#MY BABY SILVIO RICCI

[judesmoonbeauty]

BABY SILVIO - WE’VE GOT A BABY SILVIO EVENT‼️‼️‼️‼️

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!!!!!!! @xbalayage Have you seen this???

[chevlvrs]

HELP THAT'S SO MEAN???

[ezxthan]

IM SOBBING OVER THE FACT THAT RIO PROBABLY WILL NEVER KNOW ABOUT ALL OF THIS

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

I COULD CRY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY COMING HOME YOU HAUGHTY PUPPY

(i got to like 30 smth in the halloween one and never managed neither pity nor 5 card⭐ ... rip vamp silvio 😭)

[dear-sciaphilia]

Younger Version of Ikepri Suitors (???)

Yves please (人 •͈ᴗ•͈). If I'm not mistaken he once said that in the past, he didn't pay attention to his appearance like now, so im kinda curious ...

I thought Cybird will reveal their younger version in gacha, but turns out they're kindly enough to reveal them in main story gc and event card ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Let's look forward to the rest! ＼(^o^)／

[missaengg]

Dirty Little Sleazebag

Day 15 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Prince | Silvio Ricci x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, degradation/praise kink, dominant Emma, submissive Silvio, cunnilingus, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, tiny bit of fluff if you squint Prompts: Degradation/Praise Kink | “Beg me to be gentle.” A/N: Yay! Finally wrote one for Silvio!! ao3 link here.

“...Hah?!”

Silvio stared at you as if you had grown two heads, eyes wide in disbelief. You licked your lips, tentatively staring back. 

You wondered briefly if perhaps you had gone a little too far. You simply wanted a bit of payback for the way he relentlessly teased you the week before, bringing you to the edge of rapture without letting you taste it over and over again until you were writhing in his hands, begging for him to finish.

But the bewildered fury on his face was just too delicious to stop.

“I said, lick it, you rude, arrogant, sleazebag.”

You raised your knee higher from where you were kneeling above Silvio, your foot propped up on the pillow under him, the other knee kneeling by his head.

Silvio’s face contorted into an ugly scowl. “Lady, ya got some nerve tellin’ me what to do while insultin’ me.”

“I will do as I please.” You lowered yourself further in his face so that your cunt was all he could see. “Now, lick my fucking pussy like the good little slut you are.”

Silvio growled, incensed by your words, but he complied, pulling your lacy underwear to the side, sliding that sinful tongue of his up your slit. You shivered delightfully. He never could resist you, not when you were on display, wet, hot, and bothered for him.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you? You like tasting me with that dirty little mouth of yours?” you taunted him, relishing how every word out of your mouth riled him into an angry frenzy.

Silvio explored you like a man possessed. His tongue ran up and down your folds, his teeth nibbling on your tender skin. You bit back your moans, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good his mouth felt. Not yet at least.

“That’s right, worship me with that filthy tongue.”

Silvio growled, roughly jerking your hips closer to his mouth causing your upright knee to buckle until you were practically sitting on his face.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred.

Silvio’s tongue darted along your entrance, flicking the entrance, teasing, but not entering. You frowned. He was trying to take control, but you weren’t going to let him. Not today.

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

Silvio clicked his tongue, his irate grumble audible even with his mouth full of your cunt. You dropped until you were smothering him, holding yourself there until you could hear him sputter before releasing.

“Ya tryin’ to kill me?!”

“I said, fuck me with your tongue.”

“I don’t have to listen to ya.”

You couldn’t see Silvio’s face from under you, but you knew him well enough to know he was glaring at you, a furious blush blooming across his cheeks.

“Is that so?” You pulled yourself up, swinging away from his eager mouth.

You grinned wickedly when Silvio groaned, the loss of your sweet cunt too much for him to bear. He desperately reached for your hips, which you held mockingly just out of reach.

Silvio let out a feral yowl, reminding you of a frustrated baby kitten. “Lady, will ya just come back here?”

“Not if you’re going to be a bad boy.”

You stifled the depraved giggle bubbling up your throat. Silvio’s face was scrunched together like a toddler throwing a tantrum, his need to taste you battling ferociously with his indignant displeasure. It was clear he didn’t know what to do when you flipped the script on him, when you were the one making the demands instead of needy pleas.

“Not a lick of charm,” he growled. “Lady–” You wagged your finger cutting him off. “Are you going to fuck me with your tongue?”

“...Yes,” Silvio conceded resignedly.

“Good boy.” You settled back over his waiting mouth. “Go on.”

Silvio didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you towards him, diving his tongue into you eagerly as far as he could reach. You blissfully sighed. His tongue dragged along the sweet spot inside you that caused your legs to shake and your knees to buckle, and it took almost everything you had to remember to stay propped up on your knees so you didn’t smother him.

The strangled groans coming from Silvio pleased you.

