sometimes came with a note.

“a secret admirer. how romantic!” your friend had teased. “who do you think they’re from?”

you shook your head. “no idea. i couldn’t recognize the handwriting either.”

then you smiled softly. “but the gesture was nice and they made me happy so it doesn’t really matter.”

unbeknownst to you, this admirer of yours had been watching you from a safe distance, his heart thumping as you carefully picked up his little gift and cradled it in your arms. he saw that you were happy, and that was enough for him.

“don’t you feel a little weirded out with yourself? you almost seem like a stalker to me,” julius once said as he sat beside william.

he chuckled. “i could say the same to you, lurking around disguising yourself while being up on other people’s business.”

“hey! thats not—” julius groaned. “what i meant to say was why don’t you go over there and say hi? what could possibly go wrong?”

a lot of things, william thought.

he dreamt of you day and night; he dreamt of touching you, holding you, being with you. but he couldn’t make this a reality for himself. the fear of rejection ran deep in his veins.

“perhaps some other time,” william pursed his lips and stood, no longer wanting to be part of this conversation.

“eh? you’re captain of THE golden dawn, what’s stopping you?” the wizard king was genuinely confused

william sighed and pointed at his mask. julius’s features softened; he finally understood.

“i have places to be, i’m sure you do too. i’ll see you around, julius.”

he bid the wizard farewell and walked away, feeling his heart shattering into tiny pieces.

[busuteme]

Okay.. so it’s says you’re requests are open so I’m gonna make a request if that fine. Could you maybe do Nsfw (dominant and Breeding) head-canons if that’s fine for you. And could you do the characters Fuegoleon Vermilion, finral Roulacase and luck voilta from the anime Black clover. If you only do one character at a time then do Fuegoleon, but besides that, yeah. Please and thank you if you do. And if you can’t that’s perfectly fine and understandable, have a nice day!”

Dominant + Breeding Kink NSFW HCs | Black Clover

Characters: Fuegoleon Vermilion, Finral Roulacase, Luck Voltia

Pairing: Male characters x Gn!reader (NSFW)

Fuegoleon Vermilion

• Fuegoleon is the kind of dominant who doesn’t need to raise his voice, he controls the room with calm command.

The kind of man who says, “Come here.” and your body moves before your brain does.

• His breeding kink is rooted in instinct. Something about having you under him, body trembling, makes the noble in him awaken.

He cups your jaw and murmurs low:

“I will fill you until you can take no more. You understand?”

• He always starts slow but deep, long, deliberate thrusts meant to claim, not rush.

But once he sees you begging or on the edge?

He grips your hips and drives into you, pace powerful enough to leave your legs shaking.

• Praise mixed with control:

“Good. Take me just like that.”

“You were made for this, weren’t you?”

• When he’s close, his self-control cracks just a little, his grip tightens, his breathing deepens, and he presses your stomach gently:

“I want you to feel every drop I give you.”

• Loves holding you down while he finishes inside you, chest pressed to your back, one hand pinning your wrist, the other wrapped around your waist.

• Aftercare is incredibly tender. He warms you up with magic, keeps you against his chest, and kisses your shoulders.

“You did beautifully. Rest now.”

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Finral Roulacase

People expect him to be soft and flirty, but in bed?

Finral is a possessive, jealous, controlling dominant when he really wants you.

• His breeding kink is tied to how emotional he gets.

He loves the idea of you being full of only him, marked from the inside.

• He uses his spatial magic to tease the hell out of you, teleporting your clothes off, teleporting you onto his lap, teleporting you onto the bed when he gets impatient.

• When he’s dominant, he’ll hold your hips down and whisper against your neck:

“You’re not running tonight. You’re taking all of me.”

• A whiny but demanding dom during sex:

“Let me hear you, don’t hold back.”

“You’re squeezing around me, keep doing that and I’ll fill you right now.”

• When he finishes, he pushes in deep and stays there, body shaking because overstimulation makes him lose control fast.

• Gets addicted to the sight of you fucked-out and full.

Might run his thumb over the mess and murmur:

“Look at that… you’re overflowing.”

• Aftercare is clingy, affectionate, and filled with kisses.

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Luck Voltia

• Luck’s dominance is chaotic, unfiltered, and relentless, not cruel, but primal.

He doesn’t “ask” to take control. He just does.

• The breeding kink hits him harder than he expected.

Something about having you beneath him, squirming, makes him grin wickedly.

“I wanna fill you until you can’t move… doesn’t that sound fun?”

• He gets more aggressive the more excited he is, pinning your wrists, biting your neck, leaving marks wherever he can.

• His stamina is insane. Expect multiple rounds and very little warning before he flips you into a new position.

• Dirty talk is breathy and excited:

“Ahh, you feel so good, I wanna keep going.”

“You’re gonna take everything I give you. All of it.”

• When he finishes inside you, he groans loudly, burying himself to the hilt, practically trembling from the force of it.

• He loves watching it drip out, sometimes pushing it back in with two fingers, grinning like he’s doing something naughty on purpose.

• Aftercare is surprisingly sweet. He wraps around you like a human blanket, rubbing your back until you fall asleep.

[hermusicpersona]

Why is there such a tragic shortage of Black Clover fanfics

Especially Yami Sukehiro

[astryxie]

spending the holidays with them !

characters: yami sukehiro , nozel silva , fuegoleon vermillion , and william vangeance

tags: fluff , multicharacters x gn!reader

a/n: spending the holidays with their s/o ! HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY !

🔮 YAMI SUKEHIRO

The idea had sounded simple.

Decorate the tree. Together.

Yami had agreed with a shrug and a "Yeah, sure." which in hindsight should've been your first warning.

The second warning came when he grabbed the box of lights and immediately tried to plug them in without untangling anything.

The result was a tight, aggressive knot of wires.

He stared at it for a long moment.

"Huh."

You looked over from where you were opening the ornament box. "You didn't untangle them."

"They'll untangle themselves." he said confidently."

"They absolutely will not."

Yami gave the bundle a small sake. It somehow got worse.

He scoffed.

You stepped in, taking the lights from his hands. "Here. You hold this end."

He did. Wrong end. The knot tightened again,

You sighed. "The other end."

"I'm trying." he muttered, crouching beside you. He watched in silence as you worked the knot apart with practiced patience. After a minute, he squinted. "How the hell are you doing that?"

"By not fighting it."

"Sounds fake."

Once the lights were finally free, Yami insisted on putting them on the tree himself.

He started in the middle.

Not the top. Not the bottom. The middle.

You watched him wrap the lights around one section three times before pausing. "Why are you concentrating them there…?"

"Focal point." he said. "This part's important."

"The rest of the tree feels left out."

"They'll get over it."

You gently redirected him upward, fixing the spacing as you went. He didn't protest—just grumbled under his breath while pretending he hadn't noticed.

Then came the ornaments.

Yami picked one up, turned it over in his hand, adn hung it immediately.

On the weakest branch.

You saw the branch bend. "Yami."

"It's fine."

The branch bent more.

You caught the ornament just in time before it fell. "That was not fine."

He laughed, unapologetic. "Alright, maybe not that one."

The next ornament went straight onto the same branch.

You stared at him.

"What?"

"That branch remembers you."

He snorted and finally moved on, though not before clustering three ornaments far too close together. The tree looked like it had opinions.

At some point, Yami stepped back to admire his work—and stepped directly into a box of tinsel.

There was a brief silence.

Then, "Why is the floor attacking me?"

You laughed as he lifted his boot, silver strands clinging stubbornly. "You're losing a fight to decorations."

"I've fought worse."

"Have you though?"

By the time you finished, the tree was… uneven. The lights weren't perfectly spaced. A few ornaments were crooked. One section was suspiciously empty.

Yami crossed his arms, surveying it. "Looks good."

You tilted your head. "It looks like it survived you."

"Exactly. Strong tree."

You fixed one last ornament, nudging it just enough to balance things out. When you stepped back, Yami's arm came around your shoulder easily, pulling you in like it was instinct.

"You always do that." he said.

"Do what?"

"Make things look better without trying to make them perfect."

You leaned into his side. "Someone has to counteract you."

