#nozel fluff

“are you okay?” nozel asks carefully, brushing her silver locks behind her ear. acielle shook her head, her pout staying in place as she looked at her father with a sad look in her eye. 

“i wanted to dance with mommy, but luciel was being a meanie and beat me to it.” She sighed, watching as you and her brother were dancing happily. 

nozel hummed, as if he was in thought before smiling softly at his daughter. 

“may I have this dance, my lady?” nozel said, hand in front of his daughter. acielle’s eyes widened, the previously sad expression dissipating as a smile formed on her face. the youngest silva excitedly grabbed her father’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor as well. 

seeing as acielle was too small to dance with properly, the captain scooped her up in his arms and spun her around, not caring about the whispers and the stares the other royals and nobles were giving him due to his uncharacteristic behavior.

all he cared about was that his daughter was happy. 

after a while of dancing, you bumped into your husband who was staring at his daughter with adoration. nozel flicked his sight towards you, a small smile still on his face as he let Acielle down. 

luciel let go of your hands, making his way to his sister before bowing his head, asking for a dance, acielle let out a small “hmp.” turning her head in defiance. 

“come on, sister! mama is hard to dance with!” luciel said, shaking the outstretched hand in front of her. “so is daddy!” acielle replied, giggling as she took her brother’s hand, letting herself be pulled elsewhere as your children laughed happily. 

“did my dancing skills just get insulted?” you tsked playfully, looking at you and nozel’s pride. “it appears that you are not up to his standard.” nozel chided in playfully, you glared at your husband in response. 

“i do recall acielle saying that you were terrible as well.” you retorted, your husband scoffed, before stretching out his hand before you. 

“may i have this dance, in order to prove you wrong?” nozel said, a small smirk on his face. 

“how petty.” you rolled your eyes as you grabbed his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor. 

“you may.” 

william: 

(son - elliot)

william was doing rounds around the base

seeing as the rest of the members were out due to missions or leisurely errands, he wasn’t that hassled

now, going back to his office, he sighed as he realized the amount of paperwork that was waiting for him. 

you were away from the base, relaying intel about a joint mission with the blue rose 

william would have volunteered to go but seeing the paperwork, you only shook your head and went on his behalf 

something that he has yet to thank you for

beside his office was a plain grass field that he sometimes looks out to due the serenity of the area. 

sometimes he could see his squad members conducting their training 

but when he looked over to the window, he saw his son with his hands hovering on the ground. 

a look of confliction was plastered on his baby’s face. 

“elliot?” william calls out as he approaches the seven year old who was still struggling with his hands hovering by the ground. 

when elliot heard his father’s voice, he looked over with a shocked expression. 

“papa!” the child said, his hands falling to his sides as he fiddled with his tunic

“what are you doing?” the captain asked gently, hands carding through his son’s (h/c) hair. a pout overtook his son’s features.

“i wanna grow a flower for mama… but I’m too weak and i can’t do it!” elliot said, lips trembling, tears forming in his eyes.

william’s eyes widened as he kneeled in front of his child, hands immediately cupping his son’s cheeks, thumbs wiping the underside of elliot’s lilac eyes. 

“buddy, don’t say that” william reassured. “you have all the time to learn and grow, don’t rush it, okay?” he smiles at elliot then looks at the wilting stem. 

“how about we do it again?” he asked gently, standing up and taking his son’s hand in his, placing it in a proper yet relaxed form. elliot nodded, eyes shutting in concentration as he let his young mana flow. 

“relax, my son.” william softly says, watching carefully as the stressed out look on his son’s face dissipates into a calm expression, the mana flowing onto the ground and letting the seedling grow into a single flower. 

elliot seemed to sense his success as he excitedly opened his eyes, a smile breaking out on his face. 

“papa! I did it!” elliot excitedly tugged his father’s hand, william smiled in pride.

“i’m proud of you, my son.” 

“what’s going on here?” both your boys’ eyes suddenly looking at you, elliot smiled giddily, running towards you and pulling you over to wear the newly grown flower. “mama!”

“i didn’t know you’re already back.” william said as you stood beside him, his hand snaking on your waist as he gave you a kiss on the forehead. 

“i just got here” you say, closing your eyes at the feeling of your husband’s lips on your forehead.

“here, here!” Elliot plucked the flower that he grew, giving it to you with a toothy grin. 

“it’s beautiful, baby.” you say, taking the flower from your son, pinching his little cheek afterwards. 

william couldn’t help himself but smile at the scene in front of him. he never would’ve guessed that in his life he would be settled with you and your son. he could only look at you and elliot with all the love he could offer.

