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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body, just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

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etheries1015 · 3 months

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Hiii! I saw you write for Ikemen Prince, and I really like your writing, so I wanted to ask u a bit of self-indulgent headcanon 👉👈

I wanted to ask some headcanons for Chevalier and Silvio with a fem!s/o (or also gender neutral is fine❤️) who is insecure about having small boobies/a flat chest? If you're uncomfortable with it it's fine! And ty for reading this, have a nice day and drink plenty of water!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is probably my first ikemen prince request! YIPPEEEEE <3 heuheuehu.

Fem! MC who is insecure about their small breasts </3

Featuring: Chevalier and Silvio!

general warnings: Afab reader + fem pronouns, mildly suggestive, slight spoilers of Silvios route.

Chev

Chevalier could tell by the way you requested your dresses with more ruffles and outfits that hid your chest that something was amiss. It wasn't the first time he realized you had this insecurity, the way you would stare off in the distance at a group of noble women with envy and sadness glinting in your eyes as you took note of their curves, your hands absentmindedly fiddling at the ruffles the top of your dress. This went on for a week, the stares, the off-hand mindless comments about your undergarments, the mannerisms you had at night in your gowns, and the insistence of ones that accentuated the right places (he over heard you speaking to the tailor he had assigned you for.)

He thought this was normal womanly behavior, for every woman seems to find jealousy in others for reasons seemingly ridiculous in his eyes. Always being a man of action Instead of speaking words of affirmation, Chev would do things such as reject certain clothing you wanted to wear to balls and suggest something else that actually seemed to show off your flat-chested outline, or lay out outfits he had chosen rather than allowing you the freedom of that choice. He did not know that the problems were rooted deeper than that until you brought it into the bedroom.

Things were becoming heated when you insisted that you not face him during intimacy, and began covering your chest shyly as he undressed you with typical eagerness for the nights passion. finding himself becoming rather annoyed at your sudden shyness, Chev found himself grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, moving his eyes right above yours to tower over you.

"I thought I had made it clear," He stated in his usual monotone voice, "That you have no need to be insecure about something as frivolous as your chest." He grunted. Your eyes widened in surprise at his comment and turned your head shyly, your hands struggling to break free from his strong grasp with the automatic response to cover up what you have been trying so desperately to hide. You should have known he would have easily caught onto you.

"I can't help it, King Chevalier," You replied with sadness in your voice, "It's just something you wouldn't understand. Having breasts like this just...feels debilitating as a woman," You felt yourself choke up, Chevalier's eyes squinting ever so slightly as his lips began to lower themselves to your buds.

"You do not need to worry about such drivel," He said, planting a soft kiss against your small mounds before taking a gentle bite, smiling at your eager mewl.

"The size of your chest does not determine your worth," he said with his mouth pressed against your sensitive skin, hands snaking down to your thighs and in between, "Such silliness does not matter. As far as I am aware, one's breast size does not factor in what makes you a woman. You have many more qualities that I would see classify you as such, much more than something like your bosom." He riddled your skin with kisses and teased your breasts with love and attention, bathing you in rare verbal praise to match the marks he left upon your body. Chevalier was certain to prove to you in his actions over and over again that you were his queen, his prized possession, and the most beautiful being he ever had the pleasure of spending the rest of his life with.

Silvio

Unlike Chevalier, Silvio was a bit more clueless on things such as comparing yourself to other women. He thought he had made it clear to you that his eyes were set upon nobody else but you, for you were the shiniest treasure he ever laid eyes upon. He never actually noticed the jealousy in your eyes at passing women in the halls and simply assumed when your gaze lingered on another woman at balls it was perhaps in interest to their dresses. He didn't notice the way you would ask him to start providing your clothing with a baggier style, thinking to himself perhaps it was a trend you caught onto. Never being a fan of getting to know other women, he seemed to be rather clueless in the comparisons and habits they may make out of insecurity.

He had, however, noticed your silence and lack of enthusiasm whenever you undressed, the way your optimism as of late had dwindled, and how your smile did not seem as vibrant as before. This happened in your shared bedroom with the king, preparing for your nightly bath that became routine with your lover. He noticed the way you stared into the mirror with a look of sadness glinting in your eyes, your arms moving up to cover your chest and sighing.

He was quick to move behind you, snaking arms around your waist and moving his head to kiss you gently against your neck. You tried to give him your normal enthusiastic smile with very little success, groaning in frustration at your low energy.

"What's gotten into ya?" He asked with worry thick in his tone, "Why're ya covering up like that? Let me see you," He purred, turning your body and tilting your chin to reach his gaze. You pursed your lips and gave into your resolve of leaving him out of it, blurting out your honest thoughts to your lover.

"Aren't you...y'know... embarrassed to be with someone with not many..um.." You glanced down at your chest before looking back up at him, "Assets?" Silvio's eyes widened in shock at your sudden inquiry, grunting in annoyance as he lifted you up with great strength and sat you on the counter of the bathroom.

"Hah? What are you on about?" He sneered, furrowing his eyebrows and holding your body close to his, "Ain't nothing wrong with being a bit flat chested- if that's what you're talking about." You looked away with a blush upon your cheeks.

"So you admit that I have small boobs?" You were half teasing your lover, knowing the best way to talk to him seemed to be with playful banter. He raised his eyebrows at this accusation, although his gaze remained sweet and calm seeing through your rouse.

"Well, yeah you ain't gotta lot there. But none of that matters to me, and it shouldn't matter to you."

"I feel like it makes me less of a woman," You pouted, "There's a lot of other women who-" He cut you off with a rough kiss against your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth and moving his hands to cup your breasts. He began to massage it gently, a hum of satisfaction deep in his throat. Silvio pulled away with an arrogant smile at your pout, trailing kisses from your jawline down to the breasts you claimed you detested.

"You better stop all that talk. You should know by now that you are more a woman than any of those plastic noble women will ever be," He placed kisses around your now sensitive mounds, "Now, next time just come out with it and tell me instead of bein' all sulky, alright? I don't care how long it takes or how many times I gotta do it, I'll convince ya time and time again how you're my queen."

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articdelilah · 6 months

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💐 ≽^•⩊•^≼ 💐

Adopting a kitten with the Princes!

Featuring: Chevalier, Clavis and Yves ♡

Chevalier-

It wasn’t really adopting, it was more like Emma just bringing in a stray kitten and practically begging Chevalier to let her keep it

Chevalier was very unhappy, narrowing his eyes at the cat and crossing his arms.

After a while of begging, Chevalier just dismissed Emma in silence and Emma took that as approval. She hugged her fiancée tightly and plastered that smile Chevalier loved so much.

Emma takes the kitten and gives him a bath, dries and brushes the kitten. As she’s brushing the bundle of wet fur, she realises something.

This kitten looks a lot of Chevalier…. The cat’s icy blue eyes and blonde fur, it’s like Chevalier transformed into a cat!! Not only did this Chevalier Junior look like the Brutal beast himself, he also seems to have a very similar personality.

Chevalier was already in bed when Emma placed the kitten on the bed, saying that she’s going to take a shower and be right back; leaving Chevalier and the kitten alone.

Emma had finished putting on one of Chevalier’s shirts on as a pj before opening the door to the book filled bedroom. She couldn’t help the smirk as she saw the scene in front of her; Chevalier reading a book as the kitten laid on his chest seemingly reading the book too. Chevalier’s piercing gaze was soon dragged from the book to his fiancée as he felt her weight drop on the bed. “I knew you’d fall in love with the little brutal beast!” Emma giggled as she crawled on the bed to where Chevalier was laying, reaching out to stroke the kitten’s soft fur. The kitten only gave her a small purr and a piercing look.

Clavis-

Clavis found the kitten in town and knew Emma would love it! He could already see her excited smile as she cuddled the kitten close to her chest.

The kitten was weak and tired, falling asleep in the warmth of Clavis’ hands almost immediately. This made Clavis slightly worried about the cat so he decided to take it to the vet first, buying food and toys before coming home.

“Just hold tight in there Cheetah” Clavis chuckled as he put the kitten in a purple box with a large white bow. Emma has just gotten out of a bath, Clavis opening the door to the bathroom and wolf whistled “Wow Emma! Cover yourself” He chuckled and an embarrassed squeak left the naked girl. Even though they’ve been fiancées for 6 months (and dated for longer), Emma still wasn’t used to Clavis coming into the bathroom like that.

