#A little hurt comfort with Clavis

[nightghoul381]

Flops in front of you

Hello hi

I was going to request yoshimoto but I’m not gonna make you binge his route for this little thing

Clavis.

Clavis looking after his sick fiancée who can’t sleep or talk and she’s just absolutely miserable and frustrated and emotional because lack of sleep and stuff and 😩 please 🙏

Hi loveyyy!! I hope this kinda sorta helps, it's a lot shorter than I usually write but it seemed like a good stopping point sorta, so lemme know if you need something else or more or better lol

In Sickness~Clavis Lelouch x Reader Genre: Fluffy comfort WC: 711 CW: Descriptions of pain and illness

“My oh my, what sort of emergency are you experiencing my dear? Surely it’s something quite pressing for someone as ill as yourself to be out of bed. Especially after I had just tucked you in so snugly.”

Clavis’ golden eyes were narrowed, belying his troubled smirk, and showing his genuine frustration. You had thought he wouldn’t be back for a short while, so when you found yourself feeling very thirsty but the glass beside your bed drained, you had decided to amble over to the pitcher situated on the far side of the room where a servant had just refilled it.

“I… I was…thirsty…” You squeaked out, your voice little more than a pained, scratchy hiss.

Clavis’ face softened as he pulled you close to him, guiding you gently over to the bed where he sat you down before fetching the pitcher of water and bringing it over to your bedside.

“Here you are my beautiful fiancée. Nice cool water should help ease your throat,” Clavis coos, lifting the glass to your lips.

The cool liquid provides minimal relief, but swallowing just seems to make everything feel so much worse. You clench your eyes tightly, pushing the glass away and curling in on yourself. Focusing on trying to breathe through the pain, you end up feeling a warm hand stroking your hair and your back, providing just enough pressure to soothe you and you are able to relax just enough to open your eyes again.

You let your forehead fall forward, landing roughly against your lover’s shoulder, allowing yourself to be pulled fully into his lap as his strong arms wrap firmly around you.

This illness is miserable, every part of your body aches, breathing is so difficult, and you can’t seem to get enough rest to recover even the slightest bit. But all of that pales in comparison to the stabbing pain in your throat. Breathing makes it feel like needles are pricking you, and swallowing creates the most intense burning sensation. The worst part is when you’re unable to stop coughing. Your throat feels like it’s being torn apart, unable to catch a breath and your chest aches with the force of the cough.

And yet despite all of these awful symptoms, Clavis has remained steadfastly by your side. He only stepped away when you had fallen asleep or if something urgent came up. Although, now that he’d caught you out of bed, you doubt he’d let you out of his sight again until you were feeling completely healthy.

You close your eyes as he holds you, his warm hands move up to hold your head against his chest. The calm steady beating of his heart is soothing, the warmth radiating off his body relaxing you until you’re certain you’ll end up falling asleep if you don’t move.

You pull your head free, pushing yourself to sit straight and look Clavis in the eye.

“I’m sorry,” you start, a vicious cough ripping through you and causing a pitiful cry to spill out, tears streaming down your face at the unyielding pain.

“Hush now, no apologies necessary. The only thing I want you to focus on right now is resting.”

Clavis turns you to lay you back on the bed, sliding under the covers beside you and keeping you pulled close to him.

“Not to mention, you can rest assured that I shall not get bored, I will talk for the both of us. Allow me to tell you about all of the things I want to do when you’re recovered. And after that I shall regale you with tales of my latest traps. And if you’re still awake you may just be able to catch me going off on a tangent about everything I simply adore about you.”

The depths of love and concern you can hear in your fiance’s voice is like a balm to your illness addled mind. You once again allow your eyes to flutter closed, feeling a soft kiss pressed against your forehead as Clavis begins to tell you of his plans for the two of you to travel and try out a newly invented contraption that some nobleman had come up with.

Peace overcomes you as you finally feel your consciousness drift away.

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[riveranova]

youre headcanons were so funny, could you do more please? there is this trend on tiktok where girlfriends film their boyfriends sleeping positions, can you do that but with the ikemen prince guys?

and female reader please and thank you!💗💗

A/N: I know EXACTLY what you mean! So sorry for the long wait, here you go! <3

I also made this Gender Neutral because there is no mention of any gender. I hope thats fine!

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: A teensie bit suggestive, pure crack to be honest, Nokto

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 610

Gilbert von Obsidian

- Still - LIke, he doesn't move - He scares the shit out of you because he's literally cold and unmoving - Literally laying there like 🧍🏻 - WILL make fun of you if you panic and wake him up - He's a little shit, obviously he thinks that your crying face is adorable - Do you honestly think that he'd go out like that? - Do you even love him? - It's not that? Ahh, so you doubt him. - ''I'm hurt, little rabbit. I think I need to remind you how alive I truly am, heehee...''

Silvio Ricci

-This man is a prick - If you sleep in the same bed as him, I'm sorry - Will 100% not only steal your blankets and throw them to the floor but will also take up all the space in your bed - I don't think he's completely silent when he sleeps but he doesn't snore either - More like.. really loud breathing - My dog breathes really loud when he's sleeping well - Hold on.. Silvios crest- - I rest my case.

Keith Howell

-I'm pretty sure that he's a silent sleeper - There is one big problem, uh tall problem - Tall. He's very tall. (I'm 181cm, I feel the pain) - I'd imagine that he has trouble sleeping in small beds because of his height - Poor guy is completely folded next to you so that you have some space - His back pain must be horrible, oh dear - Now, his alter is a different story - I think he'd just pull you onto him - He's tall and strong, he can be your bed <3

Sariel Noir

-Does he even sleep - I think the question with him isn't how he sleeps but how you find him sleeping - His job is hard and trying to keep the chaos (Clavis & Nokto, really) in check is a lot - Falls asleep on his desk, mostly - Hunched over his papers, the candle already out and cold for a long time - This man has chronic back pain, that isn't even up for debate - Wakes up easily and decides to follow you into bed

Rio Ortiz

-I think he doesn't sleep much either - For him, I think it's because he just has too much energy - He just loves to get everything ready for you to start your day, he knows you work so, so hard - But even this battery needs some charging sometimes - Can and will sit down on a chair, sleep (sitting straight up) for an hour and wake up as if he slept a week - Has no back pain either - What is his secret? We will never know

Clavis Lelouch

-Okay. - We know that this idiot doesn't even have a bed in his room - When he does sleep, he just throws himself into his couch and sleep like that - Because when he's tired.. He's TIRED - Hangs off of the side of the couch like not quite dried paint - Cyran covers him with a blanket sometimes but doesn't bother most of the time because Clavis just plucks it off in his sleep - Doesn't sleep very long or very deep, he has a tight schedule after all! Haha! Ahaha! Haa.. poor Sariel.

Nokto Klein

-:I - I think we all know where this is going - Look, I know he's not ALL about women and sex - But he's MOSTLY about it and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even care where he falls asleep - Literally falls asleep with his arms in postions that do NOT look comfortable - Don't worry tho, just pluck his arms from under whatever bodypart they are and lay him down normally - Deep sleeper, 100% - Has mastered THE nap. Like the one where you wake up and you have imprints of your clothes

Thank you for reading, requests are always open!

[lorei-writes]

OC Thoughts: Esther, Viva & Their Relationships

Inspired by @olivermorningstar ; some characters have been omitted ; excuse any typos and other such errors -- busy + very giddy

Princes

Chevalier

Esther: Obviously, she loves him, but her care predates even that. In Esther's eyes, Chevalier has always appeared rather lonesome, the stories told by the people around them having her wonder just how much of the gossip is true. Have he truly done that? Is he as monstrous, as brutal, as they describe him?

Yes and no.

Esther is well aware of the extent of Chevalier's ruthlessness. However, she has also always acknowledged his humanity, reached towards it to cradle it against her heart. To her, Chevalier has never been more than a man -- incredibly strong, resilient, dedicated and talented man, but still a man, just as capable of hurting as anybody else. Everybody has some potential for evil. She's seen his potential for good as well. Nothing is sweeter than his affection.

Viva: Chevalier is the annoying soon-to-be-brother-in-law. She has no clue what Esther sees in him, however, she cannot deny the fact that Chevalier treats her sister well (or at least attempts to do right by her).

Viva doesn't understand why Chevalier would try to obscure his intentions and feelings. At times, she pushes him to be more direct or shares her insight with him. (Nobody loves Esther more than Viva and that much will always remain true -- there are things that Chevalier simply cannot understand, part due to his protective nature). She doesn't need to like him to wish him and Esther everything best.

Leon

Esther: They get along fairly well! As it happens, Esther tends to be the representative of foreign affairs faction... or much rather, to be one of the mediators. (Chevalier and Leon do not need to see eye to eye. Viva and Esther? They're on good terms. Leon will not threaten his relationship with Viva by being too harsh on Chevalier, and similarly, Chevalier will not risk pushing Esther away to win against Leon.) However one may look at it! They do end up working together at times. It's generally fairly pleasant.

Esther's glad that her sister found somebody like Leon. She genuinely believes he is capable of making Viva happy and helping her find her place in the world.

Viva: It's... complicated. At first, she hates him, or much rather, she hates the image of him she's conjured up in her mind. He's supposed to be a ruthless "royal", oblivious to the struggles of the common people, somebody heartless enough to abandon his original state without looking back at the people left behind. But when she realises that is not the case? She does not know what to think. She loves him. She hates loving him. She hates herself for ever hating him. A part of her loves hating him, while also drowning in self-loathing.

Once that's all said and done, however? Leon is Viva's rock, her oasis, save heaven. He's the only person she does not need to prove her strength to. She can cry and crumble, and he'll just hold her until she's whole again. Viva adores him. She wants to be better for him.

She's ready to be his protector, his lioness.

Yves

Esther: Surprisingly enough, they're good friends! (It causes Chevalier to be mildly jealous at times.) They sometimes bake or cook together.

Viva: ...She enjoys teasing him a little too much.

Nokto

Esther: ...She sometimes (often) ends up being the butt of his jokes. He finds her reactions rather amusing. (He seems to enjoy embarrassing her, possibly to mess with Chevalier.)

Licht

Viva: Sparring partners! They also tend to their horses together. They don't necessarily talk much, but they find each other's presence to be rather comfortable.

