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hi! Can I request for an ikepri hc with babyyy? Where they bring their baby to work with them! like Sariel bring his baby to work with him like perhaps to a teaching or the princes meeting with him, and his baby was just babbling there (awe ><) . For Nokto where he bring his baby to his meeting with some higher up, and while he was working, he's also playing with the baby ( I imagine between he or licht will get a twin or triplets, depends on you which one of them). Licht/Leon bring their babies to combat practice. For Jin I can't think of anything yet, so if you got one, pleas do it hehe ( I really cant stop thinking that he will really get a twin born) . You can do a pt 2 for other princes too if you want :))

Characters: Leon Dompteur, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein and Sariel Noir and how they are as parents. Rating: General. Word count: 1,394 words  Author note: I’m sorry in advance for any ooc parts on Sariel’s, he is the shortest bit I bit since I haven’t read his route, I probably will re-write it on another hc’s for funsies as well as do the other princes. But so far I’m pretty satisfied. Also this is more of them as fathers more than just with baby kids.

[୨୧] — Leon Dompteur

He is a fun dad, and he adores being a father. 

There’s just something about having innocence in the palm of his hand, to be able to protect it, raise it, shape it. A memory of all things he could never have and a silent prayer to the sky above. 

He applies the “be the adult you never had as a child”

He won’t ever mind tending to the baby’s needs, sure, people keep saying that wetnurses and nannies are there for a reason since he is the King, but it brings him joy to be able to help his child. 

I don’t think Leon would bring the baby to combat practice, maybe during lunch breaks, but he tries to keep the little prince/princess away until they are older so they start to understand the art of war and combat. 

But all of his men have sworn complete loyalty over the little one, most are eager for when the child grows up and has their division in the army to join their ranks. 

He is super caring of both you and the baby, he always makes sure to thank you profusely for giving him a child (a first of many or so he plans *Wink wink*) 

He takes pride in every achievement of the baby, “Yes, that’s my child!” big cheerleader dad. 

Did the baby learn how to sit, crawl, and roll? He’d be over the moon. He tells everyone. 

His brothers are so done with the conversation. They can’t help but love their little niece/nephew though. 

He is a bit weak and wants to spoil the child rotten, but at the same time, he holds himself back. Wants to build character for his child but doesn’t neglect them.

He would never neglect them. 

Instead, he wants to instruct the child that while they are part of the royalty, there’s an immense gap between social classes, but everyone is equal and their lives are as valuable as any other. They are in a privileged position and it's their job to make everyone’s quality of life better with the power they hold.

 [୨୧] — Nokto Klein

While he looks like he doesn’t want to be a dad, he’d be the happiest man on earth to have a mini copy of him and you around. 

Warning, this baby/babies(?) are completely spoiled rotten, he won’t care. Your kid(s) deserve the entire world. 

You smack him in the back of the head from time to time because your baby takes longer to walk since Nokto is always carrying them around.

Just like Leon, he is also one to brag about anything and everything his child does, even as a baby. 

It also serves two very useful purposes: to get more information or to escape meetings he doesn’t want to attend (but ends up attending anyways). 

In the first place, he already likes bringing his child everywhere with him and bringing him to parties or social gatherings is a huge plus. 

Everyone fawns about him and the baby, about how a great father he is and how cute the baby is. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Having a baby in his arms gets him a chance to start gossiping with other nobles and get more information after a good talk about parenthood.

His face would get so dark if anyone ever dismissed the feelings of a child, he thinks it's so important that his child or children in the near future (hopefully, if you wish) would feel loved and have all of their needs met. 

As for the latter aspect, it seems that he has a telepathic bond with the baby. 

Does he have to walk into a meeting? Thankfully the nanny comes running to him because the baby won’t stop crying unless he holds them.

He excuses himself for a moment or tries to call the meeting off, but since he can’t squeeze himself out of his duties most of the time he ends up attending and brings the baby with him.

 [୨୧] — Licht Klein

He is absolutely scared and anxious about every action and decision he takes as a parent.

Don’t get it wrong, he adores you and your baby(s) and would be even more scared if you happened to have twins, knowing his story with his brother and he doesn’t want the story to repeat itself before his eyes.

He believes any child should be free of the burdens from their parents and he lives off by that since having children with you. 

Those dark thoughts? Those past shadows and intrusive nightmares that present themselves before his eyes? He shakes them all off with the light that shines so pure from holding his kid(s). 

Despite being a bit reluctant, knowing the tensions between him and his brother, the child seems to like Nokto a lot, and Licht relies on his brother from time to time, it's not what he would do often but he appreciates another figure the baby can start to trust. 

A thing that brings him so much joy is being able to spend time together. With you leaning against his side and the child nestled between you in bed while he hums a beautiful lullaby he knows will soothe you both, or when you read out loud to them, while the child rests flat against his chest. It's such a calming scene, even when picturing it in his mind.

I also picture Licht as the type to not bring the baby to combat practice until they are much much older; and even if having a skill in combat is important as part of royalty, he relies on his brothers, maybe Yves or even Leon to start the child on their way of learning how to properly use a sword.

When the child grows he won’t even spar with them, he fears his style of combat is too beastly and ruthless, he doesn’t want to harm them by accident or to be violent toward them, even in practice.

He is such a loving father too, he wants to be present in every aspect of their life with you and he gladly takes on any tasks that require him. 

Are you too busy one day or just want to spend a day by yourself? No troubles, he and the baby will go with Uncle Yves and have tea and sweets. Well, the baby will have milk and maybe Licht will have the entire tray of sweets since the baby is still too young to eat those. 

 [୨୧] — Sariel Noir

This man is a master at multitasking, so handling the baby any day won’t be of any trouble, after all, he almost raised the youngest of the princes so it's a piece of cake for him. 

But he’d rather that you handle the baby at most times since his line of work can encounter some awful people that might stay on his bad book. 

If he knows it will be a calm day with him staying at the office doing paperwork he’d certainly want the child to be with him. 

He can be a busy man and wants to at least keep an eye on his child. 

I can also picture him having a play-pen in his office, he can keep an eye out on the baby; if he happens to have moments where he needs to take a break, he’ll sit with the baby, watch them sleep, and play with them if they are awake.

His favorite times though, are at night, especially if hours passed without both of you seeing each other, he wants the domestic part of having a family of being a husband and a father. 

Oh, but the clouds of not-so-nice thoughts are always clouding the back of his mind, telling him how he should not get attached as all of what you had built together could disappear at any moment by the desire of anyone that considers him a danger. 

But seeing his face, you know how to scare those awful thoughts away, smiling, handing the baby to him, and watching his lips curl into a gentle smile. 

As the child grows I can picture him being a stern dad, he makes sure his child knows that they are loved and he shows it with actions and quality time you spend together as a family.

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Can I ask for Napoleon, Nobunaga, but especially MASAMUNE and MITSUHIDE being called cute by his s/o? In the current event the reader called Masamune cute and he was No, I’m not cute! But I can’t help to think they are cute, very cute. Your headcanon a are very good, I like them, keep working please ❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Napoleon Bonaparte | Oda Nobunaga | Date Masamune | Akechi Mitsuhide  Rating: General.  Word count: 1,231 words  Warning/s: None Author note: Howdy! I’m so sorry this took me so long to write, but I’m writing this at work lmao, please get me out of here. 

[୨୧] — Napoleon Bonaparte

Cute? Him? 

Of course, he is. 

When you call him cute he just blinks a couple of times, making you think maybe he didn’t like that or was taken aback about being called it... 

Him? The Emperor? Called “cute” by his sweet nunuche? 

He just does a big smile, and puts his hands under his chin, mimicking a sweet cherubim. “Am I the cutest?” 

This only makes you laugh until your tummy hurts too much.

And Napoleon only keeps pressing about it. “What am I not cute?” while making an exaggerated sad face.

He starts chuckling then, asking you if he is really cute. And just as you thought, he would never in his life (lives?) have been called cute and he is happy you are the first one to think so.

Honestly, he does a lot of cute things, like kiss you the first thing he wakes up, and speak nonsense. 

Hell, you could pull up his hair in pigtails and he’d own it, calling himself cute. 

Also, I can imagine him pondering it sometimes. Like, in the kitchen. 

Sebas is polishing the silver while Napoleon cooks, and when he needs to wait for food to be ready, he leans against the counter and asks. “Sebas, do you think I’m cute?”

Sebas wants to say yes, but he forces himself to say no and instead asks about what brought the question. 

“Hm, never mind. Just thinking about some nunuche.”

[୨୧] — Oda Nobunaga

If you call him cute I can imagine him as the type who shot circuits at the thought of himself being cute.

He ponders and reflects if he has done things that might be classified as “cute” lately. 

Then with his face twisted, eyebrows scrunched up together, lips pressed into a thin line. 

“You are growing bolder every day by now, daring to call me cute, fireball.” 

Says the man who uses his haori as an invisibility cape whenever he wants to sneak out and steal konpeito from the kitchen. 

Says the man who stole your teddy bear because it amused him. 

There are things of him that are terrifying, yes, and thankfully, he has learned to be more human about certain traits of himself, thanks to you. 

You just believe, after learning of his story and life before meeting you, that he is still just a child at heart.

Oh, but if you insist that he is cute, be prepared. 

He’d get all dominant, like the conqueror he is, towering over you with a dark smile. 

“I. Am. Not. Cute.”

You battle this by reaching out, as fast as lightning, and touching the tips of his ears, making him cringe away from you while covering his ears, his cheeks turning into the most lovely shade of pink. 

“Yes, you are.”

[୨୧] — Date Masamune

Oh, to tame the wild tiger.

In my head, Masamune is just like a tiger, yes, but the type of tiger that if left with a cardboard box nearby, will sit if it fits. 

He also loves to deny that he is so adorable it makes butterflies bat their wings violently in your stomach because it only makes him cuter. 

When you tell him out loud that he is cute, he looks beyond offended. 

How. Dare. You. (...Tell the truth). 

This makes a game of “No, you” start between you two, where he is deemed to lose. 

You only reach to pinch his cheeks, tugging at his face affectionately while trying to make the harsh frown on his face disappear while he does the same to you. 

I can imagine him being bothered about it, he just wants to play a brave front and be the perfect leader for his clan and people, he cannot be cute. 

You beg to differ, he only is cute with you, and you are glad you are the only one who gets to see him like that.

Though, he is too hard-headed to admit it. 

He is very insistent when you keep calling him cute. “No, I am not!” it's such a great way to tease him and make his cheeks go red and his usually wild personality become coy. 

These kinds of arguments always end up in one of two ways. 

The first one is with him chasing you all over the castle until you say the contrary, the staff, and servants already knowing what was all the spectacle about and even just stepping aside to let you and the lord run. 

The other is with him, cuddling you in bed after a tickle fight he won, taking the place of the big spoon, he hides his face against the crook of your neck, cheeks still tinted red as your words replay in his head. 

“I adore it when you are this cute! It's like you are a big kitty!” 

He hates how warm it makes him inside

[୨୧] — Akechi Mitsuhide 

Where do I start with this man? 

He is…difficult to tease by calling him cute. 

You have already called him “cute” before, comparing him to a white cat that had crossed your path when you were walking through the market. 

Resulting in him, smiling at you (beware, it was the snake smile), which made a heavy weight settle on your tummy. 

But then with his hands imitating cat paws, saying “Meow”. 

You didn’t know if to cringe or if to laugh until you coughed a lung out. 

The way he kept his smile made you wheeze until you were struggling to get air because he kept acting that way.

(He is torturing you this way, by the way)

And he is having the joy of his life by watching you struggle to breathe as you laugh. 

And he is the type to not take it seriously, you are calling him “cute”, and he thinks you are trying to tease him. 

If you stand your ground (after laughing your lungs out), he’d just blink, and you can’t quite read what he is thinking. And that is terrifying.

Mitsuhide honestly doesn’t know how to react to his first instinct is to go blank, thinking of how to respond properly. 

Mostly, because he thinks he is far from cute, and people have found him to be scary with his demeanor, and he doesn’t blame them. He likes to give off that vibe to protect you and himself. 

After his blank expression, he only frowns, “I doubt I can be considered cute, but I believe this is something of you that is rubbing off on me.” 

He smirks after this, noticing the way you blush, having turned the tables.  

You, however, are not happy, you just want to make sure he knows he sometimes is cute! 

He absolutely keeps trying to do everything possible to turn it around every time until you are frustrated, turning your head the moment the door opens. 

You are left staring at Kyubei, who just bows deeply in greeting.

You don’t let the vassal talk before you ask him. “Do you think Mitsuhide is cute?”

Kyubei is sweating bullets at the question, it's not known if it's because of your question or the killer look his master is directing at him. 

Without a word, the vassal decides he doesn’t want that question to be the last one he answers, so he leaves without saying a word, leaving you with an argument unresolved.

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Hi, love! I hope you’re having a good morning/night !! I was wondering if you had a masterlist, I love your writing ❤️❤️

Hello!!! Sorry for the delay with the answer, I'm currently working on a Masterlist yes, and also a tag list to make my blog easier to navigate in!

Keep an eye out for it

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Hi!!! This is the first time I've EVER requested anything, so I'm super excited to be asking you. Would it be OK if I could have headcannons with some of the ikevamp boys? If you're comfortable with it, could I have Arthur, Comte, Isaac and Leonardo with and mc who has ADHD? I completely understand if you don't, feel free to completely ignore me. Thank youuu 😊😊😊❤❤❤

Characters: Arthur Conan Doyle | Comte De Saint Germain | Isaac Newton | Leonardo Da Vinci x GN!Reader  Rating: General.  Word count: 819 words  Warning/s: Reader has ADHD, mentions of procrastination, hyperfocus, not enough focus. Author note: Hello! Sorry this took so long, I’ve had this on my mind for a very long time, and I even thought about doing Isaac’s route to write him more accurately but work has been killing me so I didn't get to open the DSM-V collecting dust in my shelf for this one :c

[୨୧] — Arthur Conan Doyle

There are quite some things he can understand about your symptoms. The main thing being procrastinating. 

Listen, he is a writer, and he is not perfect, and there are moments where inspiration poofs out and he is forced to stop with his writer's block, or sometimes he feels stuck in a sentence and decides to do everything except finish his next chapter, so he can empathize when you go through periods where you keep pushing certain activities until the last minute.

He still worries about your well-being, even if he is not a doctor anymore; he is curious about the treatment you had back at your time and home. 

He is sweet and understanding, despite having some pet peeves, he does his best to understand how it's something that is part of you and can work with support. And he wants to be that support.

Arthur also finds relatable the moments where you are stuck with your hyper-focus periods, and you happen to do your and Sebastian’s chores for the day on your own, though he is hurt by you mostly ignoring him those awful days when he wants nothing but to pamper you.

[୨୧] — Comte De Saint Germain

He is a wonderful and understanding man.

I can imagine him having a lot of pet peeves with people getting distracted too easily or drifting off and, part of loving you is the imperfections you embrace of each other and, they make you perfect for him as anyone. 

He is careful of the periods where you either procrastinate too much or hyper-focus too much to not exhaust yourself with the chores you take or by making you overwhelmed by taking care of the mansion and its inhabitants. 

He will listen to your weekly obsession without trouble. Do you want to tell him about 30 crow facts you learned? Tell him. Did you find a new way to make Sebas flick your forehead? He frowns. Do you want to tell him about your comfort fanfic you know by heart because you can’t read it anymore? He will listen.

If you fidget too much, and if you ask, he will get someone from his multiple contacts to make a “replica” of the fidget toys you used to have back at home.

[୨୧] — Isaac Newton

I have been seriously thinking of this since I got this ask because it seems too funny even if I haven't read his route: Consider, you don’t shut up.

Isaac strikes me as the type who wants to study in peace and quiet.

So maybe your relationship is quite a bumpy ride at first. 

What amazes him is your capability of telling him about 100 things that interested you in the span of a single week.

Your conversations flow at random, so he would often be working on his stuff to suddenly be whisked away by you to tell him about that one thing you found out about hedgehogs for 3 hours. 

Sometimes you are the cause of some of his frustrations. Last month you started knitting? He found some yarn with a texture you like and bought it as a gift, thinking you could make something for yourself.

He came back to find your knitted sweater half done and forgotten, and now you are learning how to bake. 

And it is an ongoing cycle, but he finds a bit of happiness in you trying new things, as you often drag him along, which means spending more time together.

Maybe your relationship is the answer to what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

[୨୧] — Leonardo Da Vinci

ADHD? 

Avoid tasks? Hyperfocus? Not enough focus? This man is a master at all those (and at dozing off)

He doesn’t mind you procrastinating, he has been avoiding to clean up his room for the last century, so he can’t complain. 

Now, if you forget or get distracted about other things, now that’s a different story. Did you feed Lumiere in the evening and forgot to tell him, and then he fed him that same day, and now you have a chubby cat? 

That’s funny, but no. 