“Well I’ll be damned! Come out, I’ve got a surprise for you” He chuckled as he closed the door giving Emma some space to get dressed. 2 minutes passed before Emma left the bathroom in her satin nightgown, raising her eyebrow at the box. The purple-haired Prince wagged a finger at her, signalising for her to come over. She obeyed and tilted her head at the box which was shaking a little.

“Well? Go on, Open it!” Clavis smiled excitedly as Emma slowly lifted the box, closing her eyes as she finally lifted the lid fully. She was expecting to get her face covered in glitter but nothing happened. Clavis couldn’t help himself but laugh loudly at her reaction which made Emma open her eyes ever so slightly to look inside the box. She gasped in excitement but before she could hug or thank Clavis, the kitten pounced onto her. His tiny claws digging into Emma’s skin to keep himself from falling, making Emma nearly trip backwards if it wasn’t for Clavis who was still laughing and embracing Emma to his chest.

Yves-

Emma presented Yves with the kitten on his birthday. Let’s just say he was stunned; his eyes were wide like saucers at the kitten that was purring softly in Emma’s arms.

Emma offered the kitten to Yves and he couldn’t resist taking the furry baby from her hands.

He placed the kitten to his chest to pet the small ball of fur. His expression soon changed from shock to a gentle smile which plastered itself shyly onto Yves’ cute face.

“Do you like her?” Emma asked with a cheerful voice. “N-no! I mean, yes I am” He mumbled the last part, turning his head away as Emma’s laugh vibrated through the bedroom.

Emma later informed Yves that the kitten’s toys haven’t come to the palace yet and they would probably be at the palace later tomorrow. This was fine, since it was already night time and the kitten seemed to be very sleepy.

“How about a bath?” Emma winked at Yves as his face turned crimson. He put the kitten down on the pink bed, letting the furry thing curl up and nap while Emma and him went to the already prepared bath. They both undressed and hopped into the bubble bath, enjoying the warmth of the water. Being completely unaware of the shenanigans the little bundle of fur was up too.

After about an hour or two, the newly wedded couple came out of the bathroom fully relaxed and ready for bed. Yves’ soft lips pressed against the side of Emma’s neck as she hummed. That was until a gasp suddenly brought them out of their relaxed state. The chocolate coloured kitten has somehow gotten into Yves’s wardrobe, his socks and boxers all sprawled over the floor. In one of his boxers laid a very tired kitty, curled up and snoring.

“Perhaps we should have given her a ball of yarn to play with”

I hope you guys liked this!! It’s been a while since I’ve written something on here. Remember that my requests are open. Bye bye Doves!

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writer-akihiko · 1 year

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Hi, this is the first time doing this but may I ask for one for Ikeprince where Belle was the childhood friend for the princes but they lost contact after many years and only meet again during the prologue. Thank you.

Rekindled Connection: IkePri Princes

I've officially returned! Thank you to everyone who's waited honestly. Also, I assume that you don't want me to spoil any content, so a few characters are omitted from the ask such as Gilbert, Silvio and Keith. Contains spoilers for Leon's and Luke's route mainly, but the rest are route spoilers inclined.

"The new Belle of Rholodite, YN." Sariel announced.

Jin Grandet

Even before the meeting, he dreaded the day to meet the new Belle. He was careful to hide his discontent from someone like Sariel and his younger brothers, promising to never involve himself with Belle

Your careful entrance to the hall where the princes gathered was expected, but Jin didn't expect… you. His princely seductive smile faltered, his face drawn to a harsh scowl instead

He knew who you were. He didn't know if the rest did, but it didn't cross his mind as his fist slammed against the table

Leon and Chevalier stopped their welcoming greetings, the princes' eyes on their eldest. Jin stormed out, clutching you by the arm, before glowering at Sariel. "She was never supposed to be a part of this."

Your soft protests rang in his ears down the hallway, before Jin pulled you tight to his chest

"YN… Why did you become the Belle?" His voice near breaking, he'd never wish such a fate upon you, even if it was your way of reconnecting with him

The guards slowly closed on him, however, with Jin as your shield, the common guards couldn't bear the thought of harming the first Prince Jin Grandet

Nearing the gardens, you struggled enough to pull away from the prince who suddenly seized you. The frenzy of the day got to you, unable to even lift your head in front of the country's princes… The fear rushed to your head that one of the princes wanted to take you immediately

All panic fled once you saw the man with the brown hair who you met oh so long ago. "Jin…?"

He stopped, regretfully turning to you. "I'll explain more later," He said, glancing back at the advancing guards. "Trust me one more time, YN."

Chevalier Michel

Oh, how he wanted to curse his deceased father from beyond the grave… There was a note of familiarity when he first saw you

As much as he wanted to be delighted, his position was too fragile. He couldn't protect you definitely from those corrupt nobles

He let a few days past, before he heard a knock to his office door. You were there, as he predicted. You would've seeked him out, one way or another

He allowed Clavis and Nokto to be in the same room, so he wasn't surprised when your smiles and clumsy behaviour turned solemn upon meeting him

"I didn't mean to, Chev." You began. The other princes wondered how were you so bold to address the prince without title, much less a nickname

He hushed his brothers, before turning to Clavis. Whispers of preparations filled the room, before Chevalier got up, exiting the room just before whispering in your ear to follow Clavis' words

The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included

He had left, not sparing much of a glance to you. He's been pissed off the entire week due to you being Belle. He read your letters of your explanation before, remembering that it was tucked with the past writings he kept from you since you both were children

Of course things wouldn't go smoothly, with how cunning Sariel was. Nokto and Luke getting drunk with their older brother Jin was as much proof as he needed, and soon you were kept from him

Clavis and you weren't oblivious to the situation. Being forbidden from leaving the palace until you made your decision made your and Chevalier's life ever more difficult. It wasn't something you expected, but sooner it became more comfortable even with the sudden addition of secret lessons of queendom here and there as Chevalier wrote that it was for you

Your lives were still as separated as before, but the letters were ever so warm as you both hid behind the guise of your titles. It was not time yet to be reunited with your childhood lover, so all Chevalier could do was send you a rose from afar…

Clavis Lelouch

The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included

He couldn't believe that you were that person oh so long ago, and neither can you. Clavis now was unlike before, perhaps it was better to focus on the task at hand

He stumbled over you upon the first meeting, but you made an effort to avoid him afterwards… but gosh darn was this man persistent

Bringing up things of the past, wondering if you had him in your heart… How were you supposed to know that he was a prince all those years ago? The time it was only nailed into your head was when the soldiers showed up was to threaten your loved ones

All these years and he wasn't a prince who'd comply to such rules. The opportunity given by Sariel was a way to make things better at home, so you insisted to follow them by the book

Somehow someway, Clavis Lelouch finds a way where it was just a moment between you two. The aloof prince gone, and a glimpse of perhaps the shy prince you once fell for

"Back then, maybe I did care, Clavis," You said. "It's not the time for me to be nice to you anymore. I ask you do not address me as if I were your friend."

He held on to you, stating how he never forgot your kindness towards him and how he too was forced to throw you away. "Just once, may we begin anew?"

Multiple instances of his pleas and your wavering heart finally was his. The pace was by your terms as there were clearly rules against your relationship Not like Clavis cared much for the rules anyway…

He got a kick out of giving a few nobles a heart attack after oh so kindly threatening them to denounce his title if they deny your marriage…

Leon Dompteur

He doesn't mention it at first, as he wanted to confirm his suspicions. Back then, you were the young girl who would secretly hand them off food when your family bakery was near its closing

He remembered how you still continued such, even after his adoption. For years he had to find you once again after news of your family migrating to Obsidian. You being Belle is simply another part of you that would give him the pleasure of getting to know you once more

How you returned, he'd never knew. His other brothers must've realised how much you piqued the interest of Leon so much so that he invited you often for small talks

From a few moments of conversing, he doubted that you remembered him. Nonetheless, he wanted to know more about the one who saved him back then

The sliver of friendship back then began to grow into companionship. You were someone that Leon could visibly relax around, and Leon was someone you could forget your duties with

It wasn't until Yves found that you had a knack for baking, and soon your goodies were presented to Leon's faction Your good friend takes nothing but a loaf of bread, not even the sweets you laboured over…

It made you quite curious, yet you couldn’t help but giggle from the adorable Leon's face stuffed with bread

As you stare longer at his stuffed face, the roundness of his cheek and his glinting smile… It was a moment of dejavu. Particularly the small boy back then who would always smile after you gave him bread…

Shaking off the connection, you excused yourself as you tried to recount any memories of the boy and Leon. It was uncanny for sure, but the conclusions drawn up in your head were too close to be ignored

"I had a feeling you figured it out," The voice belonging to none other than Leon emerged next to you. "Hello YN, I've missed you."