“Fucking me so well with that dirty tongue… ngh… so eager for my sweet cunt,” you grunted, ripples of electricity buzzing through your belly. He was gulping rapidly, swallowing your arousal pooling into his mouth. The obscene noises coming from Silvio, the delicious tingles running up your spine tightened in your belly bolstering you to continue uttering the words tumbling from your mouth. “You like that, do you? Make your master cum… hah… you nasty arrogant boywhore.”

Silvio doubled his efforts, flicking your sweet spot repeatedly with his wet, writhing tongue. You threw your head back. The jolts were coming quickly, building into a tight feverish coil. You trembled, your muscles pulling taut, preparing for the snap of release.

“Faster,” you moaned, the sound coming from deep within your chest. “My filthy… little… whore.”

Silvio sucked hard and emitting a tantalizing, feral growl, nipped your clit, sending you over the edge. The coil snapped, and with a strangled cry, you let go, feeling the spasms of your ecstasy raining down your tense, roiling body. His tongue lapped the sweet, sticky juices spilling from your cunt, greedily catching every last drop.

Breathing heavily, you pushed yourself down along his torso until you straddled his waist.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, futilely wiping the copious traces of you from his mouth with your thumb only managing to smear it even further against his lips. 

You gazed down at Silvio. His normally arrogant blue eyes were glazed over, unfocused and drunk off your pussy. You suppressed the urge to giggle and stroke his cheek. He looked so adorable lying there on the bed beneath you, flushed bright red, chest rapidly rising and falling. 

But you weren’t quite done with him yet.

“Sit up, back against the headboard.”

Silvio obeyed without a word, shifting into a sitting position with his back against the head of the bed. He reached for your waist, but you grabbed his wrists, stopping him before he could place his hands on you. Shaking your head, you positioned yourself over his lap, hovering with enough room so that his tip barely brushed your slit. His brows furrowed, the scowl returning between his eyes, irritated that he couldn’t pull you into his arms.

“Wha–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

“...Hah?”

You melted internally, hiding it under the dominating facade you projected. There was just something so darn cute about how frustratingly bewildered he looked when he uttered that expression, with his wide eyes and wrinkled brow. You could never get sick of it.

“Beg me to be gentle, you naughty boy.”

Silvio’s eyes narrowed, his mouth falling open. “Why–”

You didn’t let him finish. You rose, and without warning, slammed down heavily on his dick, until he was fully buried and your pelvis collided with his.

Silvio yelped, uttering a string of profanities. You would’ve smiled at his reaction, but you were too busy trying to hide your own wince, forgetting how much he could stretch you out if you took him too quickly.

“Woman–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

Silvio stared into your eyes, his brows still clenched together. “No,” he stubbornly snapped. “Would ya–”

You clicked your tongue. “Naughty, disobedient baby.” You pushed yourself off his lap until only his tip remained inside of you and then slammed down again, the sound of your bodies crashing together filling the bedroom.

Silvio choked, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Tch… Woman, you’re crazy,” he sputtered, stunned.

You darkly glowered at Silvio. You thought you’d gotten him to acquiesce, but if this was how he wanted to play, then so be it, you’d play. 

“Talking back to your master, forgetting your place. Can’t have that, can we?” you clucked mockingly. You grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of his head, roughly jerking his head back. “Your sole purpose in life is pleasing me, have you forgotten that?”

Silvio sharply exhaled, glaring at you with a frightening intensity. You glared back. You were certain that hiding under his furious indignant rage was a deranged thrill, you could see it smoldering beneath his glare. Silvio was much bigger and stronger than you. He could easily flip you onto your back and hold you down if he truly wanted to stop.

You dropped your voice to a menacing whisper. “Now, be a good little dog, and beg your master to be gentle.”

The two of you stared at one another, neither party willing to accede. It was a battle of wills, and you weren’t going to be the one to break.

“Be gentle,” Silvio lowly growled.

You smugly smirked. “You didn’t say please.”

“Be gentle… please,” Silvio mumbled.

“I couldn’t hear you.” “Be gentle with me please,” Silvio spat out.

“That’s my good dog. Let me reward you.” You kissed him, deep and demanding, claiming his lips in victory. “You’re going to take me, and you’re going to take me well, aren’t you?” “...Yes,” Silvio answered begrudgingly.

You clenched, rocking your hips against him, smirking at his sharp exhale. Placing your hands on the headboard on each side of Silvio’s head, you picked up the pace, viciously driving your hips into him.

“Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want my cunt to make you feel good?”

“...Yes.”

“Beg me to make you cum.” “Please…” Silvio licked his lips. “Please make me cum.”

Grinning wickedly, you rode him, elated at how his eyes fluttered closed, at the sweet guttural groans he uttered. Silvio reached for your waist again, but you swatted his hands away.

“No touching unless I tell you.” Silvio grumbled in protest, but you felt satisfied when you saw his fingers curl into the sheets instead, tightly clutching the fabric, rutting against you as best he could without leverage, matching your rhythm.

Your own hands gripped the headboard so tight your knuckles turned white. Silvio filled you so completely, you could feel him sliding along your sensitive flesh, your clit brushing against his pelvis with every gyration of your hips, spine-tingling waves of pleasure rolling through your heated body. You gasped, your breaths shallow and erratic. You were losing control, the facade of your dominance slipping, Silvio’s utterances of pleasure only adding to the intensity of the crashing waves.

