Matthias Was Talking About That Dorayaki As If He Was In Shokugeki

Matthias was talking about that dorayaki as if he was in Shokugeki

Idol Nokto

Inspired by Tocci’s outfit in the middle

A Gentle Love

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x Reader

Word Count ~ 786

Author's Note ~ My first Chevalier fic of the autumn season!!! I'm so excited about this fic, because soft Chev is my entire weakness. It's also my first fic for my Cozytober event, and I really really hope you enjoy it! No warnings, just tons of soft, autumn, white tiger fluff!

Prompt: No. 4 "The Dead Waltz"

Lyrics: "...wrapped your long hair up in vines, and leaves, and branches..."

You maneuvered again, curling even deeper into the settee as you snuggled under the cloak. It was thick and warm and a soft velvet that could make even the most stubborn cat purr. You breathed in the fresh scent of vetiver and shampoo that lingered around the fur at the top, keeping you close to your lover even as he completed his duties for the day elsewhere. 

It was a chilly day, the breeze nipping your face as it swept through the beautiful garden of slowly wilting roses. The fall of the year was swiftly on its way, and you smiled up at the colors raining down on you from above. The book you had brought out with you was long since finished, and now you merely waited for the owner of your blanket to join you. But as you gazed down at the leaves the trees had gifted you, you decided you wouldn't let them go to waste, and propped yourself into a sitting position on the settee. You gathered the leaves into a pile in your lap, then leaned down to the vines in the grass and tugged at them, smiling as you began your creations. 

Chevalier never walked with anything less than purpose, but swifter lately had his exits from the office become; hastier, more hurried. Once his work was complete, it was as if he could not bear another moment without the comfort of his lover at his side. So wherever he was, wherever you were, he rushed to you. This afternoon he found himself traveling to the gardens, remembering the sweater you were wearing when you had stopped in earlier, and the twinkle in your eye as you swept out of his office, the most recent book he'd gifted you under your arm. 

A smile tugged its way to his stiff lips, the muscles there still not totally used to showing affection. But you were the exception; his only exception. His feet stopped when he reached the plush settee that rested near the garden's entrance, and his smile settled further into his lips as he beheld you, sleeping softly underneath his cloak, your long hair wrapped up in vines, and leaves, and branches; the myriad of colors was twirled into your braided hair effortlessly, as though a creature from fantasy had done it by hand as you slept. 

Chevalier had never been religious, but perhaps God was working to make him a believer, he thought, for the woman before him could be no less than an angel sent from the realms of heaven. You tamed his beastly side, you awoke in him emotions he believed he could never have, and you ignited such a fierce love in him that at times he wondered if he would burn to death from within. 

He approached with silent footfall, not wanting to wake you just yet, and chuckled quietly at the crown of leaves and vines you had created for him, and left atop your dozing form. He reached for it, and in an act so unnecessary that he chided himself for being foolish, fitted it atop his blond locks and gingerly sat down beside you, laying his hand on your shoulder. You stirred ever so slightly and struggled to open your eyes. Once the light no longer pained you, you gazed up at the beautiful sight before you. While you slept, your lover had arrived and indulged in your creation. A smile tugged on your lips and you yawned, your body pulling its way to full awareness. 

"Good afternoon, Chevalier." You murmured, smiling up at the angelic glow surrounding his handsome face. 

"Is the crown of Rhodolite too garish for my head?" He quipped, humor gleaming in his bright blue eyes. 

"Even the most capable king needs a little less weight to carry sometimes." You chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss. But Chevalier was a greedy man, and one was never enough. Somehow, he managed to curl into the settee beside you, his cloak covering the both of you in its warmth. He had used his cloak as a blanket many times, out on the battleground campsites, in the midst of war; but never like this. Never before had it felt like a cover of safety, an entrapment for the love he shared with the woman he loved, a home of peace. 