Clavis

Esther: Oh, her initial employer. Oh, the schemer. Oh. Just Oh. Esther sees his inferiority complex and she tires her best to smooth things over between Clavis and Chevalier. (She has scolded Chevalier and asked him to be more considerate of Clavis multiple times.) She feels sorry for him.

At the same time, at times, he's too much. Clavis truly is a younger brother. A mischievous little rascal.

Viva: Partners in crime, especially when it comes to getting people to be truer to their actual feelings. They drink together sometimes. Are his pranks annoying? Yeah. But he digs out those pit falls himself. She does have a fair share of respect for hard-working people and Clavis is no exception to that. She doesn't believe him to be a bad person.

OCs

Maeve @keithsandwich

Esther: Esther cannot say she knows Maeve well -- or well, technically, that she knows her at all. They haven't officially met. It was "Queen Viva" who visited the Jadean palace, not Esther.

That being said, there's a certain secret she's found out and she intends to keep it well-hidden. She appreciates Maeve's gentle nature and believes they could get along well. (Maeve also seems rather relatable, given the fact that they both come from the peasantry.)

Viva: Maeve seems like a nice person, however, the majority of her spiritual stuff flies over Viva's head. She's secretly afraid of being disrespectful -- Maeve's a priestess, but she doesn't seem to worship the God Viva knows... Not that there's anything wrong with that. She just lacks the knowledge on the topic.

Viva has the feeling that Maeve wishes for peace. She hopes their relationship will strengthen as they both lead their countries towards prosperity -- together, as allies.

Beatrice @bicayaya

Esther: She's... actually, somewhat intimidated. All the things Esther struggles with, Beatrice seems to do rather effortlessly. She admires her education, elegance and grace. Sometimes she stops for a moment to listen when Bea plays piano.

Esther wonders whether that's what a proper noblewoman should be. Beautiful, delicate, skilled... And she wonders whether one day she could be even fraction of that.

Viva: Oh, Bea is another good object for teasing. Unlike Esther, Viva feels anything but intimidated. She acknowledges Bea's talents and virtues, but at the same time... There isn't anything wrong with not having them either.

She wonders whether Beatrice would perhaps enjoy sneaking out to town. She'd love to show her around, to take her out to the marketplace (especially flea market), and to treat her to some of the treats sold at various stalls.

Oliver @olivermorningstar

Esther: Sometimes it feels like Oliver is the only sane person around. The scientist may be a little eccentric and detached from others, but he has a nice, soothing presence. She appreciates all the effort he's put into figuring out how to help manage her symptoms.

Esther may or may not come by the infirmary just to see whether he's there and to check up on him. She tends to bring some snack and tea along -- nothing refreshes the mind like some home-made treats.

Viva: Oliver's weird, okay? He's weird. He spends entire days doing his research and Viva absolutely cannot comprehend how he doesn't end up bored... At least until she hears about his discoveries.

Truth be told, Viva would love to hear Oliver talk about his research. She can't imagine herself doing his work, but she sees it as extremely valuable nonetheless. (However, at the same time, she may be a little afraid of scaring him through, well, being herself.)

Leyla @violettduchess

Esther: The first word that popped up in Esther's head when seeing Leyla was "vibrant". Esther cannot deny any of Leyla's merits, but their lives are so different it makes her head spin a little. Given their personal beliefs, they would likely be able to get along just fine, however, they may disagree about the methods of accomplishing their goals.

Leyla reminds Esther of Viva. They're both free in a way that's foreign to her. They're bright, decisive, strong, capable, open and daring. Simply brave. She's generally happy supporting such people from the sidelines.

Viva: ... If she wasn't a Queen, she'd love to travel with Leyla. As things are, however? She wants to spar with her. She wants to show her around Rhodolite. She wants to hear her stories.

It'd likely be an another instance of "the boys can't get along, so we shall handle the talks instead". I can imagine them getting into trouble "for the greater good", and both Leon and Silvio following them unwillingly (...and Esther... and then, at the very end of this line, Chevalier).

[writingwhimsey]

Hi. For your prompt list may I request Clavis and "Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?" I would prefer straight smut please. Thank you.

Thank you for the request! And I knew as soon as I saw this one that I HAD to do it. I mean...that line is oh so Clavis! Anyway, here we are my first smut fic for Clavis!

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikepri Clavis

Prompt: "Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?"

NSFW 18+ content below

One Dark and Stormy Night

Clavis had traveled from the palace to visit the estate of a noble in the countryside. He had dragged Emma along with him, insisting that she needed to go to fulfill her duties as Belle. The visit with the noble had lasted later than expected and not long into their journey home, the weather had taken a turn for the worse.

The carriage could go no further for the night. Thankfully they had at least made it into a small town and were close to an inn. The pair made a mad dash inside through a torrential downpour and were greeted by a kindly old innkeeper, who greeted them with a smile.

“Oh you poor dears!” She exclaimed. 

“It is a bit of a downpour out there.” Emma said. “We are just lucky we were able to make it to your inn.”

“And you’re in luck that I happen to have a room available.” She said, smiling as she turned around to grab a key. “Come this way.”

“A room?” Emma asked, catching onto the innkeeper’s words.

“Yes, dear. I have one last room available. I hope that won’t be a problem?” The old woman replied.

Clavis was then beaming at the old woman as he wrapped an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “Of course it won’t be a problem. Will it, dearest?” He was then looking at Emma, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Emma’s cheeks reddened. She was ready to push Clavis away, but then she saw the look of concern on the innkeeper’s face. While she didn’t particularly like the idea of having to share a room with Rhodlite’s Clown Prince…she really didn’t have any other options…and nor did she want the old woman thinking that Clavis was a scoundrel trying to hurt Emma in any way.

She may not always enjoy Clavis’s antics…but she knew he wouldn’t actually do anything to harm her. She also knew if he tried something and she said no, he would accept that no.

“Not a problem.” Emma admitted.

Clavis grinned and the old lady smiled as she led them down the hall and up a flight of stairs. They soon arrived at the room, the old woman telling them where they could locate towels and extra blankets and such.

Once she left, the pair were walking into the room, looking around. Emma felt her eyes widen. “Oh…come on…”

“Oh no, there is only one bed! What will we do now?” Clavis asked, in that exaggerated tone of his.

“Sleep.” Emma answered, looking up at him with a stern expression. She then went over to the closet and pulled out the extra pillows and blankets the innkeeper had told them about. She made a little nest of blankets on the floor. “As the gentleman, you can take the floor while I take the bed.”

Clavis chuckled. “Oh come now, where’s your sense of adventure my dear little bunny?”

Emma glared. “I’m going to go dry off and change into some dry clothes. I suggest you do the same.” She then headed for the small bathroom off of their suite and dried herself with some towels and changed into the spare clothes that were left, a thin white night shirt. Unfortunately for her, the night shirt only came to about her midthigh.

“Ugh…why?” Emma grumbled to herself. It’s not like she had much of a choice. She took a deep calming breath before exiting the room. Clavis was already changed and to Emma’s surprise was making himself comfortable on the floor bed she had just made for him.

Clavis looked up at her when he heard the door open. And despite being a gentleman, he felt himself sucking in a breath as some very ungentleman-like thoughts filled his mind at the sight of Emma’s bare legs.

“Clavis? Are you alright over there?” Emma asked, pulling down on the hem of the nightshirt she wore…the very thin nightshirt. Her cheeks were reddening in a manner Clavis found rather adorable.

“I’m just fine little bunny.” Clavis replied. “Though I am starting to think you should allow me to join you in the bed.”

“What?! No, that…that won’t be necessary!” Emma replied. She was then diving into the bed and pulling the covers up over herself, all the way to her chin. “That was NOT very gentlemanly of you to suggest.” She huffed at him.

Clavis chuckled as he rose from his nest of blankets on the floor. “Oh, but it is, my dear little bunny. The only reason I suggested it was for your comfort and safety.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at Clavis. “That seems like it would be for quite the opposite.”

“My dear little bunny, I noticed how thin and short that nightshirt is and these blankets aren’t much better.” Clavis said as he slowly began to slide himself into the bed, slipping ever so slyly under the covers next to Emma. “It’s a chilly rainy night. I wouldn’t want you catching your death of cold. And having my warm body next to yours will only help keep you warm through the long cold night.”

Emma couldn’t help but to notice…the bed did already feel warmer with Clavis next to her. He was right that it was chilly… “Alright…but if you try ANYTHING, I am kicking you back on the floor.”

“You have my word as a gentleman and a prince.” Clavis replied, reaching for Emma’s hand and placing a kiss on the back, his golden gaze on her.

Emma wasn’t sure why, but she felt herself warming even more from the gaze Clavis gave her. Her heart began to beat faster…and his lips seemed to linger on the back of her hand, the gentle kiss lasting longer than any other hand kiss she had ever received. “Clavis…”

Clavis pulled his lips from her hand, a sultry smile on his face. “Yes, Emma…”

Emma bit her lower lip before speaking again. “I…maybe…I wouldn’t kick you out…”

Clavis grinned. “Is that an invitation?” He asked, lifting a hand to gently stroke her cheek. “There are other ways to share body heat after all…”

“Oh…dammit.” Emma muttered, deciding to throw caution to the wind. She surprised herself and Clavis both by grabbing onto the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Clavis froze only a moment before wrapping his arms around Emma and moving his lips with hers. He experimented a moment, sliding his tongue out to trace along the line of her lips. She parted them on a sigh and he slid his tongue inside.

Emma responded, meeting his tongue with hers. She felt Clavis’s hand move down her back, sliding over her ass, and, before resting on her thigh and pulling it up and hooking over his hip as he rolled them over so that he was now on top of her.

After a small eternity, Clavis broke the kiss and pulled back to look at Emma, naked desire in his eyes. Emma felt breathless from the kiss and from the look in those golden eyes. “Clavis…” She breathed, her voice thick with her own desire. She had tried to keep a distance between herself and Clavis…but it never seemed to work and now…now she wanted to be as close to him as you could be to another person.

“Emma…” Clavis said, his voice husky. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Emma right now. His desire for her was even stronger than his desire to beat his brother. He moved completely on instinct, following the will of his desires, caressing her beautiful legs with his hands before positioning his head between her thighs.

Clavis kissed up her inner thigh, first one side and then the other. Lips, teeth, and tongue lavished her skin in unbridled affection, causing Emma’s pulse to quicked and her skin to flush. Her thighs trembled as he inched ever closer to her core, which seemed to ache for attention, but she wasn’t brave enough to ask.

