#Ikemen prince chev x reader

[dotster001]

Can i ask for chevalier x fem reader with prompt number 30 🥰❤️please?

(there are three requests for this line, y'all liked it way more than I was expecting. Anyway, here's your man, I hope you like him. I replaced she with Y/N in the prompt.)

30. The very scary truth is that she means the most to me.

You were out in the garden, blissfully unaware of your boyfriend watching you from the window of his office. You picked flowers, laughed with whatever brothers were with you right now (he didn't really care who), and just enjoyed the sunshine.

Meanwhile, he was putting off his paperwork to watch you from three stories up. He just liked to see you, to know what you were doing, to learn about what you were like when he wasn't around.

He had no idea how long he was staring before his second came in.

"And what has king Highness so enraptured today," He heard Clavis say, sneer evident in his voice.

Chevalier opted to say nothing. If he was worthy of being by his side, he could figure it out himself. He felt him come up behind him and peek out the window. 

"Ah," he heard Clavis breathe. Then he let out a laugh. "You know, you're not so scary now that you're with them."

When Chevalier didn't respond, Clavis continued his chatter, "You're so much softer. Barely even a beast anymore," he guffawed. "It's almost frightening. What will our enemies think?"

Another brief pause. Clavis looked from the figure in the garden to his brother and back again.

"To tell you the truth, I don't hate this side of you. As sickening as it is to admit, I like seeing this side of you."

Chevalier raised a single eyebrow and glanced at Clavis.

"In case you can't tell what I mean," Clavis said with a loud laugh, "I mean the happy side."

Chevalier looked back out the window, and for the first time maybe ever, he saw a soft happy smile appear on his usually stoic brother's face. It fades instantly, but Clavis knew what he saw.

"You know," Chevalier spoke for the first time, "The very scary truth is that Y/N means the most to me."

"That's sickeningly sweet," Clavis gave a fake gag. "Maybe you should tell them that."

"They know."

You waved up at him from the garden, and he gave a soft wave back.

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 got to thinking about heavy petting/fingering/sex in the library w Chev and it led to this.

(Nsfw. No pronouns but reader has breasts and a vagina, wears a skirt for this scenario. Fingering, biting, orgasm control. Not proofread, typed on mobile)

Heavy petting in Chev's library. Starts with sitting in his lap. Even if you get flustered over it, Chev likes having the weight of your body against him, it feels comforting, warm, connects him to the warmth of another human. Eventually you get up from his lap, fibbing that you'd finished your book and wanted to start on a new one, but really you need a breather and to collect yourself.

And of course, Chev knows this. There's no hiding anything from this man, and he certainly didn't miss the look of flustered distress on your face as you left him. Which is why you shouldn't be surprised when, just a moment after you've gotten to the shelf, you can feel his presence press up against your back, cornering you there.

Large hands land on your hips, and it makes you want to fold for him, wait to see what he'll do to you next. But he's unmoving, simply whispering over your shoulder to keep doing what you were doing. And it's only as you comply, reaching forward blindly and grabbing the first book that looks good, that one hand makes its way to your waist and ribs, while the other begins to ruck up your skirts.

You can feel his teeth nip at your shoulder through your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. He embodies the spirit of his tiger insignia, making you feel like you're in the jaws of a predator, but his bites are always filled with love, even some teasing playfulness. And as his teeth distract your senses up above, it's not long before his one hand succeeds in getting beneath your skirts, long fingers playing with your thigh and dancing around where you want him to touch the most. It's only when you whine, and he teases you that you're ignoring your book now, that his fingers finally move to cup you, feeling that delicious wet warmth soaking through your underwear.

But he refuses to move now, not until you open the book you chose and read out loud to him. It's not the first time he's asked you to read for him, he's always enjoyed listening to your voice. But clearly he's feeling playful and a little mean today, only providing you pleasure once he hears your voice read aloud. His speed matches your own pacing, and as you turn the pages, the pleasure only increases. You know hes serious about his stipulations as your voice falters here and there, and the pleasure stops with it, so you do your best to keep going. Soft pets through your underwear and teasing little taps to your covered clit, eventually turn into him pulling aside your underwear to touch you directly. First just stroking your folds, circling your clit, before finally, blessedly, sinking one, two, then three fingers into you.

As he pumps his fingers in and out, the sounds of wetness filling the room, his other hand has made its way into your blouse, squeezing your soft flesh, teasing your nipples. His teeth haven't stopped nipping at you, and if all your brainpower wasn't focused on continuing your reading, you'd wonder just how many marks your lover was leaving on you. It's almost overwhelming how he controls your pleasure, feeling your orgasm creep up but knowing he isn't kind enough to give it to you before he's ready. However, it's as the chapter you're on is coming to a close, Chev finally tells you that you can let go once you've read the last word.

Exactly as he planned, as you just barely manage to utter the last word on the page, he bites down on your neck where he knows you like it most, and his fingers speed up with his palm pressing against your sensitive bud until the pleasure overtakes you and your orgasm slams into you like a wave. He continues with a mind-numbing pace, letting your high carry you into a second orgasm shortly afterwards, relishing in the feel of your walls gripping his fingers and how your body spasms against him, before finally giving you mercy and slowing his fingers to a stop.

Just barely through the post-orgasm haze, you can feel his erection pressing against you, clearly desiring the warmth that had been wrapped around his fingers to be wrapped around somewhere else. But Chev, always the dutiful and thoughtful lover, all teasing aside, simply puts aside his desires to tend to your needs, supporting you and your shaky knees as he brings you back to his sofa. After all, there will be plenty of time to tend to his own needs… as soon as you've recovered.

[sky-drgn]

Wanting To Forget

Genre: Angst with a happy ending Pronouns: you/your; implied fem reader, use of she once Warnings: Character Death(s), small spoilers for romantic ending and engagement event, please let me know if I missed any Words: 3,339 Notes: I apologize for making you look at my absolutely terrible attempt to make a banner. Please send me asks about the ending. There was only so much that could fit in with out it being out of place. Edited to the best of my ability, there still might be mistakes, lemme know and I'll fix them ^-^ Completely inspired by this poll!

King Chevalier didn't know how it came to this. No, he knows. Chevalier can not forget, after all. He can't forget anything. Never so much did he want to. He wanted to forget that day, that week. Oh, how he wanted to forget. 

He wanted to forget the bone-chilling news that you had successfully been assassinated. That he wasn't there to save you, to protect you, as he promised himself he would be. 

It was a quiet afternoon; with Chevalier and his brothers away at war, the castle seemed empty. The usual bustling atmosphere the king and the princes had around them was gone. Despite the war going on beyond the borders, it was peaceful within the kingdom, the castle. Your day went on as usual. Work with Sarial in the morning, lessons on how to be the Queen with the same man in the afternoon, and early evening you put those lessons to use by organizing your fiance's paperwork. Late evening, after dinner and retiring to your room, you’d often find yourself doing your own studies on how to be Queen. During this time, the maids or Rio would bring a cup of tea to help you relax. The days were long and felt even longer without Chevalier by your side, not knowing if he was safe. You knew he would be; he didn’t earn the nickname the Brutal Beast for nothing. But an enemy that got not only Jade but Obsidian to ally with Rholidate and Benitoite scared you. The enemy had to be a great one if it brought all four kingdoms together. 

“Here you are, My Lady.” Your most trusted maid said as she put down your evening tea. “Rio has gone out to greet the messenger. He should be back with news of his Majesty and his brothers before you retire for the night.” 

“Thank you so much.” You said, gladly accepting the claiming tea. “I’m not sure I’d be able to sleep without knowing what the messenger had to say, no matter what.” 

Rio knocked on your door just under an hour later, but it was too late. You were already gone.

King Chevalier, his brothers, allies, and troops were returning to their kingdoms, but the trip home was long. It could not be made in one day. They set up camp for the night and would be home by mid to late afternoon the next day. While no one wanted to be out an extra day, they knew it would be best for them, their troops, and their horses. What no one expected - or wanted - was to see an exhausted Rio riding up to the camp by the time breakfast was over the next morning. 

It had been Nokto who greeted Rio and Leon who sent Clavis to get Chevalier. He had just finished packing his own belongings. He had heard the commotion outside the tent but thought nothing of it. The serious look on Clavis's face, however, did bring an unsettling feeling. Clavis always wore a smile of some kind; seeing him without one was rare, to say the least. 