As the night wore on and you kept making eye contact with the royal you grew increasingly annoyed. What the hell is his problem? Does he have some beef with me because I'm not royalty or something? Your friend noticed your growing irritated expression and moved to ask you what was wrong but before you could answer you were being asked to dance by none other than Nozel Silva himself. 

You gave her a look of panic as you were whisked away to the open floor but it’s not like you could turn down a royal asking you to dance. Several women glared at you as you walked hand in hand with Nozel, but you forced yourself to stand tall. If looks could kill, you’d surely be dead, but you wouldn’t give these snobby girls the satisfaction of seeing you be affected by their glares. 

You felt your heart beat faster as his hand was on your waist and he pulled you closer while you danced. He smelled surprisingly like cinnamon, you’d expected more of a minty smell but instead he smelled like cinnamon and clover. “May I ask you why you asked me to dance?” You asked awkwardly, painfully aware of how close you were to him. He gave a short laugh, but even that rumbled through your chest. “Honestly, you caught my eye.” He said, twirling you around. 

Once you were back facing him, you looked at him. “And why is that?” You asked, trying to read his expression. There was no particular reason you could think of for his sudden attentions, you were of low-ranking nobility, limited social standing, and had limited capital; you were noble sure, but far from royalty and the suitors he no doubt had access to. Nozel fixed his eyes on yours, “From the moment you walked into this room, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off you. You are truly captivating.” 

“Hmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, “I suppose that’s a satisfactory answer.” The dance was over, and you left the floor, Nozel’s gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. “Will I see you again?” He asked, his expression was neutral, but you could tell from his eyes that he was pleading with you. You gave him a small smile, “Perhaps, I think I’d like that.” 

“oii~ have some water and rest up. i’m sure captain fuegoleon would be even stricter once your break is over.” you enter the scene, your magic carrying numerous containers of water. you were watching from the sidelines, a concerned look on your face as you saw fuegoleon training his members in a very tiring way. 

as vice captain, bringing them water was the least you could do. 

“(y/n)!” leopold was far too energetic for someone who couldn’t hold his ground against his captain. you gave him a smile as you handed him his water. 

“wah, thank you so much! where have you been? i thought you were going to be training with us today!” leopold said, finishing the water in gulps, the fatigue from training seeming to take a toll on him now. 

“ah, the magic emperor sent more paperwork before i could head here, captain was already training you guys so i decided to help out with the papers. i knew what to do since i was present when the captains were discussing its contents.” you say, twisting your wrists to rid of the sore that signing the papers had done. 

“why didn’t you wait for aniue to do it?” leopold asked. you smiled softly, shaking your head at the young cub. 

“when you think about it, captain fuegoleon has to come up with battle strategies, your new training guide, he personally tends to all his squad members and always insists on attending every magic captain conferences. helping him with paperwork is only a small thing compared to what he contributes to our squad.” you rambled, unintentionally sporting a dreamy look on your face. 

thankfully, the cub was too dense to pick up on it. 

“that’s our second vice-captain!” leopold clapped, his voice unintentionally getting louder. “you’re so caring and kind to everyone in the squad, no wonder aniue likes you so much!” 

“what?” your eyes widened as leopold slaps a hand on his mouth, as if he has declared something that he shouldn’t have. which is what he did 

“i-... aniue!” leopold’s eyes darted from yours to behind you, where fuegoleon dropped the training weapon that he was meant to use on the squad.

your face was warm, eyes unblinking. you didn’t know what to make of the situation, with a gulp, you turned around, seeing the captain of the crimson lions with a huge blush on his face. 

“uh… come on the laps are not going to run themselves!” leopold yelled to his squadmates who were seemingly holding their breaths at the unexpected confrontation between you and the captain. 

a chorus of “yes!” and “yes sir!” were heard as they took off running, both to continue their training regime and to give you and fuegoleon some privacy. 

 “uh...” you wanted to start, but trailed off along the way, avoiding to meet your captain’s eyes. 

“(y/n)-san...” fuegoleon starts, “i… i apologize.” your eyes snap to his, feeling a bit hurt. why was he apologizing?

“i don’t follow, captain.” you say quietly, now holding his gaze.

“it seems that leopold has a louder mouth than i have accounted for.” fuegoleon said, lightheartedly. you gave a small smile, looking to the side once more.

“is it true?” you asked before you could stop yourself, shocking both you and fuegoleon. 

but fuegoleon regained his composure quickly, albeit a bit shy, he gave you a firm nod. a blush etched on his smooth face as he looked away, unable to see the smile that was forming on your face. 

“stop acting like a bunch of blushing virgins, just ask her out!” the moment was interrupted as mereolona came into the scene, pushing her brother with her magic paws, effectively making him bump into you, his hands automatically going to your waist to keep you still. 

your face heated up at the contact. fuegoleon finally had enough of tiptoeing around the topic. 

“would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” you let the smile on your face show as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist automatically pulling you flush against him. 

“i’d love to.” 

nozel: 

“(y/n)!” you turned around to see solid running towards you, you tilted your head in confusion as the distraught royal turned to face you. 

“come.” was all the younger silva said before dragging you to the hallway. “where are we going exactly?” you asked, keeping up with his pace. 

“nozel-nii sama is being unreasonable.” solid states, still walking towards where you now recognize as the path towards nozel’s office. 

“what does that have to do with me?” “(y/n), you’re here!” you hear nebra yell and before you knew it, the two silva siblings were tugging you towards their older brother’s office. 

“is no one going to answer me?” you asked as the both of them let go of your hands, nebra could only shake her head at you. “you know, for being our vice captain, you sure are dense.” was all she said before opening the door to his office and pushing you in. 

“hey!” the door slammed shut after your complaint. you turned back to see nozel looking at you with a stern expression. 

“what are you doing here?” if you were someone else, maybe that tone would’ve made you shiver, but you simply shrugged and walked forward, taking a seat in front of him. 

“solid was whining that you were acting up. I don’t know why I had to be dragged into this though.” you state, taking a small chunk of his paperwork and helping him sort out the files. unbeknownst to you, nozel had a small blush on his face. 

“are you feeling well?” you noticed, nozel’s face turning red and the mana in the room going a bit haywire. 

nozel only hummed as a reply, trying to focus his attention on the paper in front of him. but how could he? when you were right in front of him, unaware of the effect you have over him. 

“i can handle these myself, (y/n).” nozel spoke up, you hummed, not taking your eyes off the paper. “i’m well aware of that.” you reply, taking another paper and reviewing it, ignoring the hint that he wanted to do it alone. 

nozel only sighed, trying not to get distracted by your presence. 

the silver eagles captain never would’ve thought that he could feel anything relatively romantic towards anyone, but here you were, proving him wrong with every passing second that he’s alone with you in his office. 

after a good few minutes of doing paperwork and reports, the door was flung open with a frantic looking solid. “what?” nozel couldn’t help the bite in his tone. 

“the magic emperor is looking for you, i don’t know the details either, but he seems frantic!” with that, nozel gave out a nod before heading out, leaving the paperwork to you. with a small shrug you continued working on its contents, not noticing the younger silva taking a seat next to you, staring down on you. 

“what is it, solid?” you asked once you noticed, not taking your eyes off the paper in front of you. 

“i’m just wondering what it is with you that makes my brother into a different person.”

“excuse me?” 

“ah, don’t get offended by it, it’s just for some reason, nozel-nii sama seems to lower his guard down around you.”  solid says. 

your heart started beating furiously at solid’s words, but he seemed to not notice as he continued on with his observation. 

“it’s almost as if he likes you… no offense, but that’s impossible.” solid laughs. “you’re a commoner.” 

“i-”

“solid, that’s enough.” the additional voice in the room halted both you and solid’s actions. 

“n-nozel… nii-sama…'' solid stuttered out, looking like a deer in headlights. 

“leave.” nothing could compare to the speed solid exerted as he ran outside the office as if his life depended on it… well, it did. 

you and nozel were left alone in the office, a tense silence between the two of you. no one moved, nor spoke. you didn’t know what to say, the intensity of his stare was weighing you down, but you held his gaze. 

“captain.” you say, softly. as if you were afraid of breaking the silence. nozel’s gaze tightened, he said nothing. but you knew you had his attention. 

“is it true?” you asked, more confidently this time. 

nozel sighed, before walking towards you, muttering a few words under his breath, words you couldn’t hear from the distance. but you knew those words didn’t concern you as you heard him mutter his younger brother’s name. 

when he was infront of you, he let his eyes drop, and if you looked closely enough, you could see hints of red on his cheeks. 

“this really is not ideal, isn’t it?” nozel starts before capturing your gaze once more. “i see that there is no way for me to evade this situation.” he mutters to himself.

“yes. it is true.” the way he said it was so blunt, you honestly wouldn’t believe him if it weren’t for the now huge blush on his cheeks and the way he was avoiding your gaze as soon as he confirmed it. 

“i admit i have grown rather fond of you.” he coughed. you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips at the way he’s struggling to talk to you. 

“i see.” you replied, taking a step forward and tilting your head cutely, or as how nozel sees it. 

“i’ve been particularly enamored with you as well.” you say, and nozel swears he’s never felt happier. but he can’t doesn’t want to show it. 

“that’s to be expected.” he says, as if he wasn’t just overthinking all the ways he could brush off a rejection. 

“are you free to accompany me for lunch tomorrow?” “of course, captain.”