He huffed a quiet laugh, resting his chin lightly against your head. The tree glowed softly beside you—warm, messy, unmistakably yours.

"Next year…" Yami spoke. "I'm supervising again."

You smiled. "You already were."

"Yeah." he replied, voice easy, content. "And look how great it turned out."

He didn't move. Neither did you.

And honestly, the crooked lights and stubborn tinsel felt just right.

🔮 NOZEL SILVA

Nozel had planned everything.

The decorations were tasteful and minimal—red, green, and soft candlelight arranged with precise symmetry. The tree stood perfectly upright, every ornament spaced evenly, each ribbon measured and tied just so. The table was set formally, polished to the point of reflection.

It was, in every sense, a proper holiday.

You noticed the moment you stepped in. "It's very organized." you said carefully.

Nozel inclined his head. "holiday traditions are meant to be observed by dignity."

You smiled, amused but fond. "Of course they are."

Dinner passed quietly, comfortably. He ensured your plate was warm before his own, poured your drink first, and corrected the fire when it crackled to loudly. Every moment was deliberate, every detail attended to.

Yet as the evening stretched on, the formality began to soften.

Later, you sat closer by the fie. Without comment, he removed his gloves and put it on your hands when the room cooled. His finger lingered a second too long before retreating.

You smiled softly and slipped them on. They were warm. Familiar. Unmistakably his.

"There is something I wished to give you." he said.

He retrieved a small, neatly wrapped box from the table, holding it with both hands as he returned. He hesitated before offering it to you, eyes fixed on the fire instead.

"It is practical." he said. "And refined. I considered its utility carefully. However—" He stopped, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "If it is unsuitable, you are not obligated to—"

You took the box gently. "Nozel."

He fell silent.

You opened it slowly. Inside was something elegant and understated—chosen with care, clearly meant to last. Thoughtful. Useful. Very him.

Your expression softened. "It's perfect."

He studied your face, searching for any hint of courtesy rather than sincerity.

"It is?" he asked.

You nodded. "You thought about me when you chose it. That matter more than anything."

For a moment, he aid nothing. Then he exhaled—a quiet release of tension you hadn't realized he was holding.

"I am relieved." he admitted.

You shifted closer, the warmth of the fir settling around you. Without thinking, Nozel reached out and adjusted the gloves still resting on your hands, ensuring they were properly fitted.

"You may keep them." he added, after a pause. "If you wish."

You looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." he said, softly but firmly. "I would prefer it."

You leaned against his shoulder then, gently, giving him time to pull away if he wished.

He didn't.

Instead, he remained still—and after a moment, allowed his shoulder to relax into you. His hand rested near yours, close enough to warm, not quite touching.

The fire crackled softly. Outside, winter pressed against the windows—but inside, Nozel stayed with you, no longer bound by formality alone.

A proper holiday.

And something more.

🔮 FUEGOLEON VERMILLION

Snow crunched beneath your boots as another snowball sailed through the air.

Fuegoleon caught sight of it just in time—tilting his head as it burst against his shoulder in a soft spray of white. He blinked once, then let out a quiet laugh.

"Well struck." he said, already scooping to gather snow for his own.

You barely had time to react before his throw landed near your feet, close enough to make you jump. It wasn't aggressive—measured, careful, like everything he did. He knew exactly how strong you are. He trusted you. That was why he didn't hesitate to play along.

The snowball fight continued, light and rhythmic. Footsteps, laughter, quick dodged. The winter air bit pleasantly at first, your breath fogging between throws.

Then Fuegoleon noticed it.

You slowed. Just slightly. Your shoulders drew inward between movements, hands lingering too long at your sides before gathering more snow.

He stopped mid-motion.

Another snowball was already in his hand, but he let it fall apart instead. His gaze sharpened—not alarmed, but focused, attentive.

"Enough." he said, firmly but gently.

You looked up, surprised. "What? I as about to—"

He crossed the distance between you in a few long steps. Close now, he could see the faint tension in your posture, the way you tried to brush off the cold.

"You're chilled." he said. Not a question.

"I'm fine." you replied automatically, though your voice betrayed you just a little.

