#Ikepri sariel x reader

[etheries1015]

Dom!Sariel x needy!reader

18+ Minors DNI

for my IRL best friend who is #1 Sariel fan, hope you liked this bestie I love you

General warnings: Fem pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is more forward than MC in-game.

TW: Aphrodisiac, Face fucking, whipping, spanking, Dacryphilia, hair pulling, almost being caught

After not meeting expectations for a recent exam given by the Minister himself and your lover, you were surprised to see instead of his typical chastising, Sariel sits you down with a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, the true punishment lie at the bottom of the teacup... where he snuck a particularly strong aphrodisiac.

"What is the name of the 4th king of Rhodolite, and what is he known for?" A seductive voice inquired, looking down at your naked body stomach down and back arched upon the very desk you had failed your exam on. Your wrists were bound together and your legs spread by the force of Sariels strong arms, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. With your cheeks flushed red and beads of sweat covering your trembling body, it was obvious to any on-looker that you were not focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

"I- urgh-" You whined, "Don't know- fuck..." You let out a high-pitched moan as you tried to move your ass in an attempt to deepen his length inside of you, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that was itching for the comfort of your lover. Sariel 'tsked' and hummed in disappointment, completely removing himself from the warmth between your legs leaving you complaining about his absence. You attempted to move your head to flash him a needy stare, however, he pushed your head back down to the wood with a look of condensation.

"Uh-uh-uh..." Sariel sang, "I did not give you permission to move." You heard the familiar crack of a whip with a stinging left upon your ass that you had become tolerant to. That didn't make it sting any less, though. You yelped in surprise, going to scoot away from the black-haired devil before his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs and roughly pulled you back with his hands. Without saying a word, he whipped you once more with a choked-out sob and moan leaving your body confused between the line of pleasure and pain. He frequented the use of his whip, but with the added sensitivity of the drink he had given you left your body in such a state of desire and sensitivity that it was particularly a strange sensation. The way the stinging left you wetter with every snap of his whip despite the pain it was supposed to bring, the hairs on your body standing on edge with great anticipation of every new mark he left upon your skin.

"This aphrodisiac is far more effective than I gave Prince Keith credit for..." Sariel smiled with satisfaction, using a gloved hand to spread the lips of your entrance and watch as your glistening slick substance dripped from your twitching hole. "If I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken you for a bitch in heat," instead of entering his fingers into you as you had hoped he would, instead you heard footsteps back and you turned your head in an attempt to peek at what he was doing. It was obvious he was teasing you, not giving you the fullness you desired, and completely disregarding your begs and whines. He could tell you were becoming more and more agitated every time he would touch you without gratifying you fully, the annoyance showing in your defiant glare.

Sariel folded his arms and looked down at you with a smirk and eyes of mischief, taking his whip out once more and caressing the handle of it.

"Since that question was so hard, I'll give you another chance. But I caution you to think through it wisely," he hummed, using the popper of the whip to glide gently as a warning against your sore bottom.

"This is- ugh," You huffed, "This is dumb! I'm sorry I got the exam wrong, but this is just cruel," You whined, your arms and knees throbbing from holding your body up, "Please Sariel, please fuck me, It burns, I need something in me..." You whined. Raising an eyebrow, Sariel bit his bottom lip at such a needy and desperate display. It wasn't often you were as vocal with your needs, the filth that was drawing out of your typically collected lips caused him to harden almost in an instant.

"If I simply gave into what you want," He held back his urge to ravish you right then and there, adjusting himself where he stood in front of your face, "Then that would defeat the entire purpose of your punishment. You failed your exam, and now you must pay the price for it...I'm disappointed in you, you know?" He pointed out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head towards his throbbing cock.

"Let us make a compromise, then. If you do well in this task, then I will give you what you want. Does that sound fair?" Without so much as a complaint coming out and only eager to receive what you were craving, you were almost too eager to open your mouth and take in his length. He chuckled at such a pathetically needy display, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him as far as you could go.

"I know you can do better than that," Sariel let out a groan from the back of his throat, gently wiping the tears that pricked the side of your eyes as you attempted to take him further. He used his thumb to rub your cheek with the affection of a man you wouldn't have guessed had tricked you into drinking an aphrodisiac, such small gestures leaving your legs like jelly and your stomach riddled with butterflies.

That kindness was short-lived, and you now realize was sweetness disguised as an early apology for what was yet to come. Pursing his lips and sweat beading his forehead, Sariel seemed to have reached his breaking point as he used both of his hands to grab the back of your head, forcing it down on his cock. He began to fuck your throat with reckless abandon, the sounds of wetness and gagging filling the air and tears streaming down your eyes. Watching you become an entire mess with your makeup smearing and your mixed liquids wetting your lips and cheeks, Sariel came almost embarrassingly fast. He let out a deep and uncharacteristically loud moan as he pulled out of your mouth, releasing himself over your face. You coughed aggressively and didn't have a moment to chastise your lover before he was already pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing your face apologetically.

