i remember 3 years ago when I started black clover I was looking for merch, fanfics, art, etc and I could barely find anything especially for langris and I fell in love with his character 😭😭 im still not over him so ima just have to write the fics myself. I haven’t even looked for fics or anything since then so there could be some now.
an: lately I have become a little obsessed with Langris Vaude, a slow process considering how much I used to detest him, but here we are. Now I thirst for the haughty man. I know I am not alone in my opinions, so this is for me and others that yearn for the spatial mage.
p.s. apologies for how long this turned out, I simply could not control myself! ^^
pairing: Langris Vaude x female reader
warnings: too many to mention, nothing is super kinky but continue with ease
Masterlist
A - Aftercare
It took Langris a hot minute to work out what this actually meant. Not accustomed to the softer moments in life, he had frowned in confusion as you forced him to lay back and relax.
What was the issue?
He had more than ensured your pleasure, and he too had found his release, why would he linger on the bed when there were other things to be done?
Slowly, he found that the quiet moments after what had transpired were sweeter than candy. Lost within the sensation of your fingers brushing into his chestnut hair, the rhythmical rise and fall of your chest and the melodic tunes you would hum.
"This is aftercare then?" he asked in a timid voice so unlike his own.
"Mmm, yeah. Nice isn't it?"
He was silent for the longest moment before rolling with you to reverse your positions.
"Let me return the favour, my love," he cooes.
Langris kneads at your tense shoulders, letting his hands skim down your bare skin in utter reverence as he kisses the top of your head. He wouldn't be skipping this ever again.
B - Body Part
You'd have to fight him - playfully - to discover his answer, but if truth be told, he likes his chest.
He knows that his strength is rather unassuming to most, often being dismissed for possessing only raw magical strength and not the physical type that Asta is famed for. Yet, under his magic knight's uniform lies defined muscles and corded strength, always ready at a moment's notice.
Langris has no wish to become as bulky as Asta, he finds it rather crass as to how thick the grey-haired boy's torso has become of late, but he will continue to train to maintain the lithe definition he does have.
Other than the physical appearance of his chest, there is another, far softer reason as to why he favours this part of his body. Within said chest beats a heart that had never known love, his family might have favoured him over Finral but he was a show pony, not a loved child.
Langris didn't know what it felt to be loved or to love until he met you. It was a turbulent journey, and it was not without some tears being shed. The armour around his heart crumbled into a rusty mess when he finally realised that to love, he has to allow himself to be vulnerable from time to time.
It was worth it, you were worth it and he would be damned if he would give it up after the battle he had fought to find it.
Yes, Langris likes his chest and the heart that resides within.
As for you, it's almost an impossible decision. You are everything he ever wanted but didn't know he needed. Langris may not be the most verbal with his affection, but if pushed he'd pick your hands.
He likes how they slip into his own when you know no one else is around, fingers interlocking and a thumb stroking against his palm. He adores that your hands seek him out in the night, wrapping around his bicep as you curl into him.
Your hands express your love and affection, the softness of your touch on his skin enough to chip away the icy mask that he wears to protect himself.
C - Cum
Langris was a flustered mess the very first time you made him cum. His face was so pretty and pink as he fought to keep his gaze away from your own, his breathing rapid and his hands clenched into the white sheets beneath him.
A simple handjob and he had spurted his sticky seed in record time as if he were some mere horny teenager. You knew he was embarrassed, could sense it with how he acted now and it tugged your heart. He didn't realise how empowering it felt to be able to bring his release so easily.
Langris was startled when you dipped a finger in his creamy essence, treating it as if it were paint and his skin the canvas. You swept it over the dips of the prominent 'v' that carved out his hips and pelvis, fingerpainting to your heart's content.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked on a hissed breath.
Finally, you met his crystalline eyes. Smiling sweetly you placed your messy fingers into your mouth and made a show of sucking them clean. It was arousing to watch the colours deepen, the way his cock jerked and hardened once more.
"Tasting you," you admit.
Langris was far from done with you after that display and remark.
He prefers to paint your insides than decorating your body but he has been known to pull out for you to swallow his load, but only if you ask very sweetly.
His cum tastes bitter but not unpleasant, almost like extremely rich dark chocolate. As for volume, well, there is enough to make several paintings if you wish.
In return, Langris enjoyed eating you out far more than he had anticipated. The sometimes haughty noble is not immune to becoming pussy drunk, lapping at your slick centre until his mouth and chin are shiny with your essence.
His eyes glazed and unfocused when you finally managed to pull him by the hair away from your trembling cunt. The simple act of watching him licking at his lips is enough to make you keen for him. Langris wastes not a drop of what you spill, he has never tasted something so potent and intoxicating.
D - Dirty Secret
Langris will deny it to the ends of the earth, but he enjoys wearing your panties.
Shocked?
I'm not surprised, no one was more shocked than Langris himself.
He didn't pull them on through any overwhelming urge that came to his mind, it was the result of a lost bet that forced the silky shorts to adorn his beautiful hips.
Langris was confident that he would win the bet and that he would never have the indignity of wearing a female's underwear, but he had been wrong.
He was a flustered mess as he left for the day, only the two of you in the knowledge of what lay beneath his pants. You tried to suppress the giggles, knowing that he would likely throw a hissy fit if he thought you were mocking him, but he was too dang cute.
You had to admit that he looked kinda hot in your silkiest pair of black shorts. You had chosen these especially as you did not think he would take well to wearing a barely concealing thong. His bits would never remain inside!
His lightly tanned skin was accentuated by the midnight black silk, the lace trim around the legs gave an inviting allure and you almost crawled to him by the door. Desperate to unbuckle his belt and pull any the layers to find the smooth material so you could bury your face in it, but you didn't.
Langris saw the look in your eye, he remembered it all day long and slowly he started to enjoy the feel of something so decadent against his crotch. He liked it far more than he anticipated.
He won't tell you this, and you will never tell him that you cheated in your bet... how naughty!
E - Experienced
You had thought Langris to be a virgin when you got together, but it turns out that he had lost his innocence in one of the very few times he had gotten drunk. He isn't proud of it, in fact, for a long time he tried to pretend it had not happened at all. Langris didn't remember what the girl looked like, let alone her name and it prickled him.
Certainly, you had no experience to speak of, and the one drunken time for Langris didn't amount to anything. That meant that you were to experience a lot of new things together.
Langris was certainly a fast learner. Within no time at all, it felt like he had a wealth of experience under his belt and you were still floundering like a shy little flower. He took your meek embarrassment in his stride, secretly enjoying how bashful you became when he whispered naughty suggestions in your ear.
"Shall I bend you over my desk, my love? I have a free hour or two. We could see how many times I can make you cum on my fingers before you are whimpering for me to fill you up properly."
Where had your inexperienced lover gone? That boy was dead and buried. The man that replaced him was confident in his ability and assured of his technique within the blink of an eye.
Langris Vaude was certainly a prodigy in many disciplines.
F - Favourite Position
Call him old-fashioned, but what is wrong with missionary?
Langris likes that he can kiss you deeply whilst he plunders your cunt, growling as you bite at his lower lip and he ruts himself harshly in reply.
He can brace his weight on one wrist or forearm as the other pinches lazily at your stiffened nipples, lowering his mouth to suckle the peak until you are yanking on his hair.
In this position, he can feel your thighs winding around his hips and the bucking over your body meeting him stroke for stroke. You feed him that extra friction that is enough to make him want to leave pretty marks on your neck - his mark.
Langris knows when your release is close, your hands sliding to his back where your nails dig into his flesh hard enough to leave thin red streaks. That hint of pain is blissful, knowing that you are losing the battle against your animalistic instincts and he isn't far behind.
He'll shift back on the bed, moving to his knees as he drags you closer to him. Pressing your thighs against his shoulders as his cock reaches new depths and drags deliciously against your g-spot with every precise swing of his hips.
Yeah, this is his favourite position, nothing else comes quite as close as this does.
G - Goofy
I'm sorry, this is Langris Vaude we are talking about. He barely knows what the word goofy means. If you wanted this in a partner then you were with the wrong brother.
He'll listen to your pathetic attempts at jokes, smiling kindly but his eyes are weary. The man loves you more than anything in this world, but he is never going to be the type to play practical jokes or burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. It's just not in his nature.
Having said that, he does like to tease. He isn't above tickling you until you are crying for mercy, of which, he has very little. Langris will giddily straddle your waist to hold you down and tickle your ribs, neck, stomach and every other part he can reach until you are sobbing with giggling tears.
This kind of goofy, he can get behind, but it will always be behind closed doors. He doesn't wish for others to see that he possesses this side of him.
H - Hair
Tousled golden brown hair adorns his head, soft and gently curling around the edges of his face. Langris keeps his hair well-trimmed, believing it to be unbecoming of a young man to let it get too long. His shampoo smells faintly of jasmine, you'd think it would be a little feminine but on Langris, it really compliments him - balancing out the masculine elements of his appearance and personality.