“Cum– cum for me.” You squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto the last shreds of your resolve, knowing that if you came undone too quickly, he would win.

You felt Silvio tense beneath you. He was close, he was so close, you could feel it.

“Show me how– how much you love my sweet cunt, you– you– rude, flamboyant– asshole.”

With a strangled, guttural growl, Silvio unraveled, twitching as he spilled into you, arching his back and calling your name. You crashed your mouth to his, desperately seeking his lips, on the verge of your own unraveling.

Silvio wrapped his arms around you, burying his hands in your hair, burying his tongue in your mouth.

You burst, dissolving into a puddle of ecstasy, coming undone in crashing waves. 

Kissing Silvio gently, you pulled back just enough to look down into the eyes of the man who drove you insane. You sweetly smiled, brushing back his hair, all pretense of your revenge gone with your release.

“Enjoy that much?” you gently teased, trailing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and to his lopsided grin.

“Woman, what in god’s name just happened?” Silvio nuzzled into your neck, placing a small peck to where he could feel your heartbeat.

You hummed, playing with the hair on the back of his head. “Just a bit of revenge, dearest.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” You chuckled. “Why? Cause you enjoyed it too much?” “Tch…” Silvio blushed, hiding his furiously red face into your shoulder. “I don’t think my heart can handle it.”

You burst into twinkling laughter, shaking in his arms. “We’ll see.”

“...Bitch...”

But you knew he didn’t mean it.

[violettduchess]

A/N: This is my contribution to @cy-inky's One Week Challenge!

Prompt: "Don't smile at me like that", Silvio Ricci, Pirate AU

And yes I agree with @nightghoul381 that the hardest part of this challenge is the 500 word limit 😆

WC: 500 exactly baby

It’s the smell that hits you first, a perfume of musky bodies and the warm scent of stew bubbling on the hearth. You step inside the dockside inn, the sound of your Cavalier boots on the wooden floor growing louder as conversation shifts from a flood to a slow drip. Eyes widen over mugs of frothy ale, spoons pause halfway to mouths. Some patrons sink further into their worn booths, gazes averted. Others stare openly with sharp, gleaming interest. But they all watch as you make your way towards the bar and the tall man sitting at the far end of it. Your chains of gold make as much noise as his do. 

He glances over his shoulder as you approach and you catch the surprised gleam in his sea-blue eyes, like a shiny coin glinting in sunlight. But he turns away, lifting the glass of whiskey he’s been nursing and feigning a nonchalance you know in your bones he doesn’t feel.

“Thought you never wanted to see me again,” he mutters, a quiet snarl in his voice. 

“Can we talk somewhere…..private, Captain?” You have no time to waste.

Silvio knows you well enough to hear the steel in your voice, as sharp as the rapier you wear at your hip. Still, he draws out his last sip of whiskey just to annoy you before setting his empty glass down on the bar with a loud thunk.

He motions for you to follow him, away from the whispering voices, up the creaky wooden steps to the room he's renting. Closing the door behind you, your gaze is immediately seized by his and memories roll through you like sudden waves: 

-your sword at his throat and his slow, fearless smile

-the deck of your ship, an endless sky full of stars

-his golden chains against your bare skin, your hands mapping his lean body

-the fierce fighting between two stubborn souls, two captains of two ships with two very different ideas of what freedom means, you think love, he thinks independence

-your last meeting: a smashed tumbler, you damning him to the salty depths....Silvio walking away without a backwards glance 

“What’s got ya approachin’ a man you said you wanted dead?”

You draw a deep breath. “I’ve found it. Obsidian’s Map.”

The words need a moment to sink in. The treasure map of Obsidian was always considered a myth. But you both believed differently.

And now, you have it. 

“Where’s it say to go?” His words are edged with interest and eagerness.

You run a hand over your frock coat. This is the part you’ve been dreading.

“Alexandrite.” Your jaw clenches. “Don’t smile at me like that.”

He keeps smiling, smug and beautiful and you are doomed.

“You need my ship.”

It pains you to nod but you do.

He steps towards you, a thumb enticingly brushing your chin, dredging up feelings that were never really drowned, no matter how much you drank.

“Seems like you gotta convince me……Captain.”

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[clavissionary-position]

Emma: (deciding on names for her baby boy with Silvio)

Emma: Anthony.

Silvio: Antonio Ricci sounds like a guy pretending to be rich.

Emma: George.

Silvio: Giorgio Ricci? What's he gonna do? Make suits for a living?

Emma: Gregory.

Silvio: No one called Gregorio Ricci is getting a spot in my will.

Emma: Silvio.

Silvio: Silvioio Ricci is the stupidest name I've ever heard.

[oigimi]

. cookies .

. silvio x reader . 892 words . fluff one-shot .

Christmas was always my favorite time of year. Snow covering the world like powdered sugar on a pastry, peppