hello, I'm sorry if i can't describe this well enough...
may I request a fanfic where rill accidentally makes his s/O cry by saying something mean to them (he had a bad day and acudentally snapped) and when he realises that he hurt you he starts to cry too?
like a hurt-comfort fic if that makes sense where rill and his s/o comfort eachother
thank you :3
Hiya! No worries, I think you described it perfectly well so please don’t apologize 🥰! Of course you can, sometimes we all snap at our loved ones when were having a bad and stressful time and I’m sure our Magic Knight Captain’s can be the same way at times! I hope you enjoy 💕~!
Word Count: 557
Warnings: None
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Rill slowly made his way to his room, today was not a very good day. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and now all he wanted to do was go to his room and paint. Painting was one of his favorite ways to relax, so he silently hoped it would help get him out of his bad mood.
Behind him was his significant other, they had been talking about their day and had been trying to cheer him up. But all they were doing was making him grumpy. He wasn’t usually this sensitive, but today was an exception.
“ Can you just stop talking?!” Rill snapped suddenly as he turned around to face them, he watched them jump back in surprise. “ I get it you had a great day, I’m happy for you! But do you ever think that not everyone wants to hear about it, especially when they’ve had a bad day?!” He snapped again in irritation. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and his eyes widened, he hadn’t meant to say it out loud!
He watched as tears welled up in his partner’s eyes and slowly fell down their cheeks, Rill’s heart broke at the sight and he reached a hand out towards them.
“ I was just…trying to help you feel better,” They sniffled as they rubbed their eyes. “ Why do you have to be so mean when I was just trying to help!” They cried before they turned around to walk away.
Rill quickly took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around your shoulders to give them a back hug. They tried to wiggle out of his grasp but that only made him tighten his grip.
“ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” Rill said softly as tears fell from his eyes and landed on their shoulder. “ It’s not your fault I’m having a bad day, but I took my feelings out on you as though it were. I’m sorry.”
His partner sniffled and wiped the tears from their eyes before they turned around in his arms and looked at him.
“ I’m sorry too…I should have taken your feelings into consideration. I knew you were having a bad day and I came across as bragging about my good day.” They said softly but Rill shook his head.
“ You didn’t do anything wrong! You were just trying to help because you know I love hearing about your day. So don’t blame yourself for something I did.” Rill said as he sniffled and wiped the tears from his own eyes.
“ Do…you wanna talk about it?” They asked quietly as they sniffled one last time. “ About your day I mean.” Rill nodded.
“ I do, if you’re okay with hearing about it.” Rill muttered sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head, his partner smiled and nodded firmly.
“ I don’t mind one bit! If listening to you rant about your day helps you in some way then I’m more than happy to do it!” They stated firmly and Rill smiled back at them before the two began to walk back down the hall towards his room.
For the rest of the day the two talked about Rill’s day, and his partner’s, as Rill painted multiple lovely pictures for them to hang in their room and throughout the Aqua Deer Base.
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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
♡ I only exist in the warmth of your loving gaze ♡
pairing - Rill Boismortier x reader
fic type - fluff (?)
warnings - eye contact (small amount), rill being lovesick
mentions - @ravioli-fries haiii :3
Rill Boismortier, the captain of the Aqua Deer, has been mesmerized by you for a long time. He can’t stop thinking about you, to the point of him spacing out often. Everyone around him knows that Rill is in love with someone, but they don’t know who. When he’s around you, he can hardly look you in the eye sometimes, though he knows your face well. Rill paints pictures of you, looking at your features with a wistful smile.
Rill never shows the paintings to anyone, though. The reason for this is because he feels worried that people will catch on to who he is in love with. Rill also writes love letters about you. He keeps the letters in a drawer at his desk because he feels too nervous to send them to you. He writes everything he adores about you in these letters.
One day, he decides he’s finally going to tell you about his feelings. He doesn’t know where you are, but he will go out and look for you if he has to. He walks past a tea shop and peers into the window. Then, he sees a familiar face. You’re walking by and you look into the window next to him. Rill looks over at you, his mind racing. You notice him standing next to you.
“Oh, sorry, captain… I didn’t see you there,” you chuckle nervously, surprised to see the captain of the aqua deer casually strolling through the town.
“U-Um… it’s alright… so, do you want to get tea together? We’re both here,” Rill mumbles, just as nervous as you. He avoids making eye contact with you, wondering if you’ve already caught on to him.
