#fuelara

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Cover art by @/crazycookiemaniac

Summary: The strings of Fate continue to twist and turn and wind in a rather odd manner. It's almost like the fate of the world would be dependent on just a few of the threads. Is there a chance to affect the way they are woven together? And how about the formerly so happy couple? All they carry of the other as of now, is the tender, but bittersweet emotions in their hearts, along with the rings on their fingers. Rings, which held a spell.

Pairing: Fuegoleon (CC) x Solara (OC) Fanfic type: Book/long fic Warnings: Mostly canon typical content, the battle/war themes are there, angst, Fue's fear manifests as anger (he's only human, after all), Solara is still pregnant so themes of pregnancy

Tag list: @succulentsunrise @loosesodamarble

A/N: Three months later... I wanted to see where canon progresses, but decided to make some decisions of my own in the end anyhow. Hope you like them (nyehehhee).

Word count: ~3.6k

Chapter 6: The Rings

‘Tis curious... It’s as if the Seer is no more. The string is awfully thin... Like all else. So, I wonder... I wonder if ... I wonder what’s in that room, beyond the mirror. The passage. She’s always looking at me through it, but I think there’s something behind her. Not that she ever spends more time there. But I think... there is something in there.

I wonder what it is... for ever since I was... how old was I? When I came here? Decided that it’s best to observe. To be an observer, rather than a Seer. Which, perhaps... Perhaps it’s what the researchers of Old Micah were supposed to be. To watch, but not tinker and toil.

Though the bells are awfully annoying.

Maybe they could hear the bells too and just wanted them to shut up.

Though sister... sister says that she can’t hear anything wrong with them. That some hear the bells, but hear nothing wrong about how they play. If you call that as playing. The blasted bells. They drill into my very soul. At times.

Maybe they drilled into the souls of the scientists too. And that’s why they drew the strings, and ventured too close. Trying to tinker with them. Temper with the threads that shouldn’t be tempered with.

And thus were no more... Nothing but a whisper. A distant memory for only those who are able to remember them. Their lair being nothing but ruins, hidden behind forcefields in fear of it taking place again. Another one breaking through because someone played an off note with the strings.

She half scoffed; half chuckled.

Or weaved them the wrong way. Since ... though I... perhaps it’d be better to call them as weavers. I’m not one, despite being like a spider caught in a web. Or... at least feeling like one. Though maybe spiders don’t feel trapped inside their own creations.

And since this isn’t my creation, I think that a spider isn’t a fitting description after all.

But... then... what does it make me? What am I?

I’m not a Seer, Weaver or ... Or... anything that there are supposed to be. I just exist.

Just exist and watch as the threads turn and twist, helpless as ever. Though. What would it affect me? If they’d cease to turn. If they’d... become tangled in a way like never before? What would it affect me? I am here, without a burden on my consciousness. For if I ever do nothing, then how could I be guilty of doing anything wrong?

Though sister is adamant that I do something, because choosing to do nothing is as bad as doing something wrong. While she also agrees that sometimes it’s best to mind one’s own business. Take care of her queendom and let others do as they will. Because others existing as they do, while not bothering us is... they might exist differently than we do, but it’s not inherently wrong in any way.

However... the twisting and the turning that’s taking place... Never did I think that so many threads could be affected by one path... two paths... Or maybe... It’s hard to tell.

The threads are awfully small and wound together where I can see them.

But still. They’re tied to awfully many places, and the web seems like it’s crumbling. Falling apart.

So maybe... but I couldn’t.

No one is to touch the threads. That is a Law.

One that the researchers of Old Micah learned the hard way.

No mortal hands are to touch the threads as they are.

But that makes me wonder... how would one then affect the twisting and the turning? Perhaps with a tool? That is how the scientists made it possible to weave into the net. With a set of tools that allowed them to touch threads that weren’t meant to be touched.

However... that doesn’t mean that there wouldn’t be a tool that wouldn’t allow for it. To take a hold and play the bells, attached to the threads. Or even... maybe if you connect something to the threads, and touch those instead of touching the threads themselves?

I wonder...

Her head turned towards the mirror, the pathway and the thin sheet of something she couldn’t name, which existed between that place and another. A place from where her sister gazed to her every once in a while. And for reasons that were lost even from herself, she couldn’t turn her eyes away.

I wonder what’s in that room...

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The art of crafting a wedding band is delicate and precise work. After all, the piece of jewellery is meant to be worn around one’s finger for the rest of the days they have on this earth. And thus, it should be both durable and stylish; something that fits the person carrying the ring itself.

Designing such a piece takes time, let alone execute the craftmanship. Especially while working with a fragile material such as a leaf from the Tree of Binding Fates.

It was long, long time ago discovered that the material, which becomes hardened after falling off, could be used in jewellery or other memorabilia. But considering the significance of the ritual, it seemed only logical to incorporate such a fine material, add a fine detail, to a piece of jewellery as important as a wedding band. It in itself would already make the pair of rings unique, because no one else would have the same leaf, the same pattern, of the same shape and size and weight, as the one that The Tree served the couple. Perhaps one might find similar ones. Even hauntingly similar, while looking at older rings, preserved and kept intact for future generations to see and admire. Because surely love is something to admire. To read about the joys and sorrows the couple held, while looking at the rings, which were still there, as if to prove that the couple had existed, once upon a time.

The old man, in Thea, working for the [Lil’ Old Jeweller] had been doing what he knows best for 55 years already, in that very same shop, which was founded by his great-grandfather with no greater aspirations than to simply do a good job. It had been his wish to do an honest day’s work, in a manner that he could be proud of.

The old man could remember his grandfather having told how his father had felt rather silly while putting the word ‘old’ into the sign while opening, but he had felt that it added a certain charisma to the name. However, the word had grown true to itself, as the shop had gained popularity.

The old man could remember when his grandfather had gotten his first job with a request to add a leaf from The Tree, and how nervous he had been. Because it wasn’t just any material, it was something that couldn’t be replaced. So, he had started by chipping off only a portion of the leaf in hopes of being able to chip off another piece if he failed on the first try. And the method had proved to be successful. There had even been only a handful of occasions when a new piece had needed to be chipped off the leaf, because as the old man, his father, and grandfather, had all noticed, the work took shape around the leaf piece.

There was always a hint of a kind, along with having spoken to the couple, most of them easy to talk to, and some seeming more like they’d be the end of each other than the love of each other’s lives, about how the rings should look like. One had to work with the ring, instead of having to make the ring work for oneself. That was one of the things he had hoped to have gotten across to his daughter, who had taken an interest in adding leaves, actual leaves and flowers into the rings as well. Encase them in resin or alike material, along with the leaf from The Tree. And she seemed to do good job. Her customers seemed happy. Which was enough for him. He might not have understood the fascination, because when he thought about a ring, he thought of silver and gold, fine elements of the earth, along with gems and the leaf.

But he was already an old man. And he supposed that it was alright. Time went on, and his daughter also had the skill of listening. The old man had thought himself to have held the gift of seeing too, but upon watching the pieces his daughter made, he thought himself to have only a narrow view of seeing.

Though the daughter said their ways of seeing to simply have been different. There was no right or wrong, as long as you work with the couple, and do a good, honest day’s work.

The old man had been pleased with this answer. Perhaps that was all there was to it.

And so, the old man would continue doing his work, with the couples, the leaves and the pieces of metal, embedding the magic of the leaves of The Tree into a piece of jewellery that was worn on the ring finger of the left hand, from where there was a straight path to the heart.

Sometimes he would think how many utilize the magic that was embedded into the ring. Perhaps not quite many, because it could be used only once, and it wasn’t that often one held such a desperate need to get to one and another instantly. Especially if it was only once. Though he could always make a new ring, with the remainders of the leaf. None just seemed to think of it. Or then it wouldn’t be the same, because you only, really, get married to one person once in your life. At least... in most cases.

It was also possible that many simply... forgot about it. Put if off as just some ol’ wives tales and went on with their lives.

He also went on as to speculate that some might have thought the spell, or the mana, to activate to have needed something grand. A specific set of words that would wind into a sentence that would bring one to their loved one, or vice versa, for after all, the door swung both ways. But in reality, what was required, was rather simple.

Another thing he thought that many forgot, because more didn’t use it. And those that, perhaps, remembered it, deemed it invasive to simply yank one’s beloved to them away from whatever it was. Especially, again, since the spell could be used only once. And would give away to this one little ace in one’s sleeve. Not that it was so special that other nations couldn’t have come up with it and used it for themselves.

But, during times of trouble, he also found himself thinking if people, who once upon a time had sat there, in the small seating area of his shop, talking to him about their wishes for the rings, eyes full of love and hope for the future, had found themselves falling out of love. After all, it was not always love that bound people’s fates together. So, it was possible, that somewhere down the road, what had brought the couple together, drove them apart. And thus, the magic that existed in the rings was left unused.

Luckily, those thoughts, those moments, were scarce. And more often than not, he found himself smiling while thinking back to all of the encounters he had with the brides and grooms to be. Every story different from the other. But the smiles and the gazes, the tender, subtle displays of affection, they he could recognize. Even if they all harboured a special flare of their own, no matter how similar one might have thought them to be based on a glance. And the similarities, he had found, stretched far beyond the borders of nations.

For a while he had nearly forgotten it. During the years that it had been only Thean couples that came to see him. But one of the latest couple he found himself thinking more than any other for a while. Perhaps because of how much they had been talked about. Because of what was achieved, essentially because they had been the driving force for the borders opening and new alliance forming.

He had thought that maybe he shouldn’t have been so surprised to find them, sitting across the table from him. But. He had been.

However, the surprise and the wonder had faded away as he looked at them smile. As he smiled because they smiled, and because the smile was contagious.

He hoped that the couple would never need to use the magic of the rings. He hoped that they could be happy and content; spend the days of their lives, together.

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The smooth surface of his wedding band, which hid a pattern, as if flames, on the inner surface of it. He let his thumb grace the piece of metal, which spoke of a promise. A shared vow between two lovers, during a time that had been filled with... hope... More hope. A time that had been joyous and had made his flutter in the best of ways.

And he could remember... how it had been her fingers gracing over that surface of his wedding band. He could remember, how her fingers had trailed up his arm to play with his hair. How she whispered gentle nothings to his ears, or how she’d giggle, burst into a laugh because of something silly that he couldn’t even remember anymore. He just remembered the laugh.

He remembered how beautiful she had been.

He wondered how he had been blessed. Even for such a short while. A passing moment. A breath.

That’s how it felt, even if they had been together for years. Despite having been the best years of his life, they had been over in a blink of an eye. Too soon. Too quick.

Though he wasn’t sure if even a lifetime had been long enough of a time. But that was all the time he had; all the time she had. A lifetime.

It was just a shame that his lifetime would end up being shorter than hers. Not that he would have willed it any other way; for hers to be shorter than his.

And for a moment, he had to wonder if it had been only a dream. Something his mind had concocted during his coma, which he wished to believe with his entire being.

But... it hurt too much for it to have been a mere dream. The golden threads of fate, spun into ropes, were wound tightly around his still beating heart, which he hoped would carry his affection to her. He hoped that she could hear him, feel him, there, until he wouldn’t be. And perhaps, even after that.

He wished that she knew his last thoughts to be of her. Even when the battle was raging around him. Even as the end was nearing.

Something seemed to have caught the angels’ interest, perhaps a squad, or another captain. He wasn’t sure. But he had seen Yuno upon a glimpse, battling Lucius. He almost sure that he had seen Noelle too, which meant that the Bulls had returned. Perhaps that was why the angels seemed to have found something else of interest than the civilians, for the most part. Which allowed him to look around. Gaze around the area that surrounded him, rather than fire spells haphazardly at the enemy all around.

And what he saw, did anything but shed hope into him. If there had been much to begin with.

But the thing was, as a knight, he couldn’t give in; give up, turn his back on the sacrifices of his knights. He owed it to them. He owed it to the citizens of Clover. And, he felt that he owed it to his family. To stand his ground and be the man that he had tried to be, all his life.

He didn’t think himself to be afraid. Not anymore. He didn’t think himself to be angry, or sad... He didn’t know what he thought himself to be. If he was anything but a pawn in a game that seemed fixed. He knew that he had preached about the dangers of hesitating, freezing up; doing anything but steeling oneself.

He had learned that the hard way.

And yet, he found himself placing, again, his thumb over his wedding band, and thinking of her.

I wish... that we could have been together. This was our choice, and it was... the right ... choice. But still... I wish that... you’d be here.