Aside from that, he doesn’t have trouble with your condition; he is still a loving man. He always is and has been when it comes to loving you. 

And he likes your energy and how you keep him awake, in a sense, always making him try new things together, like dancing! Which he is not the best at, but he doesn’t mind trying your interests. 

If you take an interest in one of his multiple areas of expertise he’d definitely teach you and not be bothered if you happen to drop your interest in the activity, in fact, he invites you to try other things.

Beware, he is a strict teacher, so he doesn’t want your attention wandering off too often.

He enjoys…, grounding you, lets say. 

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Can i request a licht x fem reader smut with lots of fluff please?

Candlelight

Pairing: Licht Klein x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (+18)

Word count: 3,415 words

Warning/s: Fluff and Smut, biting, oral sex (female receiving), a bit of soft femdom if you squint, creampie.

Notes: This took me literally months to write. Now I’m heading to sleep. Thanks to Nat, my dearest friend for the ideas and for giving me her opinions on this! I love you very much 

The candle seemed to glow brighter now that your hands were linked together, but maybe it was your imagination or the growing darkness.

It had been a rainy night.

You tossed and turned, restless in bed; wishing your lover was beside you to at least have some comfort or a way to occupy yourself with other things.

Licht, sweet as he was, would probably be playing with your hair, sensing your discomfort and restlessness at the thunder and heavy rain outside and he would start singing a sweet melody for your ears only in hopes it would soothe you enough to sleep. 

Yet you could only stare at the window, covered by heavy velvet curtains, hoping the storm would end as morning rose.

But nothing would happen if you were to only stay in bed and lament the absence of your sweetheart instead of doing something to fix it. 

Determined, you reached for your night robe, tying it at the waist to prevent the cold of the night from sneaking into your body. And then, you reached for the matches, using one to light up the lonely candle you used to read late at night before sleeping. 

The soft warm light was weak in comparison to the darkness, yet it was a welcome beacon once you walked out into the hallway. 

Outside of the room was truly cold, and you clung to the chandelier, protecting the weak flame with your hand cupped close to it, preventing the cold air from blowing it off.

You walked with hurried, silent steps through the halls, determined to reach Licht's room in record time. You needed to just see him and stay with him until morning won you over.

Turning around a corner, you bumped into someone, being too focused on protecting the flame and still being careful enough to not trip with your own feet by how fast you were walking. 

No one was supposed to be up at this hour, yet you found yourself trapped in someone’s arms, catching you before you fell and burned yourself with the hot wax that spilled. 

“What are you doing outside this late at night?” You were being questioned, snapped out of your thoughts as you lifted your gaze to stare into a pair of lovely red eyes. 

“I could ask the same.” You smiled, watching his gaze soften, even in the darkness.

His grip loosened, taking your hand in his and grabbing the chandelier in your hand to lead the way back to his room. 

Strange. 

The candle seemed to glow brighter now that your hands were linked together, but maybe it was your imagination or the growing darkness.

“I thought you might have trouble sleeping.” He said, in time as he squeezed your hand. 

A soft smile curved your lips, seeing the hint of the same peaceful expression on his face, only slightly illuminated by the light as he guided you through the hall leading up to his room.

As he opened the door, he let you in first, closing the door behind him once the two of you were inside, placing the chandelier by his desk, while you opened the curtains to let in some of the moonlight to illuminate the room. 

You watched the raindrops glide down the glass, casting a beautiful glint in the reflection of the moonlight. 

Just as you were about to press the palm of your hand against the cold window, Licht called you. “Come to bed?” 

Sure, the exhaustion you had felt while laying down in your bed was not present anymore, yet the cold made you want to seek shelter in the warm and fuzzy blankets of his bed and his body-heat against yours---his heat against—

You shook the intrusive thought out of your head, not wanting to think that right now as it was late into the night and your lessons the next day would not be forgiving, so you had to settle for snuggling with your lover.

So, after taking off your slippers and your night robe you crawled into bed with Licht, who was already waiting for you with open arms. Wrapping them around your form as you lay against his body.

His warmth immediately did wonders for you, but the sleep you yearned for didn’t come, so you kept your gaze focused on the candle's dancing flame.

Just as your eyelids grew heavier with each blink, sleep was cast away once more when Licht’s arms around your middle tightened, pressing you closer to his body. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, turning your body to face him directly. 

Instead of answering, Licht took advantage of the new position to bury his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling in your soft scent, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. 

Sleep wasn’t an option now. Maybe he had planned it all along. 

And you had the answer once you felt his lips graze your soft, sensitive skin, making you whimper at the sensation. 

“Can we…”, he paused, leaving another kiss right on your pulse and making your heart jump inside your chest. “…please?” 

His tiny, not-so-shy please was oh so sweet in your ears, that you didn’t know how in heaven would you be able to resist your lover’s attempt to have you this late at night. 

It was then that you finally cupped his face in your hands as he pulled away from your neck. Licht licked his lips like a hungry wolf who was about to feast upon his prey, holding your gaze with his bright, red eyes. 

You let him lean in, claiming your lips like the greatest prize, the kisses soft and passionate with hints of the burning passion that would be consuming you later.

Parting your lips slightly you let your tongues dance, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him so close to you, once you spread your legs to fit his body between them to get a small taste of how intimate it was to feel him so close. 

When he pulled away to bury his face on your neck to litter your skin with kisses and love bites, you moaned out his name to the cold of the night.

“Say it again…” He muttered against your skin, licking a long stripe from the base of your neck to your jaw. “I like it when you say my name.”

You shuddered, feeling the contrast between his tongue's coldness and his breath's warmth against your skin. 

“…Licht, oh! ---That tickles!”

He chuckled, deep and low, leaning down to kiss you, a chaste peck on your lips so different from the previous one, or the way he touched his way down your body until he reached the hem of your nightgown, lifting it so he could have more access to your legs. 

And, of course, you couldn’t just stay put with what was burning deep inside you, tangling your hands in his hair, pulling softly on his silver locks, hands snaking down to unbutton his shirt in painfully slow motions as his lips and those kisses that left you breathless kept your head up in the clouds of pleasure.

Like a hungry wolf, he could barely resist himself, seeing your naked legs just taunting him, your skin so soft calling him to leave love bites and kisses, and right between your thighs that bewitched him to become a hungry beast.

Between his legs, it was starting to ache and throb with need, just by the memory of previous times when your warmth had encompassed him, a maddening sensation that made his head spin just at the remembrance of it.

Your messy kisses were accompanied by desperate hands trying to fiddle with your clothes without breaking contact until you grew desperate. 

Licht was not helpful, squirming and moving away to try to kiss down your neck while he bared you from your nightgown, bunching it up around your waist, and lowering the top until your breasts were exposed to the cold air and vulnerable to his mouth. 

You arched your back, moaning in delight at the feel of his warm mouth, giving up any resistance, if there were any. You wanted to surrender every little resistance, every little thing that could stand in the way of you and Licht. 

Licht was eager, loving, yet desperate; rough calloused hands taking handfuls of your soft flesh, squeezing, fondling. His lips left wet kisses, and on occasion, suckling hard on the peaks of your chest until you sang your pleasure out, his free hand toying with your unattended breast. 

Moving his mouth, he decided to lay kisses between them, kissing a path down your sternum and toward your belly. 

You squirmed, moving your hands to cup his face when he reached between your thighs to toy with your underwear, the tip of his rough fingers caressing where you yearned for him the most. 

“N-No…” You whined as he kissed below your navel, clearly wanting to taste you with his mouth until your legs were quivering, a favorite activity of his whenever you were intimate. 

And despite how much you loved it whenever he’d use his mouth on you, you wanted to feel him deep inside, and noticing how hard he was, enabled the primal desire in your brain of becoming one with him with little to no distance between your bodies.

Your protest fell on deaf ears. Licht continued his way down, pressing his wet mouth to your heat, blowing hot puffs of air against your cunt, making you shiver and whine. Your underwear soon was gone, offering no resistance so you could surrender your body to him. 

Licht took his sweet time, kissing and biting the inner parts of your thighs, noticing your desperation clear in your face and the way you reached to tug at his silver hair. 

He couldn’t help but smile a little, so proud of himself before he buried his face in your pussy, running his tongue along your slit and gently kissing your clit afterward. The way you moaned only fuelled his desire even further, wanting to tease you more and more just to hear you and taste more of you.

Meanwhile, you could be embarrassed by the way your body reached for his silver locks to tug at them to bring him closer to your core, legs lifting over his shoulders and trapping him between your thighs. 

