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Silver Clouds with Grey Linings (Nozel Silva x Fuegoleon Vermillion)
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 2h 41m
Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2024
This fanfiction is cross-posted on both Tumblr: ace-maverick (https://www.tumblr.com/blog/ace-maverick) and AO3: Ace_Maverick (https://archiveofourown.org/works/60473164/chapters/154375399). Please feel free to leave a like or comment!

"Do you ever take a break from your Magic Knight duties, Lord Silva?" Fuegoleon asked sarcastically.

"Do you ever take a break from being an insufferable ass, Lord Vermillion?" Nozel returned.

They had a penchant for this sort of banter, teetering on a will-they, won't-they, flirtatious but at the same time bitchy exchange about them. Their repartee was as familiar as it was exhausting, a well-worn dance of barbs that allowed them to blow off steam while maintaining the facade of decorum befitting their status. Fuegoleon's chuckle was low and brief, but it held a note of genuine amusement. "Your sharp tongue does little to mask the fact that you look like death warmed over, Nozel."
 
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Their relationship was one of ambiguous romance where neither pushed for labels and 'I love yous' were never exchanged instead settling for the obscurity of blurred lines. They enjoyed late-night rendezvous and quiet company without the strings of definition, prying society, and the freedom of other partners. 

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Fuegoleon and Nozel have been in an ambiguous relationship for fifteen years. When Fuegoleon is incapcitated for six months after the assault on the Royal Capital by the Eye of the Midnight Sun and Nozel refuses to visit him, he recieves three chance encounters to convince him otherwise.

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A character study on how two idiots define a fifteen-year, ambigious relationship.
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"So what are we doing today?" "We?" Elise echoed while pouring milk into her bowl filled with cornflakes. Johnny smiled and leaned over the table, resting his elbows on the surface while watching her. "Yeah Smiles, or did you forget our deal last night" Johnny reminded her and Elise gave him a flat look. Picking up her silver spoon she pointed it lazily in his direction. "There was no deal you walking fire hazard, I was merely stating that I would be attempting to refine my abilities and you offered to help." "Well you didn't deny it" Johnny placed this husky murmur to his voice and a smoldering glow in his eyes, Elise was unaffected. "Even if I did, that wouldn't stop you now would it?" "You are starting to get me; you feel this raw sexual connection?" Johnny inquired gesturing his hands to the both of them, Elise raised a sardonic brow though a smirk pinched at her lips. "I think you feel that with anything that moves." She retorted before beginning to eat, Johnny watched her for a moment, hungrily taking in the sight of her short black as night hair, the perfect arch of her dark brows and the sculptured splendor of her high cheek bones, her skin looked velveteen and Johnny was dying to feel the softness of her skin, it made him ache. Elise Adams didn't want her life to take an even bigger turn than it already had, with court ordered anger management classes and being baby sat by her Uncle Ben Grimm, she prayed that that was all lady fate had in store for her. That was until she was forced to join the Space Mission and right into the target zone of the Johnny Storm himself. Good Luck Eli...