"You did well," He said with honey coating his voice, "would you like your reward now? Or shall we stop here? I understand I was a bit-"

"Please!" You were quick to answer, "I've been asking you this whole time, please, fill me up! I need you," You whined. Sariel raised an almost surprised eyebrow before chuckling at your neediness and planting a chaste kiss on your lips, throwing the dirtied handkerchief to the side and moving to the other side of the table where your ass remained arched for him, showing off your dripping cunt enticing him to plunge inside. He pulled the top half of your body off of the desk, where your feet were now touching the ground. This made it much easier to have access to you as he pleased, lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance. Rubbing circles around your hole and spreading around your slick, he thrust forward gliding his cock on the outside of your lips to lubricate himself with your sticky substance, another needy complaint coming from you.

"Stop teasing me already and-" Your squabbling was interrupted as fast as it started, Sariel pushing himself all at once deep inside of your drenched pussy. You let out a moan and a shiver of relief, feeling full just as your body had craved. The pleasure was short-lived, for soon after beginning your moans were muffled by a hand shooting over your mouth and his hips stopped his movements against yours. You were about to protest before he whispered in your ear to be silent as footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Nobody was scheduled to be around my office this time...how annoying," Sariel grumbled. You would have put more thought into that statement if you weren't so distracted by his hips slowly and intimately grinding into you, hand still over your mouth.

"I suppose that means you'll just have to be cautious in your volume. If you make a single sound louder than permitted, we will get caught. Do you understand?" Giving him a weak nod simply to appease him, he kissed your head with a "Good girl" prior to his hips picking up in speed. His threats had little meaning as the low voices and tapping feet outside of the room faded down the hallway without even a glance to the door where such sinful acts were taking place, and you were almost certain you were now in the clear. Especially with the way the dark-haired man snapped his hips against yours, it was obvious it was empty words with little regard. He was acting as if he had been the one to drink the aphrodisiac, ironically the man who had done the planning to make you needy was acting as a wild animal drunk on the way your walls clenched down on his cock.

"It seems," He grunted, "perhaps the properties of the aphrodisiac make you much warmer inside...hah..." The slapping of skin filled the room, yet the fear of someone walking in was the least of your worries. He skillfully removed the ties around your wrists before pulling your arms back, lifting the top of your body roughly ravishing you as if he were a man starved of touch for days on end. You were in no better of shape, despite the throbbing of your knees and the film of sweat covering your exhausted body, your mind was blank with nothing but pleasure electrifying from where your lover took his place between your thighs.

tilting his head back and pulling you by your hips against his as he moaned with pursed lips, closing his eyes while his cock twitched inside your walls while your legs trembled with release. High-pitched moans elicited your lips as ropes of cum painted your swollen insides white, Sariel pulling out to watch your body practically collapsed to the ground. He swiftly caught you in his arms, smiling gently and planting a kiss of affection upon your forehead. You panted and looked up at your lover with lidded eyes fluttering shut, Sariel stroking your hair apologetically.

"You did well," He hummed with love honeying his voice, "Shall we clean you up now, my dear? And I believe a true reward is in store for your wonderful performance..."

You really did get the princess treatment afterward. After getting your clothes on he cleans up the mess left behind by your...endeavors, Sariel helped you back to your room where he bathed you and pampered your body with medicine and love. About two hours later with the effects fully worn off, you were lying in bed resting in his arms, talking about the effects of the aphrodisiac and how exactly it made you feel. You complained about the way he teased you when you felt so needy and at the mercy of his touch, the way that your body ached to have him inside of you yet his endless teasing leaving you feeling...well, words that you were not even able to properly convey.

You huffed, noticing the way he seemed to not fully grasp the extreme in which you had just gone through. Frustrated at his lack of understanding, you twisted a proposal to him.

"Next time, You're drinking that fucking potion."

[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!

[omkookie]

⌕:IKEMEN PRINCE UNIT

⌕ : RIO'S VERY OWN LIBRARY. ෆ

YANDERE

Yandere Gilbert HCs

You're finally his / GILBERT

I won't let any man except me be close to you / Gilbert

Make you mine. / Gilbert

Yandere Silvio HCs

Yandere Gilbert / NONCON ⚠️

Are you going to have dinner alone? / Gilbert NONCON ⚠️

Someone flirts with their darling / Silvio, Clavis, Nokto, Luke

Yandere Licht

I'll show you how much I love you / Gilbert NONCON ⚠️

Where has he done wrong? / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

It will just take some time now / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

Kinda SFW

Chevalier adopts a child

You fight a raccoon / Rio, Gilbert, Keith

Vengeance / Gilbert, Chevalier x MC

Jealous Keiths

Queen Michel

⌕ : Seriel's misery masterlist

ANGST

Belle gets badly hurt + Leon's faction

Belle gets badly hurt + Chevalier's faction

SMUT

threesome with Keith Silvo and Gilbert

gilbert and keith thirst

No one will ever love you like your brother /Chevalier, Gilbert

Good boys cum / Keith

Pussy hungry Silvio

catboy Silvio

[art-of-love-and-war]

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

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

[୨୧] — Leon Dompteur

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would never neglect them. 

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

 [୨୧] — Nokto Klein

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I know.” 

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

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

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

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

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

 [୨୧] — Licht Klein

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 [୨୧] — Sariel Noir

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ranscutedoll]

Taking a bath with him. There is a yellow light illuminating the room, a couple of plants around the bathtub and soft music playing in the background as the steam is rising and covers the room. He is seated behind you and you are leaning on his chest as you are sat between his legs. Nothing sexual going on. The two of you talk about your days, and gossip about your coworker who thinks is better than everyone else. It's all very intimate and sweet. He hugs you to him, and and kisses the side of your head.

Rindou, Ran, Draken, Baji, Kuroo, Oikawa, Kita, Suga, Keith, Leon, Sariel, Silvio(?)

Bonus: Chevalier would do that too, but instead of gossiping he would talk to you about historical events he read from his books and analyze the situation from all perspectives

[ashxngrotto]

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

This is a story written for @olivermorningstar from the Secret Santa Event hosted by @lemeowade !!

Warnings: reader being referred to ‘he’, Christmas themed, fantasy AU in Theo’s part, Arranged marriage for Jude, and fake dating for Sariel, also he/him pronounces for the reader!

A/n: hello I hope you like this! ><

𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒐𝒊𝒓 — 𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

“To avoid letting any nobles or princes from the other countries knowing that you’re Belle, we will start dating.”

“W-wait.. what?” He was shocked, didn’t expected that sentence and the devilish smirk.

“Fake, fake dating.” Sariel said it out loud as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “to avoid people spreading rumours and stuff, we will be fake dating, is that all right for you, Belle?”

Oh, anyone would know that they couldn’t say no to that devilish smirk as if Satan himself came waving at you.

So, he said yes.

Sariel is now sorting out documents for Chevalier’s faction, also asking servants to search for Luke for his absence for the whole morning.

“Sariel?”

There he is, no, not Luke, but the “fake partner”. Sariel saw something in his hand, what could that be?

He held out a small present box, the colour is the same s Sariel’s eye colour, a beautiful amethyst-coloured ribbon on top.

He smiled and handed the present to Sariel, and Sariel took it with both his hands,

“What is this?” Sariel asked, his voice filled with gentleness and tenderness as he spoke, no one except Belle himself has ever heard the ‘devil’ spoke so gently.

Inside the box was a snake-shaped pin, and a Rhodolite stone in the middle as decoration.

Belle shrugged as he began, “I don’t know what to give you for Christmas, I know you don’t like sweets that much, and you definitely wouldn’t like roses.”

Sariel chuckled, he was so sweet for thinking and giving him a gift for Christmas.

“So I chose a pin, and it even had a Rhodolite stone!” His voice was filled with excitement as his face lit up with joy.

Sariel’s lips were curved into a delicate smile, he took out a hairpin from his drawer, one that was given to him from the previous king, saying that he may need it for someday, sure, today’s the day.

The hairpin was rose-shaped, also with a Rhodolite stone.

Sariel leaned closer, as he whispered in Belle’s ear like a snake whispering sweet nonsense to its pry.

Sariel began with a soft, but also seducing voice as he began, “this Christmas, and for every Christmas from now on, I’ll give you the devil’s eternal love.”

As he spoke, the church bells rung, signalling it’s another Christmas in Rhodolite but also their first Christmas spent together.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑽𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒈𝒉 — 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝑨𝑼

Theo is kinda like a werewolf vampire in this au ><

“Hondje, come here” Theo sat with his legs open as he patted his muscular thighs signalling you to sit on them.

He sat on Theo’s lap, shifting as he found a more comfortable posture.

“You want something?” He laid his chin on Theo’s shoulder, speaking softly while stroking his lover’s ears.

“Food.” Theo chuckled as his lover pouted, clearly not satisfied with that answer.

“Alright…” Theo placed his hand on his lover’s waist, the other one unbuttoning his shirt, “I feel like I’m craving for your blood.”

His lover blushed, but didn’t stop him from continuing as Theo shed off his shirt, revealing his lover’s bare shoulder to him.

“May I..?” Theo’s fingers were tracing the outline of his lover’s bare shoulder, his lover nodded, giving him the permission.

Theo bit into his shoulder, as his lover softly let out a whimper, no matter how many times they’ve done this, it always feel so good in many ways.

Theo licked the blood away, showing his fangs to him.

“Merry Christmas..” Theo took his lover’s hand in his, softly kissing the back of it.

𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒂 — 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆

Jude was never a gentle person.

“Hey Jude-“ Victor began

“Shut the hell up dumbass”

“Mean as always I see~” although being called a dumbass, Victor still had a charming smirk on his face, his lips curled into an elegant smile.

“I want you two to get married.”

Jude’s eyes widened, the cigarette between his lips fell off.

“What the f-“

That’s how you two got together, but Jude never saw you as a real partner, even after the wedding.

During the wedding night~

Jude’s back was facing you, his chest rose and fell as he slept.

You were still recovering from his previous rough and merciless actions, why did you agree to this marriage?

You saw Jude hanging out with other women, although he claimed it’s for work, you still didn’t believe him.

Why? You’ve tried hard to be a good fiancée, you did whatever what he wanted. And now you’re his partner for the rest of your lives. You’re not even sure will he love you someday.

You started thinking about the previous memories with him:

One time when you tried talking with him,

“Don’t annoy me, I’m working.” He blew the smoke out, and shooed you away yet again.

How many times already? You can’t remember anymore, you’re too tired of being pushed away, so you just tried to ignore this feeling that keeps stinging your heart every time.

“What now?” Jude’s handsome face was in front of you, his calloused fingertips caressing your tear-stained cheeks.

Wait.. when did I start crying? You thought to yourself.

“Thinking about stupid stuff again?” Jude’s voice was nothing gentle, or kind. Like how it always is.