At this, Licht moaned against your heat, enjoying being trapped by your plush thighs to prevent him from focusing on anything else but the taste of you in his mouth as he continued to suckle and lick like a starved man. 

Carelessly, you threw your head back against the soft pillows, feeling his tongue prodding at your hole before licking a long stripe back to your clit. The feeling of his mouth and hands clinging to your thighs drove you mad.

Trapped between your legs, he decided to gently press his hand against your thigh, spreading your legs open to give him more space, hand joining his mouth.

He rubbed his fingers against the slick of your folds, coating them before sliding one inside your welcoming entrance.

A mewl left your lips, arching your back and grinding your pussy against his mouth to pursue the mind-blowing pleasure that was building deep inside you. You felt like you couldn’t resist more. 

Your toes curled and your eyes fluttered closed, chest heaving rapidly when he inserted a second finger, giving you a delicious stretch. You eagerly welcomed him, crying out when he focused on the spot he knew would have you crying out his name helplessly. 

“Licht--!”, you mewled, tugging at his hair, thighs trembling and tensing at the imminent orgasm about to send you down into a spiral of pleasure. 

Licht curled his fingers inside you, enjoying having more of your sweet essence oozing out as you came, velvety walls fluttering around his digits. He couldn’t help but moan against your sensitive core at the taste of you. 

As you came down your high, he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses on the inner face of your thighs, moving upward toward your belly and then your chest to finally hover over you, a lithe frame covering yours. 

You saw him enjoying himself through half-lidded eyes as he licked his fingers clean, lips glistening with a mix of your essence and his saliva. 

If you had a little shame at that moment you could have hidden your face, not believing the sight in front of you, but this was far from a new occurrence, as Licht often liked to indulge himself between your legs. 

Yet, you were yearning for more, and surely he too was, his cock impossibly hard in the confines of his briefs. You reached toward him, hands hurrying to unbutton the rest of his shirt that you couldn’t manage to reach before, his own hands joining you to help you.

You wrapped your still trembling legs around his hips, finding strength within you to pull him close to you, earning a gasp of surprise from him. 

“Please…” You begged, trying to sit up to wrap your arms around his neck, only managing to move enough to steal a pleading kiss from his lips. Licht was kind, too kind, wrapping his strong arms around you, setting his hands on the curve of your hips, and allowing you to settle your legs at his sides.

Despite the heavy look of desire, Licht smiled at you, his eyes glinting with both the candlelight and moonlight combined. “I love you.” 

He said that every time, and every time it made your heart skip a beat, not tired of hearing him saying that with such sweetness in his eyes and voice, knowing he meant it. 

You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips, pulling him down for another heated kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist to press your wet, awaiting heat against his hard cock. 

He was not as clumsy as he was the first time, but the darkness didn’t help a bit, with only the candlelight to guide the touches you gave each other. 

Yet, you took the opportunity to take him in your hand, lining him up to your entrance, leaking tip prodding against your throbbing hole. He thrust, slowly spreading you to the width of his cock, a helpless groan leaving his mouth at the feel of being encompassed by your walls. 

He let his head fall against you, face buried against the crook of your neck in such a vulnerable position as he weakened and surrendered to the pleasure and warmth you provided him. 

“Tell me what you want.”, you commanded, whispering in his ear while not allowing him to push himself inside yet by moving your hand and pressing your palm against his abdomen. “I want to give it to you…”

Licht continued to pepper kissing along the sensitive skin of your neck and clavicles, groaning when your walls contracted around him, and unable to form a proper sentence to reply to you but the weak moan of your name. 

“Tell me…I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.” You insisted, rubbing gentle circles on his shoulder blade and making him shudder.

Licht had to fight the hungry wolf inside him, not wanting to take you like a beast, despite you showed no resistance before, your mere touches made him weak to your will and command. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t like how you took control. 

He kissed up your neck to finally reach your lips, once more and not wanting to part. “I want you. Please, I want you.” 

You giggled, hearing the desperation in his voice, feeling it even in his hungry kisses. “Then go on, Licht, take me.” 

With no hesitation and nothing else stopping him, he thrust inside, making you gasp in pleasure at how he buried himself to the hilt, spreading you nicely around his cock, until there was no room between your bodies. 

You clung to his shoulders, the tips of your fingers burying in his rough, scarred skin as he picked a slow pace with deep thrusts, him focusing on your reactions to know what you wanted the most. 

The loud squelch between your bodies was obscene, getting louder and louder the faster he moved, not caring if your love was heard outside the room. You didn’t care any bit. 

There was nothing more in your minds than the brain-melting pleasure of your bodies fitting together perfectly, of the pace and the feel of him filling you to the brim, of your bodies embracing each other. 

Your fingernails raked down his back as you clung to him for dear life, leaving faint red marks on his already marred skin, grinding your body against his to match his pace and send you spiraling into the ecstasy you so much desired. 

Your mewls, growing louder and louder, your hands clinging to him, and your legs tightening around his waist felt like a reward for him, having learned that this was nothing but the best feeling in the world that you both could share. 

Looking into your half-lidded eyes, he focused solely on you, on how your walls contracted, squeezing him and then letting him go, over and over, and Licht had to summon all of his willpower to not spent himself right then and there, not when you were at the peak of pleasure. 

Another kiss brought his attention back to you, open-mouthed kisses were shared, wet with thin ribbons of saliva connecting your lips for seconds and hot puffs of air against each other’s faces as the two sang in mutual pleasure. 

“You make me feel so good~” you purred, reassuring him that everything he was doing felt like heaven to you, “Make me cum, please…”

His pants and soft growls vibrated against your lips as your eyes rolled back. The stretch burned in all the right ways as your walls clung onto his member, thick and hard. Soft thighs locked around his solid torso starting to tremble as your orgasm approached when his frame pinned yours down. 

Continuing to drag your fingers down his back, clawing at him like you were slipping from sanity. His hair tickled your face as he dove down to kiss your neck, leaving an occasional bite in his wake. 

The wet slap of skin embarrassing to even hear, if you had cared at the moment, yet you couldn’t stop as he pulled himself out of you, leaving but the tip inside, just to slap every last inch back into you. Sending you over the edge before you even realized what was happening. 

You writhed and shook under him, robbed of any coherent thought. It made you feel like the feeling of cloud nine was never-ending. 

Toes curled as you drew him down closer to you, your pussy fluttering around him as he refused to let up on the pace he had set. Fucking you right through what could only feel like one of the hardest orgasms you’d had. 

With his name on your lips, you shook and trembled as he didn’t let go of you, fucking you through your orgasm until he reached his own.

His hips stilled, teeth digging into the soft flesh of your neck to stifle the helpless moan that escaped his lips, burying his length inside you as his thick seed spilled.

Still feeling the aftershocks of your high, you and Licht panted, limbs weak and barely able to hold on for much longer. 

Licht sighed, trying to calm his erratic breath, too tired to think of anything else but to hold you with your skin against and the promise of sleep until late morning if possible. 

Watching your chest rise and fall, teary, tired eyes looking at him; he smiled in return, bending down to steal a last kiss for the night, admiring the glint of sweat on your skin. 

And despite he wanted to admire you, and how your bodies looked together, you could barely keep your eyes open anymore, exhaustion finally dragging you to the sweet slumber you wanted from the start. 

Licht could be content with admiring you in the morning, he told himself as he ran the tip of his finger down the soft skin of your cheek, still smiling at how full his heart was with you. 

The flame of the candle flicked, catching the attention of both of you; he turned his head, blowing it off for the night and going back to the darkness, yet, this time he had you in his arms. Not needing a flame or light to keep each other warm as you finally lay next to each other. 

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not me trying to edit Licht smut and realizing I deadass wrote 10 pages

anyways tomorrooooowww

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The s/o (reader) of Nobunaga, Masamune, Mitsuhide and Arthur of Ikevamp is going to die in a few years (put 4 or 5 years) and she know it. Thanks for your work and effort, I glad to see another writer here. 🙏🏼🙇🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Oda Nobunaga | Date Masamune | Akechi Mitsuhide | Arthur Conan Doyle | x GN!Reader Rating: General. Word count: 1479 words Warning/s: Slight angst, mentions of illness and medication. Author note: Hello! Sorry this took so long, but I'm so happy for this request, I hope it lived up to your expectations. Thank you for requesting for Arthur, it's my first time writing him.

Traveling through time had never been in your plans. You had grown too used to the commodities of your life, knowing that you were living as best as you could before the tragic end would come.

Your plans had been to love freely, to live to your heart's content before everything came to an end. It was the least you could do despite knowing the end of your life was near. It was not your plan to find a love so strong you wished and begged destiny to stop the cruel punchline of the joke.

It was not your plan to be so madly in love you wished things were different to stop the wounds of your heart from making you bleed out on your lover’s hands.

[୨୧] — Nobunaga Oda

You and Nobunaga had danced around each other from the very start. Bumping heads as the woman who saved his life and the cruel conqueror who sought to claim each part of you little by little until you were nothing but his.

There was fire and passion at every moment, with you fighting the hard walls he built around his heart to pass as the heartless man who’d do anything to accomplish his goal. And him trying to shape you into a soul that belonged only to him.

Yet, the result was that his soul was stripped before you, heart laying in your hands to protect and help him grow and heal, while he shielded all of you from the dangers of the world while trusting your strength and convictions to survive.

Survive. What a funny word, right?

Having a relationship meant being honest, so you had to tell your lover about the condition that was going to cut your life short.

Your tale was welcomed with a hard stare, concerned, thoughtful. Knowing he was thinking of all the possible ways he could help you, but none came to mind.

He could assure you to put you under the best care, but the thought that you came from a time beyond, with lots of technology he still couldn’t entirely comprehend, and you still didn’t have hopes of living a long life.

How could he promise you something he wouldn’t be able to grant?...

Yet, he promised he wouldn’t leave, and he’d stay until your last breath, trying to keep you alive for the years you had ahead, and in history itself so the love promise wasn’t forgotten even in the centuries to come.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

[୨୧] — Date Masamune

He was a hurricane, coming to sweep you off your feet by how strong he was, taking your breath away with the energy he carried.

He lived fast, too fast. Making sacrifices for the greater good that was to come, not minding if he got caught in the middle.

He looked forward and never stopped to look behind unless it was to honor those that made the future possible, but always looking at the new day that came.

Once he met you, he slowed his fast pace to backtrack and reflect on everything that had happened in his life, how he never gave his heart out unless it was to lose himself in the emotion and the throes of passion and fire.

But you had been different, stopping him in his tracks, making him hesitate about the next step and wonder about the life he was living.

You were a bright spark, a bright firework…that was going to extinguish sooner or later.

When he wanted to know about the future you came from, he was amazed by how the world moved on, by how it developed and advanced.

Until it came to your health. You had patiently explained that you had been ill for a long time, and your life expectancy was not greater than a few years, that even if the technology of your home was quite advanced, or at least much more than what they had in Sengoku period, your hopes for a long life were not in the picture.

He took it upon himself to show you how to live a wonderful life, a fast and beautiful one before the end came, and you gladly took his hand through it.

Masamune then slowed down later, when his heart ached inevitably whenever you shared your time, thinking that you were going to be gone and he’d have nothing but the memories.

If he was so used to moving on, why did the thought of moving on without you hurt so much?

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

[୨୧] — Akechi Mitsuhide

This man can read you deeply like an open book even if you shut yourself with a lock and key. There’s nothing you can hide from him.

Not even when your origins are secret enough that he decides to look through your room and your belongings, finding your bag that carried your things from your time.

He immediately questioned the mysterious containers that were not made of glass nor clay but…something else, and colorful contents.

In his mind, it could be poison, which wouldn’t be rare, but combined with the other things he found he wasn’t happy about someone like you having so many interesting secrets he was yet to find out.

The interrogation wasn’t pretty. He was terrifying once he showed his bad side, and he was bad enough of a tease already, but this was meant to rip information out of you even if you didn’t have anything bad to hide.

You calmly took one of the pills, and swallowed it down, then calmly explain what it was, how you got it, and why did you need it.

His hard stare and cocky smile turned into one you couldn’t quite read.

He clicked his silver tongue, taking a seat right in front of you, hinting at you to continue your strange story, wanting to know more to determine if what you said was true or not.

Surprisingly, even for the expert liar that he was, you spoke nothing but the truth, he could clearly see it and piece together the puzzle of how you acted like you didn’t belong there at all, now knowing the reason.

After that, he decided not to pry too much into your life, unless you were willing to open up to him, which you were after you two had spent too much time together as mentor and apprentice, as a fake wife, and fake husband.

Mitsuhide didn’t want to admit that he was smitten with you, deciding to show his affection as the helpless teasing to the point of tears. He decided his heart had been closed off for too long, and when you came, he wanted to open up more than anything.

Until he remembered that there was a time limit to having you.

Maybe the only way he could treasure you as he wanted was by deciding to not have you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

[୨୧] — Arthur Conan Doyle

He liked the little game you played together, he lived for the fun of just unwrapping every layer you had to offer until your soul laid bare for his curiosity to gobble you up.

Yet, he had his limitations once he realized you were too pure and bright, that your light was one too warm he craved in the unforgiving storm of the memories that still haunted him from his mortal life.

You were so, so warm. So full of life…

And he had fallen hard for you without noticing until his heart was so full of you and was spilling. So helplessly in love, wanting nothing but to give all of himself to you in exchange for a small bit of your affection.

It was so dark and so cold inside his mind, that you made him want nothing else but to give you his heart, and in exchange, he’d take care of your life and destiny for the years he had to come.

That is when after adventures solving “mysteries” downtown you decided you trusted him enough to tell you about the illness shortening your life, and how you had traveled to Paris as part of your idea of traveling before it came to an end.

He stood quiet the whole time, face turning into one of deep regret and melancholy. Memories of all that he had lost­-- All he couldn’t save.

And you… You were innocent, pure, bright light. A warm fire. And even without having you, you were going to be ripped away and become one more of the many losses. Another beautiful soul with their lives cut short.

Arthur once again couldn’t do anything to stop that dreadful thing from happening. No matter how much he loved you, he was still doomed to lose you…

Or not.

He just hoped you could agree to share eternity with him, and maybe you and he would have to ask Comte for a not-so-small favor.

But the fear of loss still wouldn’t leave as easily.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

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Hello!!! I adore your one shots and I hope you are still writing. Would it be possible to ask some hc's on Mitsunari as a parent?

Characters: Mitsunari Ishida x Reader Rating: General. Word count: 1333 words Warning/s: Pregnancy. Having children. I mention fluids at some point. Author note: I gotchu anon! Thank you very much for your request ehehehe lately I've been on the baby fever train!

The announcement

Telling Mitsunari he was going to be a father was…a mess. To say the least.

It was during a rather small feast held at the war council celebrating the latest Alliance between the Oda forces and a daimyo who stood on neutral ground during the war.

You had been eating to your heart's content, happy to fill yourself with all the delicious food now that you were eating for two.

But you were waiting for the right moment to tell Mitsunari about the great news.

Until the moment people started pouring drinks. Particularly Nobunaga who had you stand next to him to give you credit for still granting him luck even in your position as Lady Ishida.

You filled his cup while he chatted with you about menial things until he grabbed the pitcher to fill your cup that had been filled with water and tea until now.

You shook your head, politely declining but Nobu as he was asked “Oh, are you denying me a drink?”

The mess came when your lady-in-waiting knelt at the feet of the dais after noticing Nobunaga’s insistence, bowing deeply in worry.

“I beg you, Lord Nobunaga. My lady is expecting, and sake will harm the baby!”

The room fell into deep silence.

Then burst with loud noise, you not knowing who was really saying what as people laughed, sang cheers, and started congratulating you and your clueless husband who was probably about to faint at how deeply he was focusing on you.

Hideyoshi was both interrogating Mitsunari and you while taking the cup away, Nobunaga was having the time of his life watching the mess around, and Masamune decided it was time to whip more food out to ensure you ate to your heart's content. Ieyasu stood dumbfounded at how on earth you and the airhead (his own words) were having a kid.

You and Mitsunari had to retire after a long time of accepting congratulations, not having a moment alone to speak until you were in your private quarters.

The moment you were in the solitude of your room, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, breathing in the scent of your hair, laying his hands on your tummy.

When you turned around to look at his face, you saw all feelings of inner conflict.

He gently explained himself, not wanting you to think that he was unhappy about you and him having a kid, but more about his worries about parenthood. But in fact, he was elated about the news.

In his mind he could see himself having a family with you, he didn’t think the moment would arrive so soon.

The night ended with the promise of a bright future and new worries ahead, yet the happiness wasn’t lacking.

During the pregnancy:

Goodness, pregnancy is a ride with him.

From sleeping in until late morning and having the maids or sometimes, even Hideyoshi scold you both awake, from Kitty hissing at him whenever he came too close when she was laying on your lap, from him spilling tea everywhere after offering to make a cup for you to clear the aftertaste of your morning sickness.