“Sure! Let’s go, then,” you smile, opening the door for him. You both get some tea and sit down at a table together.
“Thank you for taking the time to do this with me, sir… I guess we both needed some company today, huh?” you chuckle, giving him the smile he always adores. You notice him looking down into his cup instead of at you, seeming off.
“Is something wrong, Captain…? You seem really nervous today,” you question him. Rill looks up at you, slightly tense. He places down his cup on the table.
“Y/N… can I ask you a question?” He asks, fidgeting with his hands. You notice the look in his rose-gold eyes.
“Yes, sir, what is it?” You ask intently, wondering what the question is going to be.
“Will you be my partner, Y/N?” Rill asks, shutting his eyes. He hears a soft gasp from you, and his face flushes with embarrassment, wondering why he asked this to you, wondering if you loved him back.
“Rill… but you’re a Captain… and I’m just me…” you start, but he finally looks into your eyes, holding both your hands.
“You’re special to me… my status doesn’t change my love for you…” he insists, his eyes sparkling. You blush at the sight of his adorable expression. You pull him in and give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Of course, Rill… thank you so much…” you whisper to him. Rill looks at you, blushing as he drinks the rest of his tea. When you finish yours, you go back out of the tea shop with him, holding his soft hand. You give him one last hug before you go.
“I love you,” you whisper to him before walking back. Rill makes his way back to his squad headquarters cheerfully, feeling overjoyed about you loving him back. After he makes it to his room, he buries his face in his pillow and cries with happiness.
When he finally calms down, he decides to write another letter. A letter thanking you for accepting him and loving him like he loves you. He gets a small painting he made of you and puts it into a package with the letter. He’ll give this to you on your next date.
Summary: Part 2 of a collection of Black Clover x Reader stories.
Note: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Meant to do Fuegoleon or Julius, but ended up doing Rill. How? Don’t ask. I hope you enjoy the second chapter of this series, and please feel free to let me know who else you’d like to see featured.
Their arrangement had started easily enough, though when she looked back on the day they met, she still felt dazed at how it all came to be. She still couldn’t believe something so wildly unfathomable had happened to her of all people. Work had been scarce and she had traveled to the Noble Realm to seek better opportunities. Her search had already left her exhausted by the time she had come to rest outside the market. She’d been rejected by just about everywhere with the exception of one job that she was desperately trying to avoid. The pay was little and the work back breaking, but it was looking like her only option.
She leaned against the brick of a building bordering the stalls and watched as people passed by. Huffing, she reached down to adjust her boot when she heard the commotion.
“Oh,” a young girl exclaimed excitedly. “Look! It’s a Magic Knight squad!”
She peered bast where the girl had pointed to her companion and caught sight of several people wearing light blue cloaks. Racking her brain, she finally realized they must be from the Aqua Deer. She’d never seen a Magic Knight before and she caught herself staring intently. Afraid of looking foolish, she averted her eyes back to her boot, but she felt compelled to look back up for one last glance. That was when her eyes locked onto pink orbs.
The young man was upon her before she blinked. He was short, with aqua hair, and was smiling so wide she wondered if his cheeks hurt.
“Hello!” He exclaimed. “Hi, I’m Rill Boismortier. I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could paint you?”
“Paint me?” She asked, bewildered by the strange boy.
“Mhm! You looked so inspiring right now.”
“But I wasn’t doing anything?”
He nodded in agreement. “But you looked so natural. You’re just really pretty and I just feel so inspired and-,” he continued on and she lost track of his rambling.
“I’m sorry,” she said over his muttering. “Maybe some other time, sir. I still have some things I need to do today.”
“Oh,” he said a bit disappointed. “I could help you and then you’ll have some time, right?”
“Actually, I need to find a job,” she explained. “I don’t think it’ll be so easy either.”
“I’ll pay you.”
“What?!”
“Yes!” He nodded in excitement. “I want to hire you to be my model.”
She agreed faster than she intended, but it had been great so far. It later became clear that Rill was the captain of his squad, something she had not seen coming at all, but it meant he had time and money to work with her. She was happy to have such an easy job for the time being, but always wondered just how long it would last. However, it seemed Rill never tired of her. He had done several dozen portraits already, enough to fill a hall of worship for her. She never complained about the long hours sitting, for Rill had treated her well and always made sure she was taken care of.
