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Becoming COmtesse Ch. 55

A/N: Sorry that I've kinda disappeared with my fics (and I still have plenty of your requests to get to. I'm still working on them). I've just been in a bit of a funk/focusing on other things and then irl is getting a bit crazy here lately. But here is another chapter for Comte and Colette! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 55

I returned home from ladies only party held by the Dowager Comtesse and Abel greeted me at the door. “Welcome home. Did you enjoy your evening?” He greeted me. Though I did find it a bit suspicious that he didn’t call me ma cherie or mon amour as he usually did when he welcomed me home from such events.

Decided to answer him, taking my time to gauge his mood. “Yes, it was a rather fabulous time. Though I did have to fight off the Dowager Comtesse in her attempts to get me to drink more.”

Abel chuckled as he moved to take my cloak cloak and then hang it up for me. “Seems to be a theme when you spend an evening with the other ladies.”

“I learned my lesson after that first luncheon with Nettie and the other girls.” I replied turning to press a kiss to his lips. When I saw his face, I knew something was amiss. My first instinct was correct. “Abel, is something the matter?”

“There’s nothing really a matter.” Abel replied, not quite meeting my eye. “Just…complicated and unexpected.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused by his rather evasive wording. “Abel?”

Abel reached for my hand. “Come, you should be sitting for this.”

I could feel a knot twisting in the pit of my stomach. What in the world could have him acting like this? What could I need to be sitting down for? Before I could respond or he could take me to another room, someone was coming out of the sitting room and I soon heard a voice I hadn’t heard in years.

“I’m sorry Comte, but I couldn’t wait anymore. Not when I heard her voice.”

My heart thudded painfully in my chest at the sound of that voice. I looked up and there he stood, looking the picture of health. Looking as he did not five years ago, but more like ten or so years ago. “P-Papa?”

“Yes, it’s me, darling girl.” He answered.

I didn’t even think. I dropped my hand from Abel’s and ran towards my father, tears streaming down my face as I practically tackled him into an embrace. I felt his arms wrap around me in turn. “Papa…” I choked out. “I…I’ve missed you…so much.”

“I love you, my darling girl.” He replied and I felt him kiss the top of my head. Something he had done so many times since I was a child.

I cried as we stood there, embracing. Yes, I was a grown woman…but right now I felt like a little girl once again. Reunited with my father, his protective arms around me. I had always known when he hugged me that I was safe and loved.

“H-how…why…?” I sputtered out in between sobs. “P-Papa…you were…so sick…I-I was there… I-I saw…It’s…been five…years…”

Papa pulled back slightly to look at me, his hands cupping my face, thumbs wiping at my tears. “I…It’s still a little fuzzy…as I was explaining to Le Comte…”

“Why don’t we move to the sitting room?” Abel suggested.

“I’ll prepare some tea for you all.” Sebastian said. He then looked at my father. “You still enjoy Earl Gray, correct?”

“Uh…yes.” Papa answered.

Sebastian nodded and bowed before heading to the kitchen. Abel, Papa, and I headed to the sitting room. Papa and I sat down on the settee and Abel sat in the chair closest to the end I was sitting on.

“I…I still don’t understand how you’re here, Papa?” I asked, looking at him, having mostly calmed my crying by this point. “And…you look much younger…”

“I…I don’t really know either.” Papa answered. “I… I was with you and your mother…you both had such grim expressions…I was dying…and then someone came to me and told me…I didn’t have to die.”

“Do you recall anything about this person?” Abel asked.

Papa shook his head. “No… my memory of it…is so muddled and I can’t see their face. I can’t recall if it was a man or woman…”

I looked back at Abel. “Is he…”

Abel nodded. “Yes. He is.”

“Am I what?” Papa asked.

I turned back to him. “A vampire.”

“I…I suppose that is what I am now.” Papa answered. “How…how do you know about vampires, Colette? Well, I guess it makes sense…you always did have a fascination…and you’re here…why are you here anyways? Did your brother do something? Did he kick you out?” Papa was then looking at Abel. “If that is the case, I must thank you for looking after her.”

I looked back at my husband. “You didn’t tell him?”

Abel gave me a sheepish smile. “We hadn’t quite made it to that part of the conversation, ma cherie.”

Papa furrowed his brow. “Tell me about what?” He asked.

It was my turn to look sheepish now. It’s not as if it were anything wrong that had happened. It’s just…telling him after the fact. “Papa…I am…Le Comte and I…”

Before I could finish my sentence, Sebastian was coming in with the tea. He sat a cup down on the table by my father. “Earl Gray for you, Baron Wells.” He said. He then placed a cup of tea in front of me. “And an herbal tea with honey for you, Comtesse.”

“Thank you Sebastian.” I said. Papa was sitting in silence, staring at Abel and I.

“I just spilled the news, didn’t I?” Sebastian asked.

Abel nodded. “Yes…Colette was just getting ready to tell him.”

“My apologies…I will see myself out and I’ll close the door behind me so no one disturbs you.” Sebastian said, bowing and then leaving, shutting the door behind him as he had said he would do.

“Papa?” I gently prodded.

He looked at me. “Comtesse?”

I nodded. “Yes…Abel and I are married.”

Papa’s eyes widened in surprise. “M-married?”

I nodded. “Yes, Papa.”

He looked from me to Abel. HIs expression still one of shock. “You married my daughter?”

Abel nodded. “Yes. I apologize for not asking you for her hand…”

Papa sagged in his seat. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

I put my hand on his. “Papa…”

He looked at me and then at Abel. “I know you’re a true gentleman, Comte… and I know you can provide for my daughter, but you are treating her properly, right?”

Abel smiled. “I do my best to make sure she is happy.”

“Oh, you do more than your best.” I said. I then looked at my father. “He treats me like a princess, better than one in fact. Dotes on me like it’s his job.”

“As your husband it is my job to dote on you, mon amour.” Abel replied.

I looked over at my husband, a fond smile coming to my face. “You go above and beyond, my love.”

Papa had a smile on his face. “As long as you’re happy and well loved, that’s all I can ask for as a father.”

I smiled as I looked back at my father. “Yes. I am very happy, Papa. Abel is the best husband I could have ever asked for.”

“What of your sister?” Papa asked.

“She is also happily married.” I answered. “To Henry.”

“Henry? But your brother…he’s…”

“Henry inherited a title from a distant relative.” I explained. “So, he agreed simply because of that.”

Papa let out a sigh of relief. “Well, at least that all worked out.” He said. “And now I don’t have to go rushing off to get back home…I mean I want to, but…”

“We might need to think of a reason to bring everyone here.” I replied. “Ease everyone into the news that…uhm…you’re alive.”

Papa nodded. “Yes, that…that would probably be for the best…”

“And you can stay here, Papa. While we figure everything out.” I told him.

Papa looked between me and Abel as if waiting for him to protest. “Colette, I couldn’t…”

“Yes you can.” I replied. I then looked back at my husband. “Am I right?”

Abel smiled at me. “Of course you are, mon amour.”

I turned back to Papa. “See, Abel agrees.”

“Your daughter is clearly not going to accept no for an answer on this, Baron.” Abel said. “And I would certainly never deny my darling wife anything. I’ll go have Sebastian prepare you a room… if he hasn’t already anticipated this turn of events and started preparing one anyways.”

“Thank you.” Papa said.

Abel nodded to my father and then gave me a quick peck on top of the head before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him. I looked at my father. “See, it is all settled. You will stay here while we figure everything out.”

Papa nodded, a fond smile on his face. “Well, at least it seems Le Comte loves and cherishes you.”

I smiled. “He does.” I replied.

“And you? Do you love him?” Papa asked.

“Very much.” I answered. “And he really does treat me the best…when he holds me, I feel so safe and secure. As if nothing and no one could ever harm me. The only other person who’s embrace has ever made me feel that way is you, Papa.”

“Good. A husband’s arms should be a place of safety, comfort, and security for a wife.”

“His are.” I replied.

“So, do I have any grandchildren?” Papa asked.

I shook my head. “Not yet…Abel and I….our first wedding anniversary is coming up next month. Edith and Henry got married a few months after we did.” I explained. “None of my brothers are engaged, though little Jack has met his first love…I suppose Thomas could have illegitimate children out there…likely with some ladies from the redlight district as I’m pretty sure that paying is the only way any woman would agree to being with him.”

“Has he gotten that bad?” Papa asked.

I nodded. “Yes. He believes women are only meant to serve for the pleasure of their husbands and the purpose of having children.”

“I still don’t understand where your mother and I went wrong with him.” Papa said, shaking his head. “How about your other brothers? And you said Jack has met his first love? How much I have missed in five years…I wonder if he would even remember me. He was so young.”

“I’m sure he does, Papa.” I replied. “The others are doing well. Going about their studies and figuring out what they want to do with their lives…and thankfully not listening to Thomas.”

Papa and I stayed up quite late into the night, chatting and catching up. We had been left alone for some time. I had a feeling once Abel had left the room to find Sebastian, it wasn’t just about getting a room ready. He’d wanted to give us time alone. I’m not even sure when or how, but at some point I fell asleep on the settee.

Comte…

Comte had been returning to the door of the sitting room, vaguely listening in on the conversation between his wife and father-in-law. Mostly just checking to see if they were still talking. He knew they had so very much to catch up on.

When Colette fell asleep, he even gave a few moments before walking in. Colette was sound asleep, her head resting on her father’s shoulder.

“It seems I have exhausted her with conversation.” Baron Wells said with a wry laugh. “But it felt good to be healthy and talking to her. The last conversation I remember…I was dying and telling her goodbye…”

Le Comte nodded. “I am sure she feels just as happy to have been up chatting with you once again.” He said. “She has missed you a great deal.”

“And you’re certain it’s alright for me to stay?” Baron Wells asked, gently stroking Colette’s hair.

“Of course.” Comte replied. “I would never deny Colette anything that makes her happy.”

“It’s fortunate for you that you seem to make her happy.” Baron Wells replied. “If she told me you were doing anything else…”

“Should I ever do anything to cause her even a modicum of unhappiness, I will submit myself to whatever punishment you see fit.” Comte replied.

Baron Wells smiled. “That’s what a father likes to hear.” He said. “My greatest fear in death was leaving my girls at the hands of their brother…I feared that he would place them in terrible marriages to horrible men…”

“That is why you prepared the trusts for them.”

Baron Wells nodded. “Yes.”

Silence fell between the two men for a moment. Baron Wells sat there, still hugging Colette as she slept, his hand gently stroking her hair…an act he had done many times when she was a child.

Comte cleared his throat after a moment. “I need to ask you something…something I’ve been trying to figure out how to bring up since you woke up.”

“What is it?”

“When you woke up…straight away you told me that you had been introduced to rouge and blanc,” Le Comte began, “You spoke as if you knew I would know what those things are.”

“I did…didn’t I?” Baron Wells replied, thinking for a moment.

“Do you also know…about what I am and my residents?” Le Comte asked.

Baron Wells nodded. “Yes…but I know you never told me… it feels… it feels as if it were something that I woke up knowing… as if it were some knowledge that was planted in my mind.”

“I see.” Le Comte nodded, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was starting to think he knew who had brought his father-in-law back. But why? How did he even know? What was Vlad up to?

“Is that a clue?” Baron Wells asked.

“Possibly.” Comte answered.

Baron Wells nodded. “If I can recall anything, I will tell you.”

“I know.”

Baron Wells looked at his daughter once more. “She probably shouldn’t stay here all night. She’ll wake up with a sore neck if she stays like this. I can carry…”

“There won’t be a need. I can carry her to bed.” Comte replied.

Baron Wells nodded. “Right…my apologies. I’ve already almost forgotten.”

Comte smiled. “It’s alright. You have taken in a lot of information tonight.” He was then stepping closer and scooping Colette up into his arms.

She moved slightly, nestling her head into the crook of his neck. “Mmm…Abel…” She murmured in her sleep, a sweet smile on her face.

Baron Wells smiled as he watched them, his gaze holding a mixture of happiness and melancholy. There was a sense of loss there.

“I swear to you, she is always safe and loved here.” Comte said.

Baron Wells nodded. “Yes, I can see that…thank you for giving her that.”

Comte didn’t quite know what to say. “It’s…it’s a given. And feels inadequate compared to all the things she has given me.”

Baron Wells nodded. “So far, I’m rather pleased to know my daughter married you.” He said.

“I hope it stays that way.” Comte replied smiling. “Sebastian will be in shortly to show you to your room.”

“Thank you…good night.”

“Good night.” Comte replied before carrying Colette up to their bedroom. Sebastian came into the sitting room right behind him to show the Baron to his room.

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fang-and-feather · 3 days ago

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fang-and-feather · 3 days ago

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In light of IkeVamp stopping updates, I think I'm going to open my ask box for a little while. I was going to yesterday but...I was busy and forgot, so...👀

Also, regarding my comfort series, that's still going on, but I can't decide who is next. So pick for me!

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fang-and-feather · 3 days ago

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Unplanned Meeting

Ikemen Prince - Leon x Carina

Prompt: Arranged Marriage AU

Words: 763

Written for @lorei-writes and @violettduchess 's Auuugust! CC

Just an intro to a probably small series. I was going to make this chapter longer, but I just haven't had time this month.

Carina paced in the hallway.

Should she go back to the meeting room? They were expecting her to, and stepping out for some air hadn’t helped her nerves, anyway, but going back inside to watch her parents’s discussion with the Rhodolite princes in there wouldn’t help either, and Yara hadn’t come to get her, so king Leon wasn’t back yet.

If she knew they would arrive earlier and the king wouldn’t be there, she would have made an excuse to stay longer in Jade.

Too late for that now.

“Well, I think I had enough air. I should go back before my parents send someone to look for me.” Carina muttered, then turned to the end of the hallway to tell Linet, her personal guard and friend, that she was ready to go back, but the woman was not there. Instead, she saw a man coming down towards her.

The man stopped a few feet from her, looking down with a natural smile. He was probably one of the princes she hadn’t met yet. He was dressed way too casually, but even then, there was a regal air about him. Not in an intimidating way, he actually looked pretty friendly.

“You’re Princess Carina.” She didn’t know if it was a statement or a question. The man himself looked pensive for a moment before regaining his charming smile. Carina nodded. “Did you get here early? Or am I the one late?” He laughed. A soft, carefree laugh that even made Carina smile for a moment.

Then her mind caught up with the words. Why would he ask if he was late unless this man was King Leon himself?

If she thought his plain shirt and pants were too simple for a prince, it felt even more unfit for a king. And she liked that he didn’t seem to mind.

“I am the one who is early. You don’t have to worry.”

“Still, it looks like my delay stressed you. Would you allow me to fix that?”

Leon extended a hand to her. With his looks and charming smile, he made the gesture look like something straight from a fairytale book.

Still, Carina blinked, and the spell was broken long enough for her to wonder if they should really be doing that, her gaze wandering to the closed door a little past him.

“You’re with me, there’s no need to worry. Unless I am the one you are afraid of?”

It was hard to tell if he was serious or joking at the moment, but her response was immediate.

“No.” And Carina took his hand.

Maybe it was her imagination making it up, but his hold on her felt firm enough to reassure he wouldn’t let go when it counted, both protective and guiding, but at the same time gentle enough to not make her feel trapped.

And the new smile he gave her looked quite content until it changed to something more mischievous, like a kid planning a prank.

“Then don’t let go.”

Leon pulled her along down the corridor at a fast but light pace, clearly trying to hurry before they got caught, but also being mindful of her ability to keep up. He stopped to look around the corners before they went on and turned to smile at her when she giggled excitedly.

This wasn’t what she expected when her friends suggested even this wedding could be a new adventure, but she liked this better.

But despite Leon’s cautiousness, they didn’t make it far before running into Linet.

There was only a second of silence in which Linet seized the man before her, but she stepped back before Leon could say something.

“I can buy you some time.” And turning her attention back to Leon, she added, “Don’t make me regret this.” Then she walked away.

“I will take that as approval.” Leon laughed as Linet got out of sight. Then his expression changed to something more serious for the first time since they met. “I know this situation is not ideal to you, but I swear I will do my best to be worth of that trust.”

“Thank you.”

As far as she could tell, he looked sincere, so his words meant a lot. She doubted this was the ideal situation for him too, and that he was willing to put some effort into making this work gave her hope that this would, indeed, be a worth adventure.

“Then let’s go while we have the advantage.”

They both laughed as they dashed out again, to the beginning of their new adventure.

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fang-and-feather · 4 days ago

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The Count of Saint Germain~

Le comte de Saint Germain is the title that seems to have resided in Paris for generations, but there seem to be something odd about the family... the next heir gets more identical than the last..

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fang-and-feather · 4 days ago

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Chevalier x Esther (OC Chart: Esther) / Family AU / Rosalie (19), Auguste (17), Emilia (10), Chevalier (52), Esther (50) / ~1.8k words

Written for my and @violettduchess 's Auuugust! CC; Prompt: Family AU

The memories, however sweet or sour, hardly ever stung. Chevalier leaned back in his chair, a sea of murmurs humming all around him as nobles poured into the modest drawing room of Lady Lesteyrie’s house. He allowed the questioning and concerned glances to float past him and above the rows of marron cushioned seats, instead redirecting the flow of his attention towards the void of a velvet curtain that cut across the space, stark against the walls in the colour of freshly brewed chai. It wouldn’t be long until the first performer of the day stepped from behind it to sit by the piano and stroke its ivory keys or took up the violin propped against it to imbue the air with their idea of music. Chevalier rested his eyes. Apparently, they were not as sharp as they used to be…

The memories, however sweet or sour, hardly ever stung. There still existed exceptions; the sound of Esther’s steps echoed in his mind, as it often did throughout the week leading up to the concert. They stood out of the noise produced by the subservient maids and the cautious tiptoeing sown by the visiting guests, clear despite the thick oaken door that still stood between them. Her stride seemed longer than her usual gait. Hurried. Uneven. With deliberate force put into every strike of the block heel and little weight behind the metallic tapping of her toes. He lifted his gaze from the stacks of correspondence crowding his desk just as Esther entered the office, arms crossing in front of her chest. The collar of her blouse had been undone.

“Would you repeat to me what you’ve told Mila?” Her shoulders rose measuredly with each breath, perhaps to still uphold the pretence; regardless, she was the very confirmation to his conjectures. And he took her at face value.

First foolish blunder on his part.

“You have to be more specific,” Chevalier replied, her eyes piercing him like dull, rusty nails. Their usual warm brown of freshly tiled ground had muddied when he blinked, now replaced with dark and clammy cold. A murky wave rolled down the surface of her periwinkle skirt. Esther approached him.

“Did you tell her that you can’t make it to the concert?” she demanded, a hint of poison diluted in bile-bitter disbelief trickling from the edges of her words. Her hands gripping his desk, Esther slowly leaned forward, almost a mechanical cedar figurine. Still soft despite her rigidity, she composed herself. “Again?”

“It collides with the meeting with the Carnelian emissaries.”

His stomach churned; if something held her down, then his words severed those ties. A string snapped or a spring released, Esther straightened her back and curls tumbled from behind her ear, bright to the point of overshadowing any worry lurking underneath them. Chevalier observed. Her finger trailing a path along the edge of the desk, she circled the piece of furniture, but didn’t say a word. Not until he let go of his fountain pen for good.

“You wanted to take Tete along this time?”

“Indeed,” he confirmed. Another. Pitiful. Mistake.

“Chevalier…”

He followed her sigh like a song skipping over the surface of the sea, the legs of his chair ruffling the plush carpet as he turned to face her. The Esther that stood over him was creased clothes and tangled hair, and old sour tears soaked into her blouse. He remembered all of their days, but he still couldn’t tell when she had aged – time just crept up on her, on him… them, their children all grown now. All but one. Warm as ever and reassuring in their familiarity, her hands cupped his cheeks. She forced him to gaze into her, but truly her, far past the convenient exterior.

“Chevalier Michel, you will go to that concert. In fact, right this instant, you will go and tell this to Mila,” Esther uttered a paper-thin whisper. “And you will apologise for all the events you’ve missed in the past months. Understood?”

“I—” Her thumb pressed against his lips, decisive to the point of trapping them against his teeth.

“Ah-ah-ah, sunshine.” She shook her head, stiff in her affection. “You will do as I tell you now. Meanwhile, I will ask Clavis to take over the meeting. What do you know, maybe Galileo would like to attend it too? It wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

Her hands withdrew from him, but no coherent words formed in his throat. Calm and silent the way a snow-covered landscape is, Chevalier did what he was most accustomed to: he searched and analysed. Her skin was paler; eyes distant; breathing steady now; body temperature – based on the just broken contact – normal. Esther walked towards the door, swaying in her step as if pushed off balance. Cape crooked. Arms… hesitant as she reached for the knob.

“Just…” She shook her head, but didn’t stop to search his eyes. “Don’t look away.”

Alarmed by the squeaking of still fresh leather soles against the polished floor, Chevalier opened his eyes. Hushed murmurs turned into a meek sediment at the carpet, the room quieted to welcome the first performer for the day. The girl, no older than seven years of age, bowed before the crowd, hands briefly gripping the frills sewn in layers over her skirt. Sharp and decisive despite her minute frame, she turned towards the piano. A sheet of paper rustled at once. Her fingers hit the keys – off rhythm, clumsily, fervently, with the rare sort of dedication one accessed only when fully immersed in a task. Her head shook to the music, eyes darting over the pages and brown tresses slipping out of the tight bun sitting at the top of her head. Whatever talent she lacked, she made up for it in confidence, her parents inching closer and closer towards the edges of their respective seats. The audience at large could cease to exist; the last note struck and her eyes sought only them, blind to the entire rest of the room. Chevalier did not bother to applaud her. It would be a futile endeavour, and regardless, his attention had to split between more than enough matters as it was. The empty space to his right nagged at him. To think he could be this dull…

More children played, from youngest to eldest, piano, violin, flute, piano, violin, flute, piano, violin, violin, piano, piano, piano, piano, all cacophony and undiluted effort, all star-padded eyes and polite ovations that couldn’t be more irrelevant. A living statue of disinterest, Chevalier waited. And then Emilia emerged from behind the curtain.

Unlike the other children, his daughter was cloaked in mute timidness, her eyes searching the rows of chairs as she walked towards the instruments. Esther had braided her hair in the morning, weaved a red “good luck” ribbon alongside one of the stands and tied it off with a bow; it seemed to have given her courage, as her hands trembled only slightly while she settled in front of the piano. Emilia stared at the keys and evened her breathing, her shoulders slumping slightly. Her head snapped towards the audience one last time, desperate to catch a glimpse of any familiar face. Their eyes met and for a brief moment, Chevalier’s insides lurched… It would do her no good if he sheltered her from everything, however. A nod would have to suffice.

The music that flowed from below Emilia’s fingertips was hardly perfect, yet it still remained soothing. Her eyes closed, she recalled the melody from her memory, as she often would. The crowds had always intimidated her. After all, how could they not? Her older sister had the wit to cut down any jagged remarks. Her older brother was warm like a sun and few things ever evaded his eyes. In comparison, she… she was little more than a struggling fledgeling, uncoordinated and clumsy in about every possible way, and entirely too vulnerable once removed from its nest. Emilia herself had no desire to fly just yet, instead occupying the air with her chirping. Perhaps if her trills became beautiful enough they could shield her, but right in that instant… She stroked the keys, a white void filled with static replacing the notes inside of her head. The music stopped abruptly, as if it met the sharp edge of an an overzealous cleaver. Emilia tried to weave the sounds again. Nothing, absolutely nothing came to her. The quiet grew barbed, pierced her ears with the broken glass whispers and agitated rustling of the curtain. Disoriented, her eyes darted around, from the instrument, to her hands, to the faces staring at her with obnoxious persistence and the open door locked behind them. Invisible hands coiled around her throat. She wished to perish. She wished to evaporate. To never have been to begin with.

Commotion arose in the audience. Chevalier got up from his chair and her heart fell, just a piece of dusty rubble. The one time he finally made the time and came and she…

Emilia shrunk into herself. She wished her braid would fall apart, that she could hide behind her hair and run. As she was, she could only huddle within herself. She didn’t notice the atmosphere cooling nor did she feel the tremors running through the floorboards as the rows of chairs spread apart. A person approached her – someone, somehow, sometime she wasn’t sure when. It changed nothing either way. It was over, so completely over for her. She didn’t need to be told as much by anybody.

“Emilia.” A gentle hand stroked her head, rather unsure while it moved to rest over her shoulder. As always, her father carried the faint smell of roses, yet this time it made her want to weep. “You played well.”

Persistent tears crept into her eyes. She didn’t want to cry. This once, she didn’t want to cry. Obscured by his cloak, Emilia clung to her father and burrowed her nose in his jacket.

“I forgot the song.”

“Most find it challenging to recall new melodies,” he whispered. “It’d be more reasonable to play as we do in the evenings.”

“Can’t do that alone.” Her voice broke down on her.

“Indeed. May I have this duet?”

Chevalier had never been one to perform, although never due to the lack of talent. In the days of his youth, the act simply appeared meaningless, no feat within his reach striking anything but fear into people’s hearts. His nature must have poisoned even the sound, tainted it and stripped it of any beauty or joy. Perhaps, were he alone, the outcome would not be any different; however, when he sat beside Emilia on the bench, he did not feel the familiar stares creeping up his back. His daughter looked at him with his very own eyes, cautious and full of wonder, and of bright warmth he hadn’t been blessed with. Her cheeks reddened, she nodded eagerly. Cramped as they were, they still played.

The memories, however sweet or sour, hardly ever stung. This one Chevalier would cherish later, all the while silently thanking his wife for preventing him from committing the greatest oversight of his life.

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Yves + Magical Girl/Boy AU? :o

Yves magical item is his mother's earring. It's rare for someone to directly inherit power like that and Yves might be the only one of his brothers to do so (to his knowledge, at least)

For the most part, Yves avoided using his powers, both because he feared them at time, and because people didn't react well to his, as they called it, "Obsidianite Powers", that were considered dark and unstable. Even today, with full control over them, and even in more private situations, Yves doesn't use them much.

When he was younger, especially on his teenager years, Yves had poor control of his powers, especially his transformation, that was often triggered when he felt himself in danger or when his emotions enhanced his powers.

He often heard of some of his brothers that, probably because of getting his mother's magical item, too feminine powers, since among Yves's unique abilities was that of enhancing the beauty of things, as well as imbuing his sweets with powers that could enhance natural healing or temporarily boost their emotions positively (the later could work with his music too). But these were all things Yves claimed to be able to do without his powers (and he was mostly right, his powers were just, in a sense, stronger and worked even in situations his natural charm and skills couldn't).

While all the others had one "transformation outfit", Yves could modify his at will.

Yves general magic is light based, and his purification abilities are among the strongest in the castle, despite his fighting powers not being too great compared to the others

#thinking about this au again #might try to write something about the other princes too

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fang-and-feather · 4 days ago

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Sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you.

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Prisoner: Captivated by Two Lovers Premium Ending - Leonardo

Will start to post Leonardo's JP story events here because of Ikevamp EN announcement. Please note that I only used a translator for this, so the accuracy is low. I also named my MC, Nefer.

Other Leonardo: ...Looks like I've lost. Even though we're the same 'me', I can't believe only one can make Nefer smile from her heart.

I spoke to his eyes, which were calm as if he had come to an understanding, but also lonely.

Nefer: I was really happy about the feelings you gave me. But... Every day I spend with Leonardo, whether it's the days we clash or the days we laugh together, I cherish it all. Those days are what I want to live and they make me who I am.

And I'm sure he feels the same way.

Nefer: So... it has to be him.

I got lost in this world, met another man, and told him the answer I found.

He gently hugged my shoulders from the side.

Other Leonardo: I thought I understood the importance of time. That's why I thought the only option was to have a fight and take you away... Your hearts are so deeply connected that they can't be shaken by something like this. Make Nefer happy.

Leonardo: Of course, but it's a little different…We make each other happy together.

Nefer: Yes

The other man told us a legend that will show us how to return to our original world.

It is "When red drops run down the water of a soaked maiden, and the lake turns crimson, The door will be opened again."

When we arrived at the lake, he took my hand and we dipped my feet into the water.

Leonardo: The plains seen from the original world also looked like water, so there's no doubt we're entering the lake.

Nefer: Yes. But, 'Red drops running down the maiden's skin'...

I guess it's about bloodsucking.

Just as I was worried that this would go against his wishes, a large hand gently stroked my head.

Leonardo: Don't look so worried, I've heard it from the other me. The point is, all I have to do is drink the blood.

Nefer: Th-Thank goodness...

Leonardo: I guess in this world, I feel the same way about you, just the way you are now.

I picked up a flower that was blooming all around me and gently buried it with my index finger. He breathed on the crimson droplets that formed into beads and flowed down the stream.

Nefer: Leonardo... please drink my blood. Not just to return to my original world, but because I want to dedicate myself to you, the person I love.

Leonardo: ...

He pulled me close, grabbed my wrist tightly, and then guided my fingers into his mouth.

Nefer: Hmmm..

The tip of his tongue traces the pads of my fingers, entangles them, and gently bites them...

Even though he has only touched one finger, my body begins to heat up.

Leonardo: Your blood tastes so much sweeter. Do you love me that much?

Nefer: Of course I love you...

As soon as I answered, my lips were sealed and the taste of blood spread from the tongue that was forced in. As his tongue toyed with mine, my arms dangled limply, and a drop of blood fell from my fingertips into the lake.

The flowers surrounding the lake also change color as if stained with the blood, and the entire lake is dyed crimson. Distracted by the passionate kiss, I had no time to enjoy the fantastical scenery. My consciousness fades away in the sweet feeling of floating.

Leonardo: Nefer, are you okay?

Nefer: Yes...

Suddenly we found ourselves lying on the bed in his room.

We're back...

It feels as though I have woken up from a dream, but the feelings overflowing in my heart are no illusion.

Nefer: Leonardo, do you remember what I told you?

Leonardo: … you mean it has to be me?

I gently grab his hand.

Nefer: I'm just happy to be with you. On the other hand, if you're not there, my heart will shrink. So... I want to feel more of you, Leonardo.

Leonardo: If that's the case, I'll make you feel me as much as you want. I'll give you so much love that you'll feel like you're overwhelmed.

The deep press of lips against me awakens again the heat that has been building up in the pit of my stomach.

Nefer: Haa...Leonardo-san, please touch me here quickly...

When I guided his hand between my legs, his expression twisted as if he was enduring something.

Leonardo: Geez... cara mia.

My skirt is lifted up and the center of my underwear is shifted. After one nectar-laced stroke, his fingers were immediately buried inside.

Nefer: Ahh, hmmm...

As my weak spots inside are caressed over and over again, I can't contain my sweet voice.

Leonardo: I'll show you that it has to be me.

My burgeoning desire is satisfied and he was taken in deep within.

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