Fuegoleon frowned—not angry, never that—but concerned. He reached out without hesitation, hands settling at your shoulders, grounding and warm even through layers.

"You don't have to endure discomfort to prove anything." he said quietly.

Before you could respond, a gentle heat bloomed around you. Not flame—never overwhelming—just warmth, steady and controlled. His magic wrapped around you like sunlight breaking through clouds, easing the chill from your limbs.

You exhaled before you realized you'd been holding your breath.

"There." he murmured, adjusting the warmth the moment your shoulders relaxed. "Better?"

"Yeah." you admitted, softer now.

He stayed close, one hand still at your back, as if ready to catch you if you swayed. His thumb moved in a small, absent motion—comforting rathe than conscious.

"You push yourself even when it isn't necessary." he said. "Even today."

You gave a small smile. "I was having fun."

His expression softened. "So was I." Then, after a pause, "But my enjoyment ends the moment you're uncomfortable."

The snow around you began to melt slightly, steam curling faintly at your feet. He guided you towards a bench, settling beside you. keeping the warmth steady as you caught your breath.

holiday bells rang faintly somewhere in the distance.

Fuegoleon looked at you then—not as a captain, not as a knight—but as someone deeply attentive. "Next time," he said gently. "We rest sooner."

You leaned into him, warmth layered over warmth. "Next time." you agreed.

He smiled—calm, fond, and unmistakably relieved.

holiday, after all. was meant to be warm.

🔮 WILLIAM VANGEANCE

Snow fell gently, soundless against the earth.

William walked beside you with an unhurried pace, his footsteps so they would not disturb the stillness of the morning. The world felt untouched—branches heavy with white, air crisp and clean.

Without a word, he shifted his cloak, angling it just enough so it shielded you from the wind. The fabric brushed your shoulder lightly, deliberate but unobtrusive.

"It's colder than it looks." he said softly.

You nodded, breath misting in the air. "I don't mind."

He smiled faintly but made no move to pull the cloak back. Instead, he kept his steps aligned with yours, matching your rhythm as if it came naturally.

For a while, you walked in comfortable silence. The only sounds were your breathing and the soft crunch of snow beneath your boots.

Then William spoke again—not to fill the quiet, but to invite it deeper.

"How was this year for you?" he asked gently.

You hesitated then answered. You spoke about small victories, quiet disappointments, moments you hadn't known how to name until now. He listened without interruption, gaze steady, expression open. When you paused, he didn't rush you.

Every so often, he nodded. Once, he adjusted the cloak again when the wind shifted, keeping you warm without breaking his attention.

"You carried a great deal," he said when you finished. "More than you realized."

You glanced at him. "You think so?"

"I'm certain." he said, voice calm but sincere. "And you endured it with grace."

The path curved ahead, leading deeper into the trees. Snow gathered on his hair and shoulders, but he didn't seem to notice. His focus remained entirely on you.

"If there were moments you felt unsure," he continued quietly, "That is not weakness. It simply means you were human."

You exhaled slowly, tension easing from your shoulders.

He slowed, stopping near a tall tree dusted in white. He turned toward you fully now, cloak still drawn close.

"You are allowed to rest." he said. "This morning. This day. This coming year."

The snowfall thickened, soft and steady. He remained there with you, a quiet presence, offering warmth without expectation.

holiday morning passed not with celebration, but with understanding.

And somehow, that felt like enough.

[slutsuccubuss]

nsfw vs sfw

Hey guys guess who’s back from her 17 thousand year leave lol….im sorry. Anyways enjoy this black clover headcanons on my favorite three boy’s

🦁🔥Fuegoleon  🔥🦁

NSFW

a secret bottom..can’t change my mind 

Likes being put on a leash

ABSOLUTELY LOVES WHEN YOU RIDE HIM he just can’t get enough of how you control him

Loud moaner like so loud you’ll have to remind him other people live with you guys

“P-please don’t stop”

“I c-can’t we’re in…pu-public”

Head pats or you playing in his hair>>

He’ll try and act like a top just to get tied up and edged for hours

Risky/bathroom sex>>

LOVES WHEN YOU CLING TO HIM 

neck kisses make him weak , he can’t get enough of them

You once edged him under the dinner table, watching him slowly fall apart and tear up.