The day had started like any other when Rill called for her. She dressed, grabed a quick breakfast to eat on the way to the Boismortier mansion, and was greeted by Walter upon her arrival. He bowed and brought her to Rill’s chambers where the captain already had an easel and canvas prepared. Usually they would get right to work, but today he had been more demure as he ushered her in, and instead of having her change into whatever he had picked out for the day, he invited her to sit and join him for tea.
Rill seemed to be buzzing in his seat but had remained quiet for the most part. She sat across from him, the only barrier the small tea table set with his usual midday snacks between them. She shifted to allow his butler to fill her cup, the man already knowing how much milk and sugar she took.
“Thank you, Walter,” she smiled and took a sip. “Perfect as always.”
“You are very welcome, my lady. Please enjoy yourselves.”
“Thanks Walter. I’ll call if we need anything.”
“Of course, Master Rill.”
The man bowed before leaving the two of them alone again. Peering back at the captain, she took another long sip before speaking.
“You said you’d like to discuss something with me, sir. Are you no longer in need of my service?”
Rill’s buzzing ceased and his smile faltered for a moment, a blush forming across his nose and cheeks. He nervously stirred his tea, the spoon chiming against the expensive porcelain.
“It’s nothing like that,” he laughed. “It’s, well, I had a question for you really.”
“Oh,” she nodded. “Ask away.”
“You’ve let me paint you so many times. I just keep getting inspired by you.” Another nervous chuckle erupted from the boy. “I have an idea, but please feel free to say no.”
“You’re paying me to be here, sir. There is little I’d say no to.” She gave him a soft smile.
“And that’s the problem. I don’t want you to feel like you have to, but I just have this great idea and I just want to flesh it out so bad.”
“Of course.” She was eager to hear him out.“What do you need from me?”
“Would you be willing to pose nude?” She didn’t think his blush could get much brighter, but she was wrong. He had squeezed his eyes shut afraid of her reaction.
She was taken aback at first, not expecting the request out of his mouth, but she found she couldn’t turn him down right away. What if he didn’t want to keep their arrangement going if she refused? She’d need to find another job, one with an employer who had treated her as nicely as Rill had.
“I-,” she paused not knowing what to say.
“You don’t need to decide now,” he assured her. “And even if you refuse, I’d like to keep you on as my model.”
“It’s not that,” she said but it was that, wasn’t it? She wasn’t hesitating for any other reason than her employment, right? Could it be that she actually wanted to do it?
She couldn’t deny the crush she had developed on the young captain. After all, he had been so kind and generous. Her ears were ringing so loudly from the buzzing of her own thoughts, she didn’t even realize she had mumbled out a quiet agreement to Rill’s proposal. Which led to the current predicament she found herself in.
In a trance, she removed her dress and slip from behind the safety of the partition that hid her from view. Her corset came next and before she knew it all she had left were a thin pair of panties. She took a deep breath before pulling the undergarment off. She folded it and placed it under her other clothes on the chaise lounge.
She looked at what Rill had laid out for her to wear. The robe was long and billowing, the white material sheer against her skin. It almost seemed to sparkle in the light. It was finer than anything that had ever touched her body and she wondered how much the garment actually cost. She quickly tied it closed.
The necklace he had laid out was a whole other story. She didn’t even bother wondering how much the chains of diamonds and pearls cost, knowing the amount would only send her head reeling. Even though she was nervous, she could not help the excitement at putting the heavy necklace on. It was cold laying across her neck, the sweeping strands of alternating stones draping down her chest.
“You can take your time,” Rill chirped from the other side of the partition.
“I’m almost ready.”
Another deep breath as she appeared from behind the partition to face Rill who looked equally as nervous. His easel was already set up facing the settee he had thrown a white, fur blanket over. He said nothing of her closed robe and instead ushered her over, hands ever so gentle, and placed her as he wanted on the settee. His smile was infectious, and as he continued adjusting her, she started to relax a little.
“Alright, you look perfect!” He chirped. “So,” he nodded more to himself than to her. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the knot at her waist. Suddenly, his own hands gripped her, thumb grazing her skin soothingly.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know,” she forced out.
“If you’ve changed your mind-.”
“No,” she insisted. “You always make me look nicer than I am. I want to see myself through your eyes.” She cleared her throat. “There’s nothing special about me, so I want to see all of this through your eyes.”