However... as his mind formulated the thought, the words, the gentle, genuine confessions of his heart into a manifestation, he didn’t think the gilded string of fate, bound into ropes, to be listening. He didn’t remember the little spell, not in the pendant around his neck, but in the ring around his finger.  

The little spell where the door swings both ways.

And the magic, the first spark of mana was so faint that he almost missed it. Almost, but not quite.

It was just enough for his gaze to fall onto the small piece of precious metal, which now glowed a gilded, reddish glow, which reminded him of the leaf from The Tree, the rest of which was still in their room.

The glow was followed by a flash of light. Golden threads coiling around what looked like a small, tender, summer sun.

Perhaps, in another time, in another place, he would have thought it to be beautiful. Perhaps, but now, it chilled him right down to his very bone, because it meant something he didn’t wish to comprehend. Something he didn’t want to understand; believe.

He couldn’t believe it.

He didn’t want to believe it.

Never would he have thought that seeing her, would have equalled his worst nightmare. But now, as it did, all he could do, was stare at her. Eyes wide open, pupils constricted and locked onto her.

This… can’t be…

“Are you hurt?” She asked, as if that had been a reasonable question. The first thing she asked, as her eyes met his, her arm moving to her other, to do... something... but he didn’t register half of it. He could only think about the question.

As if it had been a reasonable question…

As if…

She was wearing an armour, and though it wasn’t… one that he could recall, it still… wasn’t enough. The thick plate around her stomach seemed only as a thin veil over what was more than a target to an enemy.

“Honey?” She asked, eyes full of worry, sorrow, but still with a soft fondness in them that was far too gentle for a place like this.

Place that was worse than the Underworld, worse than hell. Because even in hell are only those worthy of the punishment cast upon them. And here, it was mostly those … who were not.

“What… are you doing here…?” He could hear himself asking from her, through the haze and the deliria.

For a moment he had to consider that he had died, and this was but a fever dream. A horrid, twisted concoction of his mind during his final breath.

“I... was drawn to you,” she replied, looking at her ring. Yet another horrid statement.

Though… perhaps… in another life, another time, he would have deemed it soft and sweet, a promise fulfilled and so sacred that he couldn’t comprehend… But now, in its gentle caress lied thorns.

Oh how he wished they would have been mere thorns, instead of the soul carving, hollowing, burning, flooding sensation that sought to take over him.

A primal emotion. The primal emotion of fear, fluttered in him. But it came out as rage.

“What, are, you doing here?!” He shouted as his face twisted; teeth bared as if canines to ravage flesh. 

“I-, came to-”

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” He yelled again, jaw clenched and overtaken by a flood from within him.

“I… You...” she managed, before his right hand grabbed his left, fingers twisting onto his wedding ring.

“GET. OUT!” He yelled, slamming the ring, embedded with a leaf from the Tree of Binding Fate, onto the pavement of the Capitol. It clicked against the stones under them as the only sound she heard.

It might have been but a small, ringing sound of metal against stone, but the faint sound, was the loudest thing she could conceive.

And with it, she could feel her heart sinking in her chest. As if punched, her organs pushed all the way to her back.

As if a slap in the face.

And all she could do, was stare at that ring, as it rolled away from her.

But she didn’t want to see it go, so, she reached forward with a motion that was heavy; trembling. And cast Gravity of the Sun with minimal effort in hopes that it’d come back as tears rolled down her cheeks in the middle of the Capitol where she sat, alone, on the cold harsh ground.

No choice that she could have made, was good. But somehow, this, felt the worst one she could have taken out of the options provided. To sit there, unsure of what to do.

And… what made it worse, was the fact that she could feel the little ones kicking in her stomach.

They’re so feisty… she smiled to herself despite the tears. Just like their father…

#black clover fanfiction #the vows we made #fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #oc x canon

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Asta/Noelle Silva, Asta & Yuno (Black Clover), Yuno (Black Clover)/Original Female Character(s), Fuegoleon Vermillion/Original Female Character(s), Nozel Silva/Original Female Character(s), Nacht Faust/Original Female Character(s), Noelle Silva & Mimosa Vermillion, Vanessa Enoteca & Finral Roulacase, Nozel Silva & Fuegoleon Vermillion, William Vangeance/Original Female Character(s), Vanessa Enoteca/Original Male Character(s), Leopold Vermillion/Original Female Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Asta (Black Clover), Yuno (Black Clover), Noelle Silva, Mimosa Vermillion, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva, Mereoleona Vermillion, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), William Vangeance, Julius Novachrono, Vanessa Enoteca, Finral Roulacase, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Yami Sukehiro, Jack the Ripper (Black Clover), Nacht Faust, Morgen Faust, Leopold Vermillion Additional Tags: black clover au, Romance, Action/Adventure, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Background Relationships, Jaegers (Pacific Rim), Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, The Drift (Pacific Rim), Kaiju (Pacific Rim), Pacific Rim - Freeform, Tell us if we missed something Summary:

Pacific Rim Black Clover Au

One day, when the world least expected it, monsters begun to crawl from the depths of the Pacific Ocean onto the Earth. And as a response, humanity had to adapt to fight against the gargantuan beasts. Beasts of their own out of metal and wire and steel, but with the determination and courage of the human heart. Jaegers, piloted by humans, as the first line of defence, against Kaijus. But the life of a Jaeger pilot isn't easy. They live at the edge of the world, shielding the people behind them. Providing shelter and support. Who thought to ask if they need support in return? This is a story of choices, of love and decisions, when the stakes are higher than just a broken heart.

This fic will be told from multiple perspectives and will circle around few stories happening simultaneously. Neva and Zera belong to @lyranova Solara belongs to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare Briar and Pucelle belong to @koneko-pi Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble  Helena and Gabriel are mine 

#This is finally happening! #black clover #black clover au #pacific rim au #black clover pacific rim au #black clover fanfiction #nozelena #fuelara #zerilliam #yuneva #nachtsele

[acacia-may]

*sheepishly pokes my head in*

If oc x cc ships are okay, then can I ask for Lyra's ships of Yuno x Neva and William x Zera, and mine Fuegoleon x Solara 🥺👉👈

Hi Laura! No need to be sheepish. 💖 Thank you so much for the ask and for indulging my ramblings. I think it's incredibly sweet that you've asked about @lyranova's pairings. They're lovely! I'm honestly a little feral about Zerilliam, and I rambled about that and about the pairings in general in this response to Lyra's ask. ^^

I would be thrilled to share my Fuelara thoughts with you here, especially since, at this point, I am so invested in this pairing that I have to constantly, consciously remind myself that Solara is not a canon character. She just exists in the world of Black Clover in my mind now, and whenever I imagine or think of Fue, she is right there by his side.

I have to be honest that before I found your blog and we became friends, I really didn't think that much about Fuegoleon. I always liked him and had a lot of respect for him, but he wasn't really a character I just sat around and thought about too much. (His brotherly relationship with Leopold is just too functional. Let's blame that lol😂 I promise I'm only joking, and I adore them! Vermillion Bros for the win!!) But you write him with such depth and such nuance that it really gave me a new appreciation for his character. That one shot you wrote about his feelings of inadequacy after his injury has stuck with me to this day and remains one of my favorite fics I've ever read about anything in any fandom. You and your incredibly powerful writing made me love Fue, and as I was coming to really love him and becoming so much more invested in his character and his story, I found your absolutely incredible Solara who is truly (and this is probably intentional on your part but needs to be said) perfect for him.

Fuelara is everything a canon character x oc relationship should be in my opinion. I hope it goes without saying that Solara is such an incredibly strong and compelling character in her own right and I love that you've given her her own story beyond just being Fue's love interest, but even beyond that, she fits so seamlessly into the world of Black Clover (and I know you shared with me in the past that that was something that was really important to you while creating her, and I think you have succeeded in that in every possible way). Like I said in the beginning of this post, I really do genuinely have to remind myself she isn't canon. She just feels like she belongs there. I can't tell you how much the way you've meticulously crafted Fuelara and weaved them into the world of BC has been a personal inspiration for me. (Apologies in advance for the tangent but) my big passion project right now is a very ambitious multi-chapter fic for another fandom which I'm co-creating with a friend of mine, and it involves an OC x CC relationship (that I'm mostly in charge of 😅) so I actually find myself thinking about and talking about Fuelara as kind of this blueprint and inspiration for everything I can only hope my own ship will ultimately be. Even though the world of that story (late 90s/early 2000s suburban America) and the world of Black Clover couldn't possibly be more different, I'm sure Sprinkles could tell you that I have specifically mentioned Fuelara (specifically their relationship's seamless integration into the existing world and story) and what an inspiration it is for me personally, so many times while working on this project. It is truly so impressive, and I want to write like that. (Side note, I have definitely been using your tips and suggestions for OC integration throughout this process, so thank you again for that!)

Beyond just how well Solara perfectly fits into the world (which I've rambled about a lot), she also perfectly fits with Fuegoleon to the point that it's actually difficult for me to imagine him with anyone else at this point. I'm honestly really surprised I have made it through these ramblings without any random, unsolicited music references, but you're about to get one. There's a song called "We Go Well Together" by Goldheart (Spotify; YouTube) and here's a few lines, "We're just like kids up on a swing/Finger and a wedding ring/We go perfectly/It's so easy." That's just Fuelara to me: It's so easy. That's not to say that it's easy for them--they've certainly had their struggles and been through so much together, but their relationship dynamic, their love for each other, and their interactions are just so effortless. Of course Embers is fantastic, but I think I love your cozy little one shots about them most of all because I just adore how they interact with each other. They're so comfortable with each other, and it feels so real and so genuine. There's really no need for me to suspend belief or to try to create some buy in into their relationship. They just talk to each other and I'm immediately convinced they're deeply in love and just perfect for each other. One of my favorite things about them is how they are both such strong people, but they can be vulnerable together, and I love these really tender moments where they encourage each other that they don't have to carry the weight of the world alone. I just can't get over how supportive they are of each other, and I just adore that.

Gah, this ship is just so good. It's canon. It's honestly better than canon in a lot of cases, and I really can't get enough of it. I think I've said this before, but I'll say this again. Thank you for this pairing! I love it. ❤️‍🔥

#fuelara for the win #they just exist in my mind forever now #what do you mean they're not canon? #fuelara #fuegoleon x solara #thanks for the ask! #acacia's ramblings #laura 🧡

[lyranova]

I almost forgot! :wah: 😭 Can I get something with Fue for the Halloween event please? 🥺❤️🔥

Hiya Laura! No worries, I’m sorry this is very very late, I should’ve had this done and posted last month but it got away from me 😔. But I hope you enjoy, this nearly turned into a Wives and Husbands fic, but I brought it back 😆! I hope you enjoy~!

Zera, Josele, and Briar who are all briefly mentioned belong to me @loosesodamarble and @koneko-pi respectively!

Word Count: 1,270

Warnings: None

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“ Are…you sure about this?”

“ Of course, don’t you trust me?”

“ With my life. But…I don’t know-.”

“ Just trust me, you look fine.” Solara Equinox, wife of Fuegoleon Vermillion, said as she watched her husband inspect his Halloween costume for the upteenth time.

It had been her idea to do a couples costume this year, after she and her fellow Captain’s wives giggled about it during one of their ‘meetings’, and she was a bit surprised when Fuegoleon agreed to it.

But, he had one condition; he got to choose the costume, which she agreed to, since it wasn’t that big of a deal to her. At first she wondered if it would be something like a queen and king, or something like that.

She hadn’t really expected him to choose a vampire couple. But didn’t mind, nor did she complain, because as it turned out, that was what she was going to choose as well.

But she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“ What’s wrong? Don’t like the costume?” She asked curiously, her head tilted slightly. But he quickly shook his head.

“ No, the costumes perfect, it’s just…” He hummed as he suddenly held up a container.

“ Should…I leave the teeth? Or bring them with me?” Fuegoleon asked curiously as he stared down at the plastic mouthpiece in his hands, Solara hummed in thought.

“ Hm, I say put them in your pocket and bring them with you. That way if we take any photos you can put them in and complete the loom.” She suggested, and her husband nodded before he put the container in his pocket.

He walked away from the mirror and stood before her, decked out in his costume, and she smiled fondly as she straightened out his vest and cape.

“ Dashing as always, my dear husband.” Solara said with a warm smile as she rested her palms against his chest, feeling his heart thump steadily in his chest.