Mitsunari is a well-read man, but he can’t find any text that can tell him what to expect once your child arrives so guess what he does?

He goes to seek the answers with Ieyasu.

Who keeps avoiding him like the plague.

“What am I? A babysitter? I’m a war medic, I don’t deal with children.”

“But I can’t leave your idiotic mess to care for a kid.”

You find Ieyasu, who is looking more irritated than you have ever seen him, explaining to Mitsunari about the basics of caring for a newborn: hygiene, common illnesses and conditions, and other things you’d classify as “old wives’ tales” with your knowledge from the future.

By the third trimester Mitsunari sticks to you like glue, not parting from your side in case you need help.

Your water breaks when he is reading a very long report and while you were sewing tiny clothes. It’s pretty much painless, and you are glad because Mitsunari has been focused on the report for hours and he is not halfway through it, so it gives you an opportunity to calmly “wake him up” from his trance.

You see his face pale at the sight, he clears his throat and puts everything aside to aid you, getting as serious as he gets on important task or even at the battlefield.

This man deadass drafted a plan on how to act when you were about to give birth, he has it perfectly memorized like a war strategy.

From the room you give birth in, equipped with all the commodities, from the most loyal of servants and physicians to help you along.

You basically see an army play out, but instead of charging into the flames of war, everyone is just making sure you deliver a healthy child while making you comfortable.

Mitsunari absolutely thinks of everything.

Except the fact that the very stubborn midwife keeps him out of the room, where he is forced to sit outside of, waiting.

The moment he hears you whimper and yelling in pain he is at the door, commanding to be let in to see that you are alright, but he doesn’t get an answer but the loud noises coming from inside the room.

Kitty keeps him company during his wait, staring hard at the door just as he is doing. Too focused on the closed door that he doesn’t register the tiny cries from inside the room.

After a long while, Kitty meows as the door slides open, the maids exiting the room while carrying the dirty bedsheets.  Those maids you befriended looking tired, yet they smile with satisfaction.

He hurries inside the room, only to find you in bed, chest exposed while a smaller figure lays against your skin.

Raising a tiny human:

Now as an actual parent, Mitsunari likes the routines. His inner clock somehow always tells him when it's time for the baby to nap, to be fed, or to be changed. It’s a nice way to control how he spends his days, ensuring he is not overworking himself while also doing his job as the father of the child.

Now, what he doesn’t enjoy is how unpredictable children are.

One time, when your child was starting to crawl around, grabbing everything within their grasp, Mitsunari found himself reading an important letter.

By the time he had finished reading it, which was less than a few minutes, the child had somehow knocked the ink from his desk, spilling the contents on the tatami mats and on his own clothes.

He didn’t even notice.

It’s fun though, watching Mitsunari, the love of your life to whom you had grown closer by taking care of him and his routine, doing the same to the little child you had made together.

He loves to hold them while he works, usually on his chest.

He even asks you if you can sew him a little something so he can strap the child to his chest while he works!

Kitty does not enjoy having her tail pulled at though, yet she grows fond of the tiny creature enough that you once find her curled up on your child’s crib next to them, both soundly asleep.

Mitsunari is protective, and he takes on an active role as a parent.

You understand this, as he was left at a temple without parents to care for him and he is doing the opposite, holding onto your child to grant them all the love he lacked.

You are proud of your husband for being more centered after realizing how much of a mess having a child was.

Now you are left to worry about if your child will be as clueless as Mitsunari once was.

Not that you would love them any less.

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I put my altar up for all my deaceased husbandos

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hi! I don't know if you also write for Ikeprince but I wanted to make a request on Chevalier as a father?

Characters: Chevalier Michel x Reader Rating: General. Word count: 1568 words Warning/s: None. Having kids. Pregnancy. Author note: I'm a simp for Chevalier, so this hc's got out of hand and its kinda long, in this essay I will---

The announcement

This man is inexperienced in some stuff, but he is not an idiot. He immediately knew when you were feeling under the weather before you could blink, sending the royal physician to check on you when you started waking up later than usual, complaining about the soreness on your body and the stomach cramps

At first, he thought it was due to the stress you were under as the Queen Consort, and he contemplated putting more work on his plate to help you along while you recovered. 

But then the physician came running to him after checking in on you, bowing deeply before him, out of breath as he apologized over and over for interrupting the meeting with his faction. 

“Her Majesty The Queen is expecting.” Were the words spoken before Chevalier could ask what such a display was about. 

There was a heavy silence in the room then. That was broken by Luke asking “Eh? Does she have visitors?” 

Followed by Clavis laughing his lungs out.

Followed by the foxy glances of Nokto after a minute of shock.

“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue, annoyed at the idiotic reactions as he stood up, cape fluttering behind him as he exited the room with long strides to hurry to the bedroom. 

You were there, processing the news, standing before the full-length mirror to see the changes in you, despite they were minimal and barely visible, even under the eye of an expert. 

In silence, he approached after closing the door behind him. The air in the room turned heavy with uncertainty as he made his way to you.

“Chevalier--I…” words died in your throat, not knowing what to say. 

“Quiet,” he commanded, laying a heavy, yet gentle hand on your shoulder that made you feel comforted by the warmth that spread all over your body. “Come sit and read with me.” 

Despite all the work put aside, he sat down, taking you with him and holding you on his lap with a gentle embrace, the palm of his hand resting on your belly, and yours laid over his. 

During the pregnancy

You bet Chevalier takes a break from romance novels just so he can read about children and parenting in general (please let it be books about it Cybird I beg you)

You are under the watchful eye of every servant and soldier, having them come to you for every and any of your needs. After all, that’s the firstborn of The King you are carrying. 

Yet you still insist on taking on your duties as Queen as you’d normally do, just with a little more support that your multiple brothers-in-law granted you to make it possible for you to have time to rest and take it easy. 

Chevalier has it rough, not getting a wink of sleep during the nights, worrying more about the enemies that might be lurking in the shadows to harm you and your child, or about your morning sickness.

As King and Queen, you’d have days where you won’t see each other until night fell, but Chevalier moves mountains just so he can get his work done with you sitting next to him, or preferably, on his lap. 

You also bet he has his sword pointed at Clavis at all times while he makes him dismantle all of his artifacts for pranks that could cause you harm even if they are not intended. If you have an accident and Clavis is in a mile radius his head won’t be attached to his body.

He doesn’t show it, but he is truly worried every time he spends a busy day all on his own without time to check in on you. 

You have a little argument over names one day. For some reason, and taking you by surprise, he lists a lot of girl names.  

Oh, remember that Clavis dismantled his stuff? Yeah, he forgot one thing that is supposed to jump-scare Yves in the kitchen whenever he would be baking

The thing is, it did jumpscare Yves…when you and he decided it’d be great to bake something together. It was his scream of terror that jump scared you so bad that your water broke. 

Chaos ensued. Yves was panicking and you…not so much. There was not as much liquid as you’d imagine there would be, but it was enough that your gown stained. 

The first ones to come to aid at Yves’ scream were Rio, who also threw himself into a panic fit about the baby about to be born, and Licht, who happened to be as calm as you were. Thankfully Licht helped you walk out of the kitchen. While Rio and Yves were consoling each other, hurrying to see what to do to help, calling for your maids to help you. 

Your maids were prepared and they rushed to prepare the room you’d be giving birth in, notifying the physician and midwives so they could come as soon as possible. 

With all the scandals in the kitchen, people might have or have not forgotten to notify someone else, the news reaching Sariel first who dutifully smacked some sense into Rio before heading to the King and announcing the news. 

Chevalier immediately dropped all of his work, “Take care of it.”, he told Sariel as he exited the room to meet you, leaving all of his work of the day in the hands of the minister. 

Thankfully, your contractions were barely starting when he made it to your side, and you had already been stripped from your gown into more comfortable robes.

Chevalier knew you were strong, but he never put your strength to the test until he held your hand during labor, clenching his jaw to avoid showing his pain because you definitely were about to break his fingers.

He holds you, with an arm around your shoulder so he is close to your body, enough for you to feel him breathe behind you, helping you control your own ragged breathing by trying to match his. 

Your birth was private, with only the necessary staff to take care of you, but behind the locked door, there was a sea of people holding their breath, listening to your wailing…and the silence that came after, followed by a tiny cry. 

Having a tiny human

Solana Michel is named the first princess of Rhodolite to be born in a long time, after a long tradition of all boys in a family. 

You took the opportunity to rest from your duties in order to take care of Solana yourself, despite a lot of the female staff insisting you shouldn't. Which was met with an “are you serious?” look from your part. 