Light smatterings of hair grace his pectorals, he used to shave it off until you insisted he stop. You love running your dainty fingers through the hair, your nails grazing his nipples quite on purpose as you do. He'll growl as a warning, but whether you choose to heed the warning, is entirely dependent on your mood.
His happy trail starts not far above where his sleeping pants would rest, the hair is a little denser here and especially as it continues down to join the short curls that nestle around the base of his dick.
The carpet surely matches the drapes, the colour is exactly the same no matter which part of his body you admire with your lustful gaze. Langris keeps his private area short and well maintained, but your nose still nestles against the coarse hair when you've managed to work his cock fully down your throat.
I - Intimacy
It took some time for intimacy to be the norm in your relationship, Langris simply did not know how to offer it, having received none himself.
Much like when he discovered what aftercare meant, he slowly allowed himself to ease into the sensation of letting someone close to his heart.
The whole thing came with soul-soaring highs and achingly awful lows.
Langris had not anticipated that loving someone intimately would bring with it such terrible fears. Thoughts of losing you in some way, of being hurt or falling out of love with him haunted his dreams more than he would care to admit.
Intimacy was a double-edged sword, capable of bringing ecstasy and at the same time being able to bring him to his knees in agony. Despite this, he wouldn't give it up for anything in the world, he only wished he had found you sooner. Perhaps your good influence on him would have meant mending of relationships far sooner than had transpired.
The majority of your shared intimacy is still hidden behind closed doors but on occasion, and when Langris is feeling especially proud of you, he will openly kiss your temple. He might even indulge in trailing his fingers with yours for a moment, much to the bewilderment of his squadmates.
Your relationship is no secret, but his softer side certainly is.
J - Jerk Off
This happens very rarely. There have been only a handful of times when he has been parted from you long enough to warrant him fisting his straining cock.
If he were to find himself on such a mission where you had not seen each other in days, then it would likely be first thing in the morning that he would indulge.
Awakening to find his morning erection practically waving at him beneath the bedsheets, his skin sensitive from everything that dares to touch him and his mind replaying the lewd dreams of you from the night.
Langris grasps the base of his dick, hissing through his teeth at the initial contact, he won't last long, he knows that much. Screwing his eyes shut and chin tilting his head back to face the ceiling as he tries his best to imagine it is your hand around him. The difference in size and strength of grips should be enough to wipe away his foolish illusion but Langris is so headstrong that the image of you remains clear.
He'd much rather it was you doing this, your dainty hand pumping his length, spreading his precum over his heated flesh in between kitten licks from your naughty tongue.
Only a few strokes to this imagery are enough for him to relieve the pressure in his abdomen and balls. Completely messing up the sheets but hoping he can slip them into the laundry without question.
Langris really cannot wait to get back home to you.
K - Kink
Don't tell anyone, Langris will not be impressed if you dared disclose this information to anyone - he means it - tell no one.
Langris is a sucker for praise.
You discovered it completely by accident. Laying back in Langris's bed, thighs spread wide and pinned down by his strong hands, his face was entirely buried in your cunt.
Your fingers speared into his lush hair, gripping at the roots as you spoke in broken moans;
"Oh gods, baby. You're making me feel so good."
He stilled for a second before his sparkling eyes lifted to lock with your own. You visibly watched the pink stain deepen on his cheeks, his tongue flickered against your clit and you whimpered.
Waiting until he was back to tasting your velvet lower lips, you spoke once more and carefully watched his reaction.
"Baby, you're such a good boy. So amazing at eating me out."
He groaned in his throat, eyes rolling to white as his hips rutted against the mattress. Langris was lost to his actions, fucking himself whilst he devoured you like a man possessed.
Let's just say that you know how to pull his strings, how to gently manipulate him into giving you exactly what you want.
"Whose your handsome best boy?"
L - Location
Again, Langris is fairly traditional with his preference. He likes to make love or fuck like feral beasts, depending on his mood, in the safety of your shared bed.
The options were almost limitless, he could contort your limbs into a variety of positions or simply choose to indulge in straight vanilla sex.
However, he has become rather fond of taking you in his office. It seems so naughty and unprofessional of him, seeing you bent at the waist with your dress simply a puddle of cloth only covering your middle. Your beautiful tits pressed into the smooth oak of his desk, both your arms in his grip as he slams into your fluttering cunt.
The sound of skin slapping is lewd and delicious as he reminds you to be quiet, knowing that you will fail sooner or later and he will have to make you suck on his fingers to dull your noises.
He loses himself in the sight of his cock plunging into your welcoming warmth, his balls smacking against your clit with every precise thrust and the jiggle of your ass cheeks as the clapping noise increases with each gush of essence that crashes against his crotch.
Yeah, Langris would take in his office at every opportunity afforded to him.
M - Motivation
There are times when work has to come first, you know this well and you understand, you do, but it's so difficult when it is keeping you from the tender touch of your handsome man.
Langris can become easily absorbed into his work, often not noticing how late he has stayed locked away in his office - he locks it knowing you'll try to distract him if he doesn't. He loves you dearly, but he feels there is still a lot he needs to prove.
By the time he slumps into your bedroom, dark rings under his eyes and shoulders slouched from exhaustion, you know you'd have to work a miracle to get him in the mood.
You've planned for this, Langris finds the room bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and you are draped on the bed in your finest lingerie. Silk adorns your torso from neckline to midthigh, the golden shimmer catching beautifully in the glow.
"My love, I am so very tired," his plea is genuine and there is strain around his eyes from denying you.
"I know baby, come here. Let me take care of you."
You pat the bed and watch as he slowly undresses to leave his uniform in a trail from the door to the bed - very unlike him. He hums his appreciation as he truly looks over your enticing lingerie, wishing he wasn't so damn tired.
Isn't it amazing how reinvigorating a sensual massage, a willing ear to listen to his woes and a loving hand to caress all his favoured areas can be? Langris is swept into the care you pile on him so generously.
You know in your heart that if he really was too tired, you weren't going to force the issue, this had been a lovely evening and you had no desire to spoil it with an argument. Slipping from the bed so you can change into his shirt for the night, he catches your wrist by surprise.
"Ride me, my love," he pleads.
"We don't have to, I know you're tired..."
Langris pulls you to him, lips searing against your own before he parts your mouths.
"I have not the energy to ravish you as I'd like, but I'd love to watch you fuck yourself on my cock."
Well, you don't need asking twice...
N - No
Langris, despite seeming rather uptight to most, is fairly open to trying new things in the bedroom. He feels the safest when experiencing activities with you - his trust runs soul deep.
However, there are a few things that are a straight 'no' and those are never going to change. Namely, anything that would cause you or him harm or pain. A spank on the ass, hair pulling, nails raking into flesh or hard bites are the limit to his tolerance for pain in the bedroom. Anything beyond that is a 'no'.
The same goes for anything too risky; he might love taking you in his office but he is not about to indulge in initiating intimate relations in a place where you are likely to be discovered, that would be foolish. The very thought of someone else seeing your body in the throes of passion is enough to boil his blood and make him see red. You are his and his alone, and in the same regard, he is yours.
Langris does not share, not now and not ever.
O - Oral
Langris is a big fan, and will often put off the main event in favour of absolutely losing himself in the feel and taste of your core. He will push you well on the way to extreme overstimulation as he practically refuses to detach from your puffy clit and swollen lips.
Drinking in your whimpers much in the same way he drinks in your delicious nectar, Langris can cum entirely untouched in this situation. Driving his hips further into the yielding mattress as you squeeze the life out of his head.
The man has serious game when it comes to oral skills, perhaps having a razor-sharp tongue helped him in this regard and in honesty it doesn't much matter.
He knows exactly when to tease your clit, when to slide his velvet tongue along your slit, how firmly to press his nose against your hood and when to prod at your aching hole.
His record is one straight hour spent between your slick thighs, and he would have continued if he wasn't concerned you would pass out from dehydration.
As for receiving, it is sometimes the best part of waking up. You were his very own alarm clock, often waking before him - which was saying something considering how early he wakes - to slide between the sheets and feast on his flesh.
The first moan out of his mouth tells you he is awake, uncovering your hidden form so he can watch exactly what you are doing. Cupping his sensitive balls as you slobber all over his dick, eyes wet from the tears of forcing him further and further down your throat. Muscles constricting to the point that his hips are jerking and he's cursing under his breath.
Langris won't last much longer, the early morning erection already close to painful and demanding release. Along with the sight of your fluttering lashes and tears tracking your cheeks, it's more than enough to force his orgasm - of which you collect every drop on your tongue, showing it to him before swallowing and opening your now empty mouth.
"Fuck, you're gonna kill me at this rate, my love."
P- Pace
Much depends on his mood, either is good at the right moment. Langris also likes to switch things up mid fuck, going from slow and languid strokes that ensure he grazes every sensitive spot in your clenching cunt to fast rough thrusts that make your toes curl and your nails dig into his shoulders.
He can play you like a damn fiddle when he wants, long having learned what every reaction meant and using different techniques to keep you on your toes.