“King Chevalier…” Rio said, while uncharacteristically kneeling before him, “Y/N’s been poisoned. She was gone before we knew what happened.” 

Everyone knew that the news was not going to be good news when Rio showed up, but the news of your death shocked everyone. They were expecting bad news if Rio came all the way out here, but this was far worse than they imagined. And then all eyes were on Chevalier. While it was Clavis that had held onto the last bits of his humanity, it was you that helped him unlock the rest, you who helped him become the man he was today. It was never a secret that you were the light of his life. You, who was now gone. 

“The plan stays the same. We return to the castle.” Chevalier said as if he didn’t just hear the love of his life was taken far too soon. But everyone knew that wasn't the case. He moved a little faster as he turned with a flip of his cape, returning to his tent to finish collecting his belongings.

Rio and his horse were allowed a moment to rest and were given some food and water. No one knew what Chevalier was doing in his tent, but no one dared question, especially with the princes staying close just in case.

Upon the return to the castle, King Chevalier was debriefed on everything that happened. The assassin that slipped the poison in your tea was in and out castle quickly and easily. However, they were caught. They had to stay behind to make sure it worked after all. Sariel had them in custody within the hour of finding out you were gone.

Alone in his room, Chevalier silently cried for the first time since he was a baby. You weren’t going to come back to him this time.

Oh, how Chevalier wished he could forget how he failed to protect you.

King Chevalier knew you'd disagree with this. You'd reassure him that he was protecting you, and the kingdom, by being out on the battlefield with his brothers and allied nations. Even Obsidian sided with Rhodolite in this war. You'd tell him he did everything he could. Leaving behind his most trusted to watch over you. Telling him that no one could have predicted the enemy would be able to hire such a skilled assassin to get through all the castle security, the security Chevalier always had for you. Even your own self-defense skill you’d just started learning. All that means nothing in the face of foreign poison. One that wasn’t as obvious as others. One that was given to you by a trusted maid. Said maid was even unaware of the poison hidden in your tea. 

The one rest-assured thing about the news was that you hadn’t suffered. It was quick. And from what the doctors could tell, painless. 

Despite being only two and half months away from being Queen, you’d been given the treatment of one. However, Chevalier knew better than anyone that you’d want things to remain humble. The funeral, while fitting for a Queen, was reserved for family and close friends. No nobilities that would've attended a royal's wedding out of respect and formalities, and no foreign royals that might do the same. It was just Chevalier, all his brothers, Rio, Sariel, the bookstore owner - the man might as well have been your adopted father after all -, and even Chevalier’s grandfather. The older man was surprised to get an invitation. He hated that it was your funeral he was attending and not the other way around, but he was there and did the best he knew how to support his grandson. Meanwhile, the citizens left flowers at the front gates, the bookstore, and some at your house in town. 

It was a heartbreaking sight. 

Following the funeral, Clavis and the rest of the others more or less force Chevalier to take some time to properly grieve. All of his work was picked up by all his seven brothers. Something all had no problem doing. And when it was time for the king to return to his work, the first thing he did was make it so his future nieces and nephews would be ones the future Belle would have to get to know for the crown. Chevalier would not and could not love anyone that wasn’t you, children that weren't yours. He knew that one day his brothers would have children, children that would have every right to the crown. No one was against this. After all, no one wanted a repeat of the event that led to the eight brothers. 

And so the years passed on. To everyone's surprise, it was Luke that was the first to marry and go on to have two kids of his own. While Luke’s oldest was still young, Yves got married and would go on to have three kids. Clavis would marry when Yves’ middle child and Luke’s youngest were learning to walk; he’d have five children with his wife. However, before Clavis could have his third child, Jin would succumb to the same illness that took his mother. Clavis worked tirelessly to try and find a cure, Chevalier giving him some help with both the research and his regular work. Chevalier would also remind his younger brother to spend time with his wife and two kids. Jin passed without having kids, and not long after, Licht joined his eldest brother after receiving a fatal injury on the battlefield. Leon was grateful that the oldest twin was able to attend his wedding only months prior. The head of the domestic faction would go on to honor his late younger brother when his only child was born a year later. Before that, however, Nokto would formally take a few mistresses, in which he’d at least one child with each. He would find a way to honor his late twin in his own way. 

Chevalier watched his nieces and nephews grow and mature. He watched as some of them decided the throne wasn’t for them; they wanted to be able to support their cousins in their journey for the throne. Others left the castle to find their own path in helping their kingdom outside the stuffy castle walls. Chevalier, as the king, gave them permission to do so and was proud of them as their uncle. He knew that that was what you would want. To support the family he has left, to keep his heart and not lock it away. 

The king would watch when Luke fell ill with the same illness their father had. While he had more years, Jin did when they realized he was sick; after his youngest got engaged, he too would pass on. Leon would be able to see his grandchild be born, but not their first steps; a new strong poison - much like what took you - would take him as well. That was a shock to everyone; Leon had built resistance to poisons in his lifetime. Unfortunately, recovering from a bad cold and advanced age did not help him in fighting off the poison. Yves would live until all his grandchildren were born, the youngest just barely young enough to remember him; his cause of death is unknown to everyone. 

Nokto was not fortunate enough to have a good relationship with his children; their family dynamic was unique compared to that of his brothers. Despite their mothers knowing - and explaining to their children - full well what they were agreeing to when they agreed to be Nokto's mistresses. The few women had the situation explained to them several times with plenty of time to back out, but they all agreed. Still, their children didn't understand, and so it strained their relationship with their father. Still, Nokto was there for them, and they knew he would always be. That was until negotiations went wrong, and a miss-fired gun would take Nokto from them. Clavis would comfort them and tell them their father was with his twin and the rest of his brothers. That it was alright to miss him even if they never spent as much time with him in life as they could have. Clavis explained that Nokto always understood where his children were coming from and that he was never upset or angry or anything bad; he was glad that everyone got along - at least better than he and his half brothers. This did bring Nokto's children comfort.

And then it was just Chevalier and Clavis. Most would say they had the most stereotypical brother relationship, equally hate each other while equally caring - in secret. Though, it was less of a secret after your passing and with the years going by. Clavis would occasionally have no choice but twist the knife, asking his brother what you would think of his actions, what you would do. Chevalier would scowl at him; how dare he say your name, but Clavis was right, of course. You would be disappointed in some of his actions, the lack of heart in his actions, and the remainder from Clavis helped him keep his heart, even if hurt. 

It hurt remembering your smiling face. Remembering your first kiss, your first time. Remembering when you came back to him after a year of separation, the warmth of your skin when you hugged him tight with the separation over. How gorgeous you look in your engagement dress, the kiss on his cheek after your engagement ceremony. Remembering how gorgeous you looked when you tried on your wedding dress for the first time. The wedding never got to happen. 

Chevalier wasn't one to visit graves, he saw no purpose, but yours he found himself several times over the years. As per usual, it was Clavis's suggestion. It had been your first birthday since you'd been taken from him. Clavis took off early to make you a “cake” to leave at your grave. Slight jealousy flared up within him, and he ended up going sometime later. There at the grave was a misshapen cake. Chevalier wasn’t sure if it was edible, but he left it knowing that Clavis worked hard on it, knowing that someone else would come to clean it or an animal would come to eat it. Still, though, he wasn’t sure what to do here. He never visited a grave just to visit. Remembering something once told to him, he spoke to your grave about the major things that happened since his last visit, about the books he’s read and which you would have enjoyed.

Visiting your grave site became more and more often as he allowed his nieces and nephews to take over some work. Once he stepped down as king, it was a weekly, then an almost daily thing. The brothers that he had left found this very uncharacteristic of him. However, what else would he do with his time? When he was younger, it was studies and reading, then it was work and reading, then it was work, reading, and spending time with you, but then it was back to work and reading. Without work, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. Sure, there was handling the Michel manor work, but that didn’t take up nearly as much time, nor was it a daily thing. Clavis found it sweet and incredibly sad. 

The daily trips turned back into weekly trips as he aged, and his health slowly declined. Before he knew it, he was bedridden, much like his late grandfather. Chevalier was able to get out of bed to do some activities, but making the trip down to the graveyard wasn’t one of them. He didn’t feel bad about this. Despite all the years that had passed, he still didn’t see the significance in going. There were bits and pieces of you all over the castle. His private library, your old room, the gardens, his room, and much more. All of them had your touch. Much of the things you’d left in his room have remained exactly where they were, and he only added books to your shelf in his private library, only the books he knew you’d enjoy. Even without going to the cemetery, you were with him. Even bedridden, you were with him. In the same room he always had, in the room the two of you were supposed to share - did share on many nights.