Clavis’s eyes met hers as he placed yet another kiss on her thigh. He could see what she wanted in her eyes and he smiled before moving to her core. He placed an experimental kiss on her lower lips, which made her jump ever so slightly and a small exclamation leave her parted lips…which was how Clavis knew he could continue.

He licked a stripe up her slit before setting his tongue to work on that little pleasure pearl between her legs. Shockwaves of electric pleasure rocked through Emma’s body as Clavis devoured her. Her hips began to buck of their own accord, grinding against his face.

“Cl-Clavis! Oh…yes!” She moaned as pleasure wracked her body. 

Spurred on by her moans, Clavis relished the taste of Emma and continued to lap at her. He moved his hands to grip her thighs as they rested on his shoulders, holding them in place. He continued his ministrations until he felt Emma’s thighs tighten around his head and she was letting out the longest and loudest moan yet, his name the only word leaving her mouth, as her release rocked through her.

“Clavis!”

Clavis continued, drawing her release out before slowly pulling away, giving her core one last kiss before he began to kiss back up the front of her body, feeling her warmth even through the thin fabric of the nightshirt. He came back up to hovering over her, a smile on his face as he looked down at her. “I hope you are ready for more.”

“I…yes…” Emma replied, still breathless and panting from her release.

Clavis grinned at her before stealing her lips in a passionate kiss. The pair were then tearing at each other’s clothes until there were no barriers between them. Pressed tightly together, Clavis slid his length inside Emma, bringing the pair as physically close as any two people could be.

The night continued, Clavis bringing Emma to heights of pleasure she’d never known were possible. He enjoyed the countless cries he earned from her lips each time he filled her. He’d never heard anything more beautiful. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.” Clavis whispered into Emma’s ear as he plunged his cock into her once again. “I don’t want this night to end.”

“Ah…I…I don’t want it to end…either…Clavis.” Emma replied, wrapping her arms around him.

“Then let us share this endless night.” He said before kissing her even as his hips began to thrust, building up their pleasure and indulging in each other all night long.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Portrait of a Gentleman Through the looking glass

Portrait of a gentleman Through the looking glass

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Clavis x MC

Prompt : Ludus & Pragma

Part of : Shapes of Love Creation Challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Hurt Comfort Disguise Insecurity Reassurance Angst Fluff

Word Count : 3.415

Author’s Note: Mirrors can show a lie and reflect the truth at the same time, of facade and reality twisted and twirled so strongly to melt in one to any untrained gaze

But any mask will show, sooner or later, cracks so little to left people wondering were the real truth is ?

It is the bright confidence or the rare moment of vulnerability of an heart wounded too deeply to be concealed any longer ?

The truth is in the middle and she has all intention to see it for herself, accept him as no one else ever did, showing him a world where the things he believed impossible are indeed possible.

A world where she won't shy away from loving him unconditionally.

offering bliss to an afternoon filled with memories and insecurities resurfacing to inflict anguish over his battered and bruised heart.

The same she won't shy away from healing with her words, revealing the truth of what he is for her, revealing the truth of the undeniable, playful, deep, bond they share together linked by the red string of love. 🥰

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

There was a mirror in every bedroom of the palace, this was far from being a secret, everyone had a different relation with it and the images it reflected, emblems of how appearances are often crafted to be a mask, to hide and protect what was inside and what should remain concealed to prying eyes … and I was no exception.

 Flashback

 “Who do you see ?” 

 The first question she asked me when she dragged me next to her in front of the mirror echoed in my mind.

I was so hesitant to show her my room, but she was way too curious to see it, and truth to be told I am so weak for her puppy eyes I, reluctantly, decided to open myself a bit more, only with her though.

As predicted she didn’t judge anything about the room furniture, like the total absence of a bed, or about me … and yet I couldn’t help but feel a prickle of annoyance at the meticulous attention she was paying to the looking glass instead of me.

It’s not like I didn’t wish for her to explore my room to her liking … but honestly the mirror is, in my humble opinion, the least attractive furniture of them all.

I chuckle to myself, hiding the bitter reason for my statement behind a carefully crafted smile as nothing of what I think and feel shall be revealed on the surface.

It took me ages to accomplish it, but my effort paid off since I managed to fool everyone. 

But not her.

She really was special to have seen through it, and nowadays, I still can’t say in all honesty if I am happy or not of that skill of hers.

Present

 I sigh heavily, throwing my cape and gloves on the armchair, slumping ungracefully on the sofa.

It was a long and tiring day and, even though I would gladly doze off, I can't because work has not finished for me yet.

Moreover, my mind had the worst timing with making that memory resurface, as if I was not already in a bad mood.

 -Who do you see ?

 Indeed, what a naive question this is, I chuckle trailing lazily my gaze on the looking glass, standing in a corner of the room where he always was.

Dull and useless like me.

 -The best prince in the Kingdom, a handsome gentleman loved by all, a true trickster who always finds a way to spice things up with a brilliant mind that can rival everyone.

 I answer the question myself, all the while my heart beats painfully in my chest at the effort this show off is taking me this time, unusually so.

 The ever present smile on my lips felt tighter, I noticed it from the way my cheeks ached, but 

there is no one around to fool, I have no need for it any more, and so I let it fall

 In a haste I undo my jacket and neck tie, whose suffocating feelings it’s beginning to get on my nerves.

 I sigh heavily, leaning against the soft cushions, my gaze falling on a weirdly sewn plush next to my leg.

A bitterness not stranger to me invades my heart as I pick it up.

She said she loved it so much more than any normal one … and yet I couldn’t manage to feel completely happy with it.

 The crooked smile on it makes my heart waver as tears swell in my eyes, rolling softly down my cheeks.

 I ignore the trembling of my arms as I squeeze it gently against my chest, suffocating my sobs in its soft pink fur caressing what should have been its face, with trembling fingers, clutching it as I let its sweet scent invade my nostrils.

 A heavy, shaking sigh escapes my lips as I lower the plus, holding it close to my heart.

I stayed there catching my breath when a glimpse of light caught my attention, flickering on the looking glass eliciting me to follow it. 

 -Who do you see ?

 It’s tone demanding and authoritative, not admitting a shallow reply of sort nor accepting to remain answerless.

And so I do, I let my bleeding heart answer this one while my mind whispers in my head that all I am saying now it’s true and nothing will ever change that.

 -A mediocre fool, the pathetic shadow of a genius, a silly and dumb bother no one wants to deal with, a messy prince and nothing more.

 At that moment I heard the door cracking open, panic settled in my heart.

The options are either her or Cyran, and right now it’s not the ideal moment for either.

Noiselessly I dry my face on my sleeves, hoping, perhaps in vain, to conceal my reddened eyes and puffy cheeks even though I know both of them will see through it because, for as much as I feel to be undeserving of, they care about me.

From my hiding spot, behind my armchair, I spy on the intruder coming dangerously closer, I hold my breath hoping to not be spotted … but in vain.

 “Here you are.” I slide away from my spot, standing up to greet her.

I try to play it as a joke, but my voice sounds so feeble even to my ears, pathetically so.

“Ahahah did you miss me so much my darling?”

“Of course. I checked the whole castle to find you.”

A troubled sensation began to prickle its way to my heart.

I didn’t deserve such attention, I am not worthy of it … and yet it warmed my heart knowing to be so truly loved.

“I missed you too.” My heartfelt confession, that sounded so needy to my ears, seem to please her, strangely so, while a smile so bright to outshine the sun curl her rosy lips.

“You could have picked me up any time, you know that ?”

“I think Sariel would be even stricter with you if I did.”

“Then let him be, after all there will be nothing I would rather do than to be with you when you need me.”

Her words left me speechless, she must have picked up on my mood, but ever thoughtful, she didn’t comment on it.

She really is way too sweet and kind for me, and yet there is no one I will let steal her away from me.

Mindless I lost myself in her hug, tightening my arms around her form, leaning my forehead on her shoulder inhaling her sweet scent, balm on every scar of my battered and bruised heart.

In an instant, before I could register where we were going, she led me in front of the mirror.

The same that tormented me since I entered the room. 

I really wish to protest … in my own way, but the mischievous glimmer in her eyes told me she has a plan of her own, one I am awfully curious to discover.

“Who do you see ?”

I am about to answer her question, but she cut me short.

 “Tell me my wonderful prince, my kind lover, my affectionate gentleman, my astounding genius. Who do you see ?”

 Her words hit home, warming me to the core, over flooding my heart with all the love I have only for her. 

Gently I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug she didn’t shy away to reciprocate.

Reluctantly I slide away, mustering all my courage to turn to look at the once so loathed, looking glass.

I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, and for once I see someone I am proud of.

I greet him with a smile, maybe a bit more crooked but honest and what is taken away from perfection, it is made up in brightness as I stare at our reflection side by side in that shiny golden frame like a portrait I would never get tired of admiring.

It would be impossible and beyond foolish trying to hide the affection swelling in my eyes as I tighten my arm around her waist, feeling her soft purr of delight as she nuzzles into my chest, leaving a tender kiss on my heart, racing wildly only for her, affection I do my best to convey leaving a kiss of my own on her soft curls, gawking in awe at the soft smile curling her lips brightening up her already gorgeous features.

My voice is laced with emotions as I give her the answer she is yearning to hear. 

“Me.”

Her warm sweet voice caressing my skin, melting me to the core, leaving me astounded from the love she is showering me in.

I really don’t know what to do with myself, in a daze I grasp her hand as an anchor amidst the waves of emotions washing over me, keeping it close to my heart.

The gentle touch of her fingers trailing softly on my half unbuttoned shirt sensually sliding to brush over my chest are driving me crazy, but I didn’t mind.

Shamelessly I give in to her desire, indulging in the delicious sensation of my heart racing widely in my chest as she continues to praise me with words sweeter than honey pouring over each crack in my heart, healing it as my scars become but a distant memory.

“The most wonderful man I have ever met.”

My voice becomes hoarse with all the affection overflowing in me, and yet only now I manage to find enough courage to show everything of me to her exactly as I am, paying no mind to the way my hand trembles around hers, smiling as I feel her delicate fingers squeezing it softly.

“The one you successfully stole the heart from.”

I raise her hand in mine brushing my lips on her knuckles in a gallant kiss revelling in the way she giggled at my touch, meeting her bright earnest eyes as she looked up at me

“The one and only one who has stolen mine, but I don't mind, and you ?”