Loves when you fuck up his hair , the next day he’ll wake up looking in the mirror and remembering the night before

💓SFW💓

Hates how the public sees him as just a ‘ fierce leader ‘ and not a man

Has a diary where he writes in perfect detail of how you make him feel

Loves that he can be himself around you and just relax letting his guard down 

AN AMAZING COOK but sometimes his temper gets in the way and he burns the food

😴©️RHYA©️ 😴

NSFW

he’s an eater…he’s to lazy to fuck so he’ll eat🤷

If he does fuck you it’s either in doggy or a sleeping position 

Loves holding eye contact 

“ not yet..don’t you dare finish without me” 

“Look at how pretty you are”

“ that’s my pretty girl/boy”

Usually gets turned on when you suck on things like lollipops or popsicles. Just anything that causes saliva to drip down your mouth

Absolutely loves watching your eyes roll to the back of your head while he slides in deeper

Takes big ass hands full of your hair and fucks your throat.

“Look at me or I’ll stop”

Loves when you whine out his name.

💞SFW💞

Loves sleeping on your chest

Matching bracelets>>

Let’s you draw on his face 

You’ll have to drag him to events because he’s too lazy

He bed rots

Surprise attacks and tickles>>>

Laying under trees and allowing you to sleep on his chest

Collarbone and forehead kisses>>>

👑💧nozel 💧👑

NSFW

just like Fuegoleon. A secret bottom BUT when he tops you it’s so amazing 

“Just look at you..so pathetic”

“Already leakin hm?”

Doggy style , matting press , wall sex>>>

“You’re so fucking dirty..fuck I love it”

Holding your throat while fucking the life out of your eyes

Fucking you on the dinner table and makes you lick it up while he fingers you

Loves watching your legs shake from how rough he’ll ruin you

Bites your neck during sex

“look at me while i ruin that pretty throat of yours…fuck—that’s it “

throws his head back when moaning, doesn’t want to look weak

uses his magic to restrain you to the bed

breathing against your neck while fucking you against the door

after a hard day he’ll come home slamming the door and ordering everyone out the house but you. Grabbing your hair slamming you against the pillows—smacking your ass before forcing himself in you

💝SFW💝

an amazing hairstylist besides his crazy hair 

Loves cuddling in private where his siblings can’t see him 

Unlike fuegoleon ,he wants the public to think of him as fierce 

Only submissive when with you

The type to lay his head on your shoulders and hugging you from behind while you cook

Hums when braiding his hair 

His voice is smooth and silky when he sings

[dragonstarlightwrites]

Favored by Flame and Fang 

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader

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. 

[goddesssevenseas]

Decisions

warnings: smut, age gap, fluff

word count: 1k

requests: OPEN

You have known Fuegoleon and Nozel for a long time; they were older than you, 6 years for Nozel and 7 for Fuegoleon. The first time you met them, you were 11. It was with your parents

“ Say Hi, don't be shy darling,” your mother said, holding your hand. You got brave and showed yourself behind your mother. “ H-Hello I’m y/n. It's nice to meet you.” You said with a soft smile. “ Boys, why don’t you show Ms.L/n around the garden?” Nozel’s father suggested, however, it was more of an order. The boys nodded and showed you around the garden. You loved the scenery. “ Are you enjoying yourself, Ms.L/n?” Fuegoleon asked. “Yes, the garden is very pretty,” you responded, a thorn pricking your finger. You whimpered, taking a look at your finger. Fuegoleon tore a small section of his shirt, wrapping your finger. 

Since then, you have gotten along with them. They would visit you throughout the week. One day, your parents called you into the office. When you walked in, you saw Nozel and Fuegoleon. “Sit sweetie.” Your mother said, smiling. “ How do you feel about Fuegoleon and Nozel?” your father asked. You instantly smiled and said, “They’re gentlemen, and they’re so fun and cool! They’re my best friends.” You replied. The boys were happy to hear that they pleased you. “I’m glad to hear that you like them,  you’ll marry one of them,” he said. “But…they’re older, Dada,” you responded. “When you’re of age to marry, it will happen.” Your mother said. You were only 11. You didn’t know how to feel about having to marry one of them. “It would be an honor to be your husband one day n/n,” Fuegoleon said to you as he and Nozel knelt before you. They both pressed a peck on your hand. “ Act normal losers. Who cares about getting married? I’m only 11,” you say, smacking their heads. 