His bright smile returned finally reaching his eyes. “Don’t be silly! My works are so beautiful because I paint you as you are. I don’t add a thing.”
His words made her stomach flip in excitement and suddenly, the weight of being bare before him was not such a heavy burden. The knot loosened as she pulled the tie free, the robe opening to reveal herself. She looked away, missing the way Rill’s eyes lit up in awe.
“Wow! You’re so pretty!”
Her face flushed bright pink as he made his final adjustments to the way the material lay on her, his fingertips brushing across her flushed skin. Realizing he should probably give her space, he quickly retreated behind his easel and began working on capturing her image.
The longer she sat on display, the easier the task became. Though she remained nervous, she no longer felt so exposed. Rill had always made her feel comfortable and even now, as she lay bare before his gaze, she felt adored.
The open window allowed for a comfortable breeze that made her nipples harden against the chilly Spring air and sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes shot down to her chest for a split second to see most of her chest was covered in expensive jewels. That was the most of her he could really see now that she thought about it. He had strategically set her legs so that what lay between them was hidden by her body and the robe. He had wanted a nude portrait, but he had still kept her comfort in mind. She swooned against her own will.
Before too long, he was wiping his hands clean and examining the canvas before him. His brows furrowed in concentration and he took a few hips back to get a better angle.
“Is it alright?” She asked before she moved from her spot.
“It’s-.” He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he hadn’t captured her image the way he intended. Yes, she looked beautiful but he had imagined it would be more ethereal than this. He felt like he hadn’t done his best and it was probably due to the fact that he had been trying so hard to hide his erection the entire time. It wasn’t his fault, but he was so distracted by how gorgeous she looked.
“I don’t think I did as good a job as I’d have liked. I hope you don’t mind, but I’d really like to try again.”
She pulled the robe closer to her body, hiding her skin once more.
“Today you mean?”
“No,” he shook his head. “No. I know this was a lot, but thank you. It wasn’t you. You’re perfect.”
Another flutter erupted in her belly. “We can try again whenever you’d like, Rill. It was definitely different but not unenjoyable.”
He approached her causing her to clench the robe tighter. Even though he’d pretty much seen it all, she was still embarrassed though far less than before. Rill stared down at her, a serious look on his face, one that made him look more mature than he actually was. His eyes drifted down from her eyes to her lap before darting back to meet her gaze once more.
“It’s just-you’re just so beautiful I can’t help myself.” He kneeled before her, offering her his hands which she gladly laced her fingers with. Her robe slipped open once more, but she didn’t stop it. His cheeky smile reappeared before he leaned forward and laved his tongue from her belly to her sternum. His lips traveled from breast to breast, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. His body slotted against hers as they reached her neck leaving love bites so soft, she thought she was imagining them.
He hummed against her throat. “You taste so sweet.”
“Rill,” she gasped as he palmed her breasts, unbelieving that this was actually happening.
“The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He whispered against her lips as he made to move over her on the settee.
“We can’t,” she shook her head. “You’re a noble and I’m just me.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted. “Noble or not, I’ve already fallen for you.”
Her eyes widened at his confession, freezing under his touch. The sudden tension in her body made him pull away.
“Are you alright?”
Arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him back toward her, lips latching onto each other in a heated kiss.
“More than alright, Rill.” Her smile widened as she dove back in.
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It had been so quiet, and Walter was never one to abandon his master for so long. He knocked twice on the door and when there was no answer, he peeked his head in and called for Rill. The sitting room was empty and that surprised the butler. He entered the room fully, walking over to the easel still set up by the settee.
“Oh my!” Walter exclaimed as he averted his eyes from the center of the painting. His finger tapped the edge and felt the paint had dried enough and made to cover the painting in a white sheet.
He turned and made his way over to the bedroom door, leaning his ear against the frame against his better judgement. Rill’s notable snores could be heard along with another person’s much quieter ones. The butler chuckled to himself, shaking his head, and made sure the door was locked. He cleaned up the tea table and made a note to have no one disturb his master. As he left the room, he made an additional note to discuss proper courting with the young master.
hey hello it's a fluffy gay boy coming to request Fuegoleon, Zora, Rill, and William realising they're in love with a man 👀👀? tyy ehe
Hello~!