“Not at all.” I smile, brushing my nose with hers, admiring the unbounded happiness shine in her gaze mirror of my own.

“You are bright like a star, I know you can outshine everyone else, so now come here my precious boy and let me bask in your light. You are the true genius, the only one in my eyes.”

Her voice sweet temptation fanning warm on my lips as she gazed straight into my eyes.

“You are the only one my heart desires.”

Unable to wait any longer standing still I melt my lips on hers, hoping to convey all the love and devotion I have for her deep sealed in my heart, savouring every inch of her lips, ravaging her mouth groaning in delight at feeling her eagerly returning my kiss, swallowing her moans as I entwine my tongue with hers.

Gently holding her against me gently curling my fingers on her hips, sighing dreamily at her delicate fingers clutching tightly my shirt, in a vain attempt to stray herself among the unbounded passion enrapturing us in its spires.

Reluctantly, we pulled away, laughing like fools as we looked into each other's eyes, glimmering with happiness with carefree smiles on our lips.

I lean my forehead to hers, wrapping my arm around her as I cup her face in my hand, brushing softly my thumb over her rosy cheeks, gazing in her eyes I lost track of time, but before I could do lose myself too I am at least able to offer her a heartfelt confession of my feelings.

“I love you from the bottom of my heart, my bunny.” 

Her delicate fingers, soft like feathers as they brushed over my swollen lips, tracing my smile at her lovely words. 

“I love you to madness, my leopard.”

 At the sound of a suffused music swirling in the room from the open window a soft smile curl her lips and in an instant I am pulled in an improvised dance, the sweet notes of the piano guiding our waltz around the room, my eyes mirroring the tender affection swirled in that colourful gemstone her eyes were as her soft locks billow around her pretty visage.

In a crescendo of emotions, we reach the sublime height of unconditional love in tune with the climax of that ethereal music that envelops us in our own little world.

 “If only you saw through my eyes you would see what you are to me. ” Her words filled my heart with affection, brushing away all my demons.

“I see it, now you are here with me.” I murmur softly, returning the tender smile she offers me as she looks up at me, reaching to brush her soft fingers on my cheek the same I lean in her hand, smiling at the tenderness of her caress.

I never believed the day would have come when I would have let myself be vulnerable but here we are, my barrier crumbled in ruins scattered all over, while the sun of her acceptance shone brighter than ever straight to my heart beating only for her, my one and only love that broke the lock of my chains setting me free.

“You are a great prince, the best for me. The only one I would never get tired of singing the praise of.”

“Dearie me, this could be a problem. If you begin this challenge, I think I shall begin to gush over you even more everywhere we go.”

“Hahaha. You already do Clavis, a bit more and Sariel will throw the both of us out of the palace.”

“Well, It’s not such a bad fate if we are in it together. What do you think of it, my lovely accomplice ?”

“ I will go to the end of the world with you.”

“You really do know how to make me crazy about you, don’t you ?”

A dreamy sigh escape that sweet lips of hers who never fail to make me smile, as I entwine my fingers with hers basking in the radiance of her smile as she gazed up at me with her gorgeous eyes so full of affection coaxing me to give in to her love …. and so I do.

“I think the same way, my adorable little bunny.” I playfully tap my digit on the tip of her nose, eliciting tingling giggles from her soft lips.

“After all, remember that I have a Kingdom of my own where we could escape.”

“It sounds so romantic … but I bet it would be even better if someone, let’s say the King himself, would change all the locks without giving anyone else the keys.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are ?”

A gaze at her malicious smirk coupled with the sensual allure shining in her eyes enraptured me, eliciting me to satisfy her desire, as if I could ever be capable of breaking off from the spell she put on me. 

“What a delightful idea my love, indeed I have to admit you are more naughty than you seem.”  I brush my fingers sultrily on her lips, seeing a glimmer of lust in her gorgeous gaze, stifling a groan at the playful bite of her teeth on my digit, warmed by her breath.

“I can’t possibly refuse such a tempting offer, can I ? A vacation to spend locked in our palace really does seem like a dream come true.”

With a soft dreamy sigh I feel her nuzzling in my chest, while her fingers begin to play with my buttons sliding them off from their holes, before rubbing her cheek on my skin, peppering little soft kisses on it, making me giggles at her impromptu tickles.

“I can’t wait.”

By the time we finished dancing the sun had already set, normally I would have proceeded to spend part of the night working on my duty … but for her, I will do an exception.

Since she asked me nicely to take care of myself, and get enough sleep, I started to do my best to follow her advice, after all I would never do something, purposefully, to upset her.

The idea of seeing her unhappy makes my blood run cold, freezing with the fear she will give up on me for someone better … like Chevalier.

The mere image of my lover together with him troubles me deeply.

I shook my head to brush away such thoughts, leaning to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at the sight of that bashful smile curling her lips as a light rosy blush spread on her soft cheeks, I offer her a carefree smile as we resume laughing and chatting like old time friends under the soft warm covers of her bed. 

Furthermore, I mentally sign myself a note to buy a comfortable bed before she moves in with me, big enough to room two persons because, in all honesty, I can’t have her sleep on the couch and neither can I deprive myself of the pleasure of drifting asleep next to her and wake up each morning staring at her gorgeous face.

I see her stifling a yawn as she shifts closer to me, looking straight into my eyes like she is ready for some big revelation.

“You need to sleep too.” I can’t help but stifle a giggle at the seriousness in her expression, for real I was expecting something else, but evidently this matter is important enough for her to be ready to give me a lecture if I didn’t listen, and obeyed her.

The thought she cares about me so much makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside, melting me to the core.

Instinctively, I wrap my arms a bit tighter around her little frame, smiling fondly as she cocooned better in my hug.

“I would far prefer looking at my gorgeous lover all night long.” 

I would never admit it to her, but she really is too adorable, in everything she did, even when she pouts at me like that.

“Ahahah dearie me, I see my wonderful fiancée is not thrilled by the idea.”

“Not even one bit.” 

I almost gave up fighting sleep when I heard her slurred voice murmur.

“I feel lonely when you don’t hug me.”

Seriously exactly when I think I am already head over heels for her, she found a way to prove me wrong, at this rate I couldn’t go anywhere without her, and I am sure like she wouldn’t complain about it.

I really underestimate the power my little enchantress had on me.

“Don’t worry, my princess, your prince is here to warm you up, so … you won’t feel lonely any more.” 

With utmost care, I lean my lips reverently on her hair in a tender kiss, conveying in the light brush of my fingers on her cheeks all the love and devotion I feel for her.

My little bunny rabbit, my prank-partner, my lovely fiancée, my princess, my Queen.

In one word, the love of my life.

The only one I would devote my entire life to love.

The only one I would have done everything to see her smile

The only one I would have crafted any prank to see laugh ever so mirthfully.

The only one I would have spared no effort to make the happiest girl that there ever was.

In one word, my only one.

Unaware of the hour I stand there bathing in my love soaked bliss, admiring her gorgeous features shine as an ever graceful smile curls her soft lips, strangely so I can’t bear to stay away from her for even a moment.

It really is incredible the effects she has on me, it could be an interesting subject of study.

My coherent thoughts scatter to the four winds as I wrap my arms around her, leaning to leave a gentle kiss on her forehead, ready to join her in our dreamland.

“Good night, my princess.”

“Good night my leopard.”

Our tale would have continued on, those of a leopard that fell in love with a bunny, to show no matter the appearance lovers destined to be will always find a way to get together, to craft a story worthy to be in a book, only our to be written with the magic power of love.

[candied-boys]

Blarf. I've felt so off the last few days.

So here are silly head canons for a few of the princes looking after you

Warning: uh sicky, owie, :(

Gn reader, sfw, comfort and fluff and a little angst because Licht

I can't tell if it's a touch of food poisoning or just my ghost period (thanks to great birth control there's no anemia inducing blood loss anymore - only random cramps and fevers and so on! Hurray?). Maybe it's both. Anyway I feel like garbage so...

Jin - upset tummy

"Feels better, right?" he smiles down tenderly at you as you nod.

Something about his big, warm palm rubbing slow circles across your stomach over and over is oddly soothing. You thought it might make you feel worse since the last thing you wanted was any pressure on your already twisted belly, but it really does seem to be helping.

"My mother always used to do this for me when I'd make myself sick eating too much candy."

Just the thought of how much candy he eats now and how much more he would have had to have eaten to make himself sick as a kid makes you queasy, but you're quickly brought back to comfort by the low timber of his voice as he repeats the same chant his mother once did for him.

"Gentle hands are medicine..." 🎶

*the original in Korean is "mommy's hands are medicine" (엄마손은 약손) so I changed it to match.

Licht - a fever

Injury on the battlefield doesn't phase him, but seeing you bedridden with a fever makes him feel so helpless that he makes himself sick with worry. Even with the doctors assuring him that you'll be fine once the fever breaks and Clavis sourcing the best medicine for you, Licht is still a complete wreck.

He doesn't sleep, eat, or even move from your side. He just sits there next to your bed, changing the cool towel on your forehead every 20 minutes like clockwork, making sure you take your medicine twice a day, and helping you take sips of water each time you wake up. In the moments where you're sleeping and he's left with nothing to do but fret, he sings his mother's lullabies for you.

Your smile when you finally wake up feeling better is enough to make any amount of suffering worth it for him. Even suffering your harsh scolding.

Luke - Headache

It hurts. It hurts so much, but it hurts less and less each time his strong hands knead the knots out of your shoulders.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" you whimper and tense when his thumb rolls over a particularly sensitive spot.

"I know, I know," he murmurs and kisses your head. "Ya got so many knots though. I don't think it's just last night ya slept funny. It's gotta be all them books you're carrying around with ya all the time or something. There's no way ya got this tense in one day."

He's not wrong. But you're stubborn and won't let other people carry things for you. And maybe that cross bag you take into town isn't doing you any favours either... And maybe binge reading that new book while hunched up against the bedframe wasn't the best posture... And you should probably be doing those stretches every night but you're just so tired when you fall into bed... And... maybe you're just not 19 anymore......

But maybe it's not weak or selfish to give in to being cared for if it makes the person who loves you happier.

"Thanks, Luke..." you mumble and wince with pain as you tilt your neck to add a little resistance.

"My pleasure," he answers and wraps you in a gentle hug.

I have thoughts for more, but I'm sicky so not today :(

Lovely banner by @/cafekitsune

[klutzyroses]

Can i have request about ikemen prince+the three dude with a short and quite fem!mc please?

So this took some time because I don't play IkePri very often so apologies for that! Also, I assume that by "+three" you mean Keith, Gilbert and Silvio? Either way, enjoy!

IkePri HCs: Short, Quiet S/O

How do they react to a reserved and tiny s/o?

Suitors: Yves, Luke, Gilbert, Keith Silvio

Yves

S...she's so....why is she so-why?!

He physically cannot comprehend why she is so petite and so...adorable!

There is nobody who would understand the pains of being the small one, and he always resented how his brothers treated him because of it, but now he understands...

She is criminally darling. Offensively darling. Even more so because she is so reserved and keeps to herself...

And that's why he finds himself often fretting and fussing over her wellbeing and who was around her.

He especially does not want fiends like Clavis and Nokto being anywhere near her sweetness. Lest they corrupt her.

He will very much deem himself responsible for her safety, even if he wouldn't admit it to save his life.

Luke

Wow...that's a really small girl...

Being the massive bear of a man he is, he would think of her as a little teddy to be protected and cuddled.

She is very cute to him, cute enough to eat and he will not hesitate to tell her that point blank, resulting in a flurry of blushes and stunned looks.

When he stands by her, it's very easy to remember that she could easily climb him like a tree if she wanted, and he probably wouldn't even notice. It'd be more likely he could walk freely while she rode his back without issue.

His charms would also increase tenfold, at least in her eyes because she was so sweetly shy and he would love nothing more than to put her at ease.

He will often get her to lay down and just relax far away from her strenuous duties, from anyone who makes her nervous and reserved, and will make her feel as comfortable as possible.

And, if she would like, she could use him as a really...really....really big pillow. With her petite size, she may actually be able to have him pass as a bed...

Gilbert

Ah, what charming little rabbit she is~

The tiny young woman is in for some torment, sorry. He cannot leave her alone.

It's her own fault for being so cute and little. It's not his fault she was so irresistible.

Especially since she is so timid and sweet.

How he loved to intimidate and fluster her, just to see how she would react under his red gaze.

She was intoxicating to watch, her soft cheeks blooming red as the roses of Rhodolite, her gorgeous eyes averting from his crimson one to watch the floor instead.

He finds himself lifting her gaze back to him, caressing her lower lip with a gloved finger as he offers an indulgent smile, greatly enjoying watching the shy maiden squirm.

How he would love to watch that small body of hers squirm under different circumstances...

Keith

Do...women come in such sizes? How old is she...?

He is actually a little taken aback by the slight stature of the woman, especially since he is such a tall man. The height difference was rather uncanny actually...

He is very considerate and polite to her, always offering to get things she could not reach herself, walking at her pace so he didn't leave her behind.

He can't help but feel that she is fragile as well. She looked so tiny, so breakable...Maybe he could-

No, no he musn't think such thoughts...

He can very much relate to her timidity. That makes it so much easier to speak to her actually...if he can get over his own sweet shyness.

He can't help but be so gentle and tender with her, treating her like a porcelain doll. She is such a beautiful, little lady, he fears he could break her if he didn't handle her correctly.

Silvio

Ha! Such a tiny little woman. She looks like a kid.

He would be making so much fun of her, anything he says to her will reference her height. Most would vary from teasing to borderline hurtful.

It really wouldn't help that she is quiet as well. Now he has the excuse to call her a mouse as well. Oh joy.

She only has herself to blame, with that tiny, delicate body of hers, her pretty blushes and pouts, looking so cute and huggable and...

It's not that he thinks she's cute or anything! Nothing like that! It was just amusing to make fun of her...that's all it is!

He will scalp anyone who dares imply otherwise. He has no feelings of endearment for that tiny woman whatsoever...none!

He will deny with all his being and his strength that he imagines walking around with her tucked safely under his cape. sometimes...

🌸

[violettduchess]

can you describe your favorite body parts of Chevalier, Clavis, Gilbert and Keith

A/N: Here you are, anon. This was an interesting one to think about.

Word Count: 878

Chevalier: Hands

His hands are beautiful. A perfect balance of elegance and power. Hands that as easily grip the pommel of a sword as a black-feathered quill, and both with the same fierce intensity. His fingers are long and shapely, their form belying the strength and agility they possess. Those fingers touch the delicate pages of ancient tomes as well as modern treatises, meticulously careful, reverent even. They smooth down the edges of rich parchment as he writes in his neat, slanted lettering, not a drop of ink wasted. Not a word too much or too little. They are the second most important tool in Chevalier’s arsenal behind the majesty of his mind. 

You love those hands because you know another side to them. The side that isn’t perfect or controlled. You know fingers that can be clumsy in their show of affection. Hands that hesitate before touching, uncertainty wrapped around his fingers like rings. But you love them because they are genuine and real. And once they touch your body, they are hands that are unafraid to seek out what makes you tremble. What makes you fall apart in his arms. What makes you shake with his name on your lips. 

Clavis: Eyes

His eyes are pools of gold whose shimmer and shine hide the true depth of his soul. You’ve seen them sparkle like gold dust when he is planning something, a window into the sunshine of his mind. He burns bright when he is truly delighted, when he has come up with a plan he is proud of. That golden gleam has sent many in the palace running, at most afraid, at least uncomfortable. That shine can’t mean anything good, they think. But you would rather see the shine of mischief over the dull, burnished gold of pain that can flash in them when he clashes with his brother, that figure that looms larger than a deity in his life. Chevalier can snuff out the light in Clavis’s eyes with a look, or light the fires of determination with a word, a fire that burns on the edge of control. 

But for you, and only for you, those golden eyes grow soft, tenderness interwoven with vulnerability. With a touch, you can bring back their light, the bright and beautiful Aurelian gaze that looks at you with grace and gratitude, love and disbelief. Yes, Clavis, you are worthy of love and you want nothing more than for him to see all that he offers is reflected back at him in your own gaze. 

And when you want to show him, to prove to him bodily how much he means to you, then those whiskey-colored eyes ignite with a different sort of fire and burn bright with yearning.

Keith: Shoulders

Keith’s shoulders are wide and strong. A sanctuary where you can lay your weary head and forget the day’s burdens. A place of comfort, of protection. They shield you from the wicked, from the things in this world that snarl and claw and hiss. They are your fortress. Curled up against him, they shield you like angels’ wings, a barrier to everything that could hurt. When you stand behind him, they are a wall. When you are wrapped in his arms, they are a shelter. And when they are bare, you skim the palms of your hands across them, enamored of their breadth, the sublime curve of muscle and sinew. Your fingers find every small dip, every indentation. And sometimes they bite, nails sinking into those muscles, marking him with the evidence of your desire for him.

Yes, those shoulders are safety and security. Until they turn cold. Until the line of them is rigid and unyielding with tension. Until they go from shelter to barricade, keeping you away, holding you at a distance from those too-clever, malevolent golden eyes, the ones that now look at you like you are prey instead of partner. The power in them now does not inspire admiration, but apprehension. Uneasiness. Fear. 

Gilbert: Mouth

That mouth. That beautiful, dangerous, talented mouth. The one whose smile is a thousand shades of silver. The one that can be sickle-sharp and glacier-smooth at the same time. The one that can spin lethal poison into nectar, threats into effervescent bubbles, sentencing into a whimsical communiqué. Soft words that carry grievous consequences pass through comely lips that always seem to be on the verge of a sharp smile. Gilbert may possess an armory of smiles, but there is one there that is reserved for you. The one that is softer, gentler. The one that reaches the red of his eye, illuminating the vivid cerise like a votive candle in a cathedral. 

You know the taste of that mouth. The cool bite, the wild storm. Those lips can be soft. They can baptize your warm skin with kisses like snowflakes. They can send your pulse into a flurry and freeze the very air in your lungs, all of you locked in an icy cage of longing. And those lips can part, baring sharp, white teeth that savor the feel of your body and leave a wanton trail of rose-red marks in their wake. 

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[cloudcountry]

assigning the ikepri characters love languages with my very limited knowledge of their characters because i thought it would be fun PART TWO

(part one: ikevamp)

sariel had me stumped for like twenty minutes HELP!!! i literally have no idea but uhhhhh hm. acts of service maybe. BUT ALSO WORDS OF AFFIRMATION but not in the cheesy way, in the way where he likes praising mc when she does something well C:

nokto seems like he’d be really touchy or just praise the people he cares about a lot. i’m leaning more towards praise, so words of affirmation? but honestly this man is an enigma i don’t understand HELP

leon is so physical touch coded...i am not sure what it is. he just seems like such a sweetheart that would love holding his lover and swinging them around and touching them in any way he could. very tender vibes :((( he seems so kind.

chevalier.....HMMM CHEVIE..............maybe quality time??? since he doesn't really seem to find other people all that interesting or like spending time with them. since he likes spending time alone, his time might be precious to him and sharing it with his lover could be a big deal. idk HELP

licht is a hard one but i guess physical touch? maybe? but im also getting an acts of service vibe. i know literally nothing about him though except for the fact that his route is really really sad.

clavis has the unfortunate love language of making you horrendous food (okay so yes i might have looked through my friend’s playthrough of him but that means NOTHING okay i still don’t know anything about him SHHHH) ANYWAYS an actual love language...physical touch maybe? i remember seeing somewhere that he's a leg man LMAO

rio is NOT debatable. he is words of affirmation. but yk, whatever love language you want him to have he will have. but seriously just from the prologue alone i’m convinced if words of affirmation had a definition it would just be his face.

jin seems like he would be all for physical touch!! i feel like he's one for words of affirmations too but i think he’d like holding his partner...kinda like leon but with less puppy dog energy???

yves seems like he loves giving quality time!! i’ve played a little bit of his route so obviously i know a bit more about him than i do the others right now but he takes time out of his day to make sure the mc is comfortable. just spending time with them is enough and i think that’s so sweet :C

luke is kinda tough too but i think he’d appreciate quality time? he seems to like being alone for the most part and honestly i can picture him just spending time with his lover whenever he can. he’s another one that seems really sweet honestly :C

gilbert’s love language is killing people for you /j but um actually i think maybe. quality time? vio HELP. i think he likes reading so maybe reading w him in the library. i dunno he’s got me stumped.

keith seems so sweet :(( um i think!! words of affirmation!! he seems like someone that would think he might hurt you if he touched you, so physical touch doesn’t feel right to me. he does seem like the type to whisper a soft “i love you” or hold pinkies.

silvio screams gift giving and i don’t know if this is because nobody else has given me gift giving vibes or because he seems like a rich brat type BUT. gift giving methinks. he jingles and jangles and maybe you should jingle and jangle with him

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. Chapter 6

MC follows Gilbert. The beautiful hallway of the palace is stained scarlet by the setting sun. It seems to her that the hall is drenched in blood.