Over time, you were assigned a teacher to remind you of your lady skills. That was mostly the guy's fault. You guys loved playing races and crazy outdoor games. You had training on weekends with them, and you all got rough with it. You picked up some of their habits. When you turned 15, you were finally revealed to the others when you took the magic knights exam. You fought with strength and grace. The boys were confused about why you held back. It wasn't that you held back; it was more like you were forced to. When you looked at the captains, they all had their hands up. “ Silver Eagles!” you yelled and giggled afterwards. 

As you all grew, feelings were developed. Your parents watched Nozel’s and Fuegoleon's reputations and how powerful they were. “ You should back down, Fuegoleon. She’s mine.” Nozel said eye fucking you from across the room. “ Be respectful and quit eye fucking her,” Fuegoleon said. “Shut up, you do that all the time,” Nozel said to him. You skipped towards them “Innocently”. Your breasts bounced. You want them to watch you. They were definitely watching, so were other men, which pissed them off. You’re 18, so some of the men didn’t care to look away. You aren't a minor anymore. 

You are 18. 18 with sexual urges. It's normal. You want them badly, so you did naughty things that looked innocent. Bending down when you dropped something to the point where your skirt would lift enough for your panties to show, only when the three of you were alone. You would fake a fall so that one of them would get in the way, and you’d land on them in a straddle position when sitting up. You sometimes eat certain things in a way that looks sensual, making it look like you had no idea what you were doing. 

“Hi guys, I've missed you,” you said, hugging them. You liked how their hands reached a bit low. “ We missed you as well n/n” they both said. “ Now correct me if I’m wrong, but you guys eye fuck me right?” you asked bravely. “Yes,” Nozel replied. Fuegoleon nodded. “ Be good boys,” you said, crossing your arms. “ Oh, please don’t act so innocently. We picked up on your little schemes.” Nozel replied. You blushed. You revealed your feelings. 

A week went by. Your parents kept bugging you about who you’re going to choose. You would only reply with “I don't know,” but what happened last night, you knew your answer. 

“ Don’t be such a tease,” Fuegoleon commented, watching you undress. “ I am actually struggling. It won’t unzip,” you replied. Nozel walked over to you. “Here, let me help,” he said, finally getting the zipper down. Your dress pooled around you. You felt their stare. Fuegoleon stood in front of you while Nozel stood behind. “You’re so beautiful,” Nozel said, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. He took your bra off. Fuegoleon didn’t waste time; he played with your nipples, making you moan softly. He then got on his knees, tearing your cute pink panties off and spreading your legs enough to eat you out. It was so intense for your virgin body that Nozel held you up as your knees grew weak. “Fuego!Fuegoleon! Fuegoleon!” Your body spasmed. Your juices were all over him, and he loved it. Nozel tossed you on the bed gently. “My turn,” was all he said before he had a taste of your cute pussy. He slurped and sucked. He made sure you were chanting his name and tugging at his hair just as you did to Fuegoleon. 

The following month, you and the guy decided to meet with your parents to announce who you would marry. “ I’ll be happy with your choice, darling, there’s no need to worry,” your father commented. Your mother nodded, agreeing with your father. “Well, this is unheard of, but I’m marrying both,” you lifted your hand showing them two beautiful engagement rings. Your parents stared at you, shocked. “Why have one when you can have both, ya know!” you exclaimed and giggled. Nozel chuckled. “We spoiled you too much,” Fuegoleon commented. “And we won’t stop. We promise you a wonderful life, y/n. We love you.” Nozel said. 

Author: I hope you enjoyed my story. Requests are open.

[bows-n-fluff]

Hey love? Yes...

Characters: Nozel, Fuegoleon, William, Mereoleona, Charlotte.

pt.2 here