However, he did make one last trip to the graveyard on the anniversary of your death with the last brother he has left. The one that’s always been by his side. Clavis.

Clavis would see him back to his room and sit next to him. His wife, kids, nieces, and nephews are nearby in the castle. He’d make idol chatter with his older brother. Honestly, he wasn’t entirely sure what he was talking about. 

“Thank you, Clavis,” Chevalier said, interrupting Clavis’s random talking. “For everything over the years.” 

Clavis was stunned, speechless, to say the least. Never has Chevalier thanked him.

Despite all pain and heartache remembering you brought Chevalier, he was glad he never forgot you. 

A few days later, a funeral was held for former King Chevalier. He had peacefully passed in his sleep with Clavis by his side.

The ringing of the bell alerted the black-haired bookstore worker to a new customer. Looking up, he saw one of the usuals approaching. They went to the local university and often studied in a quiet area upstairs, often with the owner's third “son,” as they went to the same university. The black-haired male wasn’t sure how they studied together, having two different majors, but it kept the hellcat out of his hair, so he didn’t care. 

“I believe Clavis is still in class if you’re looking for him.” The male told the customer. They were dressed in fine clothes, with their rather high-quality backpack resting on their shoulders. Being from the upper class had its perks. “He should be back in an hour if you want to wait upstairs.” 

“Actually, I’m here to meet Chevalier. Do you know if he’s here yet?” 

“He’s in the back. Boss made him his own little library back there. It’s around the corner.”

“Thanks, Sariel!” 

Sariel watched you go around to Chevalier’s private area, wondering when the two of you had met. Chevalier is two years ahead of you and Clavis and doesn’t come to the bookstore too often anymore. 

“Rholidate’s Fallen Rose.” You said, approaching the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. “That’s one of my favorites.” 

“I didn’t expect a simpleton to enjoy such a tragic book.” 

“The tragedy added to the beauty of the story. I’m surprised to see you reading it, though. It’s not actually a romance story.” 

“Am I only allowed to read romances now?” 

“I’ve never seen you read anything else before, with the expectation of things for your job, but that’s different.” Putting your bookbag down, you picked a book off the shelf and sat down next to Chevalier. Having taken a romance book yourself.

“Could say the same about you,” Chevalier said with a short chuckle. “I thought you were going to work on your paper that’s due in two weeks.” 

“You’ll help with it later, won’t you? We don’t get to relax like this often. I want to be able to take the time while we have it.” 

Chevalier said nothing, just smirked as he wrapped his arm around you. You two had been dating for just under a year. Between his work and your university work, it had been hard to find time for dates or just being together. So much so that not many people knew the two of you were dating. Chevalier’s mothers and younger brother know. Your adoptive father and the important people in your lives know as well. There was no need for grand declarations or for the entire country to know. It was just the two of you, happy and in love.

That love would be shown to the rest of your families and friends two years later. After a quiet and heartfelt proposal came a beautiful wedding. Chevalier looked as handsome as he always does with a white tuxedo with yellow accents and a tie. Your own outfit fit for royalty highly based on what was supposed to be Belle’s wedding dress from Rholidate’s Fallen Rose. Really the entire wedding felt like it should have taken place within the book. Although it was scalded down from what would have been that neither you nor Chevalier was royalty. It felt perfect. Like all the puzzle pieces finally came together. Like coming home after a long, drawn-out battle. It felt like everything was going exactly how it was supposed to. 

In the warm embrace of your lover, as the day of your wedding ended, the two of you knew that you would love each other in all of your lifetimes.

IkePri Mastelist

[revasserium]

the good earth

chevalier; 1,282 words, fluff and the barest hint of angst; chevalier agrees to have a picnic, gn!reader

you ask him out for a picnic, and he agrees before he can stop himself. later, he’d wonder what possessed him to entertain such foolishness, such misanthropic meanderings of the mind but then — then you smile, and he puts aside the seventeen things he’s had on his mind and reaches out to help you carry the four bottles of champagne.

by the time you all settle in the rose gardens, clavis is grinning like the devil and chevalier teeters briefly on whether or not to kick him in the shins.

he decides on not as you go about laying out the freshly baked breads and the soft, melting cheeses. there’s jam from the orchards and cakes from the kitchens. chevalier cocks his head as he watches you spread a liberal dollop of creme fraiche on a piece of bread and offer it to him.

“it’s good! i promise.”

chevalier quirks a single eyebrow, smirks, and takes it from you. the cream is sweet and light and tangy, the bread the perfect amount of warm and chewy. he wonders if the kitchens have always been this good, and then he wonders if it’s just the effect of you.

and later, much, much later — when they’ve all had their fair shares of creme and bread and fruits and jam, when the sun is hanging sweet and low as summer berries, the sky painted in languid, lazy brushstrokes of pinks and golds and blistering silver clouds, he finds himself watching you. like he always has.

“you’re staring,” you say, your eyes slipping towards him to catch his gaze, to hold it for a second before it flickers back up towards the darkening sky. up, far, far above you are the first burgeoning sighs of twinkling stars.

“yes,” he says, unabashed in his intensity, “so i am.”

he watches as your cheeks darken, watches as your eyes slowly slide back to meet his again. and this time, he doesn’t let you go. all around you, the other princes are slowly making their exits, their excuses muttered on smirking lips, first luke, then nokto, and finally even clavis, who’d been watching you both with a sharp, rapier-like amusement bows his head and heads back in. you try your best not to blush and you’re unsure if you manage it.

“there’s still a glass of champagne left.”

chevalier’s voice is pointed as always. you turn to look down at the half-filled flute sitting by your hand.

“so there is.”

“come.”

chevalier stands up with a woosh of ghost-white robes and offers you a hand. you regard it for a split second before taking it and letting him help you to your feet.

“leave the mess, we’ll come back to for it later,” he says, as if reading your mind.

you press your lips together but before you can make to follow him, he turns around, his eyes fixed on you as he says —

“bring the champagne.”

you blink. and then, you reach down for the glass.

you follow him to the memorial grounds, the huge marble monoliths carved with the names of all the knights and soldiers who had given their lives for the greater good. chevalier pauses before each with a solemn silence. you follow behind him, unable to stem your curiosity as you watch him.

“graves are for the living,” chevalier finally says as you come to a pause beside him, looking over the vast sunken green field of the memorial grounds, “they’re for us to mourn the dead. those who have passed have no use for them.”

you nod.

“yes… i know.”

“but it’s because of that… that they’re made all the more important,” he says, turning to face you again. there’s the shadow of a smile flickering across his lips.

“go on then, pour the champagne.”

you blink at him before turning back to the memorial grounds and slowly emptying the glass of champagne into the grass at your feet, pouring it out in a steady, horizonal line. a toast to the dead, made for the living.

how fitting.

later, after the remnants of the picnic have all been cleared away, after the glasses have been washed and the fruit pits disposed of. you find yourself watching him as he reads, leaning against the wall of your room, the balcony open against the tepid summer air.

“you’ve never done that before,” you say, without preamble. because chevalier has never needed you to explain to understand.

“hm.”

you bite back a grin, “what’s made you so sentimental?”

the book in chevalier’s hands snap shut.

“don’t asks questions you already know the answers to.”

you fight back the urge to roll your eyes as he pins you with a glare.

“alright, alright — but… it really isn’t like you… even after all…” you motion vaguely at the space between you and him with a faint blush, “all… this.”

at this, chevalier smirks, cocking his head, and you feel your stomach twist into ever tighter knots inside you.

“i suppose it’s because… someone somewhere once taught me that the only difference between a graveyard and a garden is what you choose to put in the ground,” he says, his head still cocked, his eyes cool even as you go ever and ever hotter beneath his penetrating gaze.

you can’t help but blush at his pointed words, but your body is awash with tingles as you finally parse out the depths of his admission.

you’d taught him something.

“o-oh! i — uhm… that’s… well,” you cast about for something to say, something other than oh and uhm. finally, you settle on, “sounds smart, whoever taught you that.”

chevalier’s smirk grows as he pushes off the large loveseat and closes in on the edge of your bed, towering over your as he looks down at you over his aquiline nose and sculpted lips.