Yves Kloss

He was… surprised to say the least. He was silent the entire meeting, not moving from his chair even at your personal introduction to him

He at first, was unsure if you recognised him. Everything that you knew of him back then… he’s a different Yves now. The childish promises weren’t something that he should believe in again

Back then, he was a hopeless child, wishing to the little girl in his eyes who was his princess with a promise of marriage. “YN… pwease marry me when… when I’m bigger!”

The mortifying scenarios that repeated back in his head only served to push him away from you. It’s best if you forgot about him really, as much as he feels inclined to uphold his promise…

Jealousy did not catch him when he saw you amongst his brothers, but the irritation of some of them to pursue you so recklessly made him want to jump in at the chance

He wasn’t being demanding, was he? It was only a simple invitation to a tea party… with just him involved. Well, anything to get you away from Nokto really

He noticed you carried with you a flower ring, usually of any strays from the gardeners. You’d keep it around your ring finger ever so tightly, being frightened if it were to fall off

Oh… what an idiotic child Yves was. He proposed to you with a flower ring. All these years, you’d waited for him

His constant glances at your finger, particularly the flower, made you laugh. “Belle… YN… You knew it was me didn’t you?”

You picked up one of his favourite tarts, holding it to his face. “And if I said yes, would you finally replace this flower ring on my finger with a real one?”

Licht Klein

He wasn’t someone that would attract too much attention, especially with how boisterous and loud the others were. Yet, he couldn’t shake your gaze off of him. Why were you so attentive to him?

There was some note of familiarity to how you acted. There was no air of nobility about you, instead a comfort that was akin to a friend that kept his attention

It… began to be distracting for him. Not an annoyance like Clavis, but distracting enough to be a constant reminder throughout his day. It was… a welcomed distraction, if he was fully honest with himself

The day where you observed your duties as Belle could make him care less, however the times where you were scheduled to visit made him much more active. His brothers saw his much more vocal participation in such meetings

Much to Licht’s own detriment, Clavis and Leon of all people, always informed where your location was. Leon much less, but he’d always find a way to give Licht a heads up. Clavis was much more of an annoyance, but Jin was the worst, giving Licht money to buy ‘nicer clothes to impress YN’

It was not until you gifted him a woven bracelet did he remember you. Unable to deny the flood of memories that struck him, he pulled you into a soft embrace, sniffling tears that stained your dress. Murmurs of ‘why didn’t you tell me’ and apologies spilled from him

All you did was reply, saying how much you missed him as you stroked his back gently. Yes, you were the little girl who always played with him and Nokto, constantly comforted Licht’s lonely moments until you were forcefully taken away from him

By law, the land you resided in belonged to Jade instead, and all form of contact lost except for a woven bracelet you last left when you played together. He kept it with him, treasuring it even to its last threads

As he thought about it, your predicament only angered him. You did not deserve to be thrown into a castle of beasts, surrounded by only those who wish to use you

His trajectory as a prince now included you, to free you from any burdens as Belle. He acts in secret, just as his feelings towards you. It is not the right time to tell you, so locked shall his affections be

Nokto Klein

He doesn’t recall you. None of it really. He truly made a fool of himself when it came to you. An honest fool in fact…

Nothing to you clicked for him. Really, it’s not his fault, given that you two were about the age of toddlers when you played with each other. You didn’t know it was him either, continuing on your days as normal

Nokto regardless was a flirtatious man to you. His affections did not cease, yet he’s drawn to you for your utter perseverance to refuse him. The person who really comforted you was none other that Licht, his own brother. Nokto found his twin embracing you in joy one day, and he was utterly confused

He trailed you and his twin, until the point he reached the servant’s quarters. What were you two doing there? Surely, Nokto thought that you were in a secret relationship with his own brother! One of the princes… It frustrated him so, realising that the flirtations turned to genuine love for you

He was being cynical, wanting to catch you and use such information against you but he stopped when Licht took out a beaded necklace to give to you. One that belonged to their mother’s loyal maid…

“How dare you?!” He stormed the room, ready to draw his sword to his own brother and you. Licht knew how much such memories meant to Nokto. The loyal maid in question was one who cared for them in the absence of their mother, in happier times…

“How dare I? How dare you!” You argued back, clutching the necklace. “This was my mother’s!” You ran out the door, leaving the two princes in shock

Licht simply looked at his brother in distaste, “I don’t have to spell everything out for you.” Heeding the words of his twin, he searched for you. It was not difficult, considering your limitations and boundaries within the castle walls.

For once in his life, he apologised. With full sincerity. “I didn’t realise you were… her. It all makes sense,” He added. “Your mother... she meant a lot to me.”

The comforting silence that hung between you two was enough for Nokto. His feelings would come after another apology, one for his jealousy and another for confessing his feelings. He would hope you waited, just as he did

Luke Randolph

He didn’t want to meet you personally, since any past connections would ruin his purpose being there. It would hurt to explain anything and everything that happened after you left

He was a silent observer, going out of his way to make sure your adjustment to the castle was as well as it could be. You were still surrounded by the beasts he called as his brothers after all

Despite his refusal to meet you, you find a way to surprise him regardless. He was often the consumer for your sweets, especially your honeyed cookies. It was too hard to pass up!

The differences in your schedules lead to your once childish exchange of letters. Small notes of ‘We’re meeting up right?’ or ‘Remember to bring some snacks…’ passed between you, reigniting the cheerful friendship once again

He often thinks to skip his missions and meetings that aren’t in the palace. He knew he was getting attached, and that was dangerous. Yet… seeing you innocently reading in the garden makes him want to abandon everything he’s worked for

He doesn’t end up skipping work due to your persistence, but regardless he is skipping if it involves escorting you anywhere. It’s just another hangout, with fancier clothes and food

Ah… he’s going crazy. The second time he’s escorting you, it hits him. It hits him hard how much he cares for you. It’s dangerous really, but he’s a beast. Danger often follows the beast…

Afterwards, he’s more forward, especially with his brothers that you’re his. Some understand, some intend to tease while others have the intention to pry you from his hands. They’ll have to deal with his bared fangs first

It’s a stupid decision to tell you everything, but many nights with a burden would bring anyone’s shoulders down. Those in the past, how much they mean to him… To him, you matter the most, when you hug your bear, allowing him to weep

Some things are left in the dark, but as they are brought to light, he hopes you’re able to face it with him together. “YN… if anything… put yourself first before me okay? Just like last time…”

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lorei-writes · 4 months

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Glimpse

Chevalier x Reader Fluff/Comfort Word Count: ~600

A little simple something written for @ikemenprompts Week #2 <3

Content Warnings: none

Chevalier lets out a breathy sigh, but his eyes remain closed. He stretches his back to then turn on his side, sheets sliding against his skin and off his body. Creases form over his brow, insistent warmth clinging to his limbs like a possessive mistress. Chevalier holds no affection for it, however. He buries his face in a pillow.

The morning air smells of lemon grass garnished with a pinch of oceanic salt. It heaves sluggishly as heat streams from above, perhaps still drunk with the wine spilled the prior night. No matter. The breeze is not allowed rest, so it collects the orange sweetness to then combine it with bitter coffee scent, carried over from the narrow streets so typical for Benitoitian towns. Only then does it trespass into the palace, and dressed in the still pale light, sneaks into the guest wing. The air is as curious as it is shy, so it dares not disturb the curtains. Not while the lovers lie side by side.

Another gust blows past a steppe somewhere far away, a commotion stirring within the grass waves – a hand falls over his, much smaller and more delicate, undeniably fragile despite the firmness it has so often displayed. Not unlike a drop inspiring sea inside a cup, it overfills him with affection words fail to describe. Chevalier lifts his heavy lids, both for and against himself. His surprise has dulled, but never will it cease. Not when you are there.

Sun rays melt into an ephemeral dome to shelter you, as vulnerable as a dandelion seed. Perhaps it is the obliviousness you display in regards to your own fragility that enables this state; regardless, you rest, just within the reach of his arm, but also somehow still too far away. You breath evenly, quiet puffs of air emerging from your lips. Judging by the peaceful expression you wear, your must be sleeping and dreaming well. Chevalier turns his hand below yours, to stroke the back of your fingers with his thumb. He smiles the most timid of smiles, too amused with your delight to hold it back. How can you be so open, so honest, when not aware of the dear world around? Truly, so foolish… But is he not?

It is as if an ice pane shattered, a fleeting whimper splitting the air in half. Summer withers for unbearable chill to flood the room, hearts struggling due to thermal shock while lungs contract. Chevalier watches your tranquillity crumble, to be gone completely within a breath or a half. You clutch his fingers now, as if convinced they alone are the lifeline that could save you from whatever nightmare that haunts your mind. And perhaps you are not wrong to have assumed as much.

You grimace, and he does not wait. Chevalier shakes you by the shoulder, albeit with more force than he’d like. You… deserve better, but alas. At the very least, he is efficient in helping you surface from the horror in your mind, however disoriented and terrified you are. It does not matter. Not when your binding is intangible, not when he can steal you away, not when he can lock you in his arms and cradle you against his chest. Not when he is close enough to dry your tears himself.

Tonight you will drink the wine again; the wheel of seasons is bound to turn. Before then, however, let your face be cupped in his rough hands. Let his thumbs wipe moisture from your cheeks, as unpractised and uncertain as they may be. Banish the thoughts of complaining about heat – when the words fail, it is the bodies that speak… and speak they must, for how else could he console the one treasure he has?

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solomons-poison · 5 months

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So continuing the thoughts on arranged marriage AU with Chev.

He's just doing his princely duties, the marriage is advantageous and it's important to forge political bonds with your country. Nothing more and nothing less than his duty, he's not upset but he's certainly not thrilled. The wedding goes without a hitch, and you're left alone in a new country with a husband that doesn't know or care for follies of love, the Brutal Beast they call him, and he mostly leaves you alone.

He makes sure your needs are met, of course. Your maids are kind, dresses made for you every so often to refresh your wardrobe, with occasional jewelry obtained from new merchants. The food is delicious, though it's all new and unfamiliar dishes to you. You're at his side for important events, and he introduces you to other nobles to forge more relationships. He'll listen to you talk at dinnertime, but he's largely unresponsive and doesn't seem to absorb any of it. He's not unkind and he's fairly quiet, but his gaze is always cold and faraway when he looks at you, like you're a piece of furniture.

However, as time passes, he doesn't miss the way you cringe away when he's killed recently on the battlefield or "took care" of some assassins. And he isn't blind to the way the servants and waitstaff that fear him, also end up keeping their distance from you, too, as much as they can. You're alone, and no matter how many times he doesn't respond to you or seems uninterested, you still persist. And something about that tenacity endeared you to him.

He'll sometimes sit with you for tea in the evenings, reading his books and listening to you talk about your day. As time goes on, it happens more and more often, until suddenly its a daily occurrence. The clothing he gives you and the jewelry start to become more to your preferences, although he hasn't asked you what you liked in so many words. The same thing happens with the food you eat, realizing they've started to include foods from your home country.

Before long, you and others in the palace start to see his true personality. The quirk of his lips when you say something silly, the softness of his eyes when you talk about your lessons or a good book you've read recently, and how often you share your bed with him and the way he holds you close in the mornings when he refuses to wake.

You had been married off to a beast for political advantage, small and scared and lost in a new place with new people. But anyone that saw the two of you now would see an incredible beast tamer, bold and bright and excited, with the tamed beast at your side— if only tamed for you. No one expected him to discover the true feeling of love from this marriage, him least of all, but he couldn't say he disliked this new warm feeling in his chest.

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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❝ I don't remember telling you to leave. ❞

As usual his voice cut sharp, almost like a sword which was swung high up in the air, threatening to end the life of the users enemy. Who knows how long had passed since you stepped foot into the castle library and had managed to lose yourself amongst the endless sea of books that were scattered across the table, many of which happened to be sappy love stories. Chevalier had oh so kindly requested that you recommend him anything you fancy regardless whether or not you'd think he'd like it. You had just barely registered his presence when he first entered the room and had thought that he left ages ago. You read and read, the sky turning warm and orange, soft hues bathing you in their gentle glory, beckoning you to rest, just close your eyes for a little bit.

Darkness has fallen and the scent of sweet roses invaded your senses like never before. Warmth from another radiated close by, their firm shoulder pressed tightly against your own as you cracked a single eye open to see just who was keeping you warm.

That was how you found yourself in this predicament.

Eyes like ice, skin like snow, Chevalier sure was a sight to behold even if the sheer brute strength he was displaying sourly contradicted his oddly ethereal beauty. A large, gloved hand held your wrist tightly, deep blue eyes peering into your own, challenging you to move.

❝ I am well aware that I am being a nuisance, Your Highness. Therefore, I think it would be best if I just left. ❞

He said nothing, his face showed no emotion whatsoever much to your displeasure. A part of you wondered if he could hear just how hard your heart was racing, fear creeping up on the back of your neck. Without a word he merely lifted your arm up, brought it to his lips and pressed a tiny peck on the pulse point, almost as if he was trying to claim something valuable that could be easily turned to ashes.

You stared at him in awe and confusion, mind filled to the brim with millions upon millions of questions.

His Highness had made sure to show just how much he did not like your company on a day to day basis - petty insults which could even be called mean on occasion would casually be thrown at you, he would constantly pester you on how to do your duties and would "fix" everything for you. From how to properly cut vegetables to how to walk amongst the other snobby aristocrats, Chevalier somehow always managed to make you feel lesser than.

Why, oh why, was he suddenly displaying this odd token of affection?

He smirked, his lips were still pressed against your soft skin. You could feel his teeth gently grazing against the soft flesh, the threat of him biting you suddenly creeped up on you. He... He wouldn't really do that?!

That was what you wanted to believe.

❝ You're so easy to read, as per usual. ❞ - said Chevalier, his tone laced with the slightest hint of wicked amusement. For a split second he almost looked like the devil's incarnate. He was a person to fear, a man you should not trust and he made sure to hammer in that point to you.

... what sort of sick pleasure did he find in teasing you?

By some miracle you had managed to free yourself from his grip but chances are it was Chevalier himself that set you free.

You really wouldn't have been able to escape otherwise.

In a flash you had turned your back away from him and made a beeline towards the large door. Adrenaline pumped in your veins, becking you to just make a run for it, don't look back, don't even bother with the twisted prince but your curiosity won out in the end.

Just before you could exist you decided to turn your head ever so slightly, just to make sure that he wasn't following you.

Whoever said that satisfaction brought the cat back as a liar, you thought fearfully to yourself.

Chevalier merely made himself more comfortable on the now half empty loveseat, legs crossed and one arm placed on his cheeks as he stared at you, his eyes cold and calculated.

Part of you wished he would react like a normal man and just run straight towards you but he was not a normal man.

Chevalier Michel could be easily considered winter incarnate and if you stayed in that room a moment longer who knew what would happen.

With strength you didn't know you possessed, you closed the large oak door shut, the loud echo disturbing the eerie silence of the palace. Letting out a tired sigh you looked out the window only to be met with a moonless sky and a million stars. A single tear escaped you, helplessness filling your entire being.

Just how long was the merciless beat going to torment you?

And just when were you going to see just how much he adored you, even if he didn't know how to express it?

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eternallyfrustratedwriter · 6 months

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Chevalier and Dogs

When Belle came to the palace to choose the next king she didn't come alone. In addition to her over eager friend, Rio, she also brought two senior dogs with her as well. For the most part they were pretty low key, sleeping a good portion of the day and spending the remainder of it glued to her side. The oldest of the two, Holly, was a 14 year old pekingese who was mostly blind but still had amazing hearing. She survived on a combination of spite and a love of food. Sadie, a 9 year old pug, was her polar opposite. She loved everyone and thrived on attention. Her love of attention did cause a jealous streak, though, and she was also a little too intelligent for her own good.

The princes reactions to the new companions were a mixed bag. Leon, Jin, and Luke were delighted to have the dogs around while Yves was bemoaning the inevitable prospect of dog hair getting stuck to his clothes. Nokto and Licht were pretty much indifferent, not seeming to care one way or the other. Clavis simply took delight in everyone elses reactions.

Then there was Chevalier.

While he didn't say anything it was clear he wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of having the dogs around. Even more so because they seemed to take an immediate liking to him even though he did nothing but ignore them. For the most part they were content to just be where he was but there would be times when one of them would be bold and paw at him for pets. Still, he would ignore them.

As Belle grew closer to the second prince, spending time in his private library with him and taking walks in the garden, his attitude towards their constant presence started to slowly shift. It started with him giving them a clumsy pet when no one was looking to also just simply letting his hand rest on one of their heads while he was reading.

The biggest shift of all, though, was when he was sitting the gazebo to read and had them both resting on either side of his lap. They snored away peacefully as they enjoyed their pillow. The moment was only broken by Clavis strolling up and pausing at the picture in front of him.