You can be lost in his loving gaze, running your fingers softly through his hair as you reach up to peck at his parted lips one second and the next he has flipped you onto your stomach and is fucking into you like he is deep in mating season.
Don't ever think you truly know what is going through his head, especially when he is intoxicated by your nearness.
Q - Quickie
Langris really enjoys a quickie, it's an excellent way to feel connected to you in the times when work and evil schemes rear their ugly head.
Those moments when you are going about simple tasks like taking off your make-up or folding your clothes neatly away, the urge to pin you against the nearest wall is often irresistible.
If you could see the fiery blue flames that dance within his eyes, it would at least give you a hint as to what is to come, but he treats you like a predator stalking prey.
Pouncing when you least suspect it. Bruising kisses pressed to your lips as he rips away the layers keeping him from your bare skin, only every removing enough to allow him the much-needed access for scratching this insufferable itch.
You love when he is like this, the primal need driving him to consume you completely. It won't take long, the pace will be brutal and there will be little to no preamble but you find these moments raw and so real.
It reinforces the confidence that needs you just as much as you need him.
R - Risk
Langris is fairly risk-averse. He doesn't see any pleasure in putting you or him in harm's way. There would be no amount of pleasure in the world that could coax him into taking such frivolous and dangerous risks.
He wants you safe at all times.
Even when it comes to birth control, he is extremely diligent. He knows your cycle, probably better than you do, and he always has protection on hand for the times you forget to take your birth control pill. He is aware you are a little scatterbrained with such matters, and although he would much prefer to fuck you raw, the condoms are there for the times you do forget.
S - Stamina
On a day off, Langris is a solid 11/10.
He could probably go from dawn until dusk with the appropriate rest breaks scattered throughout - he could not survive on simply eating out your pussy - and water, lots of it would be required for such sessions.
These days are rare, although they do occur. As much as you enjoy being swept into carnal pleasure for an entire day, you would much rather enjoy his company in less lustful ways too. He is extremely witty when in the right mood, and you love to hear his take on current affairs over lazy mornings in bed. He has even been known to read the paper to you, adding his own spin on the events of the previous day much to your quiet amusement and giggles.
On a work day then he is probably closer to 6/10. He gives it his all and will most likely have enough energy to go at least twice before flopping back on the bed with his eyes shut and his chest rapidly rising and falling.
"My love, please tell me you have had enough?"
Can anyone truly have enough of Langris Vaude?
T - Toys
Toys are not something that is prevalent, therefore not much consideration has been given to their usage in the bedroom.
Langris would likely find the idea of introducing toys into the lovemaking deeply wounding. Isn’t he enough for you? He’d huff and puff at the thought of it, full-on pouting lower lip and refusing to meet your eye.
Heaven forbid that he discovers how toys could be used to drive you to the brink of desperation. Langris would likely smirk as he presses the tiny bullet vibrator to your clit, watching your legs tremble and shake from the vibrations entering your body.
“You asked for this, my love.”
U - Unfair
Langris can be extremely unfair when the mood strikes him. There is a slight sadist streak that stems from his upbringing and he hasn’t managed to shake all of it away. He might choose to let out his frustrations by toying with the idea of turning you into a whimpering boneless mess.
He’ll become absorbed in bringing you to the very precipice of orgasm, your hips stuttering and nails scrabbling against the bedsheets, only to dial it back down. The first few times are annoying but fun, after that you are full-on crying for him to let you cum. The pressure is too great, you might implode on the bed if he doesn’t push you over that final cliff edge.
He chuckles darkly, narrating his entire process as his slender fingers dip between your folds, spreading your slick and teasing your hole with short thrusts.
“You want to cum, my love?” Langris sounds so haughty, tearing his lips away from your quivering and tortured nipples to speak.
You can only nod fervently, noises of garbled assent slipping from your lips.
“Beg me.”
And you do. Langris can suffer from a slight God complex from time to time, and this is one of them. He is so unfair but always makes up for it on the other side. Aftercare is now one of his specialities and when he has been this cruel, he spoils you rotten with his actions and affection.
V - Volume
It’s rather a surprise how verbal Langris is mid-coitus. You hadn’t pegged him for being much of a talker, but you can’t help but be turned on by the lewd whispers in your ear.
“You like that? You like my cock buried in your cunt, stretching you open?”
You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve damn near lost consciousness from the utter filth that he paints with his words. He’d probably make a fantastic erotic fiction writer, not that he ever would dare such a sinful hobby - most unbecoming.
Other than his words, he grunts, groans and growls. He is not one for shying away from letting you know exactly how deeply your actions are affecting him.
Pulling him in for a kiss by yanking on his belt? He is growling like a grizzly bear before his mouth slants over yours.
Waking him with your special wake-up call? He is groaning as he watches inch by delicious inch disappear into your throat.
Straddling his lap to impale yourself on his eager cock? He is grunting as your slow descent continues until you are fully sheathing his length.
Langris is rarely silent in these heated moments, and every little word or noise fills your soul to the brim with love for your beloved man.
W - Wild Card
The closest Langris ever came to losing his damn mind and fucking you in a place where discovery would have been likely was last year at a party hosted by the Black Bulls.
His fractious relationship with his brother, Finral, is healing slowly and with your continued reassurances that you would be by his side the entire time, he agreed to attend.
You liked Finral, you could see how much effort he was putting into building the bridges between himself and Langris, as well as how sweet he was to you. He had a partner of his own, and the two of you always got along well.
The party was in full swing with more than enough crazy antics to write a book about. Langris was nursing the same drink he had been holding an hour ago whilst you might have indulged in a little more than was sensible.
Pulled to your feet by Finral’s girlfriend, you both make your way to the small area set up as a dance floor. It’s innocent at first, girly shrieking as you both jump around with Noelle and Mimosa, but it changes quickly.
The cousins flounce off to find Asta, leaving just the two of you remaining as the music changes to something with a heavier beat. One thing leads to another you find yourself entwined with the girl, hips rolling in tandem and hands ghosting down sides and over stomachs.
One look over at your man and you almost moan aloud. The brothers look feral, tension radiating around them and you are sure it is not from an argument. Their respective eyes find their partners and for a few more minutes you decide to continue the show.
Finral snaps first, quick steps towards you as he pulls his girl away to goodness knows where, leaving you alone and seeking out Langris. You find him standing in a shadowy recess, he crooks a finger and you practically run to him.
His fingers tangle in your hair, baring your throat with a harsh pull on your silken strands. His scorching mouth licks a path from your throat to your mouth, insistent lips bruising against your own and teeth nipping at your kiss swollen lips.
Your hands are pawing at his chest, inching under the tight fit of his shirt and eliminating all space between your bodies.
Langris finds the strength to stop this in its tracks before he is fucking you for all to see. He doesn’t want that, doesn’t wish to share you. The dancing with Finral’s girl was the very limit to his allowances and he hadn’t expected to be quite so affected, and it seemed his brother was much in the same boat.
Arriving home was quite the experience but it’s a secret Langris wants to keep between you two.
Ask nicely enough and the story might be told…
X - X-Ray
Oh my, you walk in on Langris exiting the shower. The towel loosely tucked around his hips happens to fall away at the very moment you close the door. What an eyeful, let’s drink in this absolute treat of a male.
Golden brown hair damp and tousled clings to his handsome face. His jaw is sharp, angular with defined cheekbones that many a girl would kill for. His aquamarine eyes lock with yours as you trail his impressive frame with a hungry gaze. His lips tilt into a knowing smirk, chin lifting in what you might think to be haughty defiance, but you know him better than that, he is teasing you for looking so brazenly.
His skin is very lightly tanned with a faint sprinkling of freckles gracing his shoulders. His torso is lithe but well-defined. Muscles packed onto his slim frame in a way that makes his strength entirely unassuming. Long slender fingers wiggle as you continue to venture down, almost dancing as if to remind you of the last time he had used the digits on your body.
His stomach dips slowly, unfazed by your tour of him and you eye his happy trail that you adore so much. He must be happy to see you, his generous cock lengthening before your eyes, as if by magic. His length is impressive, more than enough to kiss your cervix and with an especially girthy base that means you never truly get used to his size. There is always a slight burn to accommodate him fully, but you love it, love the stretch.
His legs are slim as are his hips, and although he is face on you can well imagine his cute little tush. Knew that he is likely clenching his cheeks as you bite your lip and finally pad towards him in anticipation.
What a man…
Y - Yearning
Langris is always yearning, although you might not even know it. Coming from nobility he has long since mastered the art of entirely masking his emotions behind a veil of indifference.
He might let you in on his little secret, whispering in your ear as you pass each other in the hallway. Tells you just how adorable he finds your new knee-high socks and that he can’t wait to learn how they feel next to his ears. You’ll squirm as people pass the two of you, not knowing that the vice-captain of the Golden Dawn is turning your panties damp with his words.
Then again, he might not tell you how turned on he is whenever you are near him. It’s his little secret, one that brings that smug smile to his lips. To keep it under wraps means he has to keep his hands and his thoughts to himself at least some of the time, it’s hard when he is literally aching for you. Everything below the waist feels far too tight and restrictive.