As for Chevalier, he is still a busy man, but this time he decides to rely more on his brothers and their talents to take some weight off his shoulder so he can spend more family time with you, still taking care of the most important matters that require him. 

He is not great with kids (this is canon btw), so the first time he held his daughter, she started crying, making him tense all over before handing her back to you to soothe her. 

It takes some more tries, but the result is the same, Solana always starts bawling her lungs out the moment he holds her. 

He is annoyed, more with himself at how bad he is dealing with his own child. 

The one time Solana didn’t cry was when you were bathing after putting her to sleep in the crib. Chevalier sat close to it, reading as usual, with the quiet rain outside as background noise. Until it started thundering.

Needless to say, Solana started bawling at the loud noise outside, making him turn to look at her and consider calling you or one of the nannies to care for her.

Chevalier was still frustrated about his own daughter not liking him, and you taking care of most of her needs, and he didn’t exactly want anyone else to do it. 

He sighs heavily, prepared for the baby girl to cry her loudest once he holds her, but once she is in his arms her sobs quiet down. 

Good thing you aren’t in the room because you’d be able to see the face of pure shock this man has. 

The baby quiets down, and he does what he read once in all of those parenting books he decided to read: he hums a lullaby he has heard you sing to her and rocks her softly so she drifts back to sleep. 

You go out the bathroom only to be greeted with the sight of him, sitting comfortably with an open book in his hand and the other holding your daughter -who is now sleeping soundly- on his chest. He only gives you a soft look once he notices you are standing there. 

Once you are dressed for bed, you offer to take her so you can move her to the crib. 

“No. I’ll take care of her.” 

Half an hour later he joins you in bed, careful of the small baby in his arms. This man doesn’t show it but he is elated and won’t let go of Solana, so that night she sleeps between the two of you. 

He definitely reads to her, and he personally teaches her how to read and write as soon as she is old enough, that way the three can share a pastime. 

Chevalier doesn’t tell you yet, but he wants to go for a second and maybe a third *wink wink* 

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Hey 😋 I love your fics and headcanons so much,! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy scenario for Sasuke X reader, having their first date back in the modern era? Thanks so much :D

Characters: Sasuke Sarutobi x Reader. Rating: General. Word count: 978 words Warning/s: None, just a dork’s inner thoughts. Author note: This is very short, but I swear I put my heart into it, Sasuke is my bias and best boi I just adore him so much but my brain is fried from all the work I’ve been doing for the past months, please forgive me for taking so long to write this!!

First of many

He couldn’t help but keep looking at his phone. 

It was beyond all logic to think that alternating between looking over his phone and his wristwatch could make time move faster. 

You and he had decided it would be fun to try to have the “first date” experience, even if you had what he thought was the “Perfect Falling in Love Story in Sengoku Era”. As two people that had lived most of their lives in the 21st century, having a first date was a must for your relationship to progress according to his perfectly crafted plan for the future you’d share together. 

But back to what was important, Sasuke had arrived half an hour early at the place you agreed on meeting after work. He would have normally covered all his tasks for the day, not minding the extra time spent, but this time he rushed so fast from his workplace everyone was surprised that Mikumo Sasuke had other plans.

He had double—no, triple-checked his messages with you to confirm that he hadn’t gotten the hour wrong or the place. He had checked himself over and over, cleaning his glasses with a cloth, fixing his hair into place, folding his cardigan neatly as it rested now on his arm —in case you didn’t have a sweater and he could offer you his as part of the date experience—. 

Sasuke had to take some time to think, maybe something came up at work and you had to stay for a minute more? No, you’d message him to tell him. Maybe you were stuck in the traffic? No, not at this hour. 

BZZZ! BZZZ!

His phone vibrated in his hand, and he almost jumped, having been pulled out of his deep thoughts. 

Moon of my Life: Look behind you! [3:45 pm] 

Sasuke turned as fast as humanly possible —for a moderately awesome ninja—, only to see you and—he stood dumbfounded for a second, or more, at the sight of you dazzling like the brightest star.  

Dear celestial bodies, everything seemed so bright every time he laid his eyes on you. 

Having the first date experience was worth it even if everything inside him became a mess, the good kind of a mess as you walked toward him, waving your hand to say hi. 

Sasuke had to swallow hard and regain his composure to ensure his perfectly crafted plan was not ruined by his strong desire to just hurry toward you and kiss the air out of your lungs. 

He did walk toward you until you were face to face. 

“I am not late, am I? Work kept me a bit busier than I expected. Sorry if I made you wait.” You smiled apologetically, bowing at your waist. 

“No worries. I arrived just a few minutes ago. We are still quite early from the time we agreed on meeting. How was work today?” 

He didn’t mention the extra 30 minutes he spent waiting in fear of you thinking he might be too intense for a first date —even if you had spent three months together already—. 

“I forgot how boring office meetings can be, there was a moment I tried to imagine I was back at the War Council with the Oda Forces to keep myself focused, but it's never the same without Ieyasu throwing his venom at Mitsunari or Mitsuhide making Hideyoshi steam off his ears.” You sighed dramatically to make a point about how dull your day had been. Or maybe it was that you had too many emotions the last three months that everything else seemed too normal or too calm for your taste. 

Sasuke nodded. “While I enjoy doing lab work, the adrenaline of a new simulation can’t ever compare to the adrenaline of being chased down the hall by Kenshin-sama.” 

You let out a giggle, nodding your head in understanding with a voice heavy with emotion. “I would be lying if I didn’t miss all of them.”

Nope, nope, nope. Sasuke told himself, it was not the time to dive deep into nostalgia and the sadness of leaving your friends 500 years behind. 

He reached to fix a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, allowing himself to smile softly in reassurance, “We’ll go back. Trust me. There’s a 99.97% chance another wormhole will open in a few months.” 

It was a 43.67% chance, but he didn’t want to worry you with his fatal stats about going back to the place you had started to consider your home to make a life together. 

Yet, your smile, trusting and soft made him think that no matter the chances, you were going to make it back safe. 

“Shall we go now?” You asked, pulling him out of his thoughts once more. 

“Ah, yes. Miss?” Sasuke turned to his side and offered you his arm, with a small giggle you linked yours before you started walking toward the path that led to the museum.

First a walk around the art museum you had suggested, then dinner at a fancy café he had wanted to visit but his job had kept him too busy from visiting, and to wrap things up, you’ll stop by the pedestrian bridge to see the stars above, maybe even joke about how the strong artificial lights from the city didn’t allow a clear view of the night sky in comparison of the sights the Sengoku era had gifted you.

He had all his pickup lines prepared for the occasion, some with the intent of making you laugh at how dorky they were.

It might not be your first-first date, but it was the first one you spent on the modern day you had been so accustomed to, so he had wanted to make it special, a day you both could remember once you were hopefully back in time.

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Forgive Me [Sariel x Reader][Fluff]

Characters ↬ Sariel Noir

Rating ↬ General

Tags ↬ Fluff, Fem! Reader, Period Cramps and Mood Swings, Apologetic Sariel, Fluffy Sariel

Description ↬ What happens when you’re going through some of the worst mood swings and period cramps of your life, but you still have to attend your daily tutoring session with the King’s Regent, Sariel?

A/N ↬ Here you go, @aide-falls! Thank you for sharing so many of your lovely ideas with me. I was in a fluffy mood today, so I hope you don’t mind fluffy apologetic Sariel. ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ I’ll deliver some spicy Sariel soon.

Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games.

Wordcount ↬ 1.6k

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Why was everything around you so irritating today? It was like everywhere you looked, there was someone there to bug you about something, or tease you about something, or grate on your already frazzled nerves. To be fair, it wasn’t their fault. It wasn’t like everyone had suddenly become more annoying, but your tolerance for their antics had greatly diminished this week. Dreadful, heavy anxiety rooted itself in your chest, causing everything to dredge up the worst feelings in you. With the added horror of dull pain wracking through your body with every step you took, you were one minor inconvenience away from reaching your limit.

You couldn’t blame Sariel for not knowing what was going on. After all, he had been responsible for raising eight princes, not eight princesses. The most he had to deal with was Clavis’ rowdiness and, later on, Jin and Nokto’s penchant for inviting random women into their beds. There was no way he would know how to handle the sensitivities of being a woman and having to deal with cramps every month. With that being said, you know you couldn’t blame him, but you couldn’t help yourself when you felt that familiar rage begin to course through your veins.

