"Yuma, were getting close to the shore" Rosean (pronounced as Roshean 'like Rose and ocean') staring at the shore of the clover Kingdom she's wearing a cream color cape that covers her whole boy and her dark raven hair was tied on bun with few strand are on her face as bangs, the sea breeze where blowing on her face as she recalls her past, While Yuma a tall young man that has obsidian black long hair that was on pony tail, his bangs almost covered his Castleton green eyes. Captain Yami is the one who got them from the shore as the Wizard King summoned them and they are assigned to stay at Blackbull's Headquarters. During their stay there, she experienced a lot of shocking things, like the feelings she will have for him. But what if he is no longer available? What will she do in the name of love? (NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT FROM THE OFFICIAL MANGA OF BLACK COVER)

One night stand turned into routine when you encountered him again and again. Mature! First chapter gets riiiiight into it /i do not own any of the black clover characters this is also on ao3! Routine by universalray(me)

A fanfiction of the Captain of the Black Bulls Yami Sukehiro and a girl named Yachio who got selected in Black Bulls after participating in Magic Knights Exam. I don't own Black Clover. The story is not relatable to the original theory of Black Clover. I respect the author and tried to keep all the characters in their own form.

Miyuki Wisteria. A noble-born assassin with flawless ice magic, raised to kill without mercy and vanish without a trace, she's the King's watchdog-his secret blade. As the King's secret weapon, failure is not an option. Yami Sukehiro is everything she's not: chaotic, blunt, and impossible to predict. When the reckless captain pulls her in a world where bonds matter more than bloodlines, Miyuki is thrust into a world of dysfunction, loyalty, and warmth she doesn't understand. He's not supposed to matter. But when his gaze lingers... when his touch calms the storm... something inside her begins to fracture. Yami Sukehiro sees through her cold exterior like no one ever has. Now, trapped between a duty that demands her silence and a squad that offers her a place to belong, Miyuki must decide: Stay the King's blade... or risk everything for the man who makes her heart burn. She's the King's assassin. He's the Kingdom's most unpredictable captain. Falling for him was never part of the mission. Romance. Loyalty. Secrets. And a love that could freeze or shatter the world. Took place a year before the original plot... this story began. Disclaimer: i do not own Black Clover and its characters. The only character i own is the OC. Best rank: #yamisukehiro (1st place) 9 September 2025 #yamixreader (1st place) 25 August 2025 #blackclover (1st place) 30 August 2025 #yami (1st place) 17 September 2025

What happens when Noel's cousin the only one she likes and is basically a black sheep in the family comes back on a two year mission from across seas to see her favorite little cousin and met yami as well As their worlds collided, Sayuri found herself torn between her newfound affection for Yami and her desire to forge a deeper bond with her long-neglected cousin. But deep down, she knew that the path ahead would be one of growth, redemption, and perhaps, even love - a journey that would test the limits of her magic and the strength of her heart.

Everyone knows that the black bulls have a Vice Captain Question is Who are they? all that is known is that they wander around the kingdom researching just about everything and albeit they look scary are quite a nice person helping others given the chance

The world had always feared power it could not control. And for as long as she could remember, power had feared her just as much. She hadn't asked for this, this curse disguised as magic, this nightmare woven into her very soul. A single word from her grimoire, and lives would be snuffed out like candle flames in the wind. No second chances. Just death. Instant and absolute. She had never meant to use it on him. The memory burned behind her eyes. Her brother, standing before her, hands reaching out, not in anger, but in love, in desperation. She didn't know what were the consequences of using her real power. And then, nothing. She hadn't screamed when his body hit the ground. Hadn't wept when the weight of her sin crushed her beneath it. But when the town bell tolled, when her parents stood before her with cold, hollow eyes and cast their verdict, she had felt something shatter inside her. Exile. Stripped of her name, her home, the only love she had ever known, she wandered. No one would shelter a girl who killed with a whisper. No one dared to speak her name unless it was in fear or hate. She had become a ghost, a walking curse, a thing to be avoided. Then he found her. A man who smelled like cigarettes and steel, who carried himself like he owned the world and didn't give a damn what anyone thought. He looked at her, and she waited for the fear, the rejection. But Yami Sukehiro only grinned. "You kill everything you fight, huh?" he said, voice rough like gravel and steady like the earth. He leaned on his sword, eyes sharp but lazy, like nothing in the world could shake him. "Sounds like a pain in the ass, but hey, every squad needs a problem young woman." She had forgotten what warmth felt like until that moment. And so, for the first time since losing everything, she took a step forward. Not toward redemption. Not toward forgiveness. But toward a place where she could exist, as she was. Liria, the first member of the Black Bulls.