If he didn’t take his duties as seriously as he does then he would likely be found twisting the sheets with you as often as he could.
Langris always wants to be buried in your warmth, but realistically, he knows this is impossible. He’ll settle for taking you in any free moments he has.
Z - Zzz
Langris needs his sleep, he cannot function on too little of it and he has a rather strict sleep schedule that he rarely deviates from.
Before he met you, he used the extra hours in the morning for exercise, reading and catching up with paperwork. Now he is more likely to be found reading the paper to you as you snuggle against his side or fucking you absolutely senseless before he has to get ready for work.
The man does not believe in naps, they are a waste of his time and he tsks every time he finds you nestled in the sheets during the day. You best believe he is gonna spank your ass to wake you up, and he wonders if you specifically wear your cutest pink panties for this very reason.
Langris is in bed by 11pm every night. He doesn’t force you to bed at the same time, he knows you often read much later into the night but he will pout from his side of the bed if you choose to read in the chair. His eyes, already heavy from the sleep that is fast approaching, blink at you slowly. A hand slips free of the comforter to make adorable grasping motions and his bottom lip juts out.
You roll your eyes, but you know you’ll be climbing into bed with him, how could you say no to the soft vulnerable side of Langris? His head on your lap, he almost purrs his contentment moments before he is fast asleep.
Hello! How are you? I've only recently found your blog and it's swiftly becoming one of my favourites. I would like to request Langris, William, Nacht and Finral with a s/o that has a beautiful singing voice (it's especially helpful when they use it to help calm the boys down after very bad nightmares).
Hiya! I'm pretty good, summer vacation (and thus work) is rolling in, but I've had opportunities to meet up with irl friends lately and it's amazing.
Awww, I'm super happy to hear that you like my content! ^-^ And welcome, welcome, I do hope that you continue to enjoy your stay
Pairing: Langris x gn!reader, William x gn!reader, Nacht x gn!reader, Finral x gn!reader
Genre: general/fluff
Fanfic type: headcanons
Total length: ~1.1k
Langris
He has always found your voice to be very soothing, even before you started dating and he heard you humming out something, or singing some quiet tune, mostly to yourself. The blessed pieces of a melody he only got to hear in passing.
And it was one of then reasons why he found himself gravitating to you. But only one of them. It was just the icing on the cake. Just one more thing that added to your gentle presence.
On most days most occasions.
But there was something in which that lovely voice of you, the heavenly melody that fell from you when you sang, was better than anything else he could imagine. And that was during the nights when, although they had grown more scarce since you wound up together, he had a nightmare.
He always woke up in cold sweat, after having relived the worst parts of the nightmare over and over again. His chest was heaving, and he could barely see the room around him from the way his gaze had glazed over.
Then the one thing that reached him, was your loving embrace; the way your arms wrapped around his head, as if to cradle it. And the songs, the tune, the hum that flowed through the air, bringing him comfort.
That was how he managed to lay back down, and close his eyes. The sweet, comforting melody of your voice, was heaven on earth.
William
He first heard you singing on a warm summer day, and he couldn’t help but think how it was more sweet than any song bird he had heard in his life. And the more he had the privilege to hear it, the more blissful it grew in his ears.
Even after you start dating, even after you move in together and being a life, as a couple; all throughout it just becomes more like a piece of heaven.
You, just as you are, are like a blessing of a heaven to him. Your voice, the lovely melody of your voice, is just an extension of it.
But during the nights where he relives the memories, the past events that Patri has showed him; the nights when he wakes up screaming, you’re there for him. You whisper sweet nothing to his ear, taking his hand, and begin to sing a quiet song that eases the racing of his heart.
The rapid breath disappears, and the shaking of his body ceases, and the knowledge that you’re there, pushes away all the darkest of dreams he might’ve seen.
The quiet, heaven-like song you sing, that caresses his ears, brings him bliss and sleep at the wee hours of the night. Even if… during those moments, he’d like to stay awake, and just listen. Just listen to you.
But the comforting melody takes the better of him, and he falls asleep in your arms, every time.
And that makes you smile.
Nacht
Companionship and comfort haven’t been … familiar for him, for most of his life. Even less since Morgen died, since he had been Nacht’s one trusted friend; someone he could confide to.
But your voice… no matter how much he tried to push you away; or rather pull himself away from you and that blessed melody that was the song that left your lips… He just-, couldn’t. He couldn’t stay away, but instead found himself flocking back to you; like a moth to a flame.
However, it wasn’t his destruction, it was his rebirth. It was his salvation that he found in your gentle presence and the soft tune of your voice. And he wanted to do everything in his power to cherish you in the ways you deserve.
And the nights… when it was the shadows of his mistakes, the memories of old… that came back to haunt him. He had forgotten the taste of screams and cries years ago; he had almost forgotten how to wake up from those nightmares. But… when he did… he was shivering, terrified right down to the bone.
That is when he feels that the heavens are shunning him with all of their weight, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
It is then that he hears you singing, right next to him. And those sweet words, that gentle, comforting melody … it is like the key to the pearly gates themselves.
The shadows, the painful memories fade into the background, and he pulls you closer into his embrace, just listening. And he doesn’t want you to stop singing, because it makes him warm… it makes his worries and fears seep away.
You really are heaven on earth to him.
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Finral
He has always, always said that he finds your voice gorgeous. It’s amazing, and lovely, and all around wonderful. And he means it. He very much means it. Even if the words don’t quite seem to do your voice justice, at least in his opinion.
But he does try to find new ways of telling you just how much joy he feels when he hears you sing. It fills him with a light, airy sensation that courses through him.
He could sit down and listen to you all day, but he doesn’t dare to ask to hear you sing that often. Not even if it brings him such comfort. He doesn’t want to ask, because it seems like insisting; like a demand, and he doesn’t want to demand.
It’s apparent, however, from just how wide his smile is, just how much he enjoys the melody of your voice. Which is why, during the late nights, when you’re woken from your sleep by the muffled sound of a cry that results from him having been woken by a nightmare.
He tries to keep his sobbing quiet, even if it had been the jolt, he made that woke you up. But as you wrap your arms around him, and begin to sing a quiet song, right next to his ear, he turns to you and answers your embrace. He presses his head against you and focuses on the melody of your voice, dripping to his skin like some divine nectar. And it makes it all okay.
His tears cease, and the terrified thumping of his heart quiets down… There is only you, the gentle melody, and him.
Hello Aine! I hope you're well. I would like to request fluffy hcs for William, Langris and Nacht going stargazing with their so(as a date, or just a spontaneous outing), and halfway through a meteor-shower happens. Have fun!
Hello lovely bby! Thank you for your request and this is so beautiful, I'm not sure if i'll capture it well since I've never seen a meteor shower in my life (ಡ‸ಡ)
But I'll do my best as usual, I'm comforted that there's Langris and Nacht, these two are cute when they're soft, uwu. Not that William is not cute, he's always the softie. Heheheh. Here's some fluffy hcs!
William | Langris | Nacht x F! reader
William Vangeance
You and William stargaze pretty often, he would explain to you constellations and planets, how they worked and such.
"Look at that!!" you would exclaim and William watched as your eyes lit up in awe of looking at the meteor showers
"It's called a meteor shower, love."
"It's like thousands of shooting stars raining down all at once! It's so beautiful!" you quickly closed your eyes to make a wish.
William chuckled at your innocent gesture, not wanting to break your hopes and dreams by telling you it was all but a myth.
"You know love, shooting stars and meteor showers are caused by debris in the galaxy." he sat beside you to enjoy the view himself, it was indeed breathtaking.
"huh, so they're like waste of the galaxy?"
"kinda, yeah."
"No! They're beautiful even though they're trash of the galaxies. The galaxies don't appreciate them.." you huffed.
Willliam giggled, petting your head, "well, they say one man's trash is another's treasure. Whenever you feel down and at your worst, think of the shooting stars today, okay? Remember that although they might be irrelevant somewhere, in another place, they are greatly appreciated and loved."
The captain of the golden dawn pressed a kiss to your forehead, "so what did you wish for?"
"My wish already came true," you beamed, "how about you? did you make a wish?"
William's faced flushed red, realising that you had wished for a kiss from him. He shook his head, giving you more kisses on your face, and eventually one on your lips, "my wish has already came true long ago."
Langris Vaude
"Langris, quickly! Come and see this!" you pulled at his sleeve. There was a meteor shower from where you were stargazing.
"It's common around here babe," Langris shrugged.
"I've never seen one before, thank you for bringing me today!" you beamed at him but your eyes never leaving the beautiful night sky.
Langris couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you were, "so, is it as nice as you thought?"
"It's even nicer than what the folks describe at home!"
"Go on, make a wish." he put his hands in his pocket nonchalantly.
"I wish that Langris and I would be together, forever!" you clasped your hand together, telling your wishes to the shooting stars.
"You're not supposed to say your wish out loud, y/n..." Langris' face was a light shade of red, his heart feeling all warm and fuzzy.