“ Thank you, and you look as lovely as always, my darling wife.” He told her warmly, his eyes looking down lovingly at her.

Solara reached up just slightly to place a sweet and loving kiss against his lips, a smile worked its way onto her lips as she felt his heart begin to race under her hand.

“ Shall we go? Otherwise the others might think we stood them up.” She said playfully as she pulled away, he blinked at her for a moment, his face a bit red, but he nodded.

“ Yes, let’s go before we’re late.” He agreed before he gently took his wife’s hand into his and walked with her out of their living quarters and out to the city.

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The Capital was decorated to perfection.

There were pumpkins, both carved and uncarved, there were fake spider webs, haunted houses, candy, games. Everything you could ever dream of was there.

People were laughing, scaring each other silly, and were eating to their heart's content.

Solara and Fuegoleon walked arm in arm along the cobblestone street, pumpkin shaped containers filled with candy hanging off their arms, smiling and laughing amongst each other. Fuegoleon wasn’t normally one to enjoy or really celebrate Halloween, it was something he did with Leo when he was younger, but after he became Captain of the Crimson Lions he didn’t really have much time to do that with him anymore.

But recently, after meeting Solara, he found that his joy in the “spooky” holiday had been revived.

“ Solara~, Fuegoleon~, over here~!” Zera Cassia, wife of William Vangeance, shouted as she excitedly jumped up and down and waved her hands.

Beside the small woman was the wife of Nacht Faust, Josele Canty, and wife of Nozel Silva, Briar Rose. Their respective husbands standing beside them.

All of them dressed in different costumes that Fuegoleon and Solara completely imagined them all to be wearing.

The husbands greeted each other with small ‘hellos’ and nodded at one another as the wives ran up to each other and began to compliment each other's costumes and talk about their evenings.

“ So, shall we go into the haunted house and then visit the food stands?” Josele suggested, and the others nodded before the four of them linked arms and began to walk down the street together, leaving their husbands behind.

“ They do remember that we’re here right?” Nozel asked as he and the other husbands walked behind their wives.

“ They do. Right now they’re catching up on the latest gossip.” Nacht said with a shake of his head.

“ And look at how happy they are,” Fuegoleon said as he watched Solara smile brightly at a story that Briar was telling. When she noticed her husband staring at her she gave him a sly wink before her smile widened a bit. “ I think they’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

“ I know Zera has,” William agreed with a sigh. “ She’s been gathering as much gossip from her customers as she could just for tonight.” He chuckled softly.

Suddenly, the wives stopped and they each looked at their husbands over their shoulders. Devilish smirks and a mischievous glint suddenly appeared on their faces, and the husbands felt a sense of dread enter their bodies.

“ Oh gods.”

“ We’re in trouble.”

“ They’re plotting something.”

“ Is it too late to run away?”

The wives suddenly rushed towards their husbands, grabbed their hands, and dragged them each into different directions without saying a word.

Which signaled to them that some sort of plan was afoot.

Fuegoleon and Solara half-walked, half-ran down the street. Dodging people and carts. Giggles and chuckles escaping their lips as though they were a couple of teens, before eventually they came across what looked like a photo booth being manned by a…very tiny ghost.

“ Shall we take a few photos?” Solara suggested, a small glint in her eye that told him there was more to this than met the eye.

“ Alright.”

She gently led him in front of the camera and the two began to take a few photos. Some were sweet, some were ‘silly’, some were a little…steamy. But the two were having fun, and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly, as Fuegoleon was fixing his cloak, he felt something latch onto his ankles tightly. He jumped and, without thinking, set the backdrop ablaze. Revealing the tiny ghost, trembling in fear, before it quickly ran away.

“ Oh dear, that backfired, didn't it?” Solara hummed as she quickly began to try and put out the fire, Fuegoleon frowned.

“ You planned this?”

“ We did. That little ghost belongs to Briar, there’s about…5 of them running around here I think? Anyway, I believe the little ghost was hoping you would jump into my arms or something.” She muttered as she rubbed her arms sheepishly, and Fuegoleon felt his face turn red in embarrassment.

“ Ah, I see. So the ghost intended for us to get closer, which is why it scared me.”

“ Yes.”

“ Hmm, how interesting,” Fuegoleon hummed curiously as he moved closer to his wife and wrapped an arm around her waist. “ I wonder if the little ghost came up with that idea on its own, or if someone suggested it to them.”

“ Hm I’m not sure,” Solara said with an ‘innocent’ smirk as she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. “ Maybe…a bit of both?”

Fuegoleon nodded before he smirked, bent down a bit, and captured his wife's lips in a warm and loving kiss as his arms wrapped around her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck.

The ‘scare’ didn’t really have its intended effect, but in a way, this was a lot better. At least, in Solara’s mind.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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A Union Made in Shadows

Summary: At long last, Nacht and Josele have made the decision to finally be married. Though nothing grand is planned for their union, the most important people are gathered for the occasion. The beginning is based on a scene from Laura's fic Embers of Sun and Flame: Before We Have It. Genre: romance Word count: ~4500 Content notes: Solara is @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's oc. Heinrich and Ida are @marune2's ocs. Discordia and Harmonia are @lyranova's ocs. Acylla is @faewraithsworld's oc.

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Weddings, a celebration of love and the union that was called marriage. There was always a warmth and brightness to such an occasion.

It was especially true in the case of the wedding Nacht currently attended, that of the union between Solara Equinox and Fuegoleon Vermillion. It could’ve been said that their wedding was more than their marriage. It was a symbol of victory over the devils. A sign of new beginnings for Clover and Thea. The grand fulfillment of hopes and dreams.

But, to the happy couple, it was simply their wedding. As it should’ve been.

The invitation to the wedding for Nacht and Josele came as a surprise. Nacht wondered if it was a formality on account of the events in Spade. But when Josele said that they’d be supporting the couple as friends, Nacht let go of his doubts and agreed to the notion.

Nacht watched the ceremony. Even with the distance between himself in the crowd of guests and the couple at the altar, Nacht saw with perfect clarity the joy and love Fuegoleon and Solara felt. Because they were getting married. It truly was a beautiful, special day.

And all of a sudden, Nacht’s chest felt tight.

He didn’t dare look in her direction but Nacht became all the more aware of Josele’s presence right next to him…

During the reception, Nacht shied away from others. He needed to be alone. To work through the thoughts swirling like a storm in his mind. And to keep his dour mood from the joyful atmosphere everyone else enjoyed.

Marriage… And Josele…

Once upon a time, Josele and Morgen intended to intertwine their lives as one. To wed and live happily ever after would’ve been one of their greatest joys, Nacht was sure. But Morgen died. And the ending that should’ve been was torn from existence.

Now, Nacht was the one to hold Josele’s hand and to whisper his adoration to her. They were boyfriend and girlfriend. But not a wedded couple. Because…

Was he deserving of a bond so sacred as marriage?

Could Nacht provide Josele with the happiness and stability necessary for a union?

Did Josele even want to get married? If she didn’t have that closure with Morgen, was it okay for Nacht to take the title of her husband?

And if they had children, what if Nacht failed as a father?

There was no way Nacht could ask Josele to marry him in his current state.

Nacht wanted to love Josele. He wished to give her every kind of joy. Despite his inadequate self, he wanted more for Josele.

He raised his eyes and spied Josele on the other side of the room, peacefully chatting away with the day’s bride and a circle of friends. Josele smiled and lived with an open heart. She made the most of her life after all the pain she suffered. Her life wasn’t perfect but it was one that made Josele happy.

And that life included Nacht. He made her happy.

If I reached out to Josele, Nacht thought while looking at his palm. A smile crossed his face. She would surely take my hand.

Nacht had his resolve.

When Josele placed herself in the back of the crowd for the bouquet toss, Nacht decided that was the moment to approach. He rose up from the shadows beside Josele.

“Josele?” Nacht extended his hand toward her. “I’ve been thinking abou—” Suddenly, he felt a weight. “Hm?”

In his hands was Solara’s bouquet.

There was a shout for a retoss only for Yami to insist that Nacht keep the bouquet. It was Solara’s gentle coaxing that got the crowd to leave things as they were and disperse. A few amongst the women muttered and grumbled but no one made a scene of themselves.

Nacht watched Solara as she left her position at the front for elsewhere, likely to be with Fuegoleon. She was a relaxed and thoughtful person to be sure, Nacht thought while mentally thanking her.

“Good catch,” Josele remarked with a teasing smile and put a hand on Nacht’s arm.

“I… suppose…” Nacht stared at the bouquet, at the beautiful bloom and their loving arrangement. “Actually I…” His heart started to race. But he pushed the words out, “was thinking about something like this…”

“For what?” Josele asked with a giggle. Her head tilted to the side, giving away her slight confusion.

Nacht glanced around them. The people. Too many eyes and ears.

Josele, seeing Nacht’s watchful gaze and sensing his hesitation, asked, “You were saying something?”

“Yes…”

Nacht took another glance around the room. There were a couple of dirty looks from some women, but overall, he and Josele were being overlooked. Nacht gripped the bouquet in one hand and took Josele’s in his other, then guided her out onto the balcony.

Nacht closed the balcony door behind him and even set up Shadow Veil to further hide himself and Josele.

“So what’s on your mind?” Josele asked as the two of them took a few more steps away from the door.

“I have a question for you,” Nacht stated without hesitation. He took Josele’s hand once more then bent down on one knee. Josele’s eyes went wide.

“Josele, for as long as we’ve known each other, I’ve done a poor job in showing my love for you. I hid my feelings from you, tried to avoid them for years, and dragged my feet even when we became a couple. All because I felt unworthy of you. But I’ve realized that I was being a fool. You’ve shown love and patience, granted me forgiveness, and taught me how to heal.”

Nacht felt himself choke up and tear up. He kept his eyes on Josele, who looked to be close to tears too, and tightened his grip on her hand to ground himself.

“Everything that you are, everything you’ve given me, I love it all. I want to declare that with confidence and clarity.”

Nacht raised the bouquet in his other hand, offering it in place of a ring.

“And so I ask you, my darling star, will you marry me?”

Josele seemed to glow as she beamed at Nacht and whispered ever so sweetly, “Yes, I will.”

.....

Knk knk knk.

“Enter right in, please!” a cheery voice called to Nacht.

Nacht stepped into the room. Candles set up at various points throughout the room dimly lit the space. Heinrich sat in an armchair with a book in one hand, a pen in the other, and a notepad on his lap.

“Good afternoon, Grandson,” Heinrich greeted with a smile and wave.

“Yes, hello… G-grandfather…” The familiar word felt strange on Nacht’s tongue but it would’ve also felt awkward to deny his and Heinrich’s connection. “Are you busy with something?”

Heinrich chuckled, “I am familiarizing myself with modern medicine practices, that is all. Time and knowledge certainly has changed.”

“I see…”

“Now, what is the nature of your visitation, child?” Heinrich set aside his book and notes to his desk.

Nacht glanced back at the door.

“I… Have a favor to ask,” Nacht muttered, feeling his heart shake. “I know that there’s still much that you and I have to learn about each other but this is a matter of the family and…”

“If it concerns the family’s history, I fear I cannot be of aid,” Heinrich remarked with a serious look. “I started the Faust tradition of devil worship but I had no say in its direction, as I was locked in the Underworld.”

“Wha—? No no no!” Nacht exclaimed and waved his arms. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not…” He shook his head then looked at Heinrich again. “It’s not about that.”

Heinrich quirked a brow upwards.

“Josele and I… plan on getting married,” Nacht stated simply. “And we would be honored if you could bear witness.”

Silently, Heinrich’s eyes widened and his lips parted in a look of surprise. After a moment, Heinrich smiled in a way tinged by sadness.

“You know, I never got a chance to see my son grow and marry,” Heinrich whispered, his voice soft and wistful. He rose from his seat and approached Nacht with a hug. “It’s not the same but… I’d love to attend.”

“Grandfather…” Nacht hesitated before returning the gesture. “… Thank you.”

.....

“Stupid weeds,” Ida hissed as she used her magic to dig into the garden’s soil. Charmy’s vegetable garden had been taken over by dandelions and it had been left to Ida and Josele to remove them. “Why are the roots so deep?!”

“Because the plant doesn’t want to move,” Josele answered while she added another fully uprooted plant to her bucket. “Just keep at it. We’ll have nice dandelion greens to eat later once we’re done.”

Ida shook her head at Josele and said, “I’m not eating weeds, Josy.” She maintained her magic only to pause when Josele crouched beside her. “Hm? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No, no,” Josele said quietly. “Just keep going. I wanna say something.” Ida nodded and let Josele continue. “I remember when Morgen and I were engaged. You were so excited, going on and on about how I was gonna be your big sister.”

Ida flushed. Josele was the closest thing she had to a sister, or even a mother at times. Even before the engagement, Ida called her “big sister,” to Josele’s embarrassment. And when it was so close to becoming real, Josele officially being her sister-in-law, of course Ida was happy. She practically clung to Josele whenever she wasn’t with Morgen.

“L-look, I was a kid…”

“It was cute,” Josele assured as she put a hand on Ida’s shoulder. “And I hope you’re just as excited this time. Only now, I’m going to marry Nacht.”

“Huh?!” Ida snapped her head in Josele’s direction. “Holy shit! You and Nacht—! Did he finally get a fucking clue?!”

“Mhm! Nacht proposed.” Josele then put a finger to her lips and whispered, “But we need to keep it secret. For now, it’ll just be a family affair, okay?”

Ida rolled her eyes but nodded regardless. With a smile, Josele went back to digging up weeds elsewhere. By gods, it’s really happening… Ida glanced over her shoulder. You sure kept me waiting, Josy. Smiling to herself, she got back to work. But I guess Nacht made you wait too.

.....

In the quiet of a large study, Queen Discordia of Lumi Kingdom wrote her signature on another document. Bureaucracy wasn’t fun but it was what she signed up for when she married Moros.

It could be worse, Discordia thought to herself while setting aside her quill. At least I have company these days. She looked to her right and smiled at Harmonia, her daughter, sitting in a high chair and clinging to a small plush. “Hello, little angel.”

“Ma!” Harmonia babbled and giggled.

Discordia laughed then poked Harmonia’s cheek. The princess laughed more. The servants could’ve watched Harmonia, but Discordia preferred having her baby close to her. Because it meant she could have moments like that with her daughter.

All of a sudden, Discordia sensed negative mana in the room. A devil’s presence.

Discordia stood and picked up Harmonia. She forged a knife from her Blood Magic as her gaze flicked across the room, searching for where the intruder would appear. Her eyes fell to the floor, to her shadow at her feet. Discordia gripped her blood knife more tightly.

She was no fighter but if she needed to—

Gimodelo’s round head popped out.

“Her Gracious Majesty Discordia!” the devil exclaimed as he floated up. “I bring to you a letter of great importance from Master Nacht!” He held out an envelope.

Discordia, after dismissing her spell and setting Harmonia down, took the letter. Even after they reconnected, Nacht didn’t contact her often. And now a letter… What did Nacht have to tell her that he couldn’t simply travel over to say himself or have his devil explain directly?

[Dear Discordia,]

[Greetings to you, Moros, and Harmonia. I hope all is well and I presume as such given yours and the king’s active role in Spade’s reconstruction. Thank you once again for—]

“Oh by the gods Nacht, get to the point!” Discordia groaned. Shaking her head, she skimmed the letter until she stepped on the word “invite.” She went to the start of that particular sentence.

[I understand that, as Queen and a mother, you are busy but I wish to invite you to Clover for a special occasion: mine and Josele’s wedding. It’ll be small, only the signing of legal papers and a dinner thereafter, but it’s still our wedding. I can arrange to transport you so you don’t need to be away from Lumi longer than necessary. Please answer promptly as the date of the union is in two week’s time. Whether or not you can attend, it fills me with joy to tell you this news.]

[Sincerely, Nacht]

Discordia blinked. She read the letter. Blinked again. Read again.

“If you need time to consi—Eep!” Gimodelo yelped when Discordia grabbed his body out of the air. “Your Graci—”

“Tell my cousin I have every intention of attending,” she stated, enunciating each syllable with purpose. “Would you please?”

“Y-yes, your Majesty!”

Discordia released Gimodelo and the little devil dove headfirst into her shadow.

“Nacht and Josele…” Discordia looked out the window at Lumi’s gloomy sky. “Morgen… You’re happy for them, yes? I’m sure you are but… You’re probably a little jealous too.”

She imagined the look on Morgen’s face, a wide grin where he closed his eyes to hide the tears in his eyes. Discordia shook away the thought. It didn’t matter. Josele and Morgen were married in spirit as far as anyone was concerned. And now, it was Nacht and Josele’s turn to be united.

“A wedding, hm?” Discordia turned to Harmonia, who cooed and reached for her. “Looks like we’ll need to get you a new dress!”

.....

The special day was soon at hand.

Josele received a communication from the Crimson Lion Kings’ base and she hurried there. When she arrived, Solara wasn’t the only one waiting for her but Fuegoleon as well. Josele didn’t say anything but there was confusion on her face as she approached.

“I can’t keep a secret from my husband,” Solara sheepishly explained.

Josele gave a faint “Ah, okay” before accepting the parcel Solara had for her. She turned to Fuegoleon. “Thank you again for the invitation. I hope you two are making each other happy.”

“We are indeed,” Fuegoleon answered, smiling. “You and Nacht, we wish you well also.”

“May the fates be kind to you both,” said Solara.

The women shared a quick hug. Fuegoleon saw Josele off with a firm handshake. As Fuegoleon and Solara watched Josele leave, Solara glanced at her husband.

“Is something the matter?”

“… I never expected to start a friendship with her after…” He didn’t finish his sentence, as there was no need. “But I suppose we can never truly expect what bonds will form between people.”

“It certainly seems to be the case.” Solara bumped Fuegoleon with her shoulder. “Next thing you know, our child will be courting theirs.”

Wife and husband shared a laugh as they returned inside.

.....

Acylla whistled when she saw the final product as Nacht displayed it to her.

I might go into the jewelry business if I ever retire from the Bulls, Acylla mused. Then, she said, “Looks like you got them straight from the night sky, dang!”

“Thanks in great part to you,” Nacht stated with an uncharacteristically warm grin.

“Oh! Well, you know…” Acylla flicked some hair over her shoulder and smirked. “It’s for Jojo after all.” She waited for a second. “Right, you’re getting married too.”

Nacht snorted, “Ah, thank you for reminding me. I was wondering why I’d gotten these in the first place.” He closed the box and stored it away in his shadow.

Fighting back her laughter, Acylla smacked Nacht’s arm.

“If you joked like that more, the rest of the squad would like you too!” Acylla then placed her hand on Nacht’s shoulder. “Be good to Josele, okay?”

“Wha—? But aren’t I—?”

“Be better then. Wait no!” Acylla jabbed Nacht’s chest with a single finger. “You need to be the best to Jojo! Got that?”

Nacht stared at Acylla for a moment. She stared him in the eyes with a serious look, but he didn’t feel any danger from her. With a warm sensation in his chest, Nacht pulled Acylla into a hug.

“Got it.”

.....

Josele stood in the foyer of Faust Manor with Ida and Heinrich. The only people missing were Nacht and Discordia, as the Shadow Mage had left to retrieve his cousin for the ceremony.

“How does it feel to finally become ‘Mrs. Josele Faust’?” Ida asked while patting her soon-to-be sister-in-law’s shoulder.

“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Josele answered. “Not after having to wait more than ten years…”

“Shouldn’t be much longer now,” Heinriched whispered, smiling casually.

Barely second after Heinrich had spoken, Nacht and Discordia rose from the shadows. Nacht carried something over his shoulder while Discordia held up Harmonia.

“You made it!” Josele exclaimed and approached Discordia. The women embraced each other, mindful of Harmonia between them. “And it’s good to see—Oh gosh!” Josele squealed while shaking Harmonia’s hands. “Don’t you look precious!”

Discordia beamed as Josele fawned over Harmonia in her frilly, blush pink dress and matching headband.

“Well we couldn’t come to a wedding underdressed,” Discordia remarked and adjusted her hold on Harmonia. “Speaking of…” She gave Josele a once over, finally noticing that Josele was in her regular attire, squad robe included. “Will you need help with your dress?”

“Oh.” Josele gave a half-hearted laugh. “Actually, Nacht and I weren’t dressing up. Since there’s no fancy ceremony…”

Slack-jawed, Discordia looked at Ida and Heinrich, both of whom awkwardly shrugged. She then turned to Nacht who nodded silently. She took a deep breath.

“No. Absolutely not,” Discordia declared, raising her head high. “I refuse to let you marry in such a drab manner.”

“Drab?” Josele squawked.

Discordia’s grimoire rose to her side and two tendrils of blood took what Nacht had been carrying, a pair of garment bags. A third tendril pushed him next to Josele.

“I suppose my gifts will see use sooner than I expected…”

“I told you gifts weren't necessary,” Nacht groaned.

“Quiet,” Discordia snapped back. “Nacht and Joey, as your cousin first and Queen of Lumi Kingdom second, I present these to you. May they be the first of many gifts and luxuries you enjoy in marriage.”

The blood tendrils opened the garment bags. The first held a full suit: all black save for the dress shirt, with golden buttons and hem detailing on the vest and jacket. The second had a knee-length dress inside: black with a ruffled, off-the-shoulder neckline and a purple ribbon tied into a bow at the waist. The fabric and sewing technique gave away the high quality.

“Dia, they’re lovely,” Josele whispered as she stroked the dress’s fabric.

“And you’ll wear them today, won’t you?”

“Since you went out of your way to bring them, we couldn’t possibly refuse.” Josele then looked to Nacht. “Right, honey?”

Nacht sighed but smiled. “I suppose we’ll be wearing them eventually…”

“Excellent!” Discordia cheered and clapped her hands, albeit a bit awkwardly with Harmonia in her arms. “Let’s get you looking like a bride, Joey!”

…..

“Uh… Aren’t those…?”

The priest officiating the wedding pointed to Gimodelo, Plumede, Slotos, and Walgner as they stood alongside the members of House Faust, watching the proceedings. The clerk awkwardly kept her eyes down on the paperwork that would be signed.

“Devils? Yes they are,” Nacht answered while avoiding the priest’s gaze. “Please don’t mind.”

The priest took a deep breath and nodded. With that, he began his speech. Words regarding marriage and the sacredness of it were spoken. When prompted, Josele and Nacht each gave their “I do”s. Then, the priest indicated that it was time to share the vows.

Nacht went first.

“Josele, my guiding star, my guardian angel. They say ‘if you love someone, let them go. And if they return, they are meant to be yours.’ We’ve lived through that saying, and now I’ll hold onto you for eternity. I love everything about you, from your smile to your kindness to the sight of you asleep. Though I struggled to show it in the past, my love for you is real. It’s stronger than any devil and will last forevermore. Nothing will keep us apart from now on. If devils from the depths of the Underworld were to come and wish you harm, I'd be there to protect you. I know it from the depths of my soul. I don't ask for all of your heart, but however much of it you offer, I wish to protect it with all that I am.”

Then it was Josele’s turn.

“Nacht, my darling prince who guards me from the shadows. You are half my world, half of my heart. I love your earnest efforts, steadfast devotion, and how you find a way to show your love, even if it takes some time. It’s worth the wait though, you’re worth the wait. All the joys and pains we've experienced together affirm my undying love for you. Should you ever find yourself lost in grief or threatened by mortal pain, I’ll be there beside you, saving you as you saved me. I would walk through Hell to find you and guide you home and then to Heaven's gates. I love you for who you once were, the man you've grown to become, and who you will be in the future.”

Where their audience was seated, there was a range of reactions. The Bremen devils were openly weeping over the words shared. Heinrich fanned his face with fervor and tears visible in his eyes. Ida wore a poker face but the tears streaming down her face told another story. As for Discordia, she smiled as she dabbed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

The exchange of non-rings came next.

Though not traditional, the necklace and earrings that were exchanged were given as tokens of Josele and Nacht’s love, their bond. Each in their own way reminded the couple of darknesses in their pasts, but also made way for brighter, more beautiful futures.

“Nacht,” Josele whispered once he wore the earrings. “Do I look…?” She tilted her head to the side, causing the light to reflect differently, as if to frame Josele’s beauty in the glow.

“Absolutely breathtaking…”

Josele let out a squeak and turned her suddenly red face away.

“Ugh, get a room!” Ida called from her seat.

“Shush! Really now?” scolded Heinrich.

“We know they’re going to fuck later so I don’t—”

“With the exchange done!” the priest yelled over Ida. His outburst got everyone’s attention back on track. He cleared his throat and resumed. “With the exchange of jewels complete, by the authority invested in me by God, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He turned to Nacht. “You may kiss the bride.”

As both beamed brighter than the sun, Nacht and Josele kissed one another.

Happy. Eager. Warm. Fulfilled. Those emotions and many more were wrapped in a single kiss.

It was a moment that was built upon years of longing and heartache. On hidden feelings of love and overwhelming fears. Uncertain confessions led to hesitating embraces which grew in confidence each time they touched. Until eventually, Josele and Nacht were able to profess their love plainly, as their affection for one another was a fact of life to them.

There was no shedding the guilt and pain they’d felt over the years. Not entirely. But their love made the heavy memories an easier burden. One made even lighter by the fact that it was theirs to share.

Josele was the first to pull from the kiss. Just enough to look at Nacht through teary eyes. Nacht gave Josele a second kiss, a fleeting peck, before their guests, their family, rushed up to them.

“Congratulations!” Heinrich proclaimed. “What a handsome pair you make!”

“Let’s get a better look at those jewels, shall we?” giggled Discordia “My my my! How exquisite!”

“What the hell, you two? Did you have to go and make me cry?” Ida said as she slapped Nacht on the back. “You're so fucking mushy, it's gross…”

There were smiles, tears, and laughter as the joy of Nacht and Josele's marriage filled each person's heart.

…..

Later, after the paperwork was signed making the union as official as it could be, the family returned to Faust Manor for dinner.

“Your cooking is absolutely lovely,” Discordia remarked before taking a sip of wine. “But why not get something catered on your special day?”

“Mm, we just felt like doing it ourselves,” Josele replied. She turned her attention to Harmonia, who she had bouncing on her knee. “Plus, all that work makes holding this little cutie pa-tootie all the more rewarding! Yes you are, Harmonia! You’re just the cutest little thing in the world! Such a sweet little baby!” She lifted up Harmonia and blew a raspberry into the baby’s cheek, making her squeal in delight.

Ida snickered, “Oh-ho boy! Hope you’re ready for a work out, Nacht. Something tells me that your wife wants to be a mom real soon.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully before taking another bite of food.

Nacht, pink in the face, scowled but gave Ida no reply. Giggling softly, Josele leaned over and kissed Nacht’s cheek, making his blush grow deeper but also breaking his frown.

“No need to rush having kids,” Heinrich said with a blithe grin. “They’ll happen when they happen.”

“But you’ll have kids eventually, right?” Discordia questioned. “You’d be wonderful parents. But also, I would love for Harmonia to have cousins.”

“We’ve discussed it,” Josele started to say while letting Harmonia grasp her hand. “We’ll have kids.”

“But not right now,” Nacht said, finishing Josele’s statement. He held Josele’s free hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

Josele and Nacht knew they would have kids. But that was a thought for later on in the future.

At least for the time being, they would settle for being married, as it was only one of many milestones paving their future life. They’d linger on the joy of calling each other “husband” and “wife.” Though the words would be sweetly whispered, like a secret, for a short while. Others would be told of Nacht and Josele’s marriage, eventually.

Until then, the small circle of their family and the shadows were witnesses to their union.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #nacht faust #black clover oc #josele canty #nacsele #soda's ocs #laura's oc #solara equinox #fuelara #marune's oc #heinrich faust #ida faust #lyra's oc #discordia helheim #harmonia helheim #taja's oc #acylla rhine #aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! this was something to write! #love how the faust family comes together to welcome josele in through her marriage to nacht

[elysianluv]

You've left so many nice comments on Embers!!! 😭🥺💕💕 I've been smiling while reading them 🥺💕 And I love the "now.. kiss" 😂 But I take it that you don't want to know in which chapter they actually do kiss 😏😁

But seriously speaking, I'm glad that you like it! 😭🥺💕

oh, so they've already kissed 👀☕ (ahakshsh i haven't gotten very far yet)

laura darling, i cannot express how much i love solara 😭 seriously, this girl being all formal and then inner lara™ just going beserk in fue's presence, pleaseeee this is what i'm here for, they're both so adorable 😭💕💕 i've been wanting to fangirl about this fic all day ahaksnsbajsbs it's written so well??? laura. laura. i will cry,,,a piece of art literally. the fuelara interactions legitimately breathe life into my soul — so much,,,tenderness? the way they're so careful around each other and cherishing the fragile ropes that navigate the beginning of their relationship...my goodness, you really did that. they're kinda flirting too, in that unintentional i–fell–so–hard–my–feelings–are–seeping–through–my–words sort of way and just ahhhhh that's the good stuff right there. i really do like embers laura, it made me all soft, as you can see <3

#excuse me while i fangirl :/ #embers is my soul food :( #i love :( #you really did both fuegoleon and solara justice #✰ — fue's wifey 💕 #sera's stars <3

[kalolasfantasyworld]

My take on Solara Equinox

She belongs to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

#black clover #fanart #digital art #fuegoleon vermillion #fanfic #solara equinox #fuegoleon x solara #not my oc #oc: solara equinox #she's so gorgeous #mellon soup reference #black clover oc #black clover fanart #fuelara #my mutual's oc <3 #my artstyle #my art

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

(Pokes my head in) So Laura… can I get your thoughts on Solara x Fuegoleon for the ship ask game? 👉👈/lh

(Pokes head out)

Soooo.... I'm totally not biased by aaaannnnyyyy means when it comes to this ship (yeah, really totally nooottt...) But I find it to make sense, and compel me.

I think that Fuegoleon and Solara compliment each other, while still being very different from each other. He is definitely much more structured, organized, do-it-by-the-book -type, and a lot more calm individual than Solara, but they come from a genuine place in terms of their emotions. Sure, they have a lot of miscommunication going on in the beginning, because they're walking around their emotions, but when they come to light, they don't shy away from them, and are in it for the long run. They're both compassionate, caring and supportive of each other, and they're not trying to make life into a fairy tale. Rather, they're living the life they have and try to make the most of it; they're grateful for each other and the happiness that they have. They are both self-sacrificing, which is why they both take hits from time to time (in battle), but they also try to take care of themselves, because that's what the other would want. Essentially, they're trying to be sensible about a lot of the situations, but sometimes life isn't as kind.

They're just trying to live, and love each other, and I think that's beautiful~

#ship ask game #Erika #Faust fiancée #fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #lovely mutuals #wifey

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Solara's binds

My illustration for the Embers of Sun and Flame fic written by my lovely mutual @thoughtfullyrainynightmare.

I'm really enjoying reading this story and I recommend it to everyone 🧡

#fuegoleon x solara #solara equinox #Laura's OC #Embers illustration #Embers of Sun and Flame #fuegoleon vermillion #black clover fanart #black clover fanfic #lovely mutuals #fuelara

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Commissioned some Before We Have It -cover art that also functions as wedding art from the lovely @sugar-gun ❤️‍🔥 Just look at them!! I love this painting ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #before we have it #embers of sun and flame #commissioned art #I have very little words now only giggling and incoherent screams

[lyranova]

Hiya guys! This is the SFW version of @thoughtfullyrainynightmare 's request for my event, I thought it would be a good idea to post both versions for those that love this couple but don't really like the spicy content 🥰! I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 860

Warnings: Lots of Kissing, Slight Jealousy

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Fuegoleon wasn’t a jealous man, oh no he certainly wasn’t, he was more…attentive. Yeah, that was it, he was a very attentive person, especially when it came to his wife Solara. So when he saw her politely talking and laughing with Randall Luftair, he couldn’t help but feel extra attentive. He watched from a distance as the two talked and laughed, and once the two parted, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

Solara looked up and noticed her husband staring at her and a sly smile appeared on her face, she walked towards him with her head tilted and her arms crossed.

“ Why are you standing back here?” She asked curiously. “ You should’ve come and joined our conversation.”

“ That’s alright, it looks like you two were having a good conversation of your own.” Fuegoloen said quickly and with a small pout as he turned to walk towards their shared living quarters. Solara hid her mouth behind her hand and giggled, he was jealous, and it was adorable.

She followed him to their living quarters and, once she walked into the room, she closed the door softly behind her and locked it. She watched him walk over to his favorite armchair and sit down in it, he turned his face to stare into the fire.

“ You look like a child whose favorite toy was taken away,” Solara said with a small laugh as she walked over to him. Fuegoleon pouted a little more.

“ I do not,” He muttered as he heard her giggle again before her shoes clicked against the wood floor towards him.

He suddenly watched her stand in front of him, and he turned his head to see a warm, but also mischievous, look in her eyes. She suddenly crawled into his lap, straddling his waist between her legs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“ S-Solara?” He asked hesitantly, she suddenly smirked before placing a gentle kiss against his lips.

“ Were you jealous because I was talking to Randall?” She asked with a tilt of her head, Fuegoleon looked away, but she placed her hand against his face and made him look at her again. “ Were you?”

“ I was,” He admitted, knowing full well that jealousy could be an ugly thing if it wasn’t handled properly, he suddenly watched her smile widen.

“ Why?” Fuegoleon blinked at her question.

“ Because you’re mine, and I don’t like to share.” Fuegoleon admitted softly, his voice sounding a little hoarse as he stared up at his beautiful wife.

The way the light from the fire basked her in a warm, orange glow. The way her smile made his heart skip a beat just by staring at it, and the way her smirk was mischievous but also held so much warm and love. It made him want her.

“ Funny,” She said, her voice dripping with seduction. “ Because I feel the same way about you.”

Suddenly, Fuegoleon wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist and pulled her close. He leaned up a bit and captured her lips in a passionate and fiery kiss, causing her to gasp a little in surprise before she reciprocated.

As the two parted for air, Fuegoleon got a small idea in his mind.

“ Your lips are mine,” He said, his voice still a little hoarse but dripping with heat. “ Your neck is mine.” He placed a kiss against her neck and collarbone.

“ Your chest is mine," He told her as he kissed her clothed chest. “ Your sternum, your stomach, and everything below are all mine.” He muttered after he placed a gentle and loving kiss on all the areas he listed. His wife made a small humming noise before she shook her head.

“ You forgot the most important thing that belongs to you,” Solara said softly as she opened her eyes to stare at her husband, who looked at her in confusion. “ My heart.” She finished as she placed a hand on her chest, Fuegoleon smiled before he leaned forward and placed a kiss right where her heart was.

“ I apologize, I can’t believe I forgot the most significant thing,” Fuegoleon said as he began to kiss his way back up to her lips. “ And just so you know, that way you don’t forget just as I did, my heart belongs to you as well.” He punctuated that statement with another passionate kiss against Solara’s lips.

The couple parted for air just long enough for Solara’s arms to quickly move back around her husbands neck so she could start another fiery kiss. Fuegoleon’s hands moved from around her waist to the back of her thighs, so he could pick her up and carry her to their shared bed.

He set her down on their bed and moved up a bit, so they could get more comfortable for the very warm, loving, and steamy night they had ahead of them.

And the couple wouldn't leave their room for the entire evening.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover fanfiction #black clover oc fanfiction #fuelara #fuegoleon x solara #solara x fuegoleon #fuegoleon vermillion #oc; solara

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Summary: Fuegoleon is at the Royal Capitol, seeing his men give their lives for the kingdom, and it makes him feel a vast variety of emotions, but none of them are pleasant. And Solara is far, far away from there, still with the question of should she come to Clover to fight by his side still, despite being pregnant, because she wants it all. To have a happy family. And a surprising party comes to talk to her, about just that matter Tag list: @succulentsunrise @loosesodamarble Length: ~2.4k Warnings: manga spoilers, angst, references to Solara's pregnancy

Chapter 4: "I'm sorry"

Protect the civilians…

It was his stead.

The fierce older sister was roaring behind him in the front lines, when he was reaching left and right. Just trying to get… everywhere… all places, at once. Because everyone mattered. They were all citizens of the kingdom. They were all his people. And it was his duty, his wish, to keep them all safe. For they all had families. They all had people to miss them. Lives to still live.

And he… he was a soldier.

Mereoleona might have been a warrior, but he would have described himself more as a soldier.

Is there really a difference? He thought while continuing forward.

Salamander’s flames burned around him. Burned through the enemy. But with each threat he took down, it seemed like there were ten to counter.

We’re already one Captain down…

And the ten that took one’s place… They rose a question into one’s mind:

How does one kill that which is dead?

Though perhaps that was what one should have been asking during the attack on the capitol where he lost his arm. But that was flesh. That was something that could be burned. And perhaps this could be burned too. Mereoleona seemed to be making some headway, but she was doing so far too slowly.

And the men, his men, were getting tired. Running out on mana.

Several knights short…

His eyes turned to look at the Lions, along with Mereo, fighting against that… thing that was barely a man. The one who was flaunting about a doom’s day.

“This we can do!” His men called out with more bravery than they should have.

With willingness he… he wasn’t sure he should have… condoned.

So willingly they go and give their lives… with brave hearts and passionate minds…

There was a burden in the thought; the heavy thought that crossed his tired mind. Exhausted mind.

A mind… that hadn’t quite given up. Only that it had.

It had given up on going home. It had given up on living a happy life from there on. But it hadn’t given up on the fight, quite simply because at least he wanted to die as a man.

Even when the scent, the smell of burning flesh and fabric reached him, he thought about how he should make them proud. How he should make sure that their sacrifice wasn’t in vain, even if it…

No. I can’t think that their sacrifice would be in vain. I can’t. They mattered. Every single one of them. To live or die, isn’t the question, it’s what one lives, or dies, for. And they died for the most noble cause. Which they fulfilled-, more than fulfilled with all their hearts.

There was a memory that flashed through his mind. Of a day that seemed to be so far in the distance now.

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‘The sun was shining. The birds were singing. And the horrors of Spade had been left in the dust. Even if there was still much to process, so many things to take care of and consider. But today was a happy day.

They had set up long tables in the garden to have dinner there. A kind of a barbeque. A social gathering for the Lions, along with games and drinks. Perhaps even a bit of friendly betting that was not to be mentioned. But given how Ruben called out ‘Hey Ben! I bet I can beat you in a wrestling match!’, and people gathered around, it was to be expected that some friendly bets would be placed. Something for which people would look the other way. After all, there was no real harm done.

The younger recruits would hang closer to the older ones to hear them talking about something useful, maybe tactics or methods to utilize mana, or then some interesting battle stories. Anything, really.

Laughter. Laughter rang all around the place. And it made Fuegoleon smile. To hear how his men, his knights, were enjoying themselves. How they had it good. Because it reflected how he felt about his squad.

“So, Sir, how’s the wife?” Randal had asked with a hint of a smirk in his tone.

“She is well,” he had replied with a small smirk of his own, knowing that Randal was happy about his happiness, too.

“I … hope that I’m not overstepping my boundaries when I say that… in case you require more assistance with your duties, due to the addition to the family, you need only to ask, Sir.”

He had chuckled under his breath. Because a part of it, the question, had seemed so absurd, even if it was all in accordance with what was expected of the pecking order, because they had known each other for a long time. “You are not overstepping a boundary. And the offer is very much appreciated.”

Randal had given a nod, and he had nodded in return.

“Best two out of three!” Ruben had called out from the side to Ben, making them shift their gazes towards the wrestling match.

Everyone was cheering. Or laughing. At least smiling while drinking or eating.

Everyone was happy.’

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Everyone… had been… happy.

And now, there was just the screaming, yelling of the knights who freely gave their lives for the greater good. For a greater cause than any of them individually.

But it is all the lives individually, that make up the loves collectively. Perhaps no one is special because everyone is special, but thus every single life also affects the lives around them. And it is in that collective life that we share that is the greater cause.

To say that those lives, individual lives, wouldn’t matter is down right… stupidity. Otherwise, what would be the point of me protecting these civilians? One of them? Any one of them? If there would be a reason to say that one life doesn’t matter, then ought I reason to myself which life I could turn a blind eye to while directing my energy and resources to some others?

No.

Every single one of these lives matter.

Though, one had to admit that in that very idealistic mindset that he was having, lied a fault. Or, perhaps not a fault per se, but a characteristic of how a human mind functions. Because if every life was equal to every single person, then he should either have kept Solara there, or shipped everyone out. Only then he would have granted everyone an equal chance of survival.

Every life matters… even if I can’t possibly protect everyone. I am… only one man… one person…

One person, who despite all the talk of ideals and what should be, priced the lives of his wife and children higher. Because… he was but a mortal man.

Perhaps… perhaps it makes me evil, he found himself thinking. Perhaps it makes me undeserving of her love ever again, even in afterlife if there is such a thing. Perhaps it makes me … less than good enough to ever see my children.

Perhaps it makes me evil.

If he could have sighed, he would have. But that was one thing in which his body didn’t stretch. Not at that moment. Not at that time.

A liar. After all I promised her that it’d be alright. I told her that there was nothing to be done… though it seems, that all there is to do is for us to die for a rightful cause.

The weight of the words he had given her, to make her leave, echoed in the dusts of his mind.

A liar. A deserted. A sorry… not even a sorry excuse of a husband and a father.

He grit his teeth. Bit down his molars so hard that he thought them to shatter in his mouth.

Barely a captain…

Being a husband and a father might have been the feats that he was most proud of. But… after them he was a knight. He was a captain.

Not even a knight… All the things… I tried to be, all the aspirations I held… it is all… gone… lost… what am I…even? If I can’t be … if I can’t hold my head high and say with conviction that I am a leader, an honest, loyal spouse and a loving father…

What am I even?

Nothing more than a pebble on the side of the road… with no purpose…

And yet he was there. Doing everything in his power to stand between the civilians and the enemy. Because… that was the only thing he knew how to do. To move forward. Even if it was the mere mechanic movement of his limbs, rather than his heart or head. He just didn’t know how to stop. Become stagnant and still.

He didn’t know how to. He wasn’t able to.

Or perhaps… it was his attempt to be a pebble. Prick the soles of the enemy walking on that road. Maybe even a pebble would have a purpose.

I’m sorry… for all that I did, and all that I failed to do, failed to be… he wasn’t sure who he was apologizing to exactly. But… perhaps it wasn’t anyone in particular. Or then it was everyone in particular.

I am sorry for… staying… weak…

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The sun had risen from the east, but with it there came a strange purple, reddish hue that painted the skyline. One that was usually seen during nightfall, not in the morning. And with it there had been an eerie feeling to Solara, one that she couldn’t exactly place. One that she couldn’t… reason beyond knowing that this would be the day. The day of judgement.

The day she’d become a widow.

A widow… she looked at her wedding band, right next to the engagement ring, while holding onto the pendant around her neck in her right hand.

None of it felt real, of the idea of being, or still becoming, a widow. A single mother.

I can still… feel… the way the pendant is… there is mana there. I’m sure of it. It feels… like it’s pulsating. It feels… alive, so he must be too. He must be alive… too. I’m sure of it. He needs to be alive. He just needs to.

She clutched onto the piece of jewellery, like her life dependent on it. Or rather, like his life dependent on it. She held onto it with the absurd fear that if she let go, then he’d be gone as well. That somehow, she was holding him in this world, in this life. When she knew that there was no such thing in reality.

She held no such power.

And yet… it felt like she had to.

She needed to hold onto it. Because what kind of a wife would she have been, if she hadn’t?

I’m sorry… my love… for not doing enough. For not doing more. Because I… simply don’t know what more to do? What options do I have, if I’m not there? And even if I was there, I’m not… sure what all could I do, without posing a harm to our children. No matter how I look at it, I just… there is no making sure that they’d be alright. And it… it means that I…

That I… should… give up on you… that I… she could feel the burning, hot tears climbing to her throat as she thought about it.

There was a crumble of pebbles underneath someone’s footsteps, which made her turn her head, and instantly regret it.

“[Hey…]”

“[What are you doing here Val?]”

“[I…]” he cleared his throat. “[Thought you might like some company?]”

“[Actually, I’d rather be alone right now.]”

There was a brief pause in the air. A moment of silence, which was broken, just as easily as it had appeared. “[Oh…]”

“[In any case, I’m sure that you have your hands full with the new mana barriers being calibrated.]”

“[Not as much as one might think,]” he thought out loud, while sitting down onto the bench next to her, although some distance away. A good, one person’s width away.

“[But still, somewhat hands full.]”

There was another pause, during which neither of them really knew how to be. What to say or what to do. But neither did either of them back down from the interaction.

“[So… you will stay in Thea?]” He asked, making her stand up from the spot.

“[For Gods’ sake Val! He’s not even dead yet!]” She spat, cursing herself for ever thinking that he could ever move on.

“[That’s not what I meant.]” He argued, still keeping his tone calm and collected.

“[Then, oh please tell me, enlighten me, what on earth could you have meant?]” She exclaimed with sarcasm oozing from her tone.

“[I…]��� he cleared his throat again. “[Hear that you have the means to go back.]”

She stared at him, eyes wide and filled with disbelief and disgust. So, many emotions turned and tumbled in her that she wasn’t sure how to call them all, but each and every one of them were lined with but one emotion: anger.

“[Of course. Of course I have the means to go back. The Tree ensured it.]”

“[So, I thought.]”

“[And?]”

“[And… I though that you’d like to go back.]”

Yet another statement she wasn’t expecting, but it didn’t cause her anger to lessen in the least.

“[If only I was not with child.]” This time her tone had gained the frosts of winter. Another kind of anger, another kind of wrath.

“[Yes. It is troublesome.]”

“[You dare call my children ‘’troublesome’?!]” She screamed, jumping from frost to blazing heat.

“[No, just the state in which you are, for the time being.]”

“[Oh go to Hell Val. I don’t need this.]” She turned around to leave the sight, only to hear him still call to her.

“[Then, perhaps you don’t want my peace offering?]”

She stopped.

And thought. For a few moments. For what ‘peace offering’ could he possibly have that would ease her state of mind? What could he possibly give her, that would help in this predicament that she was in?

But it was enough for her to glance over her shoulder as her hand still held onto the pendant.

“[I don’t believe in blessings. But I believe I have the next best thing. For your situation.]”

But the thing about blessings was: they usually come with a price.

#the vows me made #black clover fanfiction #fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #oc x canon #if you want a tag please tell ^^

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Summary:

Solara makes a decision, about what to do with her situation.

(Yes, loosing the WIP made me want to finish this more)

Tag list: @succulentsunrise @loosesodamarble

Content: This series contains themes and topics some may find uncomfortable, which is why reader discretion is advised. However, it is mostly canon typical content. References and mentions to Solara's pregnancy, angst, one mention of blood, war themes (because canon), manga spoilers, general theme of hopelessness Lenght: ~3.4k

Chapter 5: Solara's choice

How did it come to this... I never thought that I’d be here again, standing in this laboratory, staring at an armour. Which... he was relieved from his duties when it came to crafting my armour. But suppose old habits die hard. Or then it’s just as he says it is... He had one almost ready, and he merely finished it.

Just for this occasion. This purpose...

How convenient...

But I suppose that a beggar can’t be a chooser.

If this is the choice I want to make... If I want to take the chance and ... And...

“[The armour is encased with runes that will ensure habitable conditions for the children, if not left alone for too long. That is to say, if they’re not left as they are. Since your body and the amniotic fluid there are the main sources of providing nutrients and a growing environment for them. The magic merely allows these conditions to stay more stable, as well as maintains them for a given period of time if the mother dies. Which is why there is also a communication device linked to the mother’s heartbeat that will trigger a signal once the beat goes quiet unexpectedly, and allows for the remains to be teleported back along with the children.]”

I... I don’t know... Why would he make such a thing...? Because... it’s so... twisted... the idea of... sending someone like this to battle?...

Though I guess it could be used just as protection while fleeing too...

It could be used as a ... shield. Nothing more.

And... at least they’d be...

Back...

But motherless...

Fatherless...

Orphans...

Would I want to do that to my children? Our children...?

It would be me... making a choice I don’t think I... can make... am allowed to make...

Am I allowed to make such a decision? I don’t... People make such decisions. About other people’s lives.

If it was just my own, then I could. Quite easily I could, but...

In that moment, she didn’t know if she liked it better, to have been offered such a choice, such an option to take. Because if she hadn’t been, she could just have wallowed in the remnants of the lack of possibilities she had. She could just have been the almost-but-hopefully-not-soon-to-be-weeping-widow. She could have been just that.

But the fates had, through the most unlikely route, offered her a rope.

However, she didn’t know if it was made from the gilded threads of fate, spun into that rope, or if it was just a noose, made out of good intentions. If even that.

I can’t just... this kind of a choice... I shouldn’t... have to choose... Because... But... I want it... all... I want our children to have a father, to play with them, be with them, raise them and just... exist... I can’t... And I’m just...

I want... it all...and...

And...

...and...

What do I want?

What do I want.... more?

Out of the all that I want, what is the ... more? The most?

I think... it’d... if... when I have to...say ‘or’, instead of ‘and’...

“[With the aid of Category 4 mana storing crystals, it was possible to make the armour compress in the form of a gauntlet. In case there is mana being supplied to the crystals, they’re able to transform the mana into category 4 mana in the form that is most suited for a process to take place. Meaning, if the armour is compressed, it will decompress and vice versa.]”

Solara nodded, grasping only about half of the explanation.

But can I really... no... it’s not a... it’s not something that I’d have the right to choose. Right...? The kind of...

It’d be...

Why am I offered this choice? ... Would it rather be... easier if I could just ... settle in being... nearly... a widow... instead of having to choose... because.. if I don’t, is it not the same as having his blood on my hands? Choosing to stay, would it not be the same, as ... leaving him to die... alone. And it that another kind of murder? To not do, when offered the opportunity to do something?

And yet... if I choose the other then... there might also be...

What kind of a mother, what kind of a person would I be if I chose to go...? What kind of a spouse, what kind of a person would I be if I chose to stay...?

What kind of a ... person... do I want to... be...?

What kind of...

“[It is free for you to take if you so wish. And since you don’t have a lot of time to decide, I take it that you should say it now.]”

I know damn well that there isn’t a lot of time! It was painted all over the horizon! What day today is. And how it’ll mean... How the colours of...  The dawn was the colour of... red... crimson... vermillion... the colours that I ...like...

...

That I ...like...

There was a hand, an arm, reaching out, closer to her, holding a gauntlet.

“[So, will you?]”

Will I... what will I do...? Take it...? ... Will I... what was... the question?

The hand, stayed still, expecting a reply.

But all she could do, was stare at it.

The hand. The gauntlet.

I’m... supposed to... choose...

What kind of a person... will I be...

Now that I have ... a choice... then...

What... should I... do...?

What cruel fate decided that I must... have ... a ...choice...

Or did I always... have one...?

My. Choice...

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“Come to bed, my love. It’s late,” he beckoned with a smile, looking at her from the bed, under the covers, while leaning against the headboard of the bed with a book in hand.

The corners of her mouth tugged up into a tender smile that was laced with a veil of amusement. “Never did I imagine that you’d be telling me to come to bed, because it’s late,” she teased.

“I have asked you to come to bed, many times,” he noted with faint amusement.

“No... You have carried me to bed many times,” she corrected with a chuckle.

“I don’t recall you objecting.”

“I didn’t. But it isn’t quite ‘requesting’,” she smirked while making her way across the room.

“It is... an adamant request,” he told her, very factually, enunciating the words with care, while trying to contain the smile, the smirk, but just for the sake of sounding more convincing.

“Oh? An adamant request you say?” She stopped at the foot of the bed, while crossing her arms, and looking at him with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow.

“Mhm...” he hummed. “And, I’m afraid, that if you don’t comply, I will have to be adamant this night as well.”

“Oh I am very scared,” she purred, taking a step back.

“Mhm.”

“Mhm.”

He placed the book onto the bed, while keeping his eyes on her, and pushed the covers aside.

And she, she stayed in place, looking at the careful, strong, gentle motions that he made. Every single one of them more determined and driven than the last.

His gaze lingered on her, as if a target, a lion in the wild; knowing what was desired. Knowing what he wished to do. Who he wished to wrap into his embrace and carry into the bed, just to keep her there, safe and sound; their chests heaving against each other in unison, as their hearts sang the same song, but which the mortal ears of the neither of them could hear. But they wouldn’t need to. They wouldn’t need to hear the song, just like they wouldn’t need to see the gilded ropes of fate, spun from threads. It was enough for them to feel the tender emotions which was as if a blessing from the heavens above.

“You’re not running very fast,” he teased while standing in front of her, close enough for her to feel his warmth through the air, smell the lingering scent of lavender that by now had combined with the faintest of traces of jasmine.

“Maybe I don’t want to run away from you,” she swayed in place, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips.

“Hmm... then why are you not coming to bed?” He asked, while wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

“Maybe I want you to carry me to bed,” she placed her hands onto his chest, letting her fingers play with the collar of his t-shirt. “Or maybe...” her eyes flickered again as she bit her lips.

And he knew that look. It made him chuckle and tilt his head to the side.

So by the time she jumped, wrapping her legs around his middle, and pressed her mouth against his, he was ready.

His arms held her, securely and without a falter, above the ground, carrying her to bed.

And as he sat down, laid down onto the bed, she followed his movements. Balanced them out, only to press herself against him in the end. Because she’d call him to her, only so that she might follow him, balance him, complete him, just like he did to her.

They might have both been their own people. As incomplete and imperfect as anyone else. But together their imperfections played together,  danced together, completed each other in a way like no other.

A pair of imperfect people, who, together, might not have been perfect. But, the stars only knew, they might have been a little more perfect than alone.

---

She sat on top of the statue. Carved in the shape of the Queen. But unlike the statues, her gaze wasn’t to the open ocean. Hers was to the island. The Queendom.

Home.

One home.

The home my children... will know... the place our children will... call... home....

There was a breeze that played with her hair, making it sway around. But she barely noticed it. She barely felt it. Acknowledged it.

There was only the cold stone, block of granite under her, as well as the piece of metal, in the shape of a gauntlet, in her hands.

We stood here once. Together. I think we talked about if I was the first person you had ever kissed. And I told you that you weren’t. That I got my first kiss on that beach there. But I knew, right there and then, that it wasn’t forever. That it wasn’t the kind of a kiss that I enjoyed. That he wasn’t for me. But I don’t think I said those things to you. Because you frowned. Looking displeased. But you understood that it was the me I was back then. Young and ... naive. When I was searching, but figured that I’d need to find someone who was sweeter than my solitude, in order for me to want to share my life.

And you understood that I found that in you.

Because I was here, with you. Talking about life. The future. The past and the present. And what we had in that moment, was hope. We had an idea of a shared future; a bright one.

And... I think I showed you... for the first time... how my mana is, without the spells that bind. When I’m not exhausted. Consumed... I think that was when you saw, for the first time, a pool of sunlight collecting beneath your feet.

A river of starlight.

Because the sun, is also a star.

Even if it doesn’t hold the symbol of hope.

And you kissed me. You kissed me with the kind of an adoration that you always did. You kissed me and told me that I was beautiful. But I don’t think it was because of my magic. Because of the mana, spread around under our feet or in the air.

I think you told me, that I’m beautiful, because you thought... that I. Me. The person that I am, was beautiful.

But that wasn’t the most important part of that discussion.

Because we also talked about children.

We talked, and we made a promise.

A vow, of a kind, to each other.

Or was it just me? Was I the only one to ask you to make the vow?

No. I think I made it too. We made it together.

To always... Always. Put out children first.

We promised. You promised.

I. Promised.

To put our children first. No matter what.

...

So... what kind of a spouse, what kind of a mother, and what kind of a person... would I be... if I ...didn’t... hold myself to that vow? If I chose to disrespect it?

If I...

Chose to try and... save ...

You...

...

She curled around herself, holding the gauntlet to her chest, head hanging as low as it could, as the weight of the heavens, or perhaps of just her own regrets, hung on her shoulders.

Why...?

Her tears, along with broken sobs, were lodged into her throat.

Air tasted like dust.

Felt like ice.

And she wanted to scream.

She wanted to scream in a way that would make death seem like solace.

But... would that not have been her admitting, admitting that he was dead, as the pendant, made of lavender quarts, still hung around her neck with such a pulse that she was sure she could hear it.

I can’t... He can’t... until I see it with my own eyes...

Not even a broken sob. A whimper.

Nothing.

Because all of it. Would have been admitting that he had perished. That he would have stepped over a line, behind which she could not follow.

So, instead, she gladly tried to swallow the sounds that didn’t even wish to leave her throat. The suffocating, muffled, broken cries and cursed to the gods that weren’t even there.

There was just her, and the wind.

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Ah... so the Queen beyond the sea is changing. The Seer will be changed to another. How interesting... Though... suppose it was the time for it. This Seer had been around for a time longer than many would deem natural. Though... suppose... what even is natural?

What even is... aligned with the laws of nature?

Because even man-made things, are they not aligned with the laws? Aided and bent, but still made possible. Even nature makes and bends and twists, and if man is a product of nature, then would its creations also be natural?

Though... the thing, is no man. Not anymore, not quite...

And me, I ought not interfere. It would be rather counterproductive for all. But things are in motion. Just as the long-gone researchers of Old Micah would have willed it. Or perhaps not... just as they had willed it.

I wonder if they willed a thing. But rather, simply, strayed too far into things they thought they could make. Because if they can make it, then they should. That’s how they thought. That everything that can be made with their hands, mortal hands, is in accordance of the natural order. Because... if a creation of nature can make it, then it must be natural.

It is a curious thought.

One that I’ll have to ponder... with time... but on another time.

I wonder what the wanderer thinks? It’s been a while since I’ve seen Mrs. Indomita. But she is around. I know so. She comes and she goes.

Now I suspect she’s in her castle, in her solitude, locked away and keeping an eye that none come for her collection. Which... well, she reasons it. Tells me that it’s because in trying times, people will stray too far and meddle with things they ought not meddle with, which is why, extra care is needed. To make sure those items do not see the light of day, a place beyond her archive walls.

But... is it really the reason? And not her own wish to keep her collection intact? Or perhaps... it is both. Both reason and desire.

So many things to consider... and wonder... while the work never stops...

“[Your majesty?]”

Ah, the meeting. Nearly forgot about it.

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The room, was silent. But not for the reasons it usually was silent. Not because one of the people in the room, wouldn’t have been allowed to speak.

After all, the walls were thick. Made of stone and metal and wood, embedded with crystals that neither of the people in the room could name.

But neither cared to name them either. Because it wasn’t important.

They didn’t think it had ever really been important for them, to name the stones. Instead, what had been important to them, was being able to be in that room, and talk. Just talk. About everything and anything.

Talk and laugh and grimace. But to do so together, rather than wallowing alone in the tides of their emotions. For a grimace shared is less of a burden, than one carried alone. Even one held, in silence, among friends, would feel less heavy, than one born in solitude.

And yet... the room, was far from light.

Instead, inside lingered a kind of suffocating fog of uncertainty that made the two, in the room, merely stare in front of themselves.

“[So... she’s... today is the day...]” Ad, concluded, more to himself than anyone else.

To which Celer nodded. Just nodded. With their head hanging low, and eyes... staring into nothingness.

“[And she wanted to be alone?]” He asked, just to be sure.

And Ler nodded. Just once, again. To simply confirm the matter.

Perhaps more to themselves, than to Ad. But that was up for a debate, on another time, another occasion. When times would be... again ... brighter. More carefree and good. When things wouldn’t be... as complicated as they seemed.

Though, one had to suspect, if it was in fact the opposite, and things were, in actuality, quite simple, at the end of the day. And time would only make them more complex, muddled and twisted.

‘Time gilds the memories’, or how they say? Might have been wrong.

“[It’s funny...]” Ad said, without an ounce of amusement in his tone. “[It feels like only yesterday... we were at the wedding and ... and now ... it’s..]” he trailed off, not sure how, or if, he should complete the sentence.

And Ler... they let their eyelids fall slowly, in a blink. Without a word, despite them being allowed to utter out worded syllables in that room. But they didn’t deem themselves good with words. Perhaps, if they had used them more, then they might.

Perhaps, in another time, another place, but not now, or here.

“[If... if only Fate... had been...]” Ad stopped, again, to choose a word that would suit the purpose, if there was one that would. If there was a word that he could used, for this. But it felt, as if he had only poor options from which to choose. And yet, he felt that he needed to choose one. “[Kinder.]” He finally uttered, which made Ler look to his direction.

Their eyes, lifted, little by little, slowly and carefully, from the nothingness, the void, that existed in the depths of that coffee table. And looked at Ad.

“[I mean... it was the Fates... that brought them together, right?]” He asked, but from whom, was left unanswered. “[So... you’d think that... the Fates would... find a way to... keep them, together, rather than... do this?]”

But the thing was, fate was a fickle thing. If it was sentient in the first place. Or a mere collection of chances, taken and un-taken. What was left, for those left dangling in that net of possibilities, rather than having fallen through it, was to make due with what they had. Or, perhaps, deem that it must’ve not been, simply, meant to be.

As easy as that.

Or then, there would be a chance. An event, of some kind, that would twist the wheels, turn the tides, set things in motion, that would make that which was encased in a crimson maple leaf of the Tree of Binding Fates, act as a prism, through which the light of the bright future might shine. And cast a reflection, onto the ground.

Now, would that reflection then be painted with nothing but with he very same shade and tone, as if blood scattered onto the ground? Or, would it be something completely different? None knew, because the Fates were a fickle thing.

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[lyranova]

Hiya Lyra! Congrats on 700!!🥂 You've more than deserved it! 😘 For your event, can I request prompt 14 "You’re mine, and I don’t share” from Touch Me Like You Do for Fuelara. Also I don't mind if you post with my URL! Thank you, love you lots!! 🥰❤️🔥

Hiya Laura! Agwjwjw thank you so much 🥂🥺💕, i still can’t believe i jumped to 700 followers 🙈! I hope you enjoy this, it came out a lot steamier then I had thought it would ahwkiwjw 😆! But sending you lots of love too dear 🥰!

Word Count: 1,777

Warnings: Smut, Creampie, Oral (female receiving), make-out, MINORS DNI

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Fuegoleon wasn’t a jealous man, oh no he certainly wasn’t, he was more…attentive. Yeah, that was it, he was a very attentive person, especially when it came to his wife Solara. So when he saw her politely talking and laughing with Randall Luftair, he couldn’t help but feel extra attentive. He watched from a distance as the two talked and laughed, and once the two parted, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

Solara looked up and noticed her husband staring at her and a sly smile appeared on her face, she walked towards him with her head tilted and her arms crossed.

“ Why are you standing back here?” She asked curiously. “ You should’ve come and joined our conversation.”

“ That’s alright, it looks like you two were having a good conversation of your own.” Fuegoloen said quickly and with a small pout as he turned to walk towards their shared living quarters. Solara hid her mouth behind her hand and giggled, he was jealous, and it was adorable.

She followed him to their living quarters and, once she walked into the room, she closed the door softly behind her and locked it. She watched him walk over to his favorite armchair and sit down in it, he turned his face to stare into the fire.

“ You look like a child whose favorite toy was taken away,” Solara said with a small laugh as she walked over to him. Fuegoleon pouted a little more.

“ I do not,” He muttered as he heard her giggle again before her shoes clicked against the wood floor towards him.

He suddenly watched her stand in front of him, and he turned his head to see a warm, but also mischievous, look in her eyes. She suddenly crawled into his lap, straddling his waist between her legs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“ S-Solara?” He asked hesitantly, she suddenly smirked before placing a gentle kiss against his lips.

“ Were you jealous because I was talking to Randall?” She asked with a tilt of her head, Fuegoleon looked away, but she placed her hand against his face and made him look at her again. “ Were you?”

“ I was,” He admitted, knowing full well that jealousy could be an ugly thing if it wasn’t handled properly, he suddenly watched her smile widen.

“ Why?” Fuegoleon blinked at her question.

“ Because you’re mine, and I don’t like to share.” Fuegoleon admitted softly, his voice sounding a little hoarse as he stared up at his beautiful wife.

The way the light from the fire basked her in a warm, orange glow. The way her smile made his heart skip a beat just by staring at it, and the way her smirk was mischievous but also held so much warm and love. It made him want her.

“ Funny,” She said, her voice dripping with seduction. “ Because I feel the same way about you.”

Suddenly, Fuegoleon wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist and pulled her close. He leaned up a bit and captured her lips in a passionate and fiery kiss, causing her to gasp a little in surprise before she reciprocated.

As the two parted for air, Fuegoleon set out in removing Solara’s clothes piece by piece, starting with her top.

“ Your lips are mine,” He said, his voice still a little hoarse but dripping with heat. “ Your neck is mine.” He placed a kiss against her neck and collarbone.

“ Your breasts are mine,” He gave each of them a kiss as his wife let out a quiet moan in response,“ Your sternum, your stomach, and everything below are all mine.” He muttered after he placed a gentle and loving kiss on all the areas he listed. His wife made a small humming noise before she shook her head.

“ You forgot the most important thing that belongs to you,” Solara said softly as she opened her eyes to stare at her husband, who looked at her in confusion. “ My heart.” She finished as she placed a hand on her chest, Fuegoleon smiled before he leaned forward and placed a kiss right where her heart was.

“ I apologize, I can’t believe I forgot the most significant thing,” Fuegoleon said as he began to kiss his way back up to her lips. “ And just so you know, that way you don’t forget just as I did, my heart belongs to you as well.” He punctuated that statement with another passionate kiss against Solara’s lips.

Solara’s hands made quick work of his robe, his belt, and his shirt as she pulled away for some air. But her arms quickly went back around his neck as she began another fiery kiss. Fuegoleon’s hands moved from around her waist to the back of her thighs, so he could pick her up and carry her to their shared bed.

He set her down on their bed and moved up a bit, so they could get more comfortable. Solara watched as her husband took off her bra and tossed it somewhere in the room, just as she had done with his clothes.

Everywhere his hands and lips touched and arrested seemed to set her skin on fire, but not in a painful or uncomfortable way, but in the warmest and most lovely way. She moaned as he kissed and sucked all of her favorite spots, making sure not to leave any visible marks, and although he was tempted, he had a feeling his wife wouldn’t like it very much. Especially since she was supposed to go on vacation with her friends tomorrow.

His hands gently caressed her sides as they slid down her body, he hooked her pants and underwear with his thumbs before he slowly pulled them down her legs and off of her body. He tossed her clothing to the side before he began to slowly trail kisses up her legs, he was teasing her, and they both knew it.

“ You are absolutely beautiful,” He muttered as he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh before looking up at her with eyes full of warmth, love, and a fiery lust. “ And you’re all mine.”

Solara let out a moan as tongued danced inside, outside, and all around her. She clenched the sheet with one hand and had the other tangled in his vermilion hair.

“ Fue, oh!” She moaned, it just felt so good! He just chuckled in response before continuing to tease her sensitive bud without another word.

“ I’m…” She groaned as she could feel that warm bundle of knots form inside her.

“ It’s okay, I want you to cum. As many times as you want.” He said in a husky sounding voice before he licked and sucked her clit on last time, causing her back to arc off the bed and for to swear she could see all the stars in the night sky.

Fue moved away from her after and looked at her red face, he frowned a bit, maybe he had done too much too soon?

Suddenly, Solara grinned up at him before she wrapped her legs around his waist a flipped him over onto his back. Making his eyes go wide in surprise.

“ Since you felt it was a good idea to tease me, I get to be on top,” Solara said breathlessly as she positioned herself over his twitching cock. Fue swallowed a lump in his throat as he stared up at his wife, she looked as beautiful and radiant as the sun goddess herself, her eyes burned with this fierce passion that made her low so very powerful. And, incredibly sexy.

Her eyes searched his for a moment, as though she were asking him if this was alright. Fuegoleon nodded as he sat up and placed his hands onto her hips to held guide her onto him.

The two let out a low moan as he pushed all the way inside her in one, slow, motion. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his hugged her waist tightly. The two stayed like that for a moment, just relishing in the moment and how they were connected as one, before Solara began to slowly move her hips up and down, as Fue moved his to match her rhythm.

Moans, groans, and sloppy wet kissed filled the warm and steamy air of the couple's bedroom. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled her neck as she moved up and down against him. Their bodies almost melting into each as they held each other tight.

“ Solara,” Fue groaned against her collarbone. “ I’m close, so close…” He groaned as he pushed his hips up against her, faster and in an almost sloppy manner, signaling to her that he was indeed right at the edge of an orgasm.

“ I know darling, and so am I. Oh so am I,” She groaned as she could feel that familiar knot form in the pit of her stomach for what felt like the 10th time that evening. “ I have a request, though,” She suddenly leaned forehead and whispered into his ear.

“ I want you to come inside me, as many times as you can.”

Fue pulled away as he looked into her eyes, she was serious, and he felt like whatever shred of sanity he had just snapped at that moment.

He gently flipped her onto her back and began to push and move inside her at a hard and rapid pace.

“ There, oh right there!” She moaned as he pushed and moved to hit that deliciously sweet spot inside of her.

Soon her, she felt that knot unravel and her walls clench tightly against her husband as her orgasm washed over her. And after a few more quickly and sloppy thrusts, she felt her husband cum with a low groan and a mutter of her name.

The two sat together, their arms wrapped around each other as their minds were completely filled with love and euphoria. Fuegoleon moved some of Solara’s hair away from her face before he moved and began to pepper her face in sweet kisses, causing her to giggle.

“ I’ll let you rest for a few moments before we go again,” He muttered with a grin against her hair, and she blinked.

“ ‘Go again’?”

“ That’s right, you requested that I cum inside you as many times as I can, and I intend to do just that, because” Fue moved, so he could look in her eyes. “ I will never break a promise to you. You’re my wife, my soulmate, and the oxygen to my flames. You’re mine, just as I am yours.”

Solara reached up and placed a passionate, but loving kiss against her husband’s lips.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#asks #laura🦁 #wifey💕 #my lovely mutuals #black clover smut #spicy #steamy #fuelara #solara x fuegoleon #fuegoleon x solara

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Oc ship by yours truly. Fuelara; Fuegoleon x Solara

#black clover oc #fuelara #oc: solara equinox

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

This is an old drabble that I thought I should post, just to get some content out. ^^' And it was very self-indulgent. But I hope you enjoy it in any case. Abover art is made by @/crazycookiemaniac ! Summary: Mereoleona has dared Fuegoleon to spend a day without saying a word to Solara. This is an encounter they have during the day Pairing: Solara x Fuegoleon Genre: Fluff Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.7k

Fuegoleon sighed. The air in the room was ... just as usual, but something about how it lingered around could have been described, in his mind, only with the word 'dull'. But 'bored' wasn't the most prominent emotion he felt at that moment. Rather, frustration gnawed him; nibbled just the very edges of his existence and state of being.

What had possessed him to give in to a dare by Mereo was beyond him. Perhaps some foolish sense of wanting to show his big sister that he could do anything he put his mind into; to show her that she could. And he wouldn't back down.

For most of his life, all his life, actually, that he could remember, he had been bad at backing down from a brawl with Mereo. A dare. A fight.

They both were bad at it.

They, both, wanted to stand their ground.

And on this particular occasion, the dare had come in the form of managing through the entire day without saying a word to Solara. With the mention of him not being allowed to write down the words either. All of the things he wished to tell her, would have to be spoken and presented without a word. And the same applied to her.

She could not say a word to him.

If he was honest, he had thought it to be far easier than it was. He had thought that it wouldn't have frustrated him to this end.

And just as if she had heard his annoyance, the grinding of his teeth, she stepped through the door, with a knock, but without waiting for an invitation. Because she'd always be invited in. He had told her so.

She gave him a smile. Just a smile.

It was warm and welcoming. It was kind and gentle.

It felt like a greeting.

But... he wanted more. Though it was a foolish sense to feel so. To want more than a smile, when once upon a time he had declared, at least in the confines of his own mind, that he could simply watch her smile. Simply watch it and adore it.

Once, or twice... perhaps thrice... he couldn't remember how many times, he had told himself, that the smile would be enough.

But it wasn't.

It wasn't.

And yet he smiled back.

She placed a stack of paper onto his desk, which wasn't out of the ordinary. But without words, question and gentle affirmations, sweet nothings, it felt lacking. The act felt distant. Not quite hollow.

And as she withdrew her hand, he reached for it, without a thought.

She halted, and looked at him with a slow blink, until a silent, voiceless chuckle left her.

Her other hand reached over the table, and brushed a lock of his hair away from his face. The touch, the way her fingers graced his skin, was warm, tender, like a blessing in itself. And the sensation, as he allowed himself to dwell into it, made him close his eyes in a slow blink. Until his eyes lowered down onto the ready written words of the papers in front of them. The words he wouldn't be speaking, or writing for her. But words that could be pointed out.

However, he must've stared at the words for a while, because he eyes followed his, onto the words.

Another giggle left her. Which made his gaze turn back to her.

Her hand moved in the space between them, so that the tip of her index finger tapped the tip of his nose.

Because pointing out words would be cheating. And he knew it. They both knew it.

Another sigh flowed out of him as his eyes closed in yet another slow blink. But, this time, before she could draw her hand away from him, he took ahold of it, and pressed a kiss onto it.

Their eyes met, for a moment that seemed to be without time, but neither wanted to count, or measure the ticking seconds.

His hand still kept a hold of hers, his flames caressing her skin in return. And perhaps, for that moment, that brief, passing moment, it'd be enough.

#black clover fanfiction #fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #fuegoleon vermillion #oc: solara equinox