“yes. they were.”

he leans down, and you feel your breath hitch in your chest as he presses you back into the soft, downy sheets of your bed.

“s-so… have you thought about… planting some more flowers in the memorial field, then?” you ask, averting your eyes as he crawls onto the bed, his weight shifting the bed beneath you, your traitorous heart thumping up against your chest in ever and ever faster rhythms.

“i have,” chevalier muses, his voice light and unaffected, “i’ve already given the order for it to be done.”

“oh…” is all you have in response, though it seems to please him all the same. you take a deep, steadying breath before forcing yourself to turn back and meet his piercing, star-fire gaze.

“so next time,” he says, pulling back suddenly, smoothing his hands over the material of his clothes as he makes his way back over to the loveseat to resume his book, “we might have a picnic there instead. once the flowers start blooming.”

“a picnic… in the memorial field,” you echo.

he nods, flipping open his book again.

a picnic with the dead… for the living.

you allow yourself a secret smile as you nod, thinking back to that last glass of champagne.

because yes — the only difference between a graveyard and a garden might be what you choose to put in the ground. but says who that life cannot thrive in a place for the dying? after all — graveyards are for the living, aren’t they? and champagne and flowers too.

“yes… i’d like that,” you say, nodding, smiling, bright as bright can be, “i’d like that very much indeed.”

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[beautifulsnake2162020]

Ikepri Chevalier Michel Headcanon on Hotd and High Valyrian.

General Scenario: Emma and Chevalier were organizing things in their faction's office when Nokto walked in and submitted a strange new report.

"There's this unusual report from a new merchant in our territory."

"Merchant of what?"

"Mainly of books but its most like an antique shop. Probably some of the items may be illegal, but I'm not sure."

"Then further investigations must be made." Chevalier states as he finishes the current paperwork on his desk before he moves on to the next.

"By any chance could I perhaps visit? The new merchant might be uncomfortable or might be more hesitant with two of Rhodolite's royal family members investigating his goods."

"Considering that King Chev here hasn't really interacted with the general populace and so far you haven't gone beyond the main square of the town, if you're going to do any first hand investigating yourself it would be wise to bring him along. Albeit inconspicuously."

"You're stating the obvious clown."

"Well in my opinion, I find it a nice development that you're already planning to accompany her to visit this new mysterious store merchant."

"Don't pretend you're not coming too Nokto."

"I'll be more in the background and would investigate other important spots. I wouldn't want to give you and the King away."

You and Chevalier then visit the shop incognito. And long story short, the new merchant was indeed a member of an underground magical community who was fleeing persecution from Obsidian and as thanks for not persecuting him he gives you a magical tablet that is solar power charged. He explains how to use it and soon you and Chevalier found yourselves watching House of the Dragon.

Headcanon proper:

He was intrigued by the internal politics of Hotd and how it seemed he has finally found the family that was a lot more messed up than Rhodolite's royal family.

"While volatile, I do agree with Daemon. His adviser Otto Hightower has alternative interests to the realm."

"Well it seems like all of them have both their weaknesses and their strengths."

As the series progresses and the twist and turns reveal themselves, Chevalier begins to contemplate on the merits of having a qualified person regardless of sex should be able to ascend the throne.

"It's clear to me that Rhaenys is better qualified to rule than Viserys. He lacks the clarity to know when he is being manipulated by those around him."

"That's the point Chevalier, the story is pointing out the flaws of the patriarchal monarchial system."

"Hmph, it also proves that a good man does not equate to being an effective ruler. Because of his complacency he has allowed problems to become bigger than they have to be."

As the series progresses and as you arrive at the time skip, while he hasn't necessarily picked a faction. In his opinion either Rhaenyra or Aemond should be the ruler of Westeros since both are the most worthy in his eyes.

The magical merchant explained that the next Season has not yet been made and that you would have to wait an entire year if not more for the next part of the story to be released.

But to alleviate yours and Chevalier's thirst for more lore about Westeros, he offers you the book "Fire and Blood" which he cautions you to take with a grain of salt since it was a history book made with biases of the events that happen. It was here that you both learn that the civil war between the two factions of the Targaryens was named the Dance of Dragons.

He also senses your interest in learning the High Valyrian language and introduces you and Chevalier to Duolingo since there is no proper book yet teaching High Valyrian.

No surprise that Chevalier finished the course before you did, although you were practicing daily.

He helps you with the tricky grammar and with some tricky pronunciations.

It soon became a secret language between the two of you as you two practice speaking High Valyrian.

Some of the other beasts have varying interests in learning High Valyrian but not as fervently as you and Chevalier have for the language.

He had watched the series once again this time closing his eyes whenever characters would be speaking in High Valyrian to hear how it sound like.

Once you have reached a level of at least slowly understanding what they were saying, you feel the slow satisfaction of not needing to read the subtitles to know what they are saying.

Soon to no surprise to you, he began using High Valyrian in seducing you and whispering how much he desires you as the two of you share both physical intimacy and emotionally intimate moments.

Funnily enough, the High Valyrian language has slowly become intriguing and appealing to both the elites and the common Rhodolite citizen.

Which lead him to the two of you working together to make a textbook on High Valyrian which you gave a first edition copy to the magical merchant.

[aquagirl1978]

In Your Eyes - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the One Week Challenge hosted by @cy-inky

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: "Don't smile at me like that." + friends to lovers

Word count: 496

Tags: none

“Oh, dearie me. Do my eyes deceive me or is that Belle I see?”

“Why are you acting so surprised, Clavis?” 

“Well, I simply can’t recall the last time you joined us for breakfast. You’re always in the library with your book club.”

“It’s not a book club. We’re just friends.”

Clavis rose from his chair and approached you, a sly smile adorning his face; with his thumb, he tilted your chin until your eyes met.

"Friends, you say. Have you not seen the way my brother looks at you? Clearly, you haven't." He paused and chuckled, his tone turning serious. "He looks at you in a way he doesn't look at anyone else. Not even me, his most handsome brother. Chev is a man who can glance at something once and have it memorized, never needing to look at it again. Yet, I so often find him, a man who does nothing not worth his time, staring at you. If you don’t believe me, watch him the next time you're together and let me know if you still think you're just his friend."

He removed his hand from your chin, leaving you wide-eyed in disbelief, your heart racing at the thought that Chevalier might have feelings for you.

*****

Breakfast passed in a blur, and before you knew it, you were standing before a familiar set of doors. With your heart pounding in your chest, you pushed open the door and stepped over the threshold.

There’s nothing to be nervous about, you tried to convince yourself as you entered the room. As usual, Chevalier was seated  in his chair, his ankle crossed over his knee, his face tilted down as he read the book in his hands. 

“Hello,” he greeted you as his gaze lifted to meet yours, his lips curling into a soft smile. You noticed how his gaze lingered as butterflies began to flutter in your stomach.

“I received some new books today.” He tipped his chin towards a nearby shelf, its contents calling to you.

You were walking on clouds as you made your way to the bookshelf. Filled with childlike joy, you beamed as you ran a finger along the leather spines of the books, trying to decide which one to pick first. 

But then a voice inside you told you to turn around. 

Chevalier sat with his chin in his hand, a barely there smile soft on his lips, his pale blue eyes fixed on you. 

Don’t smile at me like that, you told yourself. I’ll have trouble not believing what Clavis said earlier otherwise.

“I don’t know which one to pick.”

He rose from his chair with an elegant grace that comes from being born royal and approached you by the bookshelf. He quickly scanned the shelf and effortlessly selected a book. 

You trembled as he handed you the book, his warm gaze returning to you, his soft smile still visible.

Whether Chevalier knew it or not, Clavis was right.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @alixennial @rhodolitesroseforclavis @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @ikehoe @ikemen-writer @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @altairring @lucyw260 @lordsisterxotome @umi-adxhira @bellerose-arcana @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @lancelotscloak @scorchieart @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @melodiousramblings @wendolrea @aceuuuu @randonauticrap @aria-chikage @nightghoul381

[etheries1015]

IKEMEN PRINCE MASERLIST

The characters who the stories revolve around will be highlighted in RED.

NSFW list will be below the SFW list.