Sure! Male requestors have located me, it seems 😁🥰 And you guys really aren't getting a lot of love, since the majority seems to ask for fem pronouns. But. I shall do my share to correct that ^-^
Pairings: Fuegoleon x m!reader, Zora x m!reader , Rill x m!reader , and William x m!reader
Genre: fluff
Fic type: Headcanons
Fuegoleon Vermillion
While growing up, he hadn’t really thought about falling in love. Mostly because his parents just made it seem so easy. They were in love, and made it seem easy. It didn’t seem like it required effort, or searching.
And as the years kept rolling forward, he didn’t particularly think about it. Love wasn’t something he searched for, because he was caught up with other things.
Neither did he think about it first when he got to know you. He found you to be pleasant to be around, and it evolved into a friendship.
But. Little by little he found himself wishing for more. And the faint thought, question, of what more was there that he could wish from a friendship.
And that’s where it hit him. He didn’t want to be “just” friends with you. He wanted to date you, love you, as a spouse. That’s what he wanted, and something needed to be done. That ‘something’ being that he needed to tell you, and see if his affection might be returned.
Zora Ideale
Zora’s life, for the most part, wasn’t filled with love and affection. And he didn’t grow up with the sight of it, because of which, partly because of which, he didn’t think about it too much. He didn’t think about falling in love.
Love. It didn’t really even cross his mind. He was too preoccupied with becoming a “cool mask guy”, and fighting injustice.
Love… was it even meant for him? If the thought of it ever crossed his mind, it was only faintly, and briefly. But he never searched for it.
And it didn’t strike him like a lightning from a clear blue sky, but instead if was creeping sensation that burrowed under his skin so very slowly that he barely knew it was happening. For the longest of times, he thought of you to be a close friend of his; a dear friend of his. Which is what you were. But as he was asked about something relating to the topic, he can’t anymore remember what it was precisely; that is when it had occurred to him.
You weren’t “just” a mere friend to him. You were something more; something far more important. Surely, he could live with you being just a friend as well, but he hoped that you would be something more.
It didn’t matter that you were a man. He didn’t think too much about it. But what he cared about was the fact that he could depend on you, and rely on you, which was something you could do as well. You could always count in him.
Rill Boismortier
His passion has always been in art, and that he does love. It captivates him, thrills him, and he immerses himself into it freely. And that was very much the same feeling her got when he fell in love with you.
It was unexpected; something he didn’t see coming. But neither did he try to resist it. Instead he could only stare at you, completely awestruck, and head over heels infatuated with you.
So you were a man. Did it matter? Oh no.
All he could see was the colour of your eyes. All he could hear was the sound of your voice. And all he could feel was the numbing sensation of being thrown overboard into the roaring ocean of affection that swept him along with it.
And the state of being awestruck continued for so very long, that people began thinking if he had fallen ill perhaps. But he hadn’t fallen ill, other than become lovesick in a certain kind of way.
The state, his racing heart, and the way your soul seemed to sin for him. And that inspired him to craft a masterpiece for you, one with which he might spill out his emotions to you.
William Vangeance
He had been devoid of love for most of his life, which made it something that he craved. He yearned to be held and shown, given affection, but even despite of it he didn’t know who to ask it. How to ask for it?
Those were the questions that plagued his mind whenever it wasn’t preoccupied with work, or something else equally important.
But the questions vanished whenever you were around. It seemed as if your very presence would have pushed the wish to search away, and brought peace and calm to him.
Despite the feeling, and how prominent it was, it took time for him to realize what it meant. But once it did, the only thing that made him roll around in bed at night, was the thought of how to tell you. Or even if to tell you. For he didn’t, even if having hoped for it, deem himself to be worthy of love.
He hoped for it. He craved for it. But he wasn’t sure if… he could.
But the wish, the quiet voice of hope became stronger and stronger with every tick of the clock. And so, he made up his mind, deciding to tell you the next time he saw you. He had to, because… he was in love with you.
一 Magic Knights Male Captains Headcanons ─ reacting to their S/O visiting them in the Headquarters with a homemade meal
✑ hey,hey,hey! it’s Geru again (❛◡˂̵ ̑̑✧) here’s the first request that I received. I didn’t include the Purple Orcas’ Captain since he’s married. I hope you will enjoy this bouquet of chrysanthemums!
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Fuegoleon Vermillion
You realized how early your husband woke up.
Fuegoleon was called by the Magic King along with another Magic Knight Captain, Nozel Silva.
You made your way to the kitchen where you met the servants assigned for the breakfast for today. Simultaneously, they greeted you with an enthusiastic ‘Good morning’ and that’s enough for your sleepiness to drift away.
Asking the Head Chef if Fuegoleon grabbed his lunch, the chef shook his head and told him that before they could cook for Fuegoleon’s lunch, he already left.
Your e/c eyes lit up ✨
Finally, you can cook a delicious meal just like how a caring S/O should.
The Head Chef’s smile stiffened up when you said that you want to cook for your husband’s meal but the chef refused.
He can’t let his Master’s wife be cooking at a servant’s work!
Yet he can’t deny your orders, either.
So, he let you.
And now, you are riding your broom to arrive at the Crimson Lion’s Headquarters.
The members of the Crimson Lion Squad present at the place were surprised to see you.
They quickly greeted you with a cheerful ‘Good morning’ as you greeted them back
“Woah, Captain’s S/O is here!” “We are blessed to see them personally.”
Honestly, you’re quite nervous. You seldomly visit Fuegoleon when he’s at work and he might still be patrolling or traveling to another realm.
Your hard work will get cold :<
Fortunately, when you opened the door to his office, you saw him writing reports.
Now, Fuegoleon is surprised to see you with a lunchbox in your arms as you beam at him.
“I brought you to lunch because you forgot it.”
Fuegoleon’s heart is filled with warmth at your words.
Let’s say there are certain Magic Knights Leopold, Randall, and some other curious people snooping at you two and are crying in envy how the air around you two screams domesticity.
Jack the Ripper
He just came back from a mission.
A special mission includes beating Yami and rub the winner crown on the Black Bulls’ Captain.
Jack was muttering how he would win another duel with Yami and once he settled to his office chair, he blindly reached out his arm to the side of the table where he usually places his lunch but when he touches nothing, he sees no sights of his lunchbox.
His sharp, small eyes widened in panic.
Where did his personal sliced meat lunch go???
And who dared to sneak on his office?
Worse, steal his lunch?
It was a stray cat who got its hands on the Captain’s food.
Jack was not amused.
Cue, you knocking on his office door and when Jack opened the door, ready to yell for interrupting his thoughts, his plan flew away.
You have an extra serving of the dish you cooked and thought of giving them to your S/O and Jacky nearly cried a river how thoughtful you are.
And there, Jack’s lunchtime didn’t end up badly.
Nozel Silva
This is interesting.
How come this Royalty didn’t prepare lunch?
It is because the servants are having special day-offs and Nozel thought he can survive by just eating a sandwich.
It was not enough to quell his hunger.
You are currently going to his office with lunch on your hands and bump to your husband’s younger siblings, Solid and Nebra.
They offered to send you to their older brother’s office along the way which you accepted as you are not familiar yet with the structure.
Just when Nozel is going to a restaurant, someone knocks on the door and your head poked up.
Nozel blinked.
He must be hallucinating on how his S/O is right in front of him and kissing his cheeks.
Only when an appetizing scent snapped him to his reverie and you are indeed real with a homemade meal in your hands.
You noticed his gaze and you happily presented your dish to him since you know that his family servants will not be able to provide it at today's lunch.
His eyes softened and he lightly patted your hair.
And you take matters into your hands as you told him, he can share the food you made with his siblings he is secretly and slightly jealous, you made this for him, why would he share?
Yet Nozel still gives Solid’ and Nebra’s portion reluctantly.
Thus, you and your in-laws with your husband are eating lunch now.
You took a mental note to invite Noelle next time.
Who knows, you might drop off at her place and give her lunch.
Rill Boismortier
Aww, this young man here will be so delighted.
Rill was so busy pondering how to blend the colors for his desired painting he was working on.
He didn’t notice the time passed and his stomach was yearning for food.
He ignored it and went back. He already finished the painting and his creative brain is giving him a bunch of ideas that he wants to draw.
After sketching the paper, his stomach growled loudly and a blush was dusted on his face in embarrassment.
Then he heard your familiar call on the other side of the door.
Voila! You cook him lunch.
You scold him about what will happen if you didn’t visit him and Rill is pouting.
You could not resist your S/O’s cuteness and decided to let him eat lunch peacefully.