Gilbert calls out to her. He looks at her suspiciously.

Gilbert: Is there something you want to tell me?

The heroine wants to tell him nothing.

With a chuckle, the prince led the girl on. He quickened his pace.

She couldn't catch up with him. Her sore leg began to hurt.

Realizing that he hates lies, MC chooses her words as carefully as possible.

MC: Prince Gilbert... I'm tired.

Gilbert: Then I'll carry you.

☆Fun fact☆: Gilbert uses the word 抱っこ - dakko - carrying a baby in one's arms; carrying a pet in one's arms, child's hug.

(That was the goal!?)

She refuses.

Gilbert: You never learn, do you?

Gilbert: Which do you prefer: voluntarily let you be carried or forced?

The heroine says it would be embarrassing. Gil notices that when she doesn't like something, she gets funny/reacts funny.

In spite of his slender build, he easily lifted MC up.

Gilbert: If it bothers you, I'll kill anyone, so everything will be fine.

Gilbert: I'll drop you if you act aggressive, isn't that what you're trying to do?

His words are serious, and she stopped resisting.

(I wonder if that's one way to isolate me, too.)

Gil asks the girl to hold his cane. It was a heavy cane.

The prince brags with a smile that he sometimes hits people with it.

MC inspects the cane and asks if there is anything built into it.

Gilbert grins and says it is a secret.

The girl immediately thinks of letting Chevalier know.

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The garden

Gilbert carried the heroine into the garden. There she saw Chevalier standing in the middle of a pool of blood. The dead man was being carried away by knights.

And the Second Prince was covered in blood.

The girl covered her mouth with her hand.

Gilbert: Miss Bunny, is everything all right?

The girl can barely get the words out of her mouth. Gilbert suggests that she stay and not come any closer to this "filth."

(Prince Gilbert seems used to it.)

Gilbert puts his arm around her.

???: Here's the thing, Gilbert. Aren't you making too much fun of our little bunny?

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Clavis came out of the gazebo.

Gilbert explains that Miss Bunny really wanted to see Chevalier and he agreed to help her.

Clavis: And how did you know where my brother was?

Gilbert: Because I recently saw Chevalier.

Meanwhile, Chevie nonchalantly wipes his bloody sword and puts it in its scabbard.

MC wants to understand what happened.

Clavis tells him that it's no big deal, it's just fun/play. His brother is a genius who likes to pick fights.

The girl, though shocked, realizes that the corpse was once an assassin.

Gilbert replies that Chevalier has long had no reaction to murder.

(Neither does Prince Gilbert...)

Chevalier looks shrilly at the girl.

She replies that she will talk to him later, since he is busy.

The prince lost interest in everything and walked away. His back was also covered in blood.

It wasn't the sight itself that shocked the girl more, but the fact that Chevalier didn't react in any way.

MC: No one has the right to kill people.

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She breathes shallowly to inhale less of the smell of blood, and Clavis stands in front of her to block her view.

Clavis: I owe you an apology for showing the young lady something I shouldn't. ...Cyril.

The man who was doing the "cleaning" approached Clavis.

He was a knight with bright red hair and wore a leopard emblem on his chest.

Clavis tries to distract the enemy prince with dinner.

Gilbert: No way, are you going to separate me and Miss Bunny?

Clavis: Oh. You're not exactly conducive to comforting a broken-hearted young lady. ....No, you're too much.

Clavis: The young lady would be more than happy to be alone with me, wouldn't she?

Gilbert: That's not true. You'd be so sad to be separated from me, you'd cry.

(Perhaps... Mr. Clavis has something to tell me.)

Choice:

1. go and enjoy your dinner.

2. I'm not alone, so it's okay. ✔

3. I'm lonely, but I'm okay

MC: I'm not alone, so it's okay.

Gilbert: Do you know the word "flattery"?

MC: I think Prince Gilbert would hate me if I said something I didn't mean.

Gilbert: Hmm...you're right. You are clever.

Gilbert: Okay. I don't know what evil Clavis is up to, but I'm hungry.

Gilbert: I'm going to torment your knight and blind him, so get the little hare back as soon as possible, okay?

Cyril: ....Goodbye, my peace of mind.

Gilbert finally puts the girl down.

But before he leaves, he says that Clavis is more dangerous than he is.

(I don't think there's anyone more dangerous than Prince Gilbert.)

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Clavis took her to the pond. Clavis was no longer smiling. This made MC nervous.

Clavis: I want to ask you, seeing this scene...

In her mind there was an immediate assumption: she would be asked to keep quiet or tell the other princes everything.

Clavis walked around the tree and returned with something in his hands.

The heroine confused...

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Now they're digging holes... Her heart aches at the way the beautiful garden is being destroyed.

Clavis asks if the heroine can hear him. He gets an affirmative answer.

Clavis: Really? Since you didn't answer, I thought you were fainting while standing still, ha ha!

What do they dig holes for? For traps, proudly replies the prince.

Hearing this, MC wants to leave this strange occupation behind.

Clavis agitatedly asks her not to drop the spade.

She doesn't feel like digging, she feels like crying.

Clavis: It's a special trap that the fate of the nation depends on, you know?

MC: I don't want to participate in creating a trap where our lives are at stake.

Clavis: Haha, listen to the end. Falling into this pit is a disaster for the whole world.

MC: Is this a diplomatic issue?

Clavis smiles, diligently digging a hole and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The prince remarked that this would be his prank, not as serious as this incident of that man [Gilbert] setting people up.

In Clavis' opinion, Gilbert set the whole thing up.

Clavis: This man has wanted to kill our Chevalier for a long time.

Clavis: Because it's a threat. Chevalier is responsible for most of our country's defense.

*And a long explanation of how good the Chevie was. Anyway, without Chevie, they would have been... fuc... screwed... They would be in trouble.*

But Gilbert is known for never losing. But Chevalier is alive... It turns out that...

Clavis calls her a "smart" woman.

Chevalier and Gilbert are both geniuses. Even in a senseless murder there is some purpose. It's hard to compare them to ordinary people, so when dealing with geniuses, you have to be careful.

After this speech, Clavis picked up the spade that MC had placed on the ground and held it out to her.

Like Yves, Clavis worries about her, too. As cold as the world is around the heroine princes on her side.

Her hands stopped shaking. Clavis' smile grew wider.

For his help, the girl agreed to do "a little" digging.

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MC: Mr. Clavis, why do you think Prince Gilbert showed me Prince Chevalier?

Clavis: Is he jealous? You and Chevalier are good friends, haha!

She remembered Yves' words. Maybe this is Gil's way of trying to isolate her even more?

(At this rate, I'm probably going to get stomped by malice.)

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This is such a ridiculous situation 😆👇

Evening...

Clavis and MC are sitting near their creation - the deep hole they dug.

Gilbert, on his way back from dinner, has fallen into the hole.

Instead of getting angry, he remembered that he had heard from an acquaintance that this kind of sitting is called "kneeling on the ground."

(Prince Gilbert...however, happily jumped into the pit).

Cyril took the prince to Clavis and MC, and hid himself in the bushes to watch the obsidian prince.

However, Prince Gilbert, known as the ever-victorious Marshal, couldn't help but notice the trap.

The image of him jumping into the pit with a cheerful smile and a spectacular landing was imprinted in her brain as a trauma.

Clavis: I was surprised you couldn't take a joke like that. You're so narrow-minded.

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Gil asks how MC is feeling, does her leg hurt?

Gilbert: I'll carry you... Okay?

She didn't have the energy to argue. Her leg really did hurt.

Taking MC in his arms, he entrusted her with the cane. She squeezed it tightly.

Clavis: Heh... You really want to hold MC, don't you?

Gilbert: It's a great way to show how close friends we are.

Clavis thinks Gilbert doesn't need to show off.

Clavis: I hear you're madly in love with MC.

Gilbert: Haha, I'm embarrassed to say I'm in love.

(...Although deep down I don't think so.)

In exchange for Gil getting trapped by Clavis, he wants to ask a favor.

Gilbert: Can I get an invitation to a party for two... no, for three?

Clavis tensed up because the prince had asked for three invitations to a secret party.

But Clavis quickly pulled himself together; now Gilbert is a special guest.

For some reason, the heroine gets goosebumps running down her body with a bad feeling.

Gil invites Miss Bunny.

Gilbert: You want to know who sent the assassins to Chevalier?

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Gilbert's Masterlist

[nightghoul381]

|ω･)ﾉ👉👈 could i get some fluffy comfort pwetty pweaseeee(´,,•ω•,,)♡ mm, mc/emma is just… having a bad few weeks and it all piled on top of her and beat her down a lil, she's lost all confidence in herself, in her ability, and her looks ._. she lost her sparkle and her bounce so… silvio being silvio and trying to give her her sparkle baaack ;u; either pov is good!! ;uuuu;

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Silvio Ricci x Reader Hurt/Comfort + Fluff WC: 1.1k

It seemed that everything you’d been doing recently was destined to be a disappointment. The paperwork you’d done: riddled with mistakes. The event that you were planning: A complete mess after three different vendors cancelled. Even your cooking seemed to be nothing more than a Clavis-esque conglomeration of ingredients.

After so many repeated failures, you could feel your confidence slipping. It had been hard coming to Benitoite; the culture was so drastically different from Rhodolite, and to say you had been feeling out of place would be an understatement. You’d managed to get through the first couple of months easily enough since Rio and Silvio had rarely left your side, but life goes on and responsibilities piled onto both of them relentlessly, leaving little room to cater to you any longer.

You’d hardly seen either of them this past week: Silvio out on a voyage and Rio up to his ears in fixing a collection of trade agreements. You know it doesn’t help to feel sorry for yourself, but you couldn’t seem to stem the rushing tide of negative, self-deprecating thoughts that flooded your brain.

Even now, as you sit staring out over the sea from the balcony you couldn’t seem to shake the dark cloud hanging over you to truly enjoy the beautiful colors of the sunset. You let your head drop into your hands, heaving a heavy sigh.