Link back to OG masterlist

SFW

A good book - Author MC X Chev's faction + Foreign princes

Exacting their revenge- All suitors (general)(Short)

NSFW

Books and sex - all suitors (general)

Insecure about your breast size- Chevalier, Silivo x Afab reader

Aphrodisiac- Sariel x Reader

[leonscape]

Ikemen Prince Stuffs

Putting all of my Ikepri content here; memes, random fics, and other assorted content.

Gilbert, “All the Bad Men Have Gone Away.”

Ikemen Prince Zoo

Gilbert Wrong Eye Dominance Theory

The Palace is a Zoo (Featuring Yves, Clavis, Luke, and Sariel)

Chev Melon

Clavis’ Ace Hardware Store

The Princes as Youtubers

Leon’s Mukbang

Cyran

Ikepri Fruits

The Princes as Cat Pictures

Would you still love me if I was a lion? (Leon x OC)

The Beast in Rabbit’s Clothes

Christmas in Rhodolite (with Leon’s Faction)

Chev and Clavis in the Backrooms

Sariel memes

Jin being Jin

The Zoo

An assortment of memes

Clavis and Chev

Ikepri AU but Modern AU

Rio Sad Boy

Lion Leon artwork

Leon mullet daddy

Really bad puns

Jin in a beautiful bikini

“I’m Cold”

Poorly drawn chibi Gilbert

Poorly drawn chibi Nokto

Ikepri Playlist

Ikemen Prince but it’s Ikemen Revolution

Reading Sariel’s Route for the 1st time

The Leonscape

"Guess what?"

"Call us daddy"

Clavis Lelouch, Agent with Underworld Connections

Forever With You (proposal event) Leon route rewrite

The average ikepri player

Leon’s Bday Lines

"Tonight is the Night" Leon x reader (smut mdni)

Rose Toilet Paper

Coming out as ace to the princes

Licht Learns How to Cook a Steak

When the Night Was Full of Terrors (Chevalier for Cozytober)

Cupid!Chevalier

Leon with a pet lion

[crazyfreckledginger]

Announcement

I am adding Ikemen Prince: Beauty and Her Beast to the fandom list.

I was a bit reluctant at first but they are all growing on me. I will not write for princes that do not have their routes out yet (until I get a better idea of them through events). Feel free to request when they are open

[ikehoe]

Victory, part 2 [Chevalier Michel x Reader] [SMUT] [Ikemen Prince]

Victory – Part 2 (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

Rated: Explicit - SMUT (Minors DNI!)

Tags: Smut, Pure filth, PIV, Rough, Degradation

Description: This is p2 to the Victory fic with Clavis x Reader. Chevalier gets jealous seeing you and Clavis’ romp in the Courtyard, and he takes it upon himself to make sure you never repeat another man’s name. Chev is… sort of sweet… at the end. In his own Chev way, of course.

A/N: For my fellow Chev simp, @kleeps. Hope you like it! Also, I’m very sorry, but apparently, our dearest readers out here getting a 2for1 Rhodolite Prince special in one day. Oop.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games. I’m merely an avid fan of being MC.

WC: 1.5k+

Ever since you joined the Rhodolite Castle in your official duties as Belle, every day that passed by had been absolutely exhausting. Today was no different – especially with the unintended tryst you’d had with the third prince, Clavis Lelouch. You hadn’t intended on going so far with the notorious trickster, especially with his myriad of less-than-ideal nicknames given to him by Sariel and the other princes.

With a groan, you rubbed your temples and willed yourself to forget about the incident. Clavis had said that you two needed to talk about some stuff. Still, that conversation was something that you were definitely not looking forward to. After all, you were a mere Commoner, only assigned to be Belle for a month. What could happen in a month?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Um, yes? Who is it?” You called out, eyebrow quirking up at the unexpected visitor. It was already past sundown, and all the official duties assigned to you by Sariel were complete. Not only that, none of the Princes had requested your help with anything, nor were you expecting any visitors.

The heavy wooden door to your bedroom swung open with the strength that only a terrifying beast possessed. A second later, you recognized the telltale cold gaze and platinum blonde locks of the second prince of Rhodolite, Chevalier Michel.

“Oh! Prince Chevalier, can I help you with something? W—what are you doing here?” You stammered out. No matter how close you got to Chevalier, there was always something about his presence that had you quivering like a leaf in the wind. There was an unexplainable aura and presence that the man possessed. You’d seen the effects first hand, once in battle when there were Obsidianite soldiers spotted near a Rhodolite fort, and many other times when the man would walk into a room, and all conversation would halt immediately.

“You truly are a simpleton, aren’t you?” Chevalier asked; none of the usual amusement associated with that nickname was present in his eyes. “What did you think you’d accomplish with that depravity this afternoon with the Jester?”

With his cruel words, a sudden lightbulb clicked in your mind. However, you had no idea how Chevalier could have gotten wind of your and Clavis’ actions this afternoon. There was no way someone spotted the two of you, right? After all, you had been concealed in the darkest shadows of the Courtyard.

“I—I—I don’t know what you’re talking abo—,” you started, only to be cut off by Chevalier roughly pushing your body back onto your bed. The Prince’s eyes were colder than ever, and you were terrified of what was to happen next. Although the Second Prince had never harmed you in any way, there was no telling what he was capable of when he was angry – and he sure seemed to hate you at that moment. However, a tiny part of you felt that familiar flame of arousal light up in your body as Chevalier’s eyes roamed up and down your figure.

“So our pure and golden-hearted Belle is just a little slut that lets any Rhodolite prince inside of her, hm?” Chev asked, capturing a piece of your hair around his finger and twirling it menacingly. “Perhaps I should remind you that this Castle is full of beasts, and beasts do not share.”

Suddenly, you felt the Prince’s lips press down against your own, capturing you in a heated and rough kiss. His teeth tugged roughly at your bottom lip, drawing a soft moan out of you as you tried to keep up with the Prince’s relentless pace. Not only were your lips occupied, but Chevalier had also captured both your wrists in one of his large hands and had pressed them above your head, stopping any ability you had to move.

“Prince Chevalier, wait,” you urged breathlessly. Despite the rough actions of the Prince, you wanted nothing more than to rub your hands all along the Beast and feel him in all his glory. After all, if this was the first and last time this would happen, you wanted to experience everything.

“Wait? Is that what you told that Jester when you showed him your everything?” Chevalier asked tauntingly. The gaze in his eyes could only be described as beastly, as someone who was about to devour their prey. With a rip, Chevalier had grabbed the front of your nightgown and ripped it clean from the top to the bottom, exposing your bare and heaving breasts to him. It was as though Chevalier was possessed as he left deep purple marks throughout your breasts, stopping only to grip your chin and make sure you were looking at him. “From now on, you’re mine, Belle. You respond only to me, you look only at me, and you do not say another man’s name – especially not the name of that Jester.”

In your haze of pleasure, you faintly recognized Chevalier’s orders and meekly nodded. The sensation of Chevalier ravaging your breasts was sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Before you even had a chance to catch your breath, you felt the delectable sensation of Chevalier’s long and thick fingers stretching you out.

“Mm… Seems you really are more than prepared for me,” Chevalier murmured, peppering kisses all along your collarbones as you writhed underneath him. Any semblance of embarrassment and hesitation you had was long gone with how good the Prince was making you feel. He began to coax his index and middle finger against your tunnel, hitting just the right spot to make you gasp out his name.

“Ch—Chevalier, right there!” You screamed, arching your back off of the bed in ecstasy. In response, the Prince only sped up his fingers, scissoring your core until you came around his digits in a haze of pleasure.

“Oh, my g—god,” you moaned out as you felt the pleasure spread throughout your body. Before you could even come down from your high, you heard the faint sound of rustling clothes followed by the stinging sensation of Chevalier pushing into you with his hardened length. You heard a low groan from the platinum-haired Prince as he slowly rocked into you.

“You’re mine, you understand that, Belle? Your whole body and this little pussy are all mine to use,” Chevalier murmured, releasing your wrists from his grasp and gently wrapping his hand around your neck. “I’m the only one that can make you feel this way.”

“Y—Yes, Prince Chevalier,” you moaned out. He once again captured your lips in a heated kiss, tongue eagerly exploring your mouth as he began to speed up his thrusts. To say that the Prince had a generously-sized cock would be an understatement. Much like his large and beastly build, the Prince had a cock that far surpassed any average man. It seemed as though Chevalier understood that fact as well, as he gave you a couple of minutes to catch your breath.

Once you became accustomed to his girth, you looked up into Chevalier’s icy blue eyes and whispered the words he’d been waiting for the whole time. “Please, take me Prince Chevalier.”

It was as If those five words flipped a switch in him that returned him to his Beastly nature as he began to thrust into you deeper and deeper. Each stroke that Chevalier did managed to hit that sweet spot inside you. The words tumbling from your mouth were absolutely incomprehensible.

“Ch—Chev, ah, p—please!” You rasped out, barely managing to form a complete sentence.

“Is our little Belle all fucked dumb for me?” Chevalier smirked, tightening his grip on your throat. “Are you going to let me fuck you deep with my seed?”

“A—ah! Yes!” You cried out as one final stroke brought you over to the brink of absolute euphoria. Pleasure spread from your core to the tips of your fingers. Your entire body was quivering with overstimulation as Chevalier continued fucking you through your orgasm.

A moment later, as you slowly regained your senses, you felt the Prince’s cock twitch deep within your core. He let out a beautiful groan as he painted your walls with his cum in thick spurts. Then, with a deep breath, he released your throat and clumsily rubbed your cheek with his finger in a futile attempt to console you and provide you with aftercare.

“It doesn’t hurt too much, does it?” Chevalier asked you, volume barely audible as he continued stroking your cheek awkwardly.

The complete 180 that the beastly Prince of Rhodolite had just undergone caused your mouth to gape open in surprise. “I—no, that was amazing, Prince Chevalier,” you blushed, cheeks flushing with a bright shade of vermillion. “I’m so embarrassed that you saw … that… this afternoon.”

“As I said, Belle. You’re mine now, and I do not share with anyone, especially not my brothers. You would be better off remembering that next time you allow one of those heathens to sully your body,” Chevalier responded, training his beautiful icy blue eyes on yours. “By the way, I read that book you recommended to me. I wasn’t aware that you were into such lustful scenes, Belle.”

“Wh—what book?” You stammered out. “I merely recommended a classic love story between a Knight and a Princess!”

“Ah… It seems like the Jester has played us both for fools again,” Chevalier mused, a slight quirk to his lips the only thing indicating his amusement with the situation.

[dotster001]

Ikemen Prince

Return home? Yes

Jin

Soon

Chevalier

Girl Dad- Alternate ending to Chev's route where he adopts a sassy five year old as his heir.

Yandere Chevalier HC'S

Clavis

A Feast for For a Prefect and A Belle- Lilia x reader and Clavis x au! Reader. The twisted wonderland ikemen Prince crossover of the century!

Leon

Leon Dompteur as a Yandere- Yan! Leon x reader How his Yan arc begins

Yves

People will say we're in love-Yves x Reader. Leon Rio licht and Jin share stories to prove you love eachother.

Yves Kloss as a Yandere- Yan! Yves x reader How his Yan arc begins

Licht

Soon

Nokto

Soon

Luke

Soon

Rio

Plenty of Room- Rio x reader. Only one bed trope, but make it Rio Ortiz.

Sariel

Soon

Mutliple

Werecreatures Au- The Beginning, Meet the Family

Light of Life- Platonic Yans Licht and Chevalier. You're a cousin to Licht and Chev, and their childhood playmate. They take things into their own hands when you return from Benitoite and are engaged.

No Touching!- Leon/Yves/Jin/Clavis x reader. You tell them they can't touch you anymore.

300 followers even Masterlist

500 followers event masterlist

1k followers event

October Prompts Masterlist

[chaosangel767]

Dec. 15 for Chevalier pls

Here you go Darling ^-^ I had way too much fun thinking this one up.

Day 15: Late Night Candy Canes

Prompt: “That candy cane won’t be the only thing you are going to be sucking tonight.”

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Type of One-shot: NSFW - @voltage-vixen Tis the Season for Smut

Pairing: Chevalier x F!Reader

Warnings: oral (male receiving), petting, handjob, cum swallowing, fingering, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, slight impact play, hair pulling, riding, creampie

WC: 935

Asked for by: anon

Tagging: @toloveawarlord, @thewitchofbooks, @queen-dahlia. @sarahann-1984, @rhodolitesrose, @themysticalbeing, @kpop-and-otome, @2d-pocky @tele86 -If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.

The only sound you can hear is the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional turning of pages. It is beyond midnight, but without your lover you haven’t been able to sleep. You let out a soft sigh, finishing your fourth book that week and pick up another. Your reading habits haven't been this bad since you worked at the bookstore. You unwrap a candy cane and slip it in your mouth, absentmindedly kicking your legs as you read.

“You shouldn’t let your guard down so easily.” The voice elicits a gasp from you, startling you as you look up to see the King giving you an icy glare.

"Chevalier," You gasp, shutting your book and jumping up to hug him. You hear him snort, but after a minute his arms wrap around you and he squeezes you tight against him.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?” He asks as you reluctantly let go. You both sit on the sofa and you snuggle into his side, your head resting near his lap.

“I couldn't sleep, so I decided to read," you explain, shivering as you feel his fingers brush your hair from your face. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Both of you are reading, and you suck on the candy cane, enjoying Chevalier's fingers trailing along your stomach and hips.

You are aware of his gaze on yours as you swirl your tongue over the candy cane, turning the page. Heat flushes your body under his gaze, his hand moving closer towards your breast.

“That candy cane won't be the only thing that you are going to be sucking tonight.” He growls, his hand pinching your nipple through your nightgown, eliciting a cry. Desire starts to pool in your core, longing finally affecting you after your time apart. You rest your candy cane on a plate, reaching up to his face to kiss him.

Your book long forgotten, you bring your hand to his pants, palming his erection through his pants as his tongue explores your lips. You slide down his body, kneeling on the couch. You unzip his pants with your teeth, feeling his hand play with your core through your underwear. Freeing his erection, you tease the tip with your tongue, feeling the King spank your ass until you finally take him in your mouth.

You take him all the way back, hollowing your cheeks to create a suction and drawing a low growl from the King's lips. His hand smooths over your ass pulling down your underwear and slipping a finger into your core.

“Fuck Belle, you are so wet" He slowly thrusts his finger and you hum around his cock, taking him back as for as you can.

You use your hands to stroke his length as you come up for a breath, enjoying the lightheaded, heart racing sensations. He adds a second finger, hissing as your tongue teases the vein under his head and he thrusts harder. Your moans vibrate his cock, your steady ministrations driving him closer. His free hand laces in your hair, as his thighs tense. With a husky growl of your name he shoves your head down, and you take him back all the way, letting him cum down your throat.

"Good girl Belle, swallow it all and open your mouth." He commands and you look up, showing him mouth, moaning when he adds a thumb to your clit.

“Chev -” you start, but it ends in a moan as he yanks on your hair, bringing your gaze to his.

“Keep your eyes on me, I want to watch you cum” He commands, keeping his grip firm on your hair. A silent "Yes my King” leaves your lips as you focus on his eyes. The pressure on your clit increases and a third finger is added to your core and you curl your toes struggling to keep your eyes focused as your pleasure builds. You whimper, a smirk forming on Chevalier’s lips.

“Chevalier!” you cry, your orgasm flooding your body and your eyes roll back as your body clenches his fingers making a mess all over them.

“Come here Belle'' Chevalier barely gives you any time to calm down, instead helping you straddle his waist. You meet his lips in a passionate kiss as you sink onto his cock, taking him in one smooth motion. You dig your fingers into his shoulder, stilling and adjusting to the feeling of him inside you.

Chevalier gets impatient, fingers finding your hips as he takes over guiding you, his hips rock into yours, setting a rough relentless pace. You keep your forehead pressed to his, eyes drifting down. You are entranced watching his cock thrust into you, his thighs working and your legs trembling. You can feel the pleasure building in your core, your nails digging into his shoulders as you bounce, scraping nice red lines into his skin. Your climax hits you out of nowhere, shock waves rippling through every nerve as you cry out his name.

The clenching of your cunt rips the orgasm out of Chevalier with a gowl. He pulls you down on cock, filling you to the brim as he spills his seed. The warm ropes of cum hit your walls and you whine as you feel his cock pulse inside you. You rest against him as he adjusts his grip, making no move to pull out of you. Chevalier opens a book while you rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arms around his chest, slowly starting to drift off.

"I missed you,” you mumble, his scent putting you to sleep before your brain can process anything else.

[aquagirl1978]

a story in which mc goes to the past and meets the child chevalier and the boy ends up having his heart stolen by belle

Anon, this fic has lived rent-free in my head for entirely too long. I hope you're still around to see this finally posted 😊

It Was You - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Different Universe, Same Love Content Creation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: free day (i'm not exactly sure what kind of au this falls into - time traveling? soul mates? something?)

Tags: fluff

Word Count: 1674 (so long i included a word count)

The skies were gray and the line was long as you stood and waited your turn, white rose in hand as  soft sobs and muffled whispers filled the air. Raindrops gently fell from the clouds, as if heaven, too, was mourning the loss of Rhodolite’s queen.

Two young boys stood in the distance, away from the crowds. And despite their distance, they somehow caught your eye. Your heart ached as you caught the sad expression on one of the boy’s faces; he must have been close to the queen and is grieving.

You tugged on the long sleeve of Mr. Akatsuki’s dark kimono, your wide eyes pleading. “Is it okay if I go see those boys over there? I’d like to offer my condolences.” Mr. Akatsuki turned and looked at the boys, noticing their elegant attire.

“Don’t stay long,” he replied.

“I won’t.” You turned to face the boys, the distance between you closer than you had initially thought.

As you approached the pair, their voices grew louder. 

“...from the books I’ve read. I thought I would feel something, even just a little bit, but –”

Your heart lurched; you were right, they were close with the queen.

The voices grew quieter and you couldn’t hear anything for a moment, but then you heard the same emotionless voice again.

“I realized this awhile ago, but somehow, I can only see things from a bird’s-eye point of view.”

Your heart ached hearing the young boy speak; he couldn’t be more than 10 years old. Such a young age to lose his mother. 

He must be hurting so much.

The boys, engrossed in their conversation, didn't even notice you approaching them.

“Hello?” you called out.

The two turned and looked at you. The boy with purple hair looked stunned, as if he had just heard a horrifying secret. 

The other boy, the one you had heard speaking earlier just stared at you silently, his ice blue eyes cold and emotionless.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to offer my condolences…”

“It’s not necessary,” the boy with blonde hair replied, coldly dismissing you.

“Chev, please,” the other boy spoke up. “This young lady came all the way over here to offer you her sympathy. Don’t you think, as the queen’s son, you could just accept it and say thank you?”

Chev, as the boy with purple hair called him, narrowed his eyes, and looked as if he was refraining from scowling. 

“I have no need for her sympathy, Clavis. You should know that better than anyone.”

Clavis approached you, a smile plastered on his face, clearly covering his grief. “You’ll have to excuse Chev. He’s so overcome with sadness that he’s forgotten his manners.” He took your small hands in his. “Allow me to accept your sympathies, on behalf of the royal family. Thank you.”

Having done what you came for, there was no reason for you to stay and intrude on them no matter what your heart was telling you. Lifting your skirt, you curtseyed and said your goodbyes to the pair.

But as soon as you took one step away, you turned around and walked right up to Chev and wrapped your arms around him.

“What are you –?” he asked, his arms awkwardly pinned to his sides by your embrace. 

“You looked like you needed a hug. Everyone deserves to love and be loved. And you lost one who loved you.” Your eyes met his, his blue eyes wide and wild like those of a caged animal. “So I’m giving you a hug today.”

You remained in the embrace until he calmed down, his body relaxed somewhat and his blue eyes returned to their cold, emotionless state. After letting go, you took a step back, your gaze holding his.

“Prince Chev, I’m really sorry about your mother,” you whispered before turning around and walking away, not giving him the chance to dismiss you again.

Clavis stared at his brother, your figure growing smaller in the distance. He watched Chev watch you walk away, and thought he detected what could be considered a ghost of a smile gracing Chev’s lips.

*****

The bookstore had been empty all afternoon, to which you were grateful as it gave you the time to finish reading. When the bell chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer, you quickly put your book away, readying yourself to work.

The gentleman who entered was tall and lean, pale blonde hair framing a face carved from marble, bright blue eyes intense as he perused the books on the shelves. Dressed casually in a black turtleneck and trousers, you wondered to yourself if he worked at the university as a professor and that was what brought him to the bookstore today. 

As he walked around the store, you got this feeling that you knew this man from somewhere. Probably a past customer, you told yourself.

But you’d remember a man so handsome, wouldn’t you?

“Excuse me, is Mr. Akatsuki in?” he asked, his tone curt.

“No, he’s out this afternoon. Can I help you with something?” 

“Yes, perhaps you can, I had ordered a number of books from him and was told they should be here.” 

“What is your name so that I can look for your order?”

“Chevalier Michel…” His voice trailed off as he looked away, clearly not a fan of social interaction.

Definitely not a professor, you told yourself as you went into the back room where Mr. Akatsuki kept all the orders. It wasn’t hard to find the order – it was a large stack of romance novels. Only romance novels. In many different foreign languages. Impressed, you were stacking the books, double checking the list to make sure everything was there, when it hit you.

Chevalier Michel. The Second Prince of Rhodolite. The late queen’s only son.

Chev. The boy you hugged on that sad day so many years ago.

Despite all the years that had passed, for some reason, your heart remembered him when he walked through that door into the bookstore.

You put the books down, an attempt to catch your breath, somewhat relieved in knowing he would not remember you, so there would be no need for any awkward conversations about that day.

How you had wondered about that little boy you met that cold, gray day. You had heard the stories about Bloodstained Roses Day; you had heard of the prince they called the Brutal Beast. 

But for some reason, the man waiting in the other room did not seem brutal nor beast-like to you. To you, he was a boy who had just lost his mother. 

“Here you go,” you said as you returned with the books, placing the pile before him. “Feel free to check over them and make sure everything is in order.”

Your hands were still on the books when his hand darted out, his fingers encircling your wrist.

“Do you remember me?” he asked, his voice cold and emotionless, much like it was all those years ago.

Your eyes widened in shock. “You remember me? After all these years?” 

“I don’t forget a name or a face. Ever.”

“Oh,” you whispered, swearing you felt his thumb gently caress the inside of your wrist. You closed your eyes, wishing for a moment that he was a professor and not royalty.

“I don’t normally come in to pick the books up myself…”

A chill washed over you as he removed his hand from your wrist, knowing you’d likely never see him again.

“Thank you. For the books.” He gathered the books in his arms, and without as much as a smile, he turned and walked out of the store and your life.

“Royalty and commoners cannot mix,” he muttered to himself, more reminder than commentary, as he closed the door behind him, leaving you for good.

*****

“Do you have any questions?” 

You looked at Sariel, who was waiting for your answer. Your eyes flicked down to the voluminous contract placed before you; your eyes flicked up and found eight sets of eyes on you.

No, that would be incorrect. Seven sets of eyes stared at you, one set looked down at the table, his eyes not meeting yours the entire meeting.

Sariel sighed as he stood up. “If you have no more questions, you have a bit of reading to do now.”

“Belle,” he added, as if to remind you of the role you just accepted. 

You quietly waved goodbye to Sariel and the other princes as they all left the room.

All but one.

He made his way towards the door, as if he was leaving with the others. But he shut the door, his body pressed against it, blocking any entry as he glared at you.

“You.”

A chill ran down your spine as he spit the word out, his body seething with controlled anger.

“I didn’t ask for this task….” you tried to reason.

How were you going to spend 30 days in this castle – his home – with him this angry.

“Of all the people in all the towns of Rhodolite, they had to pick you.”

“You keep appearing in my life. Why?” When his eyes finally met yours, you felt sadness, not anger.

Your heart ached; pushing back your chair, you stood and walked over to Chevalier, placing your palm on his cheek. 

He bristled at your touch causing you to slowly withdraw your hand.

“Don’t,” he whispered. He let out a low sigh before continuing. “No one has ever touched me.”

“Except me…”

“Except you.” 

His hand found yours and he tugged you roughly, pulling you closer to him. You looked up at him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, his pale blue eyes softening, shards of ice melting. 

“It was you, all these years it was you. It was always you.” His lips crashed against yours in a kiss you had both waited a lifetime for. Deepening the kiss, he wrapped his arms around you in an awkward embrace.

“It will always be you.”

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[aquagirl1978]

Only one for Gilbert and Chev?? This must be remedied! Chevalier + Hugs 12, writer’s choice if spicy or not? Whatever inspires you!