"opps.." you gave a little pout, "it just came out cause I was too excited, will my wish not come true now?"
You fluttered your eyelash at your boyfriend, whose ear tips have reddened. He finally realised you were teasing him.
"tsk. whatever." He tried to brush it off, but you held onto his hand tightly and gave it a squeeze.
"I know that my wish will come true." you gave him a peck on the cheeks.
Nacht Faust
Nacht loved stargazing. He enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with it. He thinks that stars are like you, the light in his dark life.
And you just liked tagging along with where ever he went. It was your first anniversary as a married couple and as usual he brought you stargazing, but today he had a little surprise for you.
“Whoa!!” Your eyes gleamed at the sky of meteor showers, “Baby, did you know about this?!”
“Yeah.” He smirked at you, “but it’s a secret how I know.”
You couldn’t be bothered with his teasing today, “Quick, let’s make a wish!”
He watched as you closed your eyes and put your hands together, your face so serious about making this wish.
“What did you wish for?”
“I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true!” You stuck out your tongue at him.
He hugged you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheeks, “I wish for Yami’s demise.”
“Nacht!!” You swatted his hand, “How could you wish that! He’s your friend!”
“I thought you said saying it out loud means that it wouldn’t come true?” He scoffed.
“So.. you wished for something else?” You looked at his side profile, his features so handsome under the pale moonlight.
Their s/o accidentally falls asleep on someone else’s shoulder while they’re around
Magna / Finral / Yami / Langris
Fem!reader
A/N: requested by @winterxisxcomingx MWAH ily bestie 😚 hope u dont mind me adding in langris, my langris brainrot has been wild lately + i wrote it for my own indulgence ahaisbwja
— ✦ Magna
Occasionally, Vanessa would take home bottles of liquor either as prizes she won in a prior drinking battle or from barkeepers that may have sales talked her into purchasing. Nevertheless she would always call for a small gathering with the members of the squad.
You were a little too excited for this month’s mini gathering so much so that you started drinking without the others.
“Someone’s eager,” Vanessa teased as she plopped down beside you. She poured herself a generous amount of liquor then clunk her glass with yours.
“Yeah I wanna be drunk before that dumbass shows up. Wouldn’t want to brood all night,”
Earlier that day, you and your boyfriend Magna had a big petty argument. You sneered at each other all afternoon, refusing to properly talk it out. Because you’ve been pissed the whole day, you were looking forward to let loose tonight.
Vanessa shook her head. “You two fight over the smallest of things,”
“If only he would listen to me instead of running that loud mouth of his!”
“He’s a man, what did you expect?”
You sighed. “You’re right. Cheers,”
After a while, the other members started walking out into the common room. Magna, Luck, and Asta were bickering probably over nonsensical stuff. When Magna saw you, he suddenly felt tense. He looked away and pretended to mind his own business. Luck then ran off, settling in between you and Vanessa. Magna was alarmed at first but he was reminded of the fact that you two weren’t on speaking terms. He sat on the other side of the table directly across you.
True enough, you were quite tipsy by the time they started drinking. You were pleased with the results: not being able to understand anything that came out of Magna’s mouth.
“How come Y/N’s already drunk?” Noelle frowned. Her and Asta’s presence were needed just in case someone either passes out, becomes too violent, or gets alcohol poisoning. Atleast the sober children are there to help.
Luck tilted his head to look at you. He laughed then poked your cheek. “Haha Y/N your face is flushed! You’re as red as Zora’s hair!”
You snorted. Everything seemed to be thrice as funny than they actually are.
Magna frowned, his grip on his cup tightening as he watched Luck continuously tease you. Magna felt his frustration growing, eating him inside out. His place was always beside you; nobody else could take his place, he made sure of that. But here he is feeling more out of place than ever, not really used to the distance between the two of you. He was used to holding you close during gatherings like this.
Magna grumbled and sunk further into his seat. He was conflicted, not sure how to approach this situation. You on the other hand were enjoying yourself but every now and then your eyes would flicker to Magna. You could easily read him. He always had a hard time concealing how he truly felt thus making his emotions apparent especially to you.
As the alcohol took over your whole being, everything else seemed like a blissful dream. You stared at Magna, attempting to make out the expressions on his face in this dimly lit room but failed to do so. Your senses started to become dull: the conversations around you were whirling into one, and you were starting to feel the gaps in your consciousness.
You closed your eyes and tried nap out the exhaustion. As you whole body went limp, your head slowly fell to side where Luck was. He was startled by the sudden weight on his shoulder but laughed it off when he saw you sound asleep.
It took a while before Magna saw what was going on. When he did notice, imaginary steam burst out of his ears. He was beyond pissed.
“Oi oi Magna looks like he’s about to commit a crime.” Zora said, eyeing him carefully.
Magna scoffed. “No I’m not. I’m just naturally intense as a person,”
“Hey Magna!” Luck called. “Your girlfriend’s tired, I don’t think she’s waking up anytime soon. You should carry her to bed,”
He poked your forehead like he was checking if a wild animal was already dead.
“You don’t have to tell me what to do.” Magna tried to sound playful but it came off as threatening.
“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Zora whispered to Finral who just nodded.
Magna walked over to where you were. His gaze softened at the mere sight of you.
“Y/N let’s get you to bed,”
“Okay,” you mumbled. “Sorry I think I drank too much,”
He ruffled your hair then carried you to your room. As he turned the door knob, you decided to speak up to stop him from leaving.
“Wait, Magna.”
He paused and turned back to look at you.
“Spend the night here,” you weakly pat the empty space beside you.
He didn’t know how to react but he was ecstatic to here those words from you.
“Huh? I thought we were fighting?”
Dense as always.
You rolled you eyes. “Yes but I need cuddles right now dumb dumb. We can just talk about this in the morning,”
He grinned. “If you say so,”
He plopped down beside you, excited to finally hold you in a tight embrace after a full day of ignoring each other. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on top of your head.
“You’re a dumbass...” you mumbled
“EH?!”
“But I love you just as you are. Good night...” you trailed off, finally being consumed by sleep.
Magna felt his heart swell with love. He will be forever grateful for having someone as patient and understanding as you in his life.
“I love you too, dumbass.”
— ✦ Finral
“What an unlucky day!” Magna exclaimed for the 5th time in the last 30 minutes.
You were deployed for a mission in the Forbidden Realm along with Finral, Asta, Magna, Charmy, and Vanessa. Unfavorable things seemed to happen after another, and now a storm was ravaging this part of the kingdom. With depleted mana, energy, and morale you and the crew crawled into a large cave to recover all that was lost.
“Maybe if you stopped complaining and start being of use,” Vanessa poked Magna’s cheek.
Magna grumbled and started to work on creating a makeshift bonfire. While the other members kept busy setting up camp, you were cooped in the farthest corner, teeth chattering and body shivering. Finral tried to warm you up by rubbing his palms together then placing his warmed palms on either side of your hands. You smiled weakly at the gesture.
“Thanks. Sorry... I’ve been quite sickly these past few days,”
“No worries,” he placed your hand on his cheek. “I enjoy taking care of you anyway,”
You giggled. “How sweet,”
“Finral-senpai!” Asta voice reverberated all around. “The bonfire’s set up!”
Everyone sat and huddled around the only source of heat while Charmy summoned her sheep to cook a warm meal for everyone.
“Here’s some soup to help you feel better la~” Charmy flew over to your spot and handed you a big bowl of warm soup.
“Thank you,” you smiled gratefully, each slurp giving you added comfort.
“Y/N, come drink wine with me. It’ll help you keep warm~” Vanessa whipped out a huge bottle from her packed belongings.
There was sheer horror painted on Finral’s features.
“She’s sick, she can’t drink alcohol. Nobody drinks alcohol when they’re sick Vanessa!” he glared, his arm tightening around your waist.
“Relax, I was just kidding.” Vanessa stuck her tongue out.
Magna laughed like a maniac. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”
“Wow, Finral-senpai’s really protective of Y/N-senpai!” Asta chimed in, the words muffled by the food stuffed in his mouth.
“Of course I am. I’m the best boyfriend ever!” he proclaimed with utmost pride and confidence.
“You act more like a mother than a lover to me.” Vanessa teased.
“What?! I DO NOT!”
You giggled, amused at your squadmates bantering with one another. Ever since Finral got into a steady relationship, the Bulls have been on his tail, teasing him to no end.
To Finral’s relief, the conversation shifted to something else after a full round of talking about his mother-like behavior. He could now attend to your needs.
The Bulls talked nonstop, the topics shifting at lightning speed. Finral actively participated in the discussion while being simultaneously mindful of your movements.
Multitasking at its finest.
When you started coughing and sneezing, Finral’s head whipped towards you, now giving you his undivided attention.
“I’ll fetch you some water Y/N,” he said, placing his palm on your forehead to check if your body was starting to heat up.
“That would be nice, thank you.”