You hear the sound of the door bursting open, followed by the obvious jangling of your fiancé as he strides into the room. At first you feel a brief rush of excitement that is devoured by the shame you’d been burying yourself with all day.

“Okay, what the hell happened?” Silvio barks, flopping onto the sofa beside you.

You curl in further to yourself, trying to become smaller, but of course Silvio isn’t going to accept that. He pulls you into his lap, turning you to face him.

“Ya gonna tell me why you didn’t run up to greet me like an excited puppy? Something obviously musta happened or you’d be bouncing all over the place and yappin’ my ear off.” He grumbles, pulling your hands away from your face.

When he sees your forlorn, defeated expression, his gaze softens.

“That’s the last time I leave you under the watch of that damned dog.” The statement is meant to be inaudible, but he can’t hide the growl in his throat.

“Come on, tell me what’s goin’ on,” he whispers, tilting your chin to force you to look at him. Staring into his sea-blue irises sends warmth through your body, but you still feel like opening your mouth would only make him more upset.

“…it’s nothing.” You whisper, leaning into his shoulder and taking in his familiar spicy scent.

“Bullshit.”

He shuffles around, pushing you back so that you can’t hide from his piercing gaze.

“Talk to me.” The deep frown on his face pulls at your heart and you finally let out a sigh.

“It’s just been a rough week, is all,” you admit, forcing an unconvincing smile. You lean in to give him a kiss and he puts a hand on your forehead, pushing you back again.

“That ain’t gonna cut it, you’ve had rough weeks before and they don’t have ya lookin’ like that,” he scoffed. His eyebrows quirk up in question and you feel your heart sink.

You swallow, feeling the emotions you’d been bottling up for the past few weeks bubbling to the surface. The gentle kiss to your forehead causes the dam to burst.

“I… I can’t seem to do anything right…” You feel your voice catch, “Everything I’ve done for so long just falls apart and I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me? Why can’t do anything myself without completely messing it up.” You feel your eyes stinging with tears at the admission. A shaky breath escapes your lips and suddenly you’re falling backward.

As your back hits the couch, you see Silvio leaning over you. He threads his fingers through yours and squeezes tightly.

“You ain’t supposed to be thinkin’ like that dammit. How do you not see how amazing you are?” He says, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, so gentle and full of love, your chest aches.

“One of the things I love most about you is how you try so fuckin’ hard all the time and put your all into everything you do. I get that since stuff’s been fallin’ apart, it probably does hurt more for you. You take everything so seriously. But you don’t need to blame yourself. You came into royalty outta nowhere. No ordinary woman would be able to handle the ridiculous work load without cracking. No other person I can think of would be able to do what you’ve done.”

Letting out a long sigh, Silvio reaches up and strokes your cheek with his thumb, staring deeply into your eyes.

“What I’m tryin’ to say is… if you’re feeling like nothing’s going right…remember that you’re my favorite person in the whole world and I can’t have you thinking bad stuff about her, okay?”

The earnest passion in his voice twists your heart and you’re unable to hold back the tears.

“Aahhh shit! That wasn’t supposed to make you cry!” He mutters, sitting back on his knees, running his hand through his hair. He hops up, beginning to pace anxiously.

It takes you a moment to regain your composure, but soon you’re standing and just as he turns back to face you, you throw yourself into Silvio’s arms.

“What the—”

You cut his response off with an aggressive kiss. When you finally release his lips, you hold Silvio’s face in your hands and looking him directly in the eye.

“Thank you, Silvio,” you whisper.

“You’re so damn confusing.” He murmurs, a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth before he leans down and captures your mouth in another kiss.

You’re not really sure how, but his less than eloquent reassurances are able to soothe your worried mind more than anything else ever could.

The rest of the evening passes with the warmest of snuggles and the sweetest of words shared just between the two of you.

The next morning you wake in his arms, his vibrant gaze rested on your face. The tender love you can see in those deep oceanic pools brings another wave of affection rushing through you and you pull him into a brief kiss.

“You back to being you?” He asks with a chuckle as you part.

You nod, smiling happily at him.

“Good.”

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[midwinterrmemento]

Hi everyone!!

After being quite inactive recently, I am hoping to get back into the habit of writing more regularly, and currently I'm turning my attention back to some old half-written fics that have been sitting in my drafts for ages. If you happen to be scrolling by this post, it would really help me to know which of these stories (if any) you might like to see first!

Because of the word-count limit, I can't explain all the details in the poll, so I'll write them out here:

(IkeVamp) Napoleon hurt/comfort, wherein Napo is the one being hurt/comforted, as he is still struggling to come to terms with his vampirism but constantly reminded of his lost humanity

(IkeRev) Blanc fluff, wherein Oliver is his begrudging wingman, trying to get him and Alice to just confess to each other already because he's annoyed with the mutual pining

(IkePri) Gilbert x Reader who is his knight/attendant, essentially what Cyran is to Clavis (commiserating with Cyran from afar lol)

There are also a couple of AUs I had been putting some thought into:

(IkeRev) AU where Zero was never allowed to join the Red Army, but the Black Army took him in instead, and exploring what that would look like for him

(IkeVamp) AU where the Duke of Wellington is the one who lives in the mansion with MC and the others, and Napoleon is the one who is revived by Vlad and has his mind twisted (very angsty, but Wellington gets to experience peace for a minute)

I am hoping (~hoping~) to get around to all of them eventually, but I would love to know if there is an interest in any of these ideas! I could also post the little pieces of these fics I have already written to test the waters :)

[lorei-writes]

Loreeeeeeeei~ Congrats on 1k followers!! I'm so proud of you 🥺💜

As for the RQs... look, I'll try not to make 3 for Clavis, but I won't make any promises 🙈

So, what about Clavis + kisses + fluff/comfort 🙈💜

Love you and thank you 😊💜

You know I'd never stay around here for so long without you and all my other friends <3 Thank you for always being a source of good advice and support ;--; <3

I think I've leaned into comfort? It's a little bitter-sweet, perhaps with a little bit of hot sauce.

»All the things we choose to share«

Clavis x Reader Fluff/Comfort ~500 words Content Warnings: none

Scent of Lavender

You smelled of lavender; of broken promises, of things seemingly innate and common sense that were betrayed. You smelled of invisible scars, of marigolds, of unsafe safety, of willow’s cries and endless fields. Of edelweiss, of its persistence and devotion, of sunflowers’ golden warmth. You were a bouquet of emotion and experience.

His goldenrod.

His good fortune.

Clavis’ back hit the ground, your arms and his will both pushing against the ill-natured inertia. Soft grass tickled at your calves as you pinned him down, violet hair strewn around his head in periwinkle halo. Horses neighed at the distance.

You didn’t care.

Why should you?

“Hey —” Clavis whispered, his lips barely parting for the sound to sieve through. It was irrelevant, you assumed, or perhaps it was both irrelevant and necessary to say something in this situation. To resist you despite his obedience, to disobey you in face of attraction… To dominate rather than be dominated, to state his purpose, to perform, to smile, to —

But he did not want to.

Your fingers interlaced, his grip on you strengthened. Clavis stared at you from below, golden irises drinking in your incandescent glory. Setting sun crowned your hair with copper wire coils, painted you in shadows, its death your scorching resurrection and your lips a piece of flint. You smiled, released him… Caressed his cheek. Delicate. Smouldering. Tender. Branding. All that he had ever wanted. His.

“Yes?” you asked, part for yourself, your selfish desire to hear him say it, part for his own sake.

“Do with me as you please.”

“Anything?” you coaxed.

“Anything.” A shiver zapped through Clavis, lightning spilling from your fingertips as you caressed his neck, your nails grazing his Adam’s apple. “I’m yours, my dearest darling.”

Yours.

Hypnotiser hypnotised, you set his skin aflame at his own request. You sucked at the side of his neck, bruising him with you attention, your mark growing just above the collar of his shirt. He would not be able to cover it with innocently white linen, would not conceal it underneath a similarly purple cravat. Clavis was yours and it was for others to see. Utterly intoxicated, you shifted your grip, your hands sliding to his wrists.

“You asked for this,” you remind him, clinging onto the last of your reason.

“I did. Show me how much you love me, my hmm —”

You stole the words from his lips, utterly voracious of anything that he had to give, generous in your own care. The grass around you swayed, honeyed scent of nectar dissolving in the early evening dew. Yet Clavis was sweeter, unparalleled in the heaving of his chest and the jerking of his hips, growing all the more saccharine as your tongue slipped into his mouth and whetted his need. You slid your fingers through his hair, allowed him to embrace you… saw your world turn upside-down from the safety of his arms.

You smelled of lavender, of broken promises and grief, of disappointment and cold hurt. You were the marigolds and he was your ivy, ramping, coiling over any of your broken parts. Your lotus, your rebirth, your angelica-inspiration… Your love, and you did pull him down, the both of you blooming together under the starlit skies.

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[yarnnerdally]

So. I've been on tumblr dot com for a long time. LONG time. And yes, my overall follower count is like 700 something, but I'm most proud of the one's I've gained in the past year or so. I had been on Tumblr very sparingly between the end of 2018 (mostly fanblogging for My Hero Academia) and then... I re-found the Ikémen games (And Hypnosis Microphone and now TWST) and then the fandom thanks to one of my dear irl friends. We indulged in the games. I dove head-first into fanfiction of my new loves. We cosplayed Seth Hyde and Alice the Second. I've written fanfic, I've cried over routes (NOKTO. LICHT. LUKE. HOW DARE). I've met absolutely incredible friends that inspire me every day. Knowing there are 101 people out there that have followed me for my fandom shenanigans and writing absolutely blows my mind. I love my creative outlets and I love being able to share them with you. Knowing y'all put up with me and how I have so SO many wips is even more inspiring. In honor of my lovelies, I've made this lovely lists of asks/hcs for you to ask about! My faves, your faves, it doesn't matter. I will be completely transparent in the fact that my faves will honestly get a little more attention because. Well. They're my faves. Without further ado:

Their unconventional pet peeves | Masamune | Chevalier |

Coffee shop AU hcs | Mozart |

Tattoo/Florist hcs | Clavis |

"Cake is definitely a form of self-care" | Napoleon | Luke |

Homecoming | Jin | Shakespeare |

Remembering | Nokto |

Telepathy | Nokto |

Space!