He recovered soon enough, though, and burst out laughing loud enough to cause the previously sleeping dogs to give him an accusing look. Chevalier simply clenched his jaw before returning to his book, already imagining the 'fun' his fool of a brother was going to have with this.

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randonauticrap · 7 months

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A Gentle Love

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x Reader

Word Count ~ 786

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

Prompt: No. 4 "The Dead Waltz"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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springnote · 1 year

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Teasing Him HCs

includes: Jin, Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon

warnings: nsfw minors dni, fem!reader with vagina + boobs, piv sex, semi-public sex, fingering, slight edging, some degradation

Note: I wanted to do more of them but I’ve been having writers block, so part 2 will hopefully be soon

Jin:

• While all the princes have a fondness of teasing, the resident first prince/playboy of the castle especially loves to barb you with remarks like “want to get out of here and fool around?” He responds fairly well when the tables are turned, but can’t hold out for too long.

• If you throw the same remarks back at him, he might look surprised for a moment, but he’ll quickly smirk and say “sure thing baby, let’s go” before returning to whatever he was doing. He’s not prepared if you continue the game though

• You know his fondness of breasts? Well, if you hug his arm to your chest, pressing your boobs into his biceps, he’s gonna malfunction. How is he supposed to respond to that when you exploit his weakness?

• “Excuse me,” he’ll tell the people he was mingling with, not bothering to rattle off an excuse since everyone already knows his reputation, and then he’ll guide you to somewhere out of sight. You’ll find yourself hidden behind a pillar or tucked in an alley while he undoes the buttons on your blouse so he can grope and squeeze your chest.

• “Is this what you needed baby?” He’ll croon in your ear, pinching and rubbing your nipples til your head is full of static and you can only whimper in response. “You know I can’t resist your tits, I bet you can come just from this huh?” Prove his theory correct and he’ll be sure to do that more often, but if you manage to hold out, he’ll see if his cock can help speed things up.

Chevalier:

• the infamous brutal beast can withstand teasing fairly well, if you’re brave enough to try and rile him up. If you do decide to accept the risks, it’s going to take a bit more finesse to work.

• Knowing his fondness for the written word, if you slip him a rather lewd letter, his eyes will blink a little faster and an eyebrow will raise, but to really get his attention, a dirty poem will really do the trick.

• It may sound a bit cheesy, but if you rush to him with a sealed envelope and a showy exclamation of “This urgent message came for you!” He’s going to carefully read over the words with a stony expression before getting up with a flourish. “I have to leave. Come with me (y/n).”

• When you’ve managed to sneak away to his favorite reading spot, he’s going to give an amused scoff before bending you over a desk and pushing your skirts around your hips while he fingers you at an agonizingly slow pace. “That was rather clever, I guess you’re so desperate for a little release you’ll do anything hm?”

• He’ll edge you right to the tip of the breaking point before moving away, a smirk on his face as he moves to his favorite chair. “Did you think it would be that easy? Maybe if you suck my cock I’ll help you,” he’d spread his legs as he picked up a book, ready to enjoy himself while you squirm a little.

Clavis:

• He’s shameless, full stop. He’ll tease you in public without hesitation, and if you tease him, he’ll give as good, or better, than he gets. The man is a menace.

• Despite this, he does have some limits before he breaks, it just depends when and where. He likes showing you off and ‘marking his territory’ in a way, but he doesn’t want anyone to see what he gets to see during intimacy.

• If he catches a flash (or you flashing) your chest or too much cleavage he gets visibly antsy, but if your legs are more visible? He’s going to be a mess. And if, more specifically, your thighs somehow are visible? He’s already dragged you away to stumble down a hall and make out.

• He may not want people to see you being intimate, but he has no problem teasing you back to see if you might moan loud enough for someone to hear. “You’re such a naughty girl,” he’ll snicker, keeping you sandwiched between him and a wall while he rocks into you. “Are you going to let everyone know I make you moan like a whore?”

• The whole thing is playful, he secretly enjoys you being a little naughty and getting to play along, but he still wants to reinforce that your his and his alone. “I’m gonna mark you up after this, so you’ll remember how good I am at this.” He’ll grin, as he leads your shaking self to his room, ready to shower you with kisses.

Leon:

• Leon’s preferred method of flustering you and getting you to blush is just being so gentlemanly and charming you feel like you’ll explode from the butterflies he gives you. He does make things a bit “spicy” at times, but he’s such a picture perfect prince he usually saves that for in private.

• He doesn’t really get embarrassed if you tease him, he trusts you to not do anything too inappropriate in public, so he usually just gives you a soft smirk and an occasional comment, but keeps himself fairly contained.

• The best way to get a reaction out of him it to tell him what you did after the fact. What I mean by this, is going the whole day with no underwear or with a plug in, and confessing it to him that evening. He blushes before getting completely into it.

• “You gotta be more careful, I might have lost my composure if I’d found you out earlier,” he’d grin, shimmying his jacket off while he’d spread your legs a little to take a peek. “Would that please you? I could bend you over the throne and make love to you til you can’t even stand.”

• You’d find yourself on your hand and knees on your bed, your skirt pushed up above your hips while he fingered you from behind. Leon would kiss the sensitive spots on your neck while shushing you when you felt like wailing out, his fingers curling every time you made a noise. “You’re so pretty, all here just for me.”

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articdelilah · 5 months

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Hello there (●’◡’●)ﾉ may I request a teen(?)! Belle headcanons. The ikemen princes see her as a little sister figure. Maybe she's 14 to 17. It'll be funny to see her act bratty and chaotic to them once she gets comfortable but she does know when to get serious. Loves fun, food, and maybe she finds smth she wants to do while being there. Maybe she wants to be like one of the princes and handle sword, or maybe a doctor. It could be anything tbh, just want to see little sister fluff.

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Platonic! Ikemen Princes x Teen! Reader

Hi!! Thank you sm for requesting!! I love the idea and I’m sorry if I went a little off the topic of the request💞 I would have finished this yesterday but tumblr deleted my work :,(

I did take on a little more calm approach to the stories so please feel free to request again for anything more specific!

Foreign affairs faction

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Clavis can’t help but burst out laughing when he first saw the girl; giggling about “Is there no pure hearted adults left in Rhodolite?

His interest was peaked however at Sariel’s choice of Belle. This meant that Clavis became Belle’s unofficial guide for the first weeks of her stay.

It wasn’t very long until Belle realised how much Clavis loved to prank his brothers and now her (his newest victim). He loved how the girl could get so bratty and chaotic at times, she was simply so entertaining!

Belle endured the whole list of Clavis’ pranks. Potholes, jumpscares, eating cupcakes with horseradish in them (twice) and the list goes on.

It wasn’t until one day that Belle simply had enough. She screamed at Clavis to leave her alone before slamming the door of her bedroom in his face. It was only a couple seconds later that Clavis’ grin turned to a frown, slowly walking away from the girl’s room.

A couple of days went by without Belle seeing Clavis. It was strangely quiet. No pranks, no laughing and definitely no jumpscares. She started to miss the purple haired man’s light hearted pranks and contagious laughter.

Obviously Clavis hadn’t disappeared, he had to make sure that Belle was safe and comfortable so he watched from afar.

Shreds of colourful paper, markers and washitape sprawled all over the Belle’s bedroom floor. She laid on fluffy cotton rug, kicking her feet in the air as she doodled a drawing of a very familiar purple haired man in the decorated page. It wasn’t long before Belle caught a whiff of vanilla surrounding her and the sound of the door closing caught her attention. She looked up to see Clavis carrying a plate of heart shaped cookies, placing them on the ground next to Belle before plopping to lay down next to her. He started to rip pieces of coloured paper too, sprinkling glitter on every surface of that once white page. Clavis’ paper soon filled with messy handwriting, clumsy drawings and too much glitter and stickers to count. The girl couldn’t help but laugh “I didn’t know you knew other languages!”. Clavis simply chuckled “Clavese is the mosy rare language in the world! Only two people understand it. You can be the third.” Clavis didn’t have to finish his words as the girl’s eyes glistened with excitement and her head nodded quickly.

Chevalier was the most displeased. As you can imagine.

Chevalier had shown no interest in the new Belle. Since she was a teenager, Chevalier saw her as incapable. Going out of his way to ignore her, but Belle wasn’t giving up that easily . She followed Chevalier sometimes, or simply watched as he finished his work for the day.

The new Belle always remembered to ask about his day, if he remembered to eat and even bought cookies that Yves helped her to make for him. If he ‘forgot’ to eat, he would get an earful of why eating was important (as if he was a mere child who didn’t understand the importance of eating).

Chevalier admired the new Belle’s courage to scold the Brutal Beast over things so minor and soon he felt a weakness sprouting in his icy heart. His weakness being her.

He enjoyed how her voice filled the usually cold air of the faction’s office, her giggles and deep analysis over very minor things. She was the only one Chevalier allowed to ramble to him if she so desired.

He trusted her to invite her to his own private library, watching her curious eyes linger on the golden lettering of each book. Books about politics, romance, plays, novellas, poems and much more littered the shelves of the room. This was part of Chevalier’s little world that he was willing to share with Belle.

However, Chevalier didn’t allow Belle to slack at her new job. In fact, he made sure she did all of Sariel’s homework and read the books assigned to her. Sometimes coming into her room with an icy glare which told Belle all she needed to know.

The bright moon was covered by grey fluffy clouds, rays of its light peaking through the ashy curtain. The pink bedroom was dark, only the light of the brightest star shining through to illuminate its light on the yellowed pages of Chevalier’s book. Belle sat on the floor under the window. Earlier the same day, she had expressed her desire to want to understand Chevalier better; wanting to see the world through his eyes. She had asked the man to train her with a sword but she only got a glare in response. Therefore she had taken the liberty to take steal a book of his from his private library. It wasn’t anything she would normally read but it was the first book she grabbed. Her eyes were glued to the page, reading each word intently with furrowed brows. “Draconian? What does that even mean?” She muttered angrily; so focused on the stolen book that she didn’t realised her door was open revealed a tall blonde man standing in its frame. It was only when she heard a noise that sounded oddly like a snort that she looked at the doorway. Her eyes widened but before she could muster an excuse, Chevalier beat her to it and spoke with a small smile-

“Try reading a book written for your age.”

Luke made sure she was protected. I mean, you can’t blame him. A young girl having to live in a dangerous palace? THE SAME YOUNG GIRL THAT IS BELLE AS WELL?? He knew he had to do everything possible to make sure she was safe.

Imagine his happiness when the new Belle confessed her love for food and honey! That was the moment that really brought the two together.

Belle found the way Luke attracted animals as fascinating, trying to bring him to the woods to lure any cute animals or just have a look at them up close.

Due to this, Belle had taken a hobby of drawing the animals she saw around Luke and dreamed of becoming a veterinarian. She knew she had to work hard if she wanted to achieve her goal.

Luke tried his hardest to support Belle with her studies assigned by Sariel. He went as far as trying to study with her but ultimately failing and convincing her to take a nap outside instead.

When she told Luke about how she wanted to learn more about animals, he was very delighted. Due to his talent of attracting them, Belle learnt a lot about all kinds of forest animals.

It was a calm summer afternoon. Bees buzzed from one blooming rose to another, collecting pollen for their hives. As the bees were busy, Luke and Belle were doing quite the opposite. The two laid side by side under a tall oak tree, resting in the shade as if Belle wasn’t supposed to be in one of Sariel’s lessons right now. The golden beams of sunlight peered through the leaves, the sun directly on Belle’s cheek leaving a warm kiss on her skin. They weren’t the only ones resting under this tree however as earlier that day a dog had followed Luke to the palace. The big dog had chosen to spread its shaggy body and large paws on Belle’s lap, making her unable to get up even if she wanted too. “I had this weird dream where I was a bear and you were a bear too” the [H/C] girl began “We were in a cave and I was really cold. But you came and hugged me! I felt much better” she smiled at the sweet dream and Luke couldn’t help return the smile. It was times like these were life felt the way it should; Simple.

Nokto tried to stay away, mostly because of his reputation. He was fine with Belle and engaged in quick chit chat with her but nothing too long.

That was until he was strolling through the Rhodolite gardens when he heard soft crying. He simply couldn’t ignore the sound which led him to find Belle crying on a bench on the far right of the palace.

The 7th Prince sat on the bench with Belle, saying with his usual grin for her stop crying and smile. Belle simply looked up at the man before turning her head away, mumbling that he wouldn’t understand.

After a while of silence, Nokto asked more sincerely. “What’s going on?”. That was when the new Belle started to explain how, while she was happy to be Belle, she had to leave all her friends and family behind. She missed them and fortunately Nokto knew something about missing family.

“They’ll be there when you come back, no need to cry now”.

That day forwards, they started to talk more before kind of became inseparable. Just like twins, communicating by pulling silly faces across the round table or bickering over the best flavour of pie.

Nokto liked Belle’s chaotic personality, he enjoyed picking small fights and such. One of their favourite activities being chasing one another. Loud laughter filling the halls as Belle fell victim to Nokto’s tickling.

It was only when Nokto realised how close they became when he started to laugh. Belle had started to pick up on some of his habits like calling Chevalier ‘King Highness’ and trying to outfox Sariel (unfortunately that didn’t work). He was happy because she was happy.

However sometimes there were moments where no laughter was heard, no smiles shared and no trance of joy between the two.

Quiet steps filled the air of the palace, the sneaky fox trying to escape the place before a small voice stopped him in his tracks. “Nokto!” The voice called out. Nokto turned slowly to the voice, the red moon’s light casting his face in its bloody glow. A moment of silence passed before the cream coloured marble echoed loud clicking from Belle’s hard shoes which she had put on just a minute prior. When she reached the white haired man, the young girl wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. The Prince’s whole body tensed before relaxing and hugging the girl back. No words were needed to make them both understand. She simply had a nightmare, he simply had to stay.

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aphroditestempleimagines · 7 months

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The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

18 + !!! NSFW

Chapter 13 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: a fuck ton

Warnings: nsfw, fingering, vaginal sex, handjob, overstim, kissing, nipple play

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

A month had passed as you stayed in the fortress. Gilbert was still chained underground. You visited his dungeon every day at first, mixing his medicine with his food in secret. Despite his imprisonment, his sickness started to withdraw, although the bags under his eyes grew in volume. At some point, he asked you to stop visiting. He had his back turned on you from you when he begged you to leave him alone. You did not ask why. You did not have to. You both knew how each of you hurt the other.

After a month the negotiations for peace were seemingly going well. Jade retreated and Benitoite joined Rhodolite's side is shutting down the last of Obsidian's generals. Even so, the ebony empire was vast and far too unpredictable. Too many times in the past it had feigned defeat, only to come back stronger. You had seen nation after nation bend to their knees as they were engulfed by the empire's shadow. More importantly, your kingdom's safety depended on your marriage to the man currently in the dungeons, and your loyalty to the Obsidianite crown. If word got out that you were roaming freely in the Rhodolitian camp the rumours would not be far from the truth to start spreading about an alliance between you.

"Chevalier?", Nokto repeated your words, "I think he's already in his room"

"Oh I see", you said sorrowfully, "thank you"

You return to your room to meet your sorry bag. You had laid each one of the dresses given to you on the bed. A knight brought them to you the next day after you arrived at the fortress. They were simple but not plain, their cut clean to suit your figure but lacking any eye-drawing embellishments usually worn by royalty. You sat on the bed and run your hand over the blue fabric of the one closest to you. Blue, white and gold, those were the only colours the dresses had. It was such a subtle detail that could easily go over one's head and so it would not draw any attention. That genius idiot...

You smiled, your fingers crinkling the fabric of the beautiful dress. The one you wore paled in your eyes in comparison even though, although tattered from the fall in the river, it was adorned with jewels from all the kingdoms conquered by Obsidian. You let out a sigh. You had long decided to leave, yet kept postponing it in an effort to see Chevalier again. You had caught glimpses of him as he raced through the corridors, venturing out for scouting and coming back bloodied from top to bottom. But there was no delaying it any longer. You had to go back. Every day you weren't either publicly announced as a hostage or returned to Obsidian or your homeland as a runaway cast suspicion over your relation to the kingdom of roses. You had to leave. But you also had to see him again. At least one more time. It could have been the last.

You don't remember how you ended up in front of his bedroom's door but soon you were knocking three times on the wooden surface. There was no sound at first but as you were turning to leave you heard Chevalier's voice from inside saying "Just come in". You stood silent for a moment, contemplating what to do. Going inside would be out of the question in a normal situation; you could not risk raising questions about what was happening behind the closed door. But now? This was your last chance to see him. You looked around. There was no one. You hesitantly put your hand on the handle and opened the door.

Chevalier was sitting on his desk's chair, leaning back as he read his novel. He held the book in one hand and supported his head with the other, elbow on the desk. His sword was leaning sheathed next to him. A smell of soap and roses surrounded him, the stench of iron and blood nowhere to be found anymore.