Finral got up and quietly walked to the other side of the room to rummage through the messy pile of bags for his bottle of water. Your head felt a little too heavy without Finral to lean on, the dizziness gradually becoming more severe each passing second he wasn’t beside you. You decided to close your eyes for a bit to steady yourself. You didn’t really plan on sleeping but here you were tumbling towards Asta who sat beside you. Your head plopped on his shoulder, though he didn’t really notice as he was busy chowing down the plates of food Charmy keep serving him.
“Sorry it took so long here’s-- EHH?!”
The color from Finral’s face was drained when he saw you snuggled comfortably on Asta’s shoulder.
“ASTA THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” he accusingly pointed at Asta.
Asta was startled with Finral’s sudden outburst. The weight of your head only became apparent to him just now.
“Oh I didn’t notice Y/N-senpai fall asleep,” Asta scratched his head. “Sorry,”
Finral pouted, feeling this discomfort in his chest. Was he perhaps... jealous? No, he can’t be. He shook off the negative thoughts and tried to rationalize with himself.
He sat back down and gently tried to lift up your head.
“Y/N~” he cooed.
You sat straight up, fists up in air. “Huh? What? Who are we fighting?”
“No one, I’m just trying to get you to switch positions. My shoulder is comfier,”
“Oh.” your body relaxed. “Okay,”
You rested your head on Finral’s shoulder. Not long after you were sound asleep again. He stroked your hair and lightly kissed the top of your head.
Vanessa who was half dazed looked at you and Finral with soft adoration. Charmy and her herd of sheep followed suit giving you the same look she gives when she sees any “noms.” Magna on the other hand had mixed feelings. A part of him felt disturbed, as if anything along the lines of love and affection was a bothersome pest. The other part of him was glad to see Finral finally breaking out of his “curse.”
“Mhm, you were right.” you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. “Your shoulder is way more comfier,”
Finral chuckled. “Is it the difference in the bulkiness of our muscles?”
You looked at him lovingly, traces of somnolence still evident in your eyes.
“No. It’s because it’s you, silly! I’m always safe and comfortable with you,”
— ✦ Yami
Yami prided himself as a laid-back and pretty chill man. He rarely panicked or felt tense even in the most nerve wracking situations. Even when you two started dating, he was still as chill as ever. However, he prefers to have you by his side ALL the time.
And so you two were like a package, one never without the other, always going on missions together.
On one particular mission, Yami had to work alongside Captain Nozel of the Silver Eagles to subdue a group of bandits who were terrorizing a small town in the common realm. Yami, out of habit, asked you to tag along.
Nozel offered to take you and Yami to the location on his mercury eagle. The Silver Eagle captain was a man of few words. He wore a blank expression on his face, a cold threatening aura wrapped around him. The awkwardness hung around in the air but of course Yami being Yami decided to break the silence.
“Oi Braidface long time no see! Never thought we’d ever work together in one mission,” he grinned.
“If you must know I dreaded this day, foreigner.” Nozel spoke with no hint of any emotion in his voice. He didn’t even turn to look at Yami.
“Come on show a little enthusiasm will ya? You’re embarrassing me in front of my girl right here,”
Nozel turned to take a good look at you, examining you like you were a specimen under a microscope. After a few agonizing moments, he tore his gaze away from you and continued to look straight ahead.
“I don’t know why you chose to be with the foreigner but I suppose it’s not my place to question it,”
Yami laughed out loud and continued to piss Nozel off for the rest of the flight.
You landed on a cliffside overlooking the town you were tasked to protect. Reports have stated that the bandits appear at sundown and so you waited.
“Y/N, babe, be careful out there alright.” he said as he ruffled your hair.
Yami had always been like this which you found really sweet. You always get agitated during missions, and Yami’s words of encouragement helped you stay focused. But it seemed out of place now given that Nozel didn’t seem like the type to tolerate public display of affection.
“I’m always careful, don’t worry.” you mumbled
“Atta girl,” he kissed your forehead.
Nozel pinched the bridge of his nose. He just wanted this day to end. Just as was about to massage his temples, he spotted the bandits and alerted you and Yami. The three of you hurriedly moved towards the entrance of the village to block their path.
When the bandits realized you were magic knights, they quickly took out their grimoires and started attacking. You barely did anything; Nozel and Yami were captains after all. They easily beat every single one.
The day had finally ended much to Nozel’s delight. All he needs to do was survive the flight home.
While on the mercury eagle, you focused on healing up Yami’s wrist. It was badly burnt by that fire mage he faced off with.
“You’re the one who should be careful,” you teased.
He grinned. “I always knew you were stronger than me,”
“Of course. I’m your girl, arent I?” you winked.
After patching him up he grabbed his communication device and contacted Finral, probably to make sure the hideout hasn’t burned down yet. Even as he yelled beside you, you started feeling sleepy. You wanted to stay awake but you were too tired to fight the exhaustion. You passed out the second you shut your eyes. You held your position pretty well. When the mercury eagle abruptly switched directions, you lost control. Your upper body leaned against Nozel’s back.
He tensed up at the sudden contact. He craned his neck to check only to find your sleeping figure snuggled up to him.
When Yami finally saw what was going on, he instantly dropped the call. He wasn’t the type to easily get jealous but seeing you this comfortable with another made him feel a certain level of discomfort.
“You enjoying being that close to my girl?”
“She fell asleep,” Nozel stated matter-of-factly
Yami scoffed. “I have eyes you know,”
Nozel sighed, not quite happy with Yami’s hostility but at the same time he didn’t want this to turn into a big argument.
“What are you waiting for, foreigner? Come get her,”
Yami gently lifted you from Nozel’s back and into his arms. You were half awake for a split second. Once you adjusted into Yami’s arms, you drifted off to sleep again.
It was silent for the rest of the trip home.
When you arrived back at the base, Yami carried you to your shared room and laid you down on the soft bed. He followed suit, gently wrapping his arms around you.
“Where are we?” you mumbled.
You were half awake, not fully understanding what was going on. All you could see are hazy images of your surroundings.
“Back home, babe.”
“Oh. Okay.”
You paused.
“Cuddle...”
Yami chuckled, pulling you even closer to his chest. “Needy as always,”
Your brain was about to shut down but Yami continued talking.
“You fell asleep on Nozel’s back...”
“I did?”
“Yeah. I was kinda pissed you know? I would have thrown him off but I realized he owned the mercury eagle...”
You can hear him rambling but the words don’t make much sense to you.
“That sucks...”
“I said so much and that’s all you’re gonna say?! I’m hurt babe,”
Yami waited for you to say something but all he heard was light snoring from your end.
He chuckled then placed kiss on your temple. “Good night baby. I love you, you did well today.”
— ✦ Langris
You were well aware of your boyfriend’s possessive nature. He always had his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. Seeing a man get too close to you is enough to set him off like a detonating bomb. Despite all the threats he’d spew out, he never really physically hurt anyone. His anger was usually short-lived and he’d eventually calm down. You reassuring him would do the trick.
One day, William tasked him to lead a small team consisting of you, Letoile, David, Mimosa, Klaus, and Yuno to patrol by the outskirts of the Forbidden Realm.
Not a lot was going on at the moment, just Clover Kingdom citizens passing by on their way home to their respective villages. By sundown, Langris started to sense an ominous presence that only seemed to strengthen as the seconds tick by. He alerted the members of a possible enemy nearby. He quickly rushed to your side like his body was programmed to.
“Y/N, stay close to me.” he looked at you, the fear evident in his eyes.
As if on cue, the enemies emerged from the shadows, lunging forward without hesitation. After a tough battle, you successfully fended the attackers off, rounding them up to be escorted to prison by other magic knights on duty in the area.
Langris checked if there were any casualties in his squad. He noticed you squeezing your arm hard which meant you were either hiding something, trying to stop a gash from bleeding, or both.
“Y/N You’re hurt,” he deadpanned.
You avoided looking him in the eyes.
“I’m alright. It’s just a scratch,” you shrugged.
Letoile frowned and tried to loosen your grip on your arm. You sighed in defeat, allowing her to examine your injury. She immediately gasped upon seeing the crimson liquid oozing out of your wound.
“That’s no scratch...”
The other members felt uneasy. They knew how protective Langris was of you.
Langris only clenched his teeth and said nothing.
“Vice Captain, I think it would be best if we head to the nearest inn and stay for the night. We should patch Y/N up first so her wound doesn’t get infected,” Mimosa suggested.
Langris nodded. “Alright. Mimosa, lead the way.”
“Yes sir!”
At the inn, you and the members gathered in one room, Mimosa tending to you, and the rest of the members finalizing their mission reports.
After Mimosa healed you with her magic, she asked David to takeover and bandage your arm so she could write her report as well.
Langris walked over to where you were and crouched next to you.
“How are you feeling?”
You smiled weakly. “A bit better,”
“You still look a little pale though,” Langris frowned. “I’ll get you something to eat... David, watch over her.”
“Sure, Vice Captain.”
“He’s scary,” David whispered to you when Langris was at a safe distance.
You chuckled. “He’s alright. Believe it or not, that’s him trying to tone down his emotions.”