But as he gazed down at you, so content and trusting in his arms, he decided he would never again take his cloak to the battlefield. For it belonged here, in the arms of his angel, as a reminder of the human man that would return to her when he came home to wrap her up in his arms again. 

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Understaffed

Genre: Comedy

Wordcount: 1326

Prompt: In A Flash CCC hosted by @flash-exchange - October 2023: Magic Apprenticeship

A/N: My first entry for the In A Flash CCC! This one was inspired by the folks over on Discord, you guys rock for helping me finish a fic after so long! I will try my best to write some more as the challenge continues. For this fic, it's been split up as 2 separate parts, the first part being mainly from Jin's perspective and the second continuing from Yves and Nokto's. Many thanks to @lorei-writes for the feedback and suggestions. Enjoy!

Jin Grandet was not a warlock. At least, not officially.

It wasn’t because he had a late start. Most children couldn’t even read spells from the rudimentary tomes at age six, let alone pronounce them. And it wasn’t as if he was without talent. It was common knowledge throughout the kingdoms that the sorcerer’s gene manifested strongest within royal bloodlines. No, the true reason Jin failed his Warlock Mastery Examination was far less magical than he’d like to admit. 

But that’s a story for another time. And even if the minimum age to apply was fifteen, it didn’t mean he was barred from trying again another year. Heck, most applicants didn’t even make an attempt until they were double that! But of course, Chevalier came of age the next year, and while the exam was merely a formality for the prodigy, barely anyone bothered to register for that round. Fueled by fiery rivalry, Clavis was hot on Chevalier’s heels the year after that, and Jin was too preoccupied with helping him train to even consider enrolling himself. And just a few weeks prior, Leon passed his exam with flying colors. A feat Jin attributes to his apt sideline encouragement and diligent inspections of Leon’s daily meat intake. 

So what if he didn’t pass? Jin could still perform magic as well as any warlock. He just didn’t have a staff to show for it. Instead, he could boast that the never-before-seen-three-year-streak of fifteen-year old graduates were his students.

“For the last time, we are not your students,” Yves declared.

“And why wouldn’t you want to be?” Jin asked. He waved a hand and the curtain of low-hanging branches before him parted, revealing a narrow dirt path ahead. “I have a one-hundred percent success rate. And you’re my next conquest, Yves.”

“Yeah, Evie. Why don’t you take him up on his offer?” Nokto said, following Licht as they climbed down after Jin. “Then you can tell us if he’s legit or not.”

“Oh, he’s the real deal,” Leon said. He took a steady stance beside a cherry oak and swung his newly acquired staff overhead, making all the barren trees in the vicinity shake and shoot their branches upward like spikes. Nokto watched in awe as Leon calmed the trees down and flashed him a toothy grin. “Can’t recommend the big guy enough.”

“No, no, no, my brothers. You mustn’t let the opinions of others sway your decision making!” Clavis said, pushing past Leon. “Ask yourselves this: do I want to be taught by a syrupy dropout, or by the youngest, most renowned warlock of our age?” He struck the ground with his own staff and the dirt rumbled. Moments later, roots and tubers erupted from the earth like the undead, making Yves screech and trip on an upright rose stem. Clavis laughed maniacally as the plants continued to grow, until Leon whacked him on the head and the vegetary scene immediately reverted underground as if it never happened. 

“I’m younger than you, remember?” Leon countered.

“And I was younger than you both when I passed,” Chevalier added, his pace leisurely as he joined them.

“Yes, yes, you don’t have to remind us again how your test happened three days after your birthday,” Clavis said, rubbing his bruised forehead. “It is insufferably pedantic of you.

“Shall I remind everyone instead of how you only passed because the examiner happened to sneeze when you flubbed the fire retardancy enchantment on your trousers?”

“Like I said, little ones. Follow what Jin says, and you’ll do just fine,” Clavis said.

“If you’re done sharing my many virtues, hurry on over!” Jin called. The group exchanged speculative glances before filing through the unanimated greenery towards his excited voice.