The door quietly clicked behind you. He raised his head. He immediately put the book down the moment he met your eyes. "Princess y/n", he said formally.

"I...ah...I had to see you", you said. You tucked your hair behind your ear. You could not look him in the eyes, despite your brazen claim. You lowered your gaze. "I'm leaving", you stated, "I'm departing for Istidor come dawn"

"Why?", he stood. It was not long before his face twisted as he answered his own question.

"Yes", you replied to his thought, "I can't draw more attention. The emperor will punish my kingdom for it"

The silence was deafening. You knew in your heart you had to say it. You hated to admit how right Gilbert was but you knew you would be filled with regret if you left with it weighing on your heart. You did not expect anything to change. It was probable that you would never see Chevalier again. But still...

"I....", you stammered. You looked away again. "I love you", you finally spat, "I'm sorry, but...I love you. I know you don't feel the same way about me. But I can't help how I feel about you. And I....", at this point tears had begun streaming down your eyes, "Maybe you'll think less of me now that you know this, but..."

His shadow suddenly enveloped you. You had not taken notice of when he had moved to stand in front of you. He was so close. You looked up at his crystal blue eyes as they gazed upon your face. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb gently brushing over your skin again and again. He leaned in. His lips hesitated just an inch before they touched yours. You could feel his breath cascading upon your face. Your eyes had already fluttered closed, your heart too weak to pull you away.

And then he kissed you.

He smelled like roses and parchment and tasted like sweet tea. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, fingers entwining between your locks. His other hand gently pulled you closer by the waist, barely touching your body. You cupped his cheek as you switched sides on your kiss. Your fingers caressed his cold skin.

His lips remained close as the kiss ended. "Why do this?", you asked against them, "I did not know you could be so cruel"

"Perhaps I could be", his husky voice was louder than ever. He touched his forehead to yours. "But not this time", he said.

You pulled away. You had to retain your logic. You could not be pulled into a place you could not return from. Chevalier's expression was as frozen as ever now that you were looking at him once again. He could not have meant it, could he? Chevalier was the most incredible person you knew. You knew he had a beautiful heart which he suppressed each day under the weight of his duty. He always acted with purpose; the only purpose he could have to say such a thing would be to weaken Istidor with a war with Obsidian, something that would probably not interest him in the slightest. But the alternative, of him having meant it, was even more improbable.

"What are you s..."

"What do you want?", he cut you off. His hand returned to your cheek as he held you, eyes locking.

"It does not matter what I want"

"If you want a new life you can return to Istidor", he said, "Perhaps you should want that. You would be the happiest"

You laughed. "I wouldn't, but I have no choice"

"Yes, you do", his voice was cold but now both of his hands held your face, "You do"

"Chevalier, you know I don't", you sighed, "The emperor..."

"Is in the dungeon of this fortress", Chevalier completed nonchalantly. You furrowed your brows. It did not take long for you to realise he meant Gilbert. Chevalier scoffed. "He did not tell you", he muttered, "Of course he didn't. He preferred to create a persona to keep you with him, the messiah."

"Gilbert is not-"

Chevalier let go of you. "I should not have told you", he said, "I have every reason to lie and therefore am not a reliable bearer of this news. But you can verify them once you reach your homeland". He passed you by and reached for the door. "Your future is finally yours", he said behind you. You heard the door open. "You should find someone who makes you truly happy before they try to marry you off again"

Maybe it was the fact that you could not see him anymore and relied solely on your ears, but you detected the slightest hinge in his voice when he said those words. An almost undetectable hesitation that was uncharacteristic of his nature. You turned towards him and pulled him so he would face you. It was the first time you saw him truly surprised; but there was something else, deeper, peaking under his expression now that you had caught him off guard. It was sorrow.

Your eyes widened. This time you pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated. It was much more intense than the first. His hands scrambled around your waist, needy enough to pull you close but too scared to do so with all their might. His kisses left your lips and moved towards your neck. You let out a sigh. Your back hit the door and the two of you were knocked back into reality. He looked away.

"You should go", he said coldly and walked back to his desk.

"You said the choice was mine"

"So you shouldn't waste it"

"I'm only going to ask you this once", you said, your anger evident in your tone, "How do you feel about me?"

"That much is clear"

"Do you love me?"

"Are you saying you can't tell as much?"

"Chevalier, do you love me? Yes or no?"

He rushed back to your side. His lips collided with yours in another fervent kiss. His hand pulled at your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck. He continued kissing you again and again until he was out of breath. He touched his forehead to yours, his thumb pulling at your lower lip as he warmed it with his heaving breath. "You simpleton", he said, "You should know the answer to that already". His face was still lacking expression, yet his ice-blue eyes had caught fire, and so had his voice.

You stayed quiet for a moment, still processing what had transpired. "Then shut up and stop pushing me away", you said annoyed as tears spilt from your eyes. Chevalier raised his eyebrows in surprise. You could tell he had not planned for such a reaction.

You pulled him in once again. He pushed your bodies together against the door as he kissed you. You blindly searched the space behind you until your hand found the key and locked the door. Your other hand was still holding his white linen shirt, pulling him towards you so he would not escape even though he seemed to have no intention to. His lips were devouring every inch of skin they could find. You felt him slow down as he reached your cleavage. His hands were hesitantly hovering above the buttons of your dress. You reached behind your back and pushed his hands towards them. He played around with the first one until he was able to unhook it, then easily undid the rest. He untied the ribbons of your skirt and petticoat. You shook your dress until it pooled around your feet.

Your hands worked on his own shirt until you were able to pull it off of his shoulders. You traced his toned torso, the bandages of his wound still wrapped around it. You dropped your gaze and your head as your fingers traced the white gauze. His crooked finger hooked underneath your chin and raised your head once more. He kissed your lips, hands tracing your figure until they reached your waist. You gasped when he lifted you up, letting your legs wrap around his hips.

"Chevalier your wou-"

"I can do so much", he waved your concern away. He carried you to the bed. He let out a grunt of pain as he tried to place you softly upon the mattress, the weight pulling at the muscles he shouldn't move.

"Don't", you told him. You sat on your knees and cupped his cheeks before you kissed him. His breath relaxed, the warm air breaking on your skin. You broke the kiss and looked at the bandage. He placed his hand above yours as it passed over the wound. He moved them together towards his heart. You met his gaze. It was intense; determined. Without any words, he told you that the worst pain he had had to experience was in his heart when he was apart from you.

He slowly climbed on top of you, kissing and biting at your neck and collarbone. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your chemise and lifted it until he exposed your honey pot. He traced the lips with his digits as they grew wetter. You took a sharp inhale as his thumb pressed your bud. He raised his head. His eyes examined your face as his thumb drew circles over and over again. He leaned for a kiss when he plunged a finger inside your walls. He was slow, careful as he drank every sigh and moan he pulled out of you. You opened your legs further for him. He thrust another one of his thick fingers inside you. You broke from his kiss to let out a cry of pleasure. He stopped for a moment as he examined your face, quickly returning to his good work. He scraped your walls with the pad of his fingers and your neck with the edges of his teeth. You combed his golden hair, pulling on the strands as he picked up the speed of his thrusts.

You called his name in his ear. He leaned to your neck and planted a loving kiss. Your bodies danced together, the tears they had shed while apart were turning into a fiery passion. You did not know if you wanted to cry out of joy or out of the sheer pleasure his fingers were granting you. He pulled your corset right under your breasts to expose them and took one in his mouth. Your fingers curled. You could feel his smile as his tongue circled one of your nipples. You could feel a coil building up in your body, curling up like a spring underneath your belly. His hands were both at work between your legs, one thrusting and one circling your rosey bud. He suddenly switched breasts and the coil burst. You panted and trembled as you covered his fingers with your essence. He slowly pulled his hand away. His fingers lightly pressed on your oversensitive entrance. You shuddered at the feeling, hips both running away and moving towards him.

He brought his head to his bandaged stomach. "Dammit", he muttered. Before you could pose further questions, he sat next to you, back on the headboard, and pulled you between his legs. This position reminded you of something yet you could not name this thing even as you searched into the depths of your memory.

"Chevalier", you said before he covered your eyes with his palm. The darkness made the kisses on your neck even more intense. It made the way he cupped your breasts feel more direct. His breath was on your nape. And that was when it clicked: There were not a lot of romance stories that you read, but there was this one you knew all your female friends had read. You had jokingly mentioned it once in front of him, never expecting him to actually read it. Goodness, you hoped he would not after you contemplated further on the vulgarities contained in this particular book. But he did. And he knew. And though you had mentioned it mockingly, you did not believe there were many women who would not be turned on by the things in that book.

He nipped on your ear. "I wanted to tell you", you felt rather than heard his words, "You enjoy some pretty interesting books". His fingers held your entrance open. "But I would like to hear what you want coming from your lips", he lifted you and led you onto his length, "Personally, I would prefer to look at you while you're making that face"

You felt the kiss he planted on your shoulder as his length stretched you. He continued to kiss you repeatedly as you got used to him inside you. He helped you as you moved up and down. You called his name. You heard his grunts loud and clear with your heightened ears even though he tried to bury them in your neck. He started moving more ferociously, more passionately. Your back arched against him as you tried to keep your breath steady, with no success. Your head leaned back to lie on his shoulder. At some point, his hand slipped away and you were met face to face with the expression he hid from your behind your previously obstructed gaze. His heaving chest, his rose-coloured cheeks, his feverish forehead, his hungry gaze....his everlasting and ever-burning love. It was too late for him to hide again; he probably realised it. He caught your lips in his. One hand dived underneath your arm and cupped your cheek, keeping your lips locked with his as he thrust inside you. The other pinched and circled your bud. You moaned. His tongue was entwined with yours. Your legs wiggled at the weakness of your breath. You reached behind you and hooked your arm on his nape. You aided his fingers as they urged your release. Your cries of intense pleasure were nectar drunk by his thirsty lips.

He kissed your nose. He was panting. He was not hiding anymore. His hands held you close, begging you to stay, even if his lips would never ever express such a wish. He was not a man who would succumb to his desires, but that did not mean they were not there.

"Lay down", you said as you raised your hips. You cupped his cheeks as he fell onto the pillows on the side. Your lips kissed every inch of his handsome face. His hands held your waist, thumbs tracing the dimples of your hips. You kissed every patch of skin you could find between the bandages on his torso. He pulled you back up mid-climbing down. He combed your hair with his fingers. You wrapped yours around his length. Your thumb traced the head and he bit your lip. You moved your head up and down. He was still determined on kissing you, yet you could taste the sweet moans he himself now left, and the sway of his hips towards your hand. His hand wrapped around yours. At first, you thought he was going to stop you, but he merely urged you to continue faster.

He came, panting against your face, his warm essence shooting from his length. He cupped your cheek before moving his hand to your nape and pulling you into his embrace. His hands wrapped around you. He softly kissed your back. You pulled him close, your own arms diving underneath his. He held you as if you were the most precious treasure in the world. His thumb rubbed on your skin and you knew he was tracing the marks that he himself had left.

"I'm coming with you", you said against his chest, "To Rhodolite"

Chevalier tightened his embrace. "Good", he said.

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My Big Cat - Chevalier Michel

Genre: Fluff! Pronouns: you/your Warnings: None Words: 367 Notes: Shout out to the most awesomest @blake-elladonna for helping with editing!

King Chevalier returned to his room with a sigh. The stacks of paperwork continuously grew no matter the amount he completed. Meetings ran long; one nearly making him late for another if it hadn’t been for Clavis, who prevented it. Yet it didn’t stop Chevalier’s frustration from building. With the sun lower and the hours growing later, even Chevalier had a limit to how much he could do in a day. Even if that limit seemed endless.

“That long of a day, huh?” You asked, rested upon propped pillows with a book in hand.

Chevalier removed his boots and changed into his sleepwear, humming in agreement as he climbed between your outstretched legs. He hugged your torso, laying down his head with the feeling of you tucking the blanket around his shoulders. This wasn’t something he’d done before nor was it something you would’ve expected of him, but the love that swelled in your chest as he rested in your embrace caused you to smile.

Despite being able to relax and get comfortable, you felt tension in his body. There wasn’t much you could do in this position but you managed to push his hair from his face, your nails massaging his scalp as you cardded your fingers through his hair. And with tension in Chevalier’s body melting away, it wasn’t long before he fell asleep.

You couldn’t recall the last time Chevalier fell asleep before you did — if he ever had.

His face had grew softer, more relaxed; holding a look you’d catch glimpses of if there wasn’t work to be done, or it was just the two of you and you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Kissing his head, words slipped from your lips, “My big cat.”

If Chevalier woke and found your typical roles reversed, well, he wasn’t going to say anything. Whether his shoulder acted as your pillow or if his head rested atop of yours; he would keep his forearms wrapped around you, keep still to prevent your fingers from slipping out of his hair. Only to shift his lower body to be closer to you. Finding pleasure in being held; just as long as it was you who held him.

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revasserium · 9 months

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Hey hon! 👋🏻😊

I'd love to request #153. "Miraculous ruin" from your prompt list with Chevalier Michel!

thank u for the req @randonauticrap!!! <3 i hope u like it! reqs are open!

153. miraculous ruin

chevalier; 857 words; fluff and neck kisses with the smallest wafting of angst but mostly just me meditating on chev bc... well, who wouldn't want to meditate on chev

there are no winners in wars — but sometimes, just sometimes, there are survivors.

there’s blood dark as grape skins staining chevalier’s robe when he comes back. you purse your lips and reach for him. he is still for only a moment, and then he softens, reaching for you as well, letting long, cool fingers trail into your hair, curling into the roots as he tips your head back for a kiss. another kiss. another. another.

there is blood as dark as grape skins but between your lips you crush them to wine.

his breathing is ragged and blood thrums hot beneath your skin as he grazes his teeth against your pulse, his lips skimming past your collarbones, fingers tugging at the fine material of your chemise.

he kisses you like a question, like he’s searching for the answer in the warmth of your mouth, along the backs of your teeth. and all you can do is kiss him back like perhaps, if you tried hard enough, you could give him something like an answer.

“y-y’know…” you murmur, gasping as he presses you back into the silken sheets, “i read an in-interesting thing in a book today…”

“oh?” chevalier lifts his head, his eyes bright and sharp, even beneath the hazy glow of lust, the mention of books never fails to draw his interest. you smile, shift up the bed ever so slightly to lean against the headboard, letting your own fingers trail along the delicate line of his neck.

“yes… it said that the neck is one of the most intimate places to kiss a person… even more so than the lips.”

at this, the corners of his lips twitch. you allow yourself your own smile as he tugs you back down beneath him, caging you in with his limbs.

“and how so?”

he tips your head back; you feel heat and sweetness gather in the pit of your stomach. his voice is indulgent — so much frost and cream and butter — it tells you that his incredible mind has probably already gotten to the answer. it tells you that he wants to hear you say it anyway.

and isn’t that love? in it’s own way?

your lashes flutter closed as he peppers your skin with butterfly kisses.

“b-because…” you bite back a hiss as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, the soft of your neck, painting your skin in a daisychain of blossoming reds and purples. you’ll have a time of trying to cover them up tomorrow but perhaps… perhaps you’ll leave them —

“because it would be so easy to kill a person…” you feel his movement still, and perhaps, you think, he’s remembering a time when he had pressed a blade to your throat. such a different kind of kiss, such a different kind of bite that might have made — cool metal against warm flesh.

chevalier pulls back, watching you with steady eyes. once, you’d thought them cold, but these months and days with him had taught you otherwise. with him, you learned that there’s a heat to the blueness, a warmth to the ever-cooling depths of the ocean, the ever-widening expanses of sky. there’s fire, isn’t there? in the sun? in the stars? in the weight of the world as it presses down on the ocean floor. in the so-called monsters that inhabit those depths, but they too find a way to make light, their bodies changing and adapting over centuries to make it themselves.

chevalier smiles and he is incandescence.

he is the fire in the heart of stars, he is the luminescence at the bottom of the seas.

with him, you learned that blue is heat and fire and light and life, too. always, life.

so much — life.

“yes… it would be easy to kill you like this,” he muses, his tone almost academic in its lightness. but you feel the way his lips linger on your jugular, your own heartbeat stuttering beneath his touch.

“yes… but instead…” you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

“instead…” he echoes, kissing you slow, kissing you soft, kissing you till you are trembling beneath him, open and willing and —

“you choose to kiss me.”

to love me.

he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you into his arms as he rests beside you on the bed.

“yes. i do.”

it’s a simple thing, but his agreement isn’t so easily earned. you revel in it, curl into him as he lets out a sigh.

there is no getting the blood out of his robes — he’ll have to have another made. and then another after that. there are no winners in wars, but you know that there will be survivors. you glance up at him, resting with his eyes closed, and you allow yourself another smile.

you lean up, slow, tilt your head and press your lips to the side of his neck. a kiss. another kiss.

another. another.

another.

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