David scratched his head. “He has a lot of anger for someone who’s short... Don’t tell him I said that,”
You burst out laughing. When you finally managed to compose yourself, you suddenly felt lightheaded and dizzy. You rested your head on the couch’s headboard, attempting to ground yourself while waiting for Langris to return. You didn’t mean to fall asleep but you passed out immediately after closing your eyes. You didn’t even try holding your position, your head instantly fell and landed on David’s shoulder.
Langris returned and boy, he was not happy. In fact, he was seething. He was always either on 0 or on 100; no in-between’s.
“David! What do you think you’re doing?!”
David jerked in his seat, startled at someone suddenly yelling. He gave Langris a look of confusion, not really knowing what to say.
“Looking after Y/N like you asked,”
Langris’s anger tripled at this.
“There’s something quite wrong with my girlfriend’s head on your shoulder, don’t you think?” Langris clenched his fist so tight his knuckles were turning white.
The other members sensed a fight was about to break out so they scrambled to their feet to hold Langris back. It was a known fact that he let his anger dictate his own behavior like he was its puppet.
Langris’s voice echoed all around the room, the loudness pulling you back to consciousness. Once you finally understood the growing tension that was taking place, you quickly stood in front of Langris and tried to reason out with him.
“Hey I fell asleep and accidentally leaned on him for support. David was just kind enough to let me,”
But Langris was not having it. He still glared at David ready to pounce on him.
You sighed. “I’m tired and in need of rest. Let’s go to our room and get some sleep, please?”
Langris started to relax, his gaze no longer sharp and murderous. The tension in the room had finally dissipated.
Y/N the Miracle Worker has done it again.
You shot David an apologetic look before pulling Langris out the door and into your shared room.
You crawled on the bed and sunk into the fluffy bedsheets. Langris stood by the foot of the bed. He was staring into space, most likely still bothered by the whole thing.
“Langris,” you spoke his name softly.
He snapped out of his thoughts, a faint pink tint appearing across his cheeks. He strode towards the other side of the bed and sat down, his upper body resting against the headboard.
“Sorry I—“ he tiptoed around the issue, unsure of how to address it.
He paused for a moment then began again. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did...” he mumbled, barely audible.
You chuckled. “Come on Langris. Even the gods couldn’t hear what you’re trying to say,”
He scowled. “Okay, alright. I’m sorry for overreacting. There.”
You moved closer and wrapped him in a warm embrace.
“As much as I love you, I don’t want to see you actually kill someone from the squad hm,”
“Tch, then they should stop getting on my nerves.”
You tapped his nose. “You really are something else,”
He blushed. “S-sorry I just... hate seeing men get too friendly with you.”
You tilted your head up, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“I’m yours Langris, you know that.”
“I know,” he sighed. “Sorry I-I love you,”
Langris had only known anger his entire life. You were glad to see him try to experience other emotions. He was also getting the hang of voicing these emotions out.
You lightly flicked his forehead, earning a glare from him. “I love you too. Now where’s that food you promised to get me?”
“Impatient as always,” he chuckled. “A staff member offered to take it up to our room. It would probably arrive any minute now,”
You hummed in response. “Okay. While waiting come cuddle with me!”
He shook his head, amused at how affectionate you are. He pulled you closer and placed a lengthy kiss on top of your head.
Pairing: Finral Roulacase x reader, Langris Vaude x reader
Summary: How the spatial magic brothers takes you out on a date
Warning: None just fluff
A/n: I know a lot of people don’t like Langris but he just grows on you towards the end of the seasons and in the manga
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Finral:
Finral like the romantic he is always brings different flowers whenever you meet for a dates. As he takes your hand in his he never fail to compliment you. "Everyday I find the most beautiful flowers but they always to seem to wilt under the radiance of your beauty." Placing a gentle kiss to the top of your knuckle with the soft pink brushing against his cheeks. Making him handsome under the sun that shined against his honey coated eyes. "Shall we look around the market I found this cute little pastry shop that you will love."
The rest of the date goes amazingly as he fed you cake adoring how much you seemed to enjoy it as well as his many adventures he had with the black bulls. Always brushing his fingers against your cheek whenever you had the cutest expression on your face never failing to lean against his touch feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.
Hand in hand you two would always end your dates at the fountain in the center of the city. Most of the time you would visit during the day but being so caught in funny banter and exciting story travel wasted the day away turning it to dark. With shine of the moonlight lit up the fountain admiring the glistening water. Not noticing as Finral pulling out two coin he placed one in your hand to make a wish.
As you both closed you eyes to make a wish he would take little peeks at your concentrated face as you were making your wish smiling to himself wondering how lucky he was to be your fiancé. Looking upon the fountain once again he wished with all his heart ‘I hope I can be a better man worthy of her love’ both tossing your coins watching as they floated to the bottom of the pool laid right next to each other
Taking your hands once more he suggested a short dinner before dropping you back home. Linking your fingers into his agreeing to the idea as you looked back once again at the fountain whispering in your heart ‘I hope to keep loving this man till the end of time’
Langris:
Langris has a more rough approach whenever you meet up for dates he tends to grip your hand too hard to which you would react by flinch away. He would instantly feel bad for being too rough apologizing over and over again.
He would end up taking your hand he bruised placing little kisses on the areas that hurt, turning away trying to hide his blushing face as he gave you a explanation that his mother told him once that a kiss would make the pain go away. Taking his hand in yours gently gripping his as you flashed him a smile and thanking him which he found irresistibly cute. "N-no need to thank me now come on didn't you want to check out few stores."
Leading him to the first store they came across which turned out to be a dress shop you picked out a few articles of clothing. Rushing past him into the dressing room as he waited outside. Coming out a few times he didn't seem to find any interest in any of the outfits you picked until you came out with the last outfit. The (f/c) dress hugging your figure so well it felt like time stopped for him right there and then standing right in front of him was an angel that came down from heaven.
"Y-y-you look so beautiful" He felt like a love sick puppy all over again just like the first time his parents introduced you as his fiancée. Cupping both of your hands between his as he pulled you closer to drink up your figure he knew instantly what the outfit was missing. He quickly asked the store clerk to ring up the dress in his name and send the rest of your clothes to his residents.
Not understanding what was happening you tried to ask but he simply refused as he led you both outside. Basking in the warm sunlight he turned you towards him as he was a painter ready to paint his next inspiration.
"Twirl for me" the confusion set on your face "Excuse me?" asking him. "Please Y/n just once please twirl for me" complying to his demand you twirled a few times in the sunlight as each stream of sunlight wrapped around your body captivating your appearance along with dress like a ballerina dancing in the spotlight. Spinning one more time you faced him with a little curtesy as you were about to stand up you felt something placed on your head. You looked to see a snow white sunhat it matched your dress perfectly. Smiling up at him doing one last twirl with the final masterpiece to your outfit. “Thank you so much my love its perfect” placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Grabbing his hand in yours to walk further into the plaza not paying attention to his burning gaze.
He never felt as blessed in this very moment just to be a man holding hands with the most gorgeous women in front of him. The one thought that kept repeating in his head was ‘I'm gonna marry this her’ accompanied with cute dopey look on his face.
The rest of the day ended up with him trying to show off his beautiful fiancée to anybody who would listen with you always having to pull him away from embarrassment from the overbearing praise.
langris was new to expressing his feelings so all he could do was write it down and allow you to read it.
langris x gn! reader
kaida's note: hi guys this is for my new series i'm starting called "a letter to you" where i write letters to you from various characters from black and haikyuu, i hope you all enjoy! 💭
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"january 20, 2022 was the day, a date that will forever be engraved in my heart it was the day the universe brought you to me.
it may be cliché but when i first met you i already knew you were the one for me, the way you made me feel was something i'd never felt before. i saw a future with you and how much i desperately wanted it to come true.
i never understood the meaning of love but you make it so easy. you love me for who i am something i thought could never happen, not for someone like me but you saw through it all and picked up my broken pieces and i promise to return the favor if it were to ever present itself.
love, you're incredible. never doubt the love i have for you, i'm sorry if at times i'm a little distant but i'm trying to better myself and it's all thanks to you. thank you for being you and for existing because of that you've given me a happiness i never thought i could achieve. everything good i have in my life i owe to you.
i love you."
stay forever,
langris
langris sealed the envolope and with a racing heart and shaking hands he was ready to deliver his feelings to you.
You were the only woman that ever truly caught the heart of the vice-captain of the Golden Dawn. You were strong, snarky, yet quirky and fun, it was hard to be serious when you were around at first it irritated Langris because he hated your carefree attitude, but the more he went on missions with you the more he started to fall for you. He was never good with making friends, let alone getting girls to fall for him and as much as it pained him Finral was slightly better at it than he was. So that’s why he decided to suck up his pride and get the help from his older brother, he just made mental note to threaten Finral if Finral decided to try and use that against him. He went to the capital before purposely running into Finral, his older brother tensed up slightly, Luck, Magna and Asta got in between the two.
“Langris....” Finral said, the three could sense something was wrong with Langris as Langris just stood there looking off to the side.