His Butler is wiping tears in joy.
William Vangeance
Everyone is worried.
William has been in his office for 3 hours straight and has not eaten his lunch. He even didn’t step outside to take a breather.
The Captain is immersed in his work more than usual.
Yuno even thought to go to your place as you might be the one to break their Captain’s concentration.
To their relief, they didn’t have to.
A knock from the window made him perk up as William turned his head away from the paperwork and saw you waving at him with a basket on your arm, your broom accompanying you.
William can’t help but let a smile formed on his face at how you catch his attention quickly.
He opened the window and you plop the basket down to his awaiting hands.
You told him that you will get inside the door to his office.
And he waits while opening the basket to set the food you prepared on the table as he also clears out the paperwork.
You joined him shortly after.
William gingerly picks up the food with grace as the savory taste of your dish welcomes him.
He is so lucky to have found a S/O like you.
The members of Golden Dawn are now rejoicing as they see their Captain happy.
Yami Sukehiro
Yami mentioned once about the traditional bento back from his country.
It gives you an idea of what to do as you slyly asked him about the contents of this bento he was talking about.
How was the food cooked? What is the texture? The taste?
All of that, Yami answered that.
You can’t risk the thought of Yami knowing your intentions.
Besides, he is dense.
Him being dense is an advantage whenever you want to surprise him.
On the day of your scheme, you purchased the ingredients and thought of substituting some food as they are not available.
You are also careful when you arrive at the market.
Some of his squad members might tell him what you are doing in the market when you are supposed to visit your family home.
Yami left the bathroom and when he entered the living room of the Headquarters, none of his squad members were present.
He looked for food in the kitchen or maybe a piece of fruit but nothing.
He is on the verge of hunting each of his squad members but before he could do that, you entered the place with the carefully wrapped bento on your arms.
Yami rested a hand on his chest and said, “an angel had come to save me.”
The next day, Yami rubbed Jack's face on how his S/O specially cooked for him.
• Rill would immediately notice that something is wrong. You aren’t your usual cheerful self, talking to your comrades and laughing with them.
• Rill would sit next to you while you were eating with the biggest smile on his face then proceeded to impersonate the other magic knight captains. That always made you laugh, but he felt sad when you only looked at him to force a smile then went back to eating.
• He would definitely ask Walter for advice because seeing you like that was making his heartache.
• He then remembered the report of your teammate after you got home from a mission. You weren’t able to save a little kid from the enemies.
• He thought of an idea hoping that it would make you smile.
• Rill would go visit you in your room with snacks and a gift he made for you.
“(y/n)?” he said with a soft voice followed by a knock on your door
“Come in...”
You were sitting on your bed, dazed, as he greeted you with a comforting smile with snacks on one hand and another behind his back. You immediately felt tears in your eyes seeing the person you love most.
“Do you wanna talk about it? I’m here for you, you know?” he spoke in a soft voice as he wrapped his arm on your shoulder with which you soon laid your head on his shoulder.
“I just- I feel like a failure. I’m a failure as a Magic Knight. I can’t even save a kid from danger. A kid who could’ve been someone great. Someone strong. Someone much more competent than I am. I tried. I really did. But I wasn’t strong enough.” you cried and cried as you told your boyfriend how you were really feeling inside. With every word of self-loathe that you were throwing, Rill’s heart was also slowly breaking. He tried his best to stop the tears from coming thinking that he should be comforting you right now.
With a small movement, he showed you the small canvass that he was hiding earlier. A painting of you. Shining bright in the middle of a dark room. Smiling.
“I just want you to know that this is how I see YOU. A ray of light. Your smiles and laughs brightening up the dark surroundings. You are one of the strongest persons I know, you know? Until you see yourself as to how I see you, I will always be here to support and to listen to you.” he showed you his brightest smiles then gave you his warm and tight hug.
With that, you let out all your emotions as you cried yourself to sleep in his warm embrace.
Heyyyy!! Could you please do relationship hc about Rill with an artist s/o? Thank you!!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night!!❤❤❤❤❤
aaa Rill is a cinnamon bun 🥺 ofc! I've actually thought about writing something similar for a while. Enjoy!!
His Artistic Delight
When he first met you he SQUEALED! There are other people who have interest in it but to hear that you're an artist and passionate about it as well? He's in heaven!
Bonding time is usually somewhere with a pretty view. Like a waterfall or traveling in uncharted territories for inspiration.
Picnics!
When he hugs you, he hugs tightly! He adores you and wants you to know that.
Constant reassurance. This boy will make sure you're confident in yourself and your art.
Rill will go from the face of the Earth to the deep underground to find what you're looking for! You want a flower? He's over here lovingly forcing his butler to move and find it.
He isn't much of a cook though.
DON'T LET HIM TOUCH A KNIFE
Rill will SOMEHOW tear down a wall and we do NOT need that happening again
Since you're on a similar wavelength when it comes to art, expect lots of fanboying
"S/O!! DEAR!! I found this AMAZING painting and its details are beautiful!! You have to see it."
"U-uhm, s/o... I found this illustration in Nozel's office and it kinda reminds me of you." while literally doing the 👉🏻👈🏻 thing
Cheesy™
Goodness he just loves his s/o so much to the point that if someone even asks about you he'll go on a 5 hour rant
Though he may be a tad oblivious I don't recommend attempting to get him jealous
Because Rill will most likely notice
AND WHEN HE DOES, ohhh boy he can get MAD
But it's the type of mad where it's kinda... hot??
So do what you will with that information.
He's a cuddler! He used to sleep while hugging a pillow but after finding you, he would rather embrace you in the warmest hug ever.
Rill is so underrated imo. He's such a cutie😌💞 so could i pls rq some fluff with him? gn or trans male reader pls :)
There really isn't a lot of content of him out there 😅 I hope this suffices for now ^-^ (This is also my first time writing for trans, (I think) so I hope I did okay job)
Pairing: Rill Boismortier x trans!male!reader
Genre: Fluff
Fic type: Oneshot
Length: ~0.6k
Rill had a habit of being all over the place. Or perhaps it was more of a quality. You couldn’t say for sure. He just seemed to daydream, more than you which was something, but he also drifted off easily, and stayed in those thoughts for hours on end. As if he was in a trance of some kind. But you had determined that it wasn’t magic, it was just how he was.
It wasn’t the same as with Dorothy. Rill just seemed as if he was… thinking about something. And those times, extended moment of almost trance, ended in him walking back and forth in front of a blank canvas, staring at it as if he was trying to bend it with his will alone.
But it never did.
The canvas stayed as blank as it had been before.
“Trouble with inspiration?” You asked every time it happened, and his reply came with an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
“Yeah…” he’d uttered with a toothy grin.
It was always so adorable, that grin of his. It made your heart flutter in your chest, and warmth course through you, gentle and soft, like a summer stream.
The norm, until that day. You were outside on a field of grass, just looking at the clouds drift by. Your head was on Rill’s lap as he sat, looking up to the bright skies, the same as you.
Sun light flickered from behind a cloud, and the flash of light made you sneeze. And as your eyes opened back up, you noticed Rill looking at you, eyes wide open. His mouth was agape and the expression, as difficult to read as ever. It was amazement, wonder, almost as if an epiphany.
“Rill…?” You uttered with a whisper, wondering what was that look about, but all you received as a reply was a quite murmur, more to himself than to you.
“That’s… it.” There was no anger in his tone, but rather it was as if he had finally grasped something.
He turned his head, and picked up his paint brushes. “I need to…” The half of a statement came with a hushed voice that grew more and more faint with every syllable, as if there was a weight that he shed as he rose up while speaking out.
You propped your head up, and followed him with your gaze, only to see a picture being painted before you. All the world was his canvas, but right there and then it seemed more as if he was painting a world, rather than crafting an image onto it.
So many shades, colours and tones, they all mixed together into something that you felt you could barely understand. And yet it was breath taking all the same.
By the time he was finished, all you knew that what he had created around you was astonishing. It was a painting that was filled with so many intricate details that you didn’t know where to look at. You could have spent hours just admiring it, inspecting it, studying it, or just stay surrounded by it all.
“This… this is how you make me feel,” Rill whispered. “Or… some of it at least… My greatest work… So far,” a small smile curled onto his lips as he spoke those words. “Since I hope that… you’ll be my source of inspiration for a long time…” he continued, taking you by the hand as his smile only widened.
“Of course,” you replied with hushed syllables of your own, admiring the real art work that was before you: the love, gratitude and tenderest of emotions that was reflected in his eyes.