Hello anon, thank you dearly for remedying this misfortune! If there was ever a prompt that screamed Cheva, it's this one.

Take My Breath Away - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: carrying the other one in their arms

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI (spicy situations)

Cold. Brutal. Genius. These were only some of the words one thought of when thinking of Chevalier Michel.

Beautiful was not often one of them

But it was the only word on your lips when you stepped through the doors of the Round Table room that day when the fading sunlight bathed him in her golden glow. Chevalier turned around from where he was standing and faced you; resplendent in his new royal raiment, his fair hair took on an ethereal glow, his long bangs framing his handsome face. 

Wordlessly, your feet carried you towards your love as if his heart was a magnet pulling yours to his. Stopping before him, only a few inches separating his body and yours, you smiled as he took your hands in his, his gloved thumb roughly stroking your palm. 

Looking up into his blue eyes, as dark and deep as the ocean, you rose on tiptoe to brush a gentle kiss on his lips. 

You felt the smirk against your lips as his body pressed against yours. His hands let go of yours, and in a flash, you let out a loud gasp, your body easily lifted and casually tossed over your lover’s shoulders, the Round Table room growing smaller in the distance as Chevalier carried you away.

*****

Chevalier dropped you unceremoniously onto his large, plush bed. He unfastened his cloak, casting it off to the side in a crumpled pile.

Next was his gloves, which he used his teeth to help remove. Those, too, landed in the pile of discarded garb. 

His eyes locked on you, bright blue piercing you to your spot, the little rabbit caught by the white tiger as he climbed into the bed. 

“What’s going on?” you asked softly.

His expression softened as he looked down at you, his body hovering over yours. 

“It can wait until tomorrow,” he mumbled, knowing you were not blind to the fact that Rhodolite was hosting a guest. Cupping your warm cheek in his hand, his thumb brushed your trembling lips. 

He pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, the kind of kiss that stole not just your breath but your every thought. His hands tugged at the collar of your shirt, your skin hot on his hand as he pushed the fabric away, eager to leave his mark on your flesh. 

Under the guise of night, Chevalier undressed you, your bodies bare against one another as darkness crept into Rhodolite. War might soon separate you physically, but on every other level, your hearts were joined as one. 

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[dotster001]

Prompt number 8 🥰❤️with chevalier

Hey anon, I hope you like this. Also, I haven't played his route yet, only a couple events, so if he's out of character, I apologize. I hope it's fluffy enough 😭

8. Say something. Are you hurt?

King Chevalier was untouchable. A brutal beast who wouldn't hesitate to cut down anyone who he deemed a threat to him or to you. Not that you believed anyone would have any cause to hurt you. But maybe you were just naive. 

"Pardon me. You're Y/N, right?" A kindly looking servant had come up to you in the library.

"Yes, that's me. Is there something I can help you with?"

"I just wanted to hear for myself if the rumors are true. I hope it's not too forward of me," he said with a calm smile.

"Well that depends, what rumors?" You smiled back. 

This kind of thing happened a lot now that everyone had learned that you were "Belle". People wanted to know what you thought of the princes, why you chose Chevalier as king, what made you special enough to be chosen. And you were happy to answer these questions, as you would want to ask the same things should your roles be reversed.

He sat in the chair across from you. "The rumor I wanted to know is whether or not you have truly tamed "the bloody beast"?"

In Spite of yourself,  you winced. The nickname was well earned, but the more you spent time with Chev, the clearer it was that there was more to him than that.

"I wouldn't say that," you laughed. "King Chevalier is not one to be tamed."

His smile turned dry. "But you are indeed his only weakness. Wouldn't that mean you've tamed him in some way?"

You saw something dark in his eyes, and a shiver flashed down your spine.

"Ha, maybe," you said, standing up and gathering your things, trying to be as subtle as possible. "Listen, I've just remembered that I actually have to meet his highness, and he doesn't approve of tardiness so…"

"I'm afraid I can't allow that," the man spoke calmly. That's when you noticed the other men standing at the other doors of the library. And now they were all drawing their swords.

"You seem very kind, and I'm sorry it had to come to this. It's truly nothing personal, but I have to pay the bills somehow," he pointed his sword directly at your chest. "If you promise not to fight, I'll make this quick."

Bang!

The door to the library slammed open, as Chevalier, Clavis, and their men stormed onto the scene. The look on Chev's face filled you with terror before you remembered it wasn't directed at you. 

The men restrained the ones who had been blocking your exit as Clavis and Chevalier zeroed in on you and the would be assassin.

Chevalier wrapped his arm tightly around you, and grasped your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his.

"Say something. Are you hurt?"

Suddenly, you felt the adrenaline wear off, and began to shake heavily. He picked you up.

"Clavis," he said simply with a nod. You had thought Chev's face was frightening. Clavis' smile was definitely worse.

Chevalier carried you from the scene, up to his room, and gently sat on the bed with you still in his arms. 

He held you tightly, and gently rocked you back and forth, as though he was trying to ground you back to reality, to him. And it was working.

Once you had calmed down, you whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Do not apologize. You are the victim here. The one who will be apologizing is the swine who dared to touch what was mine."

Sometimes Chevalier's possessive behavior could be frightening, but, right now, you were finding it oddly reassuring. 

He gently laid you in the bed, and tucked you gently into the blankets. He placed the pillows under your head just right. Then he moves to leave.

You quickly grabbed his hand, "please stay with me."

Without a word, he slipped under the covers. You moved into his arms, resting your head on his chest, falling asleep to his heartbeat.

As he watched you sleep, he sighed to himself. Maybe you truly had tamed him. The bloody beast of the past would have slain that assassin where he stood, but instead he was here protecting you from phantoms. He pushed a strand off of your forehead and he realized. He didn't mind being tamed if it meant seeing this peaceful face.

[aquagirl1978]

Chevalier + kisses #10 plz?

Thank you for this request anon! How's some soft Chev reading in the afternoon?

Adorably Awkward - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: breathless kisses

Tags: Fluff

It was a sunny, summer afternoon when Chevalier asked you to meet him in the rose garden to read together. The sun was warm on your skin as you made your way to your destination.

He was seated on a bench, nose buried in a book as usual. You stopped for a moment to simply admire him; he looked so calm and peaceful, nothing at all like a Brutal Beast.

You walked up to him, confident and with a smile on your face. With your thumb, you gently titled his face to meet yours. “You were looking for me?”

He closed his book and offered you that gentle smile that always tugged at your heart. “Indeed, I was.” He stood up and took your hand, leading you to a clearing in the garden where you both took a spot on the grass.

Once you were seated, Chevalier laid down and rested his head in your lap. He handed you the book he was reading earlier. “I’m up to page 195.”

“Oh...” you giggled. “I’m reading to you today?”

Instead of answering, he closed his eyes and settled himself on your lap. Opening the book, you turned to page 195, and found yourself immersed in a romantic world where a prince meets his princess in an enchanted forest.

As you were reading aloud, one of your hands drifted to his head, gently stroking his hair. When you lifted your hand away to turn the page, his hand quickly found yours and guided you back, his fingers intwining in yours, his own little awkward way of saying stay here, I like this.

Holding the book in one hand, so as to not upset your lover, you continued to read until you reached a page where there was a folded piece of paper slipped inside. Putting down the book, you unfolded the paper, noting that tiger in your lap was unusually quiet despite your break in reading.

You recognized the beautiful, elegant handwriting immediately, smiling down at your lover and gently scratched your nails against his scalp.

Scrawled across the note paper were three short sentences: Thank you for reading to me. Thank you for loving me. And thank you for letting me love you. You sighed, clutching the note close to your heart, tears stinging your eyes.

Before he could stir, you dipped your head and brushed a kiss on his lips.

“What was that for?” he asked, returning your kiss.

Overwhelmed with love, you pressed the note into his hand, his hand warm against yours. You felt his smirk against your lips as he kissed you harder this time. He pressed you down against the grass, his muscular body towering over yours.

With his kiss, he swallowed your words, your moans, your breath. His touch, his fingertips ghosting your shoulders, your arms, your hands, sent tiny sparks of excitement throughout your body. Your body filled with a warmth for which the sun’s rays were no match. His tongue lingered on your lips as he devoured you, leaving you panting, eager for more.

His kisses were phenomenal, his touch electrifying, but it was his words that left you truly breathless.

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