“No I’m not.” You tried arguing, but can’t help to feel sad, why can’t he be gentle?

You began talking about all your unhappiness with him, “I don’t like this, I don’t like it when you’re treating me like a toy-“

“Who said your a toy?” His voice was sharp, but you can see that his eyes were carrying a tiny bit of gentleness, something that you’ve always wanted.

“..but you treated me like one.” You still don’t want to face him, so you looked away, not letting him see your tears-filled eyes.

“Look at me.” He turned your face to look at him directly.

“You’re never a toy,” he said.

You felt him leaning closer, his eyes are now looking at you lovingly, could it be he love you? Wait.. but it’s impossible..?

“You’re my partner.” He continued.

His lips are touching yours, kissing you oh-so-gently, nothing like how rough he was like two hours ago.

He pulled away after a while, leaving you panting heavily.

“I love you.”

His voice has never sound so sincere, he took your hand in his, as he kissed each of your fingertips.

“I, Jude Jazza, promise to love you..” he kissed your thumb.

“And take you as my partner..” he kissed your index finger.

“To have and hold from this day onwards,” a gentle kiss landed on your middle finger.

“For best, for worst, for rich or poor,” now your ring finger..

“In sickness and in health, to love and cherish,” he lips touched your pinky.

Now, he looked at you as if you’re his everything, you know, he never break his promises.

“Until death do us apart.” He kissed the your wedding ring.

He never break his promises, he’s for real.

He’ll never stop loving you, until death do you two apart.

[violettduchess]

Request for your Broken Heartstrings:

Sariel + injury + nightmare? If possible? Please?

Thank you

A/N: The prompt "nightmare" was requested several times so each request will get a shorter fic. The Nightmare shorts will share the same beginning and then change with each suitor.

This short features Sariel x reader

CW: blood, death

Word Count: 913

Sleep found you easily that night, rocking you in its arms until you fell into a deep and peaceful slumber. What dreams found you were pleasant, drifting in and out of your mind like iridescent bubbles following a light breeze. At the moment, your mind has taken you to a far-away beach. White sand is warm under your bare feet. The salty air tickles your nose. The gentle lapping of the waves soothes your body as you sink slowly into the deeper, darker parts of slumber...….except there, off in the distance, something is pulling at the threads of your peaceful dreaming. You try to ignore it but it is insistent. A tugging at your sleeve. A knocking at a door. A chime that won’t stop ringing. The beach fades away, despite your desperate desire to stay in that warm, safe place. The tugging grows more urgent. The knocking grows louder. The chiming fills your mind until you are jerked completely out of sleep’s embrace......to the fitful sounds of your lover in crisis.

Sariel Noir

Being the minister to the royals of Rhodolite is not without its dangers. His closeness to the throne is well known. His influence undeniable. It grants him respect but it also paints a target on his back. He is always careful, has never worried much for himself. But now he sees the error of his ways, too late.

They came for him in the dead of night. That late hour when the moon holds its breath and the stars retreat from shadows that rule the land. The assassins’ blades found their mark, sinking into the form huddled beneath the blankets of Sariel’s bed. Over and over they drank. Sloppily. Greedily. Until the bedsheets ran red. Like wraiths in the night, they vanished, a job well done. Only it wasn’t the palace devil they brought an end to that night.

He returns to his room, rubbing at the knot in his neck as he pushes open the familiar door. The paperwork could not wait and he told you to go to bed without him, not to wait up despite your pleading that you could read in the same room and not be a bother. A tender caress of your cheek, a quick kiss to your forehead and then he had insisted you get some rest. Even disappointment looked beautiful when it was on your face. But you had given in, warning him you planned on holding him close to you, a prisoner to your embrace with no hope of escape when he finally joined you for the night. Those words brought a smile to his lips. He was looking forward to it all throughout his work.

His body knows before he does. He freezes in place the moment he steps through the doorway. His room is too still. Too quiet.

The smell is what hits him first. Iron. Copper. The bedsheets look too dark. His feet move of their own accord, each step taking him closer to the gruesome truth. A sliver of moonlight is enough. He sees the blood, the torn bed sheets, your wide-open eyes.

His limbs suddenly weigh as much as boulders. His knees buckle as he sinks to the carpet, also wet with your blood. They were after him. They wanted him. They stole your life instead and now he is left, speechless, breathless, motionless at the bedside of your destruction. Air sputters from his cracked lips. He tries to say your name. Nothing comes out but strangled gasps.

“Sariel!” His gasping noises were what did it, the thing that tore through your sleep like a shot and exploded you into wakefulness. You say his name calmly but firmly, hands gripping his shoulders. Your voice is a lifebuoy amid treacherous waters, pulling him away from the wet, clinging hands of despair and with one final, soul-shaking gasp, he surfaces into the night, into the pale moonlight of his own bedroom.

His heart pounds inside his chest like breakers upon black rocks, but his gaze finds you, your hands still on his shoulders, your eyes swimming with concern. Your name is a whisper carried away by the wind, lost in the howl of his mind as it tries to reconcile the image of your lifeless body with the real you, the you of right now, your beloved face pale with worry. You’re in his bed, but you’re not…..you’re not….