So. The way this will go: All req's will be SFW. Request one suitor and one prompt. I have a couple ideas in particular for some prompts, but add whether you'd like fluff, angst, or hurt/comfort. An example: "Hello! I'd like to request Sariel + Telepathy + Fluff." See here for fandoms I write for and characters that I do not write for. I will be taking two or three suitors for each prompt, and no more than 2 drabbles/hcs for any one character. Multiple asks are allowed. I will be taking 3 per person. I was going to do 2 but in the instance something is taken, I want to make sure my followers do get what they want. Please try and put them in separate asks.

Thank you, all, for making my time here so far a joy. You all mean the world to me.

[feathers-nest]

First fic I'm posting directly to this new separate blog.

I still need more practice writing for Prince and this is also my first time attempting to write Clavis, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to try a new suitor.

This will likely be the start of a series of fics, not exactly in chronological order and most of them able to sand alone, of a Magic/Fantasy AU with Water Dragon!Readerx Clavis, inspired by the following event and my slight obsession with magical or non-human characters (is the lack of it why I struggle a little with Prince although I want to write more for it?).

This part was written for:

By @violettduchess

Did I even finish it in time?

The event's prompt being Water and it turned to be the basis of the whole series more so than this specific fic as I didn't have the time to work on the first idea I had.

Series Maserlist // Main Masterlist // Read on AO3

“We could…” Clavis started to suggest, watching the streams of water in the air that dripped over the garden’s plants.

“No.” You interrupted your lover, trying to walk away, but he followed.

You were trying to water the plants that morning - gardening was a good hobby and a good use and training for your newfound powers - when he had approached you.

“What about…”

“No!”

“But it would be interesting, wouldn’t it? And it’s not like anyone would get hurt.”

By his tone of voice, he found your frustration as amusing as whatever ideas he had. Not that you were exactly frustrated, you just wanted him to believe you were.

You finally spun around, looking him in the eyes.

“Clavis, I love you, I go along with a lot of things” both because it was difficult not to let him drag you around and because you were willing to indulge him, “but I will not use my powers to help you on your pranks.” You kissed him, smiling softly.

Ever since you found out your family wasn’t completely human, and that you had water powers, Clavis had been trying to convince you to join him in his pranks. You had no plans to give in, but even you found it amusing to see him try.

“Is this a challenge, my dear?”

“Not at all. I wouldn’t dare challenge you. But you know I’m not comfortable using my powers in such a way, and I know that, although you insist, you wouldn’t force me to.”

“Not comfortable? What about what I saw yesterday with Emma and Linet?”

“It’s different between us. A ladies game. Why do you want me to help you so badly?”

“Is it that strange that I would like to share some fun moments with my lover? You already work so hard, I thought of making your training more interesting.”

In other words, he wanted more time with you. You were surprised, but so touched.

It was true that you had been busier since you discovered these powers, but it had been because of him, too.

“Thank you, Clavis.” You kissed his cheek and held his hand. “Sorry I have been busy, but you don’t need to go that far. I actually wanted to get better at controlling my powers to avoid an incident like last week.”

“So getting me all wet was an accident? I thought it was your way to come on to me.”

“And I was so torn between laughing and staring at how hot you looked all drenched that I just let you think so. But it was an incident. You surprised me and my powers burst out. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, but I wanted that to happen. A small sacrifice to cheer my lover up.”

“Sure.”

You chuckled and stepped closer to him again, but stopped when you felt water dripping into you, freezing when you realized you had gotten distracted when using your powers. The water streams had spread, creating a soft drizzle in the whole garden.

You panicked and tried to retreat them, but when Clavis touched you out of nowhere you nearly jumped and the water burst in all directions, drenching both of you, and by the cries you heard in the background, caught someone else too.

“Was that on purpose, too?”

“No. But it is a hot summer and you look cute with your hair all wet like this.” He pushed a strand of wet hair away from your face.

He really did it on purpose, but you just couldn’t be mad at him. You also reached to adjust his hair, laughing, while Clavis smiled at you.

You should get used to how things were going to be from now on and, sincerely, you didn’t mind much.

Series Maserlist // Main Masterlist

[randonauticrap]

Nightmares

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader/Emma

Word Count ~ 1411

Author's Note ~ This fic is pretty much just because I could. lol I hope you enjoy!

Warnings ~ Mentions of main character death, talk of war, depression/anxiety (MC), separation anxiety, trauma, hurt/comfort

You raced through the castle at top speed, passing confused maids and ignoring Clavis when he goaded you as you passed. "Excited for something, little rabbit?" He cackled as the wind from your speed tousled his hair. But not even Clavis could ruffle you feathers today. Nothing else mattered, because he was back.

Your lover was to return today from a bloody battle at the border between Rhodolite and Obsidian. He had been away for three months and the castle had seemed vacant without him, despite the fact that the other leading faction of royals had remained in their absence. Chevalier's faction was due to march out the next day to finish the war while Leon's returning faction would stay at the castle to guard it against any possible attacks.

Your only concern was a certain auburn-haired prince, with eyes as rich as red wine and a smile that could send even the tamest women into a tizzy. When he told you those three months ago that he would be leading his troops with Leon's faction into war, you were terrified. You had clung to him like a child, willing him by prayer alone not to go, even though you knew that as a prince, it was his duty, and that he would not abandon it. He had reminded you not to worry before he left, and that he was stronger than he looked. That had earned a giggle bubbling from your lips, because Jin Grandet looked like one of the strongest men in the world: towering above most of the other princes, and muscular from head to toe. He was masculine and angular, and at a glance looked as though he could take on a bull and have a fairly good chance.

His assurance helped you, but it didn't chase away the many nightmares that conjured images you dared not imagine in your waking moments, and Jin would wake with you almost every night to fix tea for you and stroke your hair until you finally settled back into his broad chest to sleep. The nightmares only worsened after Jin left with his troops and the other princes. They became more frequent, happening every time you drifted off. You became like the waking dead, zombified during the day, slogging through the castle with severe dark circles under your eyes, unable to properly focus on Sariel's lessons. But instead of a lecture from your tutor, he wordlessly set up a cot in his office so that you could rest while he watched over you, waking you if you showed signs of stirring in your sleep.

He wasn't the only one, either. Luke would bake honey cakes with special sleeping herbs in them to help you doze peacefully, and often let you sleep on his legs in the garden. Nokto often took you with him to parties to help you focus on something besides Jin, and Clavis had even transformed his pranking style into things that would actually make you laugh, like somehow managing to fill your entire room with party balloons between your half hour naps, or stuffing dinner napkins in the toes of your shoes to make you think your feet had grown overnight. You even received a modicum of kindness from the Brutal Beast. You would trudge into the library to search for a book assigned by Sariel and find it and several others that were of the less instructional persuasion in a neat pile at your favorite reading spot. The three months without Jin had been insurmountably difficult, but you had survived because of the other princes and Sariel.

You made a mental note to get a gift to thank each of them later as you reached the front doors of the palace and wrenched them open. Leon was front and center in the returning throng, and his troops followed him up the path. You sprinted down the steps to reach the gate that the palace guards were creaking open, and waited for Leon to reach you. The closer he got, the more worn down he looked. You noticed a few scratches littering his handsome face, and as he rode through the gate and dismounted near you, you saw the ache in his eyes. They had taken quite a beating.

Leon strode up to you and wrapped you up in his arms. "Good to have a hug from you again." He sighed, the weight in his voice not escaping your notice.

"You too, Leon. I'm glad you're okay." You rubbed his back a few times before releasing him just in time to see Licht ride through the gate, his soldiers following behind. Thankfully, Licht seemed mostly unscathed, but the darkness in his eyes told you that his body was the only thing that didn't sustain damage. Yves and his soldiers came trotting afterwards. "Oh, Yves!" You exclaimed once you caught sight of the bloody cloth that covered the side of his head.

He looked down at you from his horse with a pained expression before glancing back at Leon behind you and jumping down. "Yves, are you okay?!" You cried, getting closer to the dressed wound.

"I'm fine!" Yves sputtered, but then his gaze darkened. It was only then that you took a pause and glanced around. Yves's soldiers were still filing through the gate, but there seemed to be so many more of them than you remembered. Only seconds passed before you took in the different colored uniforms.

"Hey, where's Jin?" You turned to Leon, confusion in your eyes. When his gaze slid away from yours, you turned to Yves. "Yves," you breathed, feeling your heart begin to thud ominously against your ribcage. "Yves, where is Jin?"

"Emma, I- I tried! I did everything I could! I-"

But you had gone deaf to his explanations. Your eyes had found the soldiers in the rear of the procession, carrying a body bound in heavy cloths with grim expressions.

"No..." You whispered, as if to yourself. "NOOO!!" A scream erupted from your heart with so much force that you felt it crack inside of you. "No no no no no! Jin! JIN!" Leon and Yves surrounded you, doing their best to shield your eyes from the soldiers with Jin's body, but it was no use. Your world had already splintered into pieces, and your wails of mourning were heard all throughout Rhodolite.

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You gasped, shooting straight up in your bed with tears streaking your cheeks in rivers of anguish. Your breathing was labored as the image of Jin's body wrapped in cloth haunted the space just behind your eyes, and your vision clouded over as the oxygen you consumed lessened with each incoming breath. You were on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness when a strong hand took hold of your shoulder and pulled you into a warm chest. You turned your head to find your lover with a concerned half-lidded gaze on you. "Jin," you murmured, your hands flying to his skin, touching him all over to make sure he was real. But touching him wasn't enough, so you swiveled in his grasp and settled yourself onto his legs before continuing your panicked exploration of his body, warm and alive and safe, here with you.

"Did you have the nightmare again, sweetheart?" he asked gently, his hand coming up to brush your hair from your eyes. You only nodded as you continued to feel him, finally bringing your head to his chest and settling your ear against his heart.

Boom boom, boom boom

You sighed, at last allowing some of the tension to leave your muscles. Jin wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you close, dropping tender kisses on the top of your head as his hands caressed your back. "Jin is okay," you muttered under your breath. "Jin is alive, he is okay. He came back from war two weeks ago with Leon's faction. He is okay." You repeated the phrases like a mantra, willing your heart and mind to remember them and believe them. Jin's hold tightened around your shaking body and he leaned in close to you.

"I'm okay, baby. I didn't leave you. I'm here, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

After you cried several more unshed tears and shared countless deep, aching kisses with your lover, you were able to slip into slumber against his chest at last, listening to his heartbeat well into the world of your dreams. 

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