“I....need your help Finral.... Say one word I will kill you...” He finally said, a blush dusting Langris’s cheeks. Finral was shocked by his brother’s statement, but was even more concerned when he noticed the blush. Luck, Magna and Asta moved to stand beside Finral when they noticed Langris wasn’t exactly planning on being violent.
“What...do you need my help with?” Finral asked, Langris began mumbling worse then Gordon and the four sweat dropped in confusion.
“What?”
“A...girl...”
“.....” Finral was silent, before a smiled graced his lips and he wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulders, Langris growled but didn’t say anything.
“A girl? Ah I can help you with that... who is it?” Finral said, Langris perked up a bit at the fact his brother said he could help and he blushed slightly before saying her name.
“Her name is (Y/N)...(Y/N) (L/N)...” Langris said shifting under everyone’s gaze, they had to admit this was sorta amusing seeing someone like Langris becoming so shy when it came to talking about the girl he liked. Finral was trying to keep a straight face but he couldn’t help but feel happy his brother wanted his help.
“You mean that really quirky girl that has a insult for every occasion?” Magna asked and Langris nodded his head.
“Wow... She is cute though, I can see why you fell for her. Hmm... I don’t know her well enough, but from the few times I talked to her... she seems like a easy girl to win over...No wrong thing to say... Not easy to win over, but it wouldn’t be necessary to go big and flashy like most nobles and royals do for the ones they like or love...”
“She is a girl she would like that, all girls like that...” Langris dead panned, Finral shook his head before Asta spoke up.
“All girls aren’t the same (Y/N) seemed like the type of girl that likes simple gestures, flowers, lunch. You know that sort of thing.” Finral said waving the three males off, Finral was going to use this chance to spend time with his younger brother. The three nodded understanding and leaving Langris and Finral. Langris looked at Finral before looking away this was difficult for him, but he wanted the help.
“Flowers and lunch? That’s it?”
“Yeah. See how she reacts with (f/f) and her favorite food.”
“Favorite food, if I remember correctly its (f/f) is that really all it takes?” Langris asked and Finral shook his head.
“No we are just testing the waters here. If she absolutely adores the flowers and food. Like do it anonymously and if she talks about it non stop you know exactly what to do, do it several of times without her knowing maybe write her a cute note telling her to meet her and then bring flowers and something else to meet up spot and expose yourself.” Finral said as he began walking, Langris listened to every word. Now that he thought about it, it did make sense and he was getting nervous.
“Okay...” Langris said, and he looked around before paying for your favorite flowers. Finral pat his brothers back before leaving but Langris looked at his brother horrified. No one has ever seen that look on Langris’s face before, he quickly grabbed his brothers arm.
“Where the hell do you think you are going!?”
“I told you want to do and advice.”
“NO! I mean I can’t do this by myself, you said write something cute, and do all of this and that! I can’t do this...” Finral looked at his brother in shocked, Langris actually looked scared and nervous.
“O-Okay I will stay and help more.”
“Thank you...” He said relaxing completely before realizing he was still holding onto his brother’s arm. He looked around and realized people were watching them, and he quickly let go and distanced himself. He didn’t mean to make a scene, now he caused attention to him and Finral.
“Uh, lets get going.” Finral said letting Langris lead the way to get your favorite food. Once they grabbed that, it was time to write a note. He insisted that Finral write it but Finral refused since it was Langris’s feelings not his.
“I can’t do this. Forget it, I don’t want to confess anymore.”
“No can do, not only did you cause a scene, now everyone is going to be wondering who the lucky girl is no doubt word will get back too (Y/N)...”
“.... Fine.” Langris grumbled as he tossed the paper behind him and scribbling something else before giving it to his brother.
“This isn’t bad, actually Langris..” Finral said reading it over, Langris slumped back before giving Finral the flowers and food.
“You give it to her... I mean can you give it to her? I don’t think I can...” Langris admitted looking at his desk, Finral nodded his head.
“Yepp, I can.” He said with a smile before heading out of his younger brother’s room. He went to your room before knocking on your door, you opened your door before blinking at Finral.
“What are you doing here?” You asked confused tilting your head and Finral laughed slightly.
“I made a promise to your secret admirer, that I would deliver these.”
“I have a secret admirer?” You asked and Firnal nodded giving you the flowers, and food. You smelled the flowers with a wide smile before your mouth began to water at the smell of the food.
“Omg, he must really know me. Like Everyone knows my favorite food, but no one knows my favorite flowers...” You said setting the flowers in a vase in your room and set the food on the table.
“There is a letter too...” He said, and you opened the envelope and began reading the letter.
“I get jealous, I get mad, I get curious. It only because I care. That’s really sweet, but who would get jealous and mad?” You read aloud and tilted your head before looking at Finral.
“Who gave you these.”
“I can’t tell you that sorry. See you later (Y/N).” Finral waved before quickly walking to through the portal and closing before you could follow him. He went into your room, and Langris looked at Finral with hopeful eyes.
“She loved the flowers and food of course, and the letter left her guessing who it could be.” He said giving Langris a thumbs up. He smiled relaxing slightly began to write a lot of love letters for you, as Finral went to get your (f/f) this time getting a stuffed animal. He decided to change it up so you didn’t grow tired of your favorite food when you received these gifts.
The second time you received the gifts you put the stuffed animal that Langris bought on your bed and added the flowers to a different vase, Finral stayed as you read the letter just to see your reaction.
“I just wanted to say I love you. I am not good with confessing my feelings but I love you.” You giggled at the letter finding it adorable.
“Come on Finral tell me.”
“I can’t...” He said leaving quickly and doing his normal routine. It went like every day the next three months. When your captain came into your room to talk to you he saw all the vases of flowers, piles of love letters and all the gifts you had received that weren’t expensive just simple gestures that showed someone cared.
“Got yourself a boyfriend?”
“Nope, secret admirer but Finral won’t tell me who..” You said glancing at Finral who was looking at your captain.
“I was wondering why you always came into your room in a rush.” William said shaking his head and you blushed slightly, and Finral was proud that his brother was making you this way.
“Yeah well I am hoping one of these letters will either give me a hint or he finally tell me who he is before I lose my mind now out captain. out out out.” You said pushing him out your room, most people would have never have even thought about pushing their captain but you and William were close enough so he never got mad.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He said going to his office. You opened the next letter looking at Finral, and Finral began to leave.
“You aren’t going to stay?”
“Nope no need to anymore.” He said before disappearing. You read the letter your blush covering your cheek as you read the letter.
“After three months, I still can’t get over how beautiful you are. I can’t ever focus on my work and captain is catching on to my issue so I am going to finally expose myself to you. Meet me at the waterfall thats behind the base in the woods.” You blinked before smiling and quickly ran out of the base, you were excited to see who your secret admirer was. You weren’t going to lie, you had developed feelings for the unknown person. You slowed down the closer you got and you began to get nervous and you froze midstep as you only had a few more steps before arriving at the waterfall. You were shaking with nervousness, but you figured you couldn’t be more nervous then the said person who sent you countless of flowers, letters and gifts.
You walked a few steps before the waterfall came into view. You saw a male up a head and from the back it looked a lot like...
“Langris???” Langris froze hearing his name but he turned around with your favorite flowers and a necklace that had his initials in his hand.
“Hey....”
“Are you....” Langris looked anywhere but you, he nodded his head with a blush. Your blush darkened and you walked closer to him, he handed you the flowers before taking a deep breath. He recited the words, that Finral made him practice so he wouldn’t mess up this chance.
“I love you, will you be my girlfriend???” He said slowly yet clearly, he was so nervous it was written all over his face, and in his eyes. You never seen him like this, it was so out of character but it was definitly a nice change to see. You were silent for some time and he began to take your silence as rejection, that was of course before you tackled him into a hug.
“Of course, I would love to. I love you too Langris...”
“Wait really?”
“Yes...” Langris felt a weight lift off his shoulders and he connected your necklace around your neck. He shyly pecked your lips before looking away from you and you couldn’t help but laugh and hug him tightly.
“You didn’t have to go through all of that... to make me fall for you though.”
“Well I rather be safe than sorry, plus I didn’t know how else to go about it. Even with my brother’s help.”
“You had bonding time with your brother...to win me over...”
“.....shut up.....”
“Oh my god, thats so cute. You are so cute Langris.”
“I will kill you.” He said, looking away and you couldn’t help but giggle at his Tsundere attitude. You pecked his cheek, and he softened up a bit before returning the peck.
Away behind a tree Finral was doing a miniature dance, not only did he and his brother develop a small bond, but he got the girl he loved. William chuckled at Finral’s little dance, before admitting the two were perfect for each other.
“They are too cute.” Finral said.
“Only if I could get myself a girlfriend.” He finished and William pat Finral’s back.
“In due time, in due time. Take us back.” Finral nodded opening the portal and he dropped William off at his office before going back to the base, and announcing that Langris was dating you.
[holy shit this was too cute for my heart I was writing this at work and people on the phones could hear the smile in voice because I couldn’t contain my excitement to publish this.]