Suddenly he reaches out, his hands scuttling across your body, anxious and seeking. You’re ok. You’re not hurt. There are no gaping wounds on you anywhere. You’re startled at his hurried touching, at the way his hands fly over you. Normally his touch is like air to fire, spreading warmth and want throughout. But this is leagues away from that kind of touch. It’s only your hands finding his, catching them like lost birds and then holding them against your heart that stops his frantic searching.

“It’s ok.” You repeat the words, gently, your fingers wrapped around his hands, keeping them still and warm. “Sariel….it’s ok.” He blinks his violet eyes, so dark in the wan light of the bedroom. You hold his gaze. You stroke the back of his hands. You nod as his breathing slows. 

He swallows and then reaches for you, falling back into the bed with you in his arms, his embrace a mix of something protective and something afraid. He breathes your name into your hair, turning his cheek to rest it against your head. You wrap an arm around him, placing a kiss above his heart. You don’t ask him what happened. He will tell you when he is ready. For now, you are satisfied that he is breathing evenly, that his heartbeat drums steadily under your ear.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart @bubblexly

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hi! The tsundere reader ask you did for me was soo good so i have to ask, do you write for ike prince? Cuz if you do then can you do one for that as well? Romantic headcanons for this please 🙏 thank you so much:)

Ikemen Prince

Character(s): Clavis, Sariel, Leon

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Who would find themselves falling for a tsundere?

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(My Default), Reader is MC, Romantic, Possible OOC(I've Only Read Yves Route So Far)

I don't take requests for ikepri since I'm still new to the game(and am struggling with motivation to play games in general rn TT), but I do have inspiration for your request so I'm going to do it :3

Thank you again for requesting! I hope you also like this one <3

(Also, you can find what fandoms and characters I write for on my pinned post through the Fandoms + Characters link)

   ➢ Clavis

Clavis being...well, Clavis, he finds ways to tease you at least a few times a day. Mostly to see your reaction, but also to quell that aggressive trickster prancing around inside. He'll premeditate a plethora of pranks and "coincidental" meetings just do everything mentioned above

It's truly not long until he takes a proper liking toward you. His heart honestly gets softer each time he calls you a term of endearment too, as if it's melting into putty. He might get a bit mean once he realizes this, though. Pranks will become a little mean-spirited and the pet names he'd call so sweetly will be dripping in sarcasm...he's definitely still falling for you, he just needs some time before admitting it

   ➢ Sariel

Another person who has a thing for teasing you, though it's a tad different than Clavis. Sariel does well in creating tension and implying things that he can easily wave off as him meaning something else(and then teasing you on what you thought he had meant). He lives up the devil title in many ways despite kindly helping you with your new duties

Most times he'll say and do things to get a rise out of you, relishing in the way you stumble to insult him or attempt to aggressively push him away. But with each day he spends doing so, he finds his words becoming rather...sincere. Perhaps he truly would like to place his lips on more than just your hands; perhaps he would enjoy a midnight stroll through the gardens with you

   ➢ Leon

Unlike Clavis and Sariel, Leon makes it quite apparent that he finds you cute. Utterly adorable, even. He wants to pinch your cheeks like a granny and gush about how hot your face feels in his hands. He'll call you all sorts of pet names before actually settling on one - should he say 'morning, cutie' or 'hey, precious'? Now, despite how open he is with his feelings for you, he's still rather reserved about it. He won't be shouting it to the rooftops, he'll just keep between you and him(and, albeit rare, his faction)

He's well aware of his feelings for you and embraces them as much as he can with his pain and hesitancy, that is caused by such pain. He might be distant from time to time before he fully confesses, but he makes it clear it's not your fault. And when that 'I love you' falls from his lips in the same way he fell for you...it was all worth it

[b4mb1m]

⎯⎯ㅤTORN FEELINGS ( ⭒ )

fandom # : ikemen prince

characters # : chevalier michel , sariel noir , y/n

a / n # : this is a rewrite of the previously posted fic of ' simpleton '

summary # : Chevalier gives y/n a hard time understanding his motive of being a unhelpful. atleast your buddies with Sariel.

Honestly menacing. That's the impression y/n always clung to when referring to the second prince. Chevalier, that man who grazed his eyes over her with a hint of displeasure was not a friendly sight. he would always scoff at her small mistakes and burden her with insults. it was needless, but the prince had found someone to throw his comments at. reminding y/n to feel like a verbally punctured punching bag.

it was shameless of him. he would continue his antics when passing by, her idly chatting away with others in the castle. he would always know how to degrade y/n. make her feel fallen victim to his mentally bruising comments.

their relationship was hard to digress into words. it wasn't necessarily abusive, at least not physically. they weren't on a positive note either, just hatred that spewed through Chevalier. perhaps he was jealous but even so that wouldn't make sense, too immature for him. however, Chevalier would seem to stay a mystery since he would always draw their distance to a close. pushing towards the other and eyeing down. distaste sought his eyes while he looked at her.

during those moments he wouldn't speak a word. no sound ushered. some days he grazed his hand over the other's face. imprinting their features in his mind. it always felt like he wished to make a sculpture of y/n based on these spur of the moment antics of Chevalier. he even let her come into his heart, or more so his private library. stacked across all walls were books of different origins and purpose. stacked in various orders, categorized to Chevalier's favors.

of course, he himself always had to be there, in the library when y/n passed through. he looked on at her, the books she picked out, and her expressions while reading the summary. he always sported an uninterested expression when she looked over to him.

