BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

YOU'RE DRUNK

Warning: Some of these are underage drinking.
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Asta: 

"(y/n)... what are you talking about?" Asta asks confused while looking at you.
You groaned if frustration, both of your hand on your head. 

"I'm saying everyone here is a spirit animal." 
"Mhm.." Asta hums with a thoughtful look on his face, "go on."
"Okay so, Luck is a hummingbird because he's full of lightness, connection, speed, also he's pretty playful." 

You continued your list and reason why a certain member was a spirit animal.

"Okay... so what am I?" 
"Hmm... a baby chinchilla." 
"Huh??!! Why?" 
"Because you're cheeks are soooo chubby." You say pinching his cheeks to prove your point.

Asta whines in distaste and tries to pull your hands away which was pretty easy.

"I don't like drunk (y/n).." 

Charlotte: 

"I have to use the bathroom." You say, feeling the alcohol run its course through your body and ready to leave your bladder. 
Charlotte nods her head. She hasn't had a single drop of alcohol, since she is quite the lightweight. 

After you finished using the restroom, you ran into the mirror causing  you to stumble back a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry."
"No I'm sorry." 
"Please don't apologize. It's my fault." 
"No it's mine." 

This went back and forth for awhile. 

"(y/n), what are you doing?" You hear Charlotte ask, and you turn towards her. 
"Oh, just talking to this person." You said pointing at the mirror. 

Charlotte sweat-dropped at your words. 
"Sweetie, you know that's a mirror right." 

You look back at the mirror and back at her. 

"N-no..." 

Fuegoleon: 

Fuegoleon trusted you to go out drinking with your friends unattended for one night. He usually supervised you, but he just had too much work to do. You promised him that everything would be okay.

It was about two in the morning when you came stumbling back into the room with a big bag with you. 
Fuegoleon had stayed up waiting for you just so he can make sure you came back safe. So he was a bit confused seeing a bag with you since you didn't leave with one. 

"(y/n)'s what that?" He asks. 
"My bag." You say like it was the most simplest thing. 

Fuegoleon eyes you and the bag. "Give me it."
"Okay." You say handing it to him. 

He places the bag down, feeling that it was quite heavy for a bag. 

He opens it and starts to pull out stuff, "keys... chapstick... money... blanket.... a cat... A CAT?!" Fuegoleon says out of shock when he pulls out a kitten from the bag. Who keeps a cat in a bag?

You squeal seeing the black kitten. You rush over to him and grab the kitten. 

"Oh kitty~ You're so cute." You say nuzzling your face against it. 

Fuegoleon snatches the kitten out of your hand, "(y/n), no. That's not yours." 
"Yes it is. Salem is mine." 
"You named it?!" 
"Of course, it's mine after all." You say taking back the kitten.

Fuegoleon sighs when you walk away, "I'm never leaving you to drink again."

Gauche: 

"What... the actual hell." Gauche says as he looks at the mess of the floor.
"What are you doing?" He asks.