“Belle? How do you expect to choose the next King of Rhodolite when you can barely pay attention long enough to answer a simple question about the number one export of Benitoite?” Sariel’s voice droned on over the dull ache in your abdomen, and because of it, you could barely register what he was saying. Then, the sudden smack of his ruler against the desk caused you to look up, eyes widened in shock.

Seconds later, you felt an unfortunate stinging of tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t that you wanted to start crying in the middle of your foreign affairs studies with the King’s Regent, but when one stray tear made its way down your cheek, you knew there was no stopping it. “Well, maybe I won’t be able to choose a good King. You’re right. Maybe I’m just doomed to condemn all of Rhodolite to ruin because I chose the wrong King because I’m too stupid to pay attention!”

If you weren’t smack-dab in the middle of the situation, you would have found the stunned silence written all over Sariel’s face amusing. It was the first time in his entire life where he wasn’t able to expect what was coming, and your uncharacteristic blow-up had him wracking his brain to figure out what he might have done to set you off. You weren’t usually so quick to anger.

“I can’t do this today, Sariel.” You stood up so fast that your chair toppled over as a result, and you began to walk away. The dull ache in your abdomen had now become a sharp pain akin to what you would imagine a knife stabbing you repeatedly would feel like.

“Are you truly walking away from your duties as Belle?” Sariel demanded, amethyst eyes flashing with astonishment as he watched you turn your back on him.

“As I said, I can’t deal with this today, Sariel. I will deal with the consequences of my actions tomorrow. Every second that passes by makes me feel worse and worse, and I’m pretty sure I’m close to passing out,” you shot back, turning to give him one last icy glare. “Now, if you’ll please excuse me.”

He watched as your figure got smaller and smaller as you made your way down the hall. Despite his astonishment, he tried his best to figure out the reason as to what was causing you to be so upset. You had mentioned not feeling well, and you’d clearly been preoccupied the entire lesson. It wasn’t as though this was your typical behaviour, and—oh. That’s when it hit him like a ton of bricks – the reason for your moodiness and disobedience. How could he have been so insensitive? He was the King’s Regent, after all. He’d been trained on social customs, on the intricacies of navigating the most demanding situations, even the sensitivities that may arise in the Queen and King’s consorts’ during certain times of the month. How could he have been so stupid to not realize it?

**

Thanking the lucky stars that you had a little bit of privacy, you immediately curled up into a ball under the covers of your bed and willed yourself to fall asleep. It had been an absolutely terrible day, and you were glad to sleep off the rest of it. After tossing and turning back and forth a couple more times, the grasps of slumber finally lulled you to a nightmare-filled sleep.

That’s why when there was a soft knock on your door an hour later, you didn’t hear it. “Belle?” Sariel’s voice called out softly, unsure of whether you’d even open the door for him. Behind his back was a tray with hot tea, a heat-pack, an herbal concoction that was supposed to be very effective in reducing menstrual cramps, and some sweets he’d firmly asked Yves to make over the past couple hours. To be fair, he’d also requested Rio to deliver the tray of goods to you, only to have your ever-loyal dog make up a poor excuse of “needing to see where Prince Nokto was” and suggesting that Sariel deliver it to you himself. If he weren’t so worried about you, he would’ve shot down Rio’s suggestion and immediately rebuked him. However, the pained expression you’d shot him was haunting him, and he needed to make sure you were okay.

It was odd. Ever since you’d entered the castle, he’d always felt drawn towards you. He knew it was wrong. He knew it wasn’t allowed. But day after day, watching that brilliant smile you’d flash him after getting the answer to one of his questions right, or when he’d offer you the rarest of praise, it began to chip away at his ice-cold heart. It was to the point where he’d give you easy questions he knew you’d be able to answer just so he could see that proud little smile and hear the ringing of your angelic laughter. How could anyone be so lovable? How could he even hope that you’d grace his devilish heart with your radiance?

He ran a hand through his hair quickly and willed himself to return to the task at hand. Were you asleep? Were you still angry at him? Those were all questions on his mind as he waited patiently for you to respond. After a few moments of silence, he called out once again. “Belle, I’m coming in.” He blinked a couple of times as his gaze flitted around the room, looking for you. The soft smile that began to form on his lips was inadvertent once he saw a familiar, vaguely-human-shaped ball underneath the covers.

Not wanting to rouse you from your slumber, he gently placed the tray on your desk, making sure not to make any excessive noise. One last longing gaze was cast in your direction before he left, noting to himself to get your loyal dog to check up on you in a couple hours.

**

The loud sound of a male’s voice a couple hours later woke you up from your slumber. “Are you feeling better?!” A familiar head of bright blonde hair popped out from your peripheral vision, and you turned to gaze sleepily at him. Before you could even respond to your best friend’s question, he began to push a tray laden with delicious treats and two teacups towards you, one filled with your favourite earl gray tea and the other with an unidentified concoction.

“Drink this! It’s supposed to be good for your cramps. Oh, I’m so glad you’re awake. I was so worried!” Rio continued, fussing over you until you finally accepted the liquid concoction from him. The bitter taste caused you to gag, and you had to swallow hard to make sure every last drop had made its way down your throat.

“Thanks, Rio. I really appreciate you doing all of this for me… You didn’t have to.” A shy smile made its way onto your lips as you looked at the expression on your friend’s face, not unlike that of a dog that had just been praised by its owner.

“While I’d love to take credit for doing something so sweet for you, this wasn’t my doing! Bossman arranged for all of this. He said he felt awful for being insensitive, and he wanted to apologize!” Rio shot a grin back at you. “Look, he even left a note!”

Belle,

I’ve asked some of the castle maids for an herbal tincture that is very effective in reducing pains for a woman. Please drink this as soon as you wake up.

I’ve also called for your loyal dog to check in on you, so I hope that you’ve been able to get some rest before he starts barking up a storm. I am looking forward to recommencing our studies once you feel better. So do not worry about studying or your duties until you feel 100% back to your regular self again.

And I’d like to note I’ve never doubted your abilities as Belle. After all, to doubt your abilities would be to question my own judgment – and that’s something that I’ve never done.

One last thing… Belle, will you forgive me for my insensitivity? It isn’t often I’m wrong, but I was wrong about how I treated you today. I hope to see that resilient attitude and determination from you once more. You have been a joy to mentor… and a pleasure to be around.

Sincerely,

Sariel.

Fin.

#recomendation #this was such a good read during my period #ikepri #ikepri fic #ikepri sariel #ikepri sariel fic #sariel noir x reader #thank god please someone give me a goth bish to deal with me wanting to rip my uterus out

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Hey by any chance do you have a way to make a tag list? I'd like to be notified from my main blog when you post because notifs don't work on my phone rn (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

Hello anon! I never thought about making a tag list for my works, I might work on it if other people want

What are you guys opinions? Should I make a format or something for a tag list?

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen fanfiction #ikesen fanfic #ikepri fanfiction #ikevamp fanfic

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Just a friendly reminder <3

Thanks for giving me a chance ❤

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Finally! After some time of inactivity, I can finally say that I am opening my ask box once more to your requests

Please, make sure to read The RULES and remember that I don’t just only write one-shots, I’m also open for:

Headcanons (4 characters per request)

Imagines

NSFW Scenarios

What I write:

Ikemen Sengoku (any character)

Ikemen Vampire (please go easy on me, I still haven't played a lot of routes so they might take longer)

Ikemen Prince (please go easy on me too, I've only played the three main guys)

#cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen series #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikesen fanfic #ikevamp fanfic #ikepri fanfiction

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Finally! After some time of inactivity, I can finally say that I am opening my ask box once more to your requests

Please, make sure to read The RULES and remember that I don’t just only write one-shots, I’m also open for:

Headcanons (4 characters per request)

Imagines

NSFW Scenarios

What I write:

Ikemen Sengoku (any character)

Ikemen Vampire (please go easy on me, I still haven't played a lot of routes so they might take longer)

Ikemen Prince (please go easy on me too, I've only played the three main guys)

#cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series #ikevamp #ikepri #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #ikesen fanfic #ikevamp fanfic #ikepri fanfiction

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So I’ve been thinking forever on this… Is Masamune ever a love rival in anyones route?? I mean I thought he’d be the rival in Keiji’s but coincidentally masa was busy most of that route..!!

I'VE THOUGHT THIS EXACT SAME THING

Unfortunately, as far as I know, our One-Eyed Dragon is not the love rival in any of the routes so far...This kind of saddens me a bit to be honest because I think that Masamune had a great ✨Character development ✨

So I hope we can get to see Masamune with a good and painful heartache *evil laugh*

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #date masamune #masamune date