y/n didn't enjoy being accompanied by Chevalier, but as royalty, he deemed y/n, the simpleton, wasn't well understanding of books. foolish isn't it?

as one of the only people to have seen and picked up a few tales that lay on the dusty bookshelves in his private library. it just seemed like another attempt to make her feel bad about herself. sometimes he chimed in to spoil what she was about to read. and by spoil for him it was a full-blown retelling of all the minor details in the book.

as expected demands were thrown to y/n as if she were his maid. clean this, stack this and finish this for me was now a daily occurrence. in his eyes she was as lowly rated as rubbish. Sariel caught on to this but couldn’t talk sense to the man. he played him off with one hand and ignored all the talk Sariel gave him. so Sariel just gave y/n more of a raise and apologized to her on the prince’s behalf. giving her the option to ignore the prince but it wasn’t that easy.

it weirded y/n out at the circumstances she had been given. more so the situation she was now stuck in. it only started as a few simple requests of her assistance.

she was a young girl who chose to live near a pond in the kingdom. it was magnificent, the pond. it always replayed the colors of its surroundings like an oil painting, glistening with the glow from the dropping rays of the Sun. she made a living from upkeeping gardens, and having well-versed knowledge in botanics got her far. that's why Sariel first contacted her.

the letters would always be something to do with their garden and their dire need to have y/n look at it with her own eyes, rather than Sariels attempts to find the corresponding descriptions. and of course, after doing this fairly often she got close with Sariel. he would let her get tours of the palace and look around, even stay for nights or days if needed. they bonded over many topics, whilst having a warm drink to accompany.

the first time she actually came close contact with the second prince was in his library.

it was, to say the least, blooming with the collection of books the sturdy bookshelves held. it was a room just dedicated to the collection's display. and as the girl glazed her eyes upon it she was left shuddering at the sudden presence of a hand on her arm. it was the second prince. he wore a grim look on his face when looking over her face.

he scoffed at her and pushed her away and through the heavy doors. with a snarky comment.

– curiosity killed the cat – as mysterious as ever, she thought.

on his day it was supposed to be a regular visit of hers to look over the garden flowers and if they were cared for. upon arrival she greeted Sariel and immediately headed towards the pristine gates that led to the garden. the magnificent gates were already opened, no sign of the two usual guards she was acquaintanced with. stealing glances over the blooming flowers - poppies, azaleas, daisies and so many more.roses were especially alluring this season, they were a memorable crimson red. if it had rained they were guaranteed to look just like fresh blood. glistening by newly slain victims' blood. tough now they looked unchirped, something y/n always hated. the perception of thorns seemed unclean and she always did the needed work to fix this.

whilst heading towards the roses an outstandish blonde came into view, she knew who it was but begged to be mistaken. Chevalier was seated in the gazebo. his pale complexion studied over the book he was reading. at his side he kept a notebook or perhaps journal, and a pen in his slim fingers. y/n decided to ignore him as best as she could.

now he was ignorant of her, head delved into the book he was reading.

he glanced at her a set of times, but his lips were sealed tight. y/n wanted to glance over at the man as well. when noticing a couple of pricks on the roses she sighed, got up from her crouching position and went over for some tools to take care of the problem.

as y/n was in the delicate shed she let her eyes roam over the walls, the ground, the covered desk, but she was incapable of finding the needed tools.

as y/n slightly edged her eyes to the entryway she saw a glimpse of white. she thought it was just a bird who flew by, but she was far from right on that. suddenly her body was engulfed by a new cologne, only the richest she assumed and felt arms creep around her sides. now there were hands that pressed her body in one small bundle. the grip on her body was unletting and suffocating by nature. just like a snake, starved for nutrients.

– looking for these? – he showed her the tools, laying plainly on his gloved hand. she went to take them from his grasp but inevitably got squeezed more. she tried pressing out of his hold. – what are you acompl-ishing this way? – a gritted reply came from her. he insisted on standing still, immovable. the churning and growling of her stomach was a clear sign of her becoming stunlocked from anxiety.

– do me a favor, simpleton, – he spoke in a brash tone. hands easing around her.

– would you accompany me? – she mulled over what he said. accompany him to where, exactly?

– be more specific, prince. – now Chevalier let her loose, and backed two steps away. – and I thought you were informed. – he smiled to himself, poking at her cluelessness. this angered the lass. and here she hoped he was genuinely being kind for once. y/n started to turn away from the man, noticing the tools he had somehow already placed on the desk behind her. she clutched the instruments between her arms. leaving in small, child-like steps. this made prince charming grin at her antics.

i didn't exactly impliment romantic feelings for either Chevalier and y/n. . .

wanted to write a more angsty story with a mean Chevalier who taunts reader.

[etheries1015]

You never thought you'd see this person again.

Not like you particularly wanted to, either. But there they were, standing in front of the castle begging for your attention. The moment your eyes laid upon them you took a step back and sternly said,

"No. Leave, I have nothing to say to you."

But they insisted.

The princes watched this exchange as it went on, and before they knew it you surprised them all by screaming nearly at the top of your lungs for them to leave, how they wronged you, how they didn't deserve to return to your life. They hadn't seen you in such a state of distress before, not even Rio knew what to do in this instance.

They were quickly escorted away as you ran off a sobbing mess, running into the chest of your suitor and legs trembling as they held you steady. Upon seeing your tears, his eyes darken with murderous intent, and a scowl is painted upon his lips as he uses his strong arm to turn your face into his chest as you sob uncontrollably. With a low growl and hands shaking with anger, he inquired;

"Who did this to you?"

He vowed to... 'take care' of this person, at any costs.

Nobody steals the smile of his beloved, and he will make that abundantly clear to any who dare try.

[riveranova]

Could I request general nsfw hcs for the Ikemen Prince boys pls?

(A/N): Hellooo! Yeah, of course you can - hope you enjoy!

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, i put a lil crack in here too dw

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

Word count: 1.014

Gilbert von Obsidian

i will sit here forever and say: this man is not a top

no, no dont say it - no he isnt

will act like he'll top you only to fucking bend at the slightest bit of pleasure

literally just touch his chest in a slightly sensual way and watch the magic happen

hes absolutely whipped for you so it doesnt take long for him to get hard

also happens at really unfortunate times

,,hello rhodolite, are you sti- ...oh''

i think over half of the fandom hcs him as German

so, because i'm German too, i can FEEL the German words sipping out during sex

just cute little grunts and a little ''verdammt...'' in between

yeah hes the scary man that threats the entire kingdom but in bed - hes the actual little rabbit

i will die on that hill btw

i think he likes aftercare but doesnt want to admit it

just wordlessly cuddle him afterwards and let him be the big spoon and everythings fine <3

Silvio Ricci

cocky bitchass

hes a tease and he knows it

is a big edging fan

like to bring you close enough to almost feel the sweet release - only to stop and ask you whats wrong

WHAT DO YOU THINK; SIR ASSHOLE

he toys with you, yeah but he can be sweet to

CAN be

when you've been extraordinary good that week, he'll consider letting you cum a little sooner than usual

with his cock buried deep inside you and his low voice right next to your ear

i think hes not big with the praise but slips in a little ,,you're doing so fucking good...'' here and there does the trick

wants to have total control, so i think he likes bondage quite a bit

you once ripped the rope in two and this mans ego was up in the sky - he made you do that after all

a dog on the streets and a... even wilder dog in the sheets

Keith Howell

okay so, this ones a little bit different

we have two choices here

cute, shy bottom keith and uh, fucked up top keith

means: mans def a switch

shy keith is really careful not to hurt you

you've got the beeeeeest of both worlds

he is BIG and he has a lot of strength

so when you're on top of him and he grips your thighs - mans leaving marks that wont leave for days

hes just so lost in the pleasure, hes a brabbling mess

is a little too shy to moan loud but after some time hes getting VOCAL

now, alter! keith is completely different

i think hes not into bondage, he'll just hold you down himself

pressed into the matress while fucking you like you're nothing but a toy

he doesnt fucking care if you make too much noise

scream and let everyone know you're his and his only

oh yeah, hes a lil bit possessive. just a lil bit.

Sariel Noir

has a whip and is not afraid to use it

i feel like hes less in for the sex and more for the foreplay

also big on bondage

he ties you up nice and pretty and just watches

hes slowly letting his whip explore your body - not hurting you but also not letting you feel too much pleasure

oh no, this is for him

he loves to watch you struggle agains the ropes or shudder because of his cold whip

he isnt too mean of course

youre not leaving until he fucked you

doesnt bother to untie you, but that doesnt bother you either, right?

hes slow but precise, hitting all the right spots

i swear he could go all night, he just has it in him

hes dealing with eight princes daily, his stamina is from another world

Rio Ortiz

service top, service top, service top

hes just like a dog fr

he'd do anything for your pleasure

against the wall? yes. in the middle of the room? no problem. a quicky behind a fricking pillar? whatever you want.

100% has your name on his dog collar

will eat you out while you pull on his leash

100% knows what to do based on how strong you pull

feels accomplished when you moan his name while cumming

just moan his name in general

hes big on aftercare

whenever its cuddling or taking a bath together, he'd do everything

im so sure that he would slip out of bed (or.. from behind a pillar lmao) to get you some tee or cake or whatever you need

you just need to snap your fingers and he turns into an obedient little dog who would do anything to please you

Clavis Lelouch

this one was a bit hard, tbh

i think hes the kind of guy that would finger you a lot

but just fingering you in bed would be boring, right?

right, thats why sexy time with him is almost always when you're not alone

on a banquet? he sure as hell is going to slip his hand inside your clothes

hey, hes a leg guy! surely the guests will understand that he wants to rest his hand on you thigh!

because thats what they think hes doing

100% exhibitionist

we all know how much he loves showing off his lover

would also fuck you on his balcony at night

theres no chance someone would see you two, but he doesnt tell you

loves to see your face go from ,,fuck, they could see us!'' to ,,fuck it if they see us.''

Nokto Klein

royal whore #1

definetly a top, and a fucking sly one at that

memorized the entire kamasutra

sex with him is never getting old, this man has new position every time you two sleep with each other

his sex drive is h i g h

has no shame either, whenever hes horny he just goes to fetch you

youre cooking? well, now youre not anymore

acts like he would fuck you in public but really doesnt want to

you body getting railed is his sight alone and no one elses

it a fucking tease

much like Silvio, it takes some time before he lets you cum

loves the faces you make and sometimes teases you with them

would 100% counter anything with ,,sure, but last night you didn't seem to mind that much~''

even in public

someone rip out this mans (talented) tongue please

[malachiexists13]

Requests Temporarily Closed.

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[Opinions] Gay or Nay?: Ikemen Series Edition [Opinions] Would I Punch This Character?: Ikepri Edition

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[dotster001]

Yandere Chevalier headcanon please 🥺

Summary:Chevalier x gn! Reader

CW: yandere,physical harm to reader, murder, psychological harm to reader, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, blood, isolation, food and water deprivation, probably more but consider yourself warned

A/N: idk how dark you expected it to be, but this is the brutal beast we're talking about so.... also! I have an in progress series where I look at the Yan journey of ikepri characters after their routes, so if eventually there is a fic that is very similar to this, think of it as a rough draft

When he falls, he falls hard. Not that you'll ever know. To you, he'll always look unfeeling and cruel. Most days you can't help but wonder if he hates you. But it's so far from the truth. For the first time, he's filled with love and warmth. And it's so overwhelming that he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He tries to let you live free for a while. After all, he would fight to the death if someone held him under lock and key. For a while he's successful. Until one day, in his distraction over you, an assassination attempt gets a little too close to you. You aren't hurt. But you find yourself drenched in blood as Chev runs the assailant through. Your haunted face is revealed as the body in front of him crumples. And he realizes that he can't leave you on your own. Not if he's going to be a part of your life.

He thinks he is fine with your hatred. After all, he loves you, and that's what matters. He can't expect you to love him back, not when you're chained to the headboard of his bed. He's used to people fearing and hating him. And yet he's beginning to feel a new feeling. A new, nasty, aching feeling in his chest. When he holds you and all you do is whimper, the ache worsens.

And people begin to notice. Chev, king, and master of his countenance, is cranky. Only Clavis and Sariel know the truth, and while Clavis is initially amused, eventually, even he needs his boss to get back to normal. So, it's not very gentlemanly, but he places a book, that's been secretly popular in the town, on Chevalier's desk unceremoniously. A dark romance, where the love interest succumbs to Stockholm syndrome and falls for their captor. It wasn't an openly popular book, but someone had to be purchasing all those books.

Chevalier had scoffed at his brother's gift, initially thinking it was a joke. But upon further inspection, he realized it was a piece offering. A genuine gift. A piece of advice. If anyone could psychologically break a darling into submission, it would be him.

And he does. It's not perfect submission, he still wants you to be you, but it's enough that you grow dependent on him. Just as before, you can't be sure if he loves you or hates you. And that's the crux of his control over you. If you're good, he'll heave a heavy sigh and give you affection. If you're bad, it will be like you don't even exist in his world. You are dirt. Dust. A bug beneath his feet. Only good darlings get love. Just like every other fool in his life, you're a pawn in his game. You just happen to be a fool that makes him feel butterflies in his stomach.

He doesn't like to hurt you physically. But he will if he has to. Nothing too damaging, part of your appeal is your aesthetic, after all. But if you do something stupid like think you can escape (and all you have to do is think it. He always knows) he might slap you, or hit you with a riding crop. If you make it a step outside of the room, he won't hurt you. But someone you love will be killed right in front of you. And you will be tasked with cleaning it up. If you somehow make it farther than step outside the room (aka, he lets you as a trust test) prepare to be isolated in a cold damp dungeon cell for as long as it takes for you to pass out from lack of food or water. Then he'll nurse you back to health so that all your mind sees is how kind and doting he is.

You can't win against the brutal beast. Geniuses have tried and failed. And one day, when you no longer have the foolish urge to fight him, when the prey finally recognizes it has lost, he might tell you he loves you.

[flash-exchange]

In a Flash vol.2

Masterlist of works created for In a Flash CC. Thank you for participating!

June

One Thousand (And One) Kisses by @violettduchess (One Thousand (and One) Kinds of Kisses; IkePri; SFW; Canon x OC; Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Leon, Nokto, Rio, Sariel, Silvio, Yves; Writing; Multiple Entries)

[""Don't be afraid… If I have learned something from people around you it is that… 'Beloved' is your true name and it will be your name."] by @dicenete (One Thousand (and One) Kinds of Kisses; IkePri; SFW; Canon x OC; Licht; Art)

a source of comfort . . . by @stellari-s (Sparklers/Firecrackers; IkeVil; SFW; x Reader; Elbert; Writing)

A Taste of Bittersweet Memories by @venulus (Kabedon; IkePri; SFW; Canon x OC; Leon; Writing)

Taste of You by @lorei-writes (One Thousand (and One) Kinds of Kisses; IkeVil; Suggestive; Canon x OC; William; Writing)

July

Beyond Seeing by @scorchieart (Screenplay Challenge; IkePri; SFW; Gen Fic; Sariel, Clavis; Writing; Multiple Entries)

[littlekohai77]

Soo..... Yeah... I made another one.

Y'all remember that scene in chev's route where Emma was on a ladder and then fell and chev did nothing and just watched? Yeah, that's where this came from.

Oh and I made this also.

That's Nokto hugging her btw. They have a weird foxes flocking together type of relationship.

Not necessarily friends but more like, the person who carries Nokto back home.

And you can bet your ass that he just wrapped his greasy ass self around her like it's nobodies business all drunk and smelling like "midnight trysts" 🤮. You can't blame her for being annoyed.