nozel silva x fem!reader, little angst, a little bonding, a little romance.
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You watched as the snow came hammering down, like it was angry at the ground and wanted to punish it. Lucky for Klaudius he’d left just before the storm started. Unlucky for you, you hadn’t. You were obligated to stay to continue planning for the engagement party in a few weeks to announce your involvement with Nozel.
“May I take your plate, ma’am?” A servant of Nozel asks and you nod.
“Thank you, I am done.” You smile at her and she takes the plate away from you and then Nozel.
He mumbles a small thank you, barely audible. You’ve known your whole life how royalty has treated commoners, and you hadn’t liked it one bit. Your father was the same way, but you and your brother hated it. Made a promise to one another to not treat anyone the way he had. So, was this all a show for you? Thank you and politeness to servants?
“May I be excused?” You ask him and you can’t see past his braid to know if he furrowed his eyebrows, but you assume he does.
“Of course, you do not have to ask me for permission.” You nod and get up from the table, smoothing your skirts down as you walk past him.
You stop at the end of the table. He looks up at you, cocking his head to the right as if he’s waiting for you to speak. You just smile and walk past into the library down the hall. Taking a seat on a chaise lounge, you gather the book you left there before dinner.
Nozel enters the room soon after. You do not look up from your book, but you can sense him enough to know he sits across from you on the sofa.
“I would like to go home now,” you tell him after a few moments of silence.
“It’s storming. Even I would not go out in this weather if it was unnecessary.” He tells you. He closes his book and looks up to you. “You can stay here for the night. We have more than enough space to keep you comfortable.”
“I’d rather not,” you place the book you’d been reading on the small end table beside the lounge. “Please call for my cloak and a carriage.”
“-----,” your name still sounds foreign on his lips. “Please sit back down.” His voice is calm as usual, but with a hint of annoyance.
You grin. “Thank you for the offer, but I will be going now.”
You walk towards the door, but you’re stopped. Nozel’s hand on your wrists keeps you from taking another step forward. You pull away but he doesn’t budge. His hand is warm around you.
“I told you, you’re staying here tonight.” His annoyance is much clearer this time. “Stop acting like a child.”
“A child?” You laugh. “You clearly are used to getting everything your way, aren’t you? I’d say that’s much more child-like than I.”
He lets go of your wrist, the warmth fading. “Rita,” he calls for a servant. “Please bring —--- her cloak.”
You stand there in front of him, waiting for your cloak. His eyes look tired, but the rest of him remains as put together as possible. Your cloak arrives and Rita helps you put it on. The warmth of it matches that of the feeling of Nozel’s hand on your wrist.
“Thank you for your kindness,” you smile at him and he rolls his eyes.
He walks you to the door, opens it himself and the cold air and snow blows into the foyer. It sends a shiver down your spine and you swallow slowly. As you go to step outside, a wall of silver mercury stops you.
“Are you truly stupid enough to go out there?” He asks as you turn around to frown at him. “Didn’t your mother teach you anything? You’ll catch your death out there”
“I didn’t have a mother to teach me, thanks for the reminder.” He stiffens and drops the wall of mercury. The wind rushes in again and coats you with a thin layer of snow.
“I apologize, I forget myself. If you’d like to go, go. Do not blame me however, if you fall ill or freeze to death out there.” Nozel walks away down the hall to the right towards the library you’d just left..
You shut the door and hand Rita your cloak. “I’m sorry, I will be staying here tonight.”
Timidly, you follow the path Nozel took, finding him standing against the wall, looking out the window facing the west side of the estate. He doesn’t hear you enter, or if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge it.
So, you speak. “I’d like a hot bath drawn. And something to sleep in.”
“Fine, just tell Rita.” He doesn’t turn away from the window, so you take the few steps to close the distance between you.
“You don’t have to do this.” You tell him.
“Do what?” He turns, looking at you with something more than just anger in his eyes. Perhaps it’s remorse.
“Shut down, shut me out.” You take his hand, hoping he won’t pull away.
He does not. His fingers are colder than you’d expect, but he was just standing in the foyer with you with the cold wind blowing in. So perhaps he doesn’t keep warm very well. Or perhaps it’s how he’s feeling that’s draining the warmth out of him.
“I am sorry for what I said.” He doesn’t meet your eyes but you don’t think you want him to just yet.
“I pushed you to anger,” you tell him. “I wanted to poke the bear, so to speak.” You admit. “I am just as difficult if not more.”
His eyes meet yours now, and you’re able to see his eyes more clearly than ever before. The purple is so beautiful but so cold sometimes, you forget that the shade can hold an abundance of warmth.
“I am sorry, too.” You tell him and his lip twitches into a small smile.
“Let me go get that bath for you,” He steps forward.
You expect him to let go of your hand, but he does not. His other hand raises to your head, slowly caressing your hair and his face moves towards yours. You freeze as he kisses your temple, so softly you almost do not feel it. Your mouth opens in a small gasp, and then it’s over.He moves away, out of the room and down the hall to find Rita you suppose.
You bring your hand to your temple, feeling the warm spot he just kissed.
What’s it like dating the serious and disciplined nozel silva
writing: canon info, fluff to fluff, relationship headcanons and husband nozel being a cutie pie cause he is. Do not see many fics about him so I’ll do it ✋
Fragile - Laufey
MEETING:
Getting to know him was awkward but yet interacting with him left you a feeling of curiosity and intrigued of his mysterious nature. How he kept to himself and remained poised to reflect his high status. You assumed he was the serious type and he is wholeheartedly
Overtime you noticed his mannerisms, despite his love for wine he couldn’t handle it very long as you noticed his usually straight back being slightly more hunched as the night grew.
“I assume you can’t handle your wine very well Mr. Silva.” You sat at one of the chairs provided by the bar.
Nozel didn’t notice you at first as he stubbornly took one more sip of his glass. He looked at you with a raised brow and crossed his arms.
“Women shouldn’t comment on a man’s capacity to handle alcohol.”
“So it’s the truth?”
Nozel nudged his lip forward.
“Silence yourself.”
Despite that, you giggled at his expense as his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He asked what was so funny and you replied was his face. Nozel quickly palmed at his face as he looked at you once more.
“I think I have seen you from the past.”
“Oh? Do enlighten me.” You replied.
He proceeded to tell you of his sightings of the times he had caught you walk by and or during your missions where you were with your squad.
That night he asked you of the things you experienced as a magic knight. You replied hastily as his questions came right after the other. All the time his face was adorably serious, he couldn’t even finish his wine.
In return, you asked him what he liked. He gestured to his wine.
“Wine.” He simply said.
“But you couldn’t finish it though.” You remarked.
“Then don’t ask what I like” He crossed his arms.
You laughed at his face as he decided to down half of the left over wine from his glass.
“And now you did finish it”
Nozel gulped down and nudged you to the side in slight annoyance.
“It will do you well if you silenced yourself”
You laughed once again as he now faced away from you with a gruffy sound coming from his throat.
As the night came to a close, you and him left the bar as you clutched your bag from outside the establishment. Nozel turned to you.
“I look forward… to more conversations with you.”
Despite yourself, you managed to peak the interest of Nozel. Although there wasn’t a personal meeting for much later, the both of you indulged in correspondence via letters
There he expressed his interest clearly, answering whatever you have asked in the letters you have sent. He very passionately agreed to your whims and there you learned that he can be sweet
If the flowers at your doorstep wasn’t enough then surely the desserts, dresses and jewelry can surely change your mind.
He brought you to many dates most of which was flying over the city of clover as per your request. But on times where you preferred to not tire out nozel by flying out into the sky for hours on end the both of you settled for a nice dinner, roasted duck.
Soon you began to realize that Nozel did have a cute side. He was slightly clumsy and even socially awkward at times, how he’s not completely aware that animals tend to dislike him and the way his braid makes him even more angry looking
You even teased him. “Angry bird” you call him
You ask nozel to teach you spells on times where he had free time which he very begrudgingly agreed to do.
You often pull at his braid and he slaps your hand in annoyance. But sometimes, sometimes he may let you braid it yourself.
One thing you noticed much later was the fact that he had a fan base! Everytime he appeared near the plaza or on times where he had to fight you would often hear cheers from the crowd. Mostly women.