Flummoxed by their seniors’ effortless display of magical prowess, Yves and Nokto insisted they take the lead, bewitching wayward wood knots and saplings from the path. Once or twice they glanced back, hopeful to receive praise for their successful spells, only to find the trio engrossed in their own conversation. 

“Maybe he wants to take us all on at once? Six against one?” Leon suggested.

“Please,” Clavis yawned, stretching his arms above his head and waving his staff teasingly. “He could squash the kiddos, no problem. But he won’t get much farther than that unarmed.”

“He brought his sword. Or is your staff so far up your rear that you did not notice?” Chevalier said, swatting Clavis’s staff away from his face. 

Yves and Nokto whirled their heads towards the track ahead, struggling to keep their attention back on moving the plants. Is that what this was all about? Despite Jin’s domineering stature, they had never once seen their brother in a fight. But Jin also was the most knowledgeable about the contents of the exam, even if he did fail his. Was this the type of error-correcting that guaranteed Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon’s successes?

The path eventually fed into a wide clearing as large as one of the training arenas at the palace. Even in peak autumn, thick shrubs still flanked all sides like a fence except for one; a cavernous cliff plummeted behind where Jin stood, his arms folded and mouth stretched in an expectant grin.

“Are we really gonna fight?” Nokto said nervously, reaching for his sword.

“Alright! Loser gets thrown off the cliff!” Clavis whooped. “Chevalier, fight me!”

“Slow down, we’re learning defensive tactics today,” Jin said. “Magic has limitless potential to attack, right? So it stands to reason that the same should be true in defense. Far too often does a warlock fall into the assumption that one trumps the other in combat.”

“Spoken nearly verbatim from Elemental Charms and Combat,” Chevalier said unamused.

“That means he knows his stuff,” said Leon. “But then why’d ya bring us here too, Jin?”

“No, Chevalier’s right. There’s only so much you can learn from theory alone. We need experience to connect the dots. And I sure as sugar wouldn’t hurt a hair on the little guys’ heads, so that’s where you lot come in.” Jin crouched beside Yves and Nokto and patted their shoulders. “Yves, you’ll spar with Chevalier. And Nokto, you get Clavis.”

Yves froze on the spot.  

“Oh, goodie…” Nokto mumbled. 

“Just remember the basics, and you’ll be fine,” Jin said, then he turned to the warlocks. “And don’t you go blasting infernos at them. We’re out here to prevent unnecessary bystander injuries. But remember, this is still a highly flammable area.” He glared at Clavis, who seemed to get a chill and wrapped his cloak firmly around himself.

“Wait. Where’s my partner?” Leon asked. A quick lookover of the clearing proved Licht was nowhere to be seen. 

“Maybe Leon’s branches pulled him up to the sky?” Nokto suggested.

“Or Clavis’s roots dragged him down below!” Yves gasped.

“Both,” Chevalier said, pointing over the cliff. Halfway down, Licht hung suspended and looking below, his shirt caught on a thorny branch tangled with crisscrossing roots. 

“Licht!” Yves and Nokto cried.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Clavis called down to him.

“Something tells me the branch will snap if he so much as breathes wrong,” Leon said. Licht answered with a shaky thumbs up.

“Everyone, change of plans!” Jin bellowed. “Today we’re doing rescue training. And not a word of this gets to Sariel, got it? Okay, let’s go!” He drew his sword and leaped over the edge, jamming it into the cliffside as he descended.

Shocked, and slightly relieved, Yves and Nokto followed Jin’s lead, the scraping sounds of their blades cutting rock disappearing with them.

“Moron,” Chevalier huffed. The air around him began to crackle as he inhaled deeply and swung his staff in a circular motion. “He didn’t even evaluate the situation for a full minute. And they still wonder why he didn’t pass—”

“You heard the boss!” Clavis and Leon yelled. Together they seized each of Chevalier’s arms and hurled themselves over the cliff, leaving their staves behind.

Listen, it is liberating to write Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon as comic relief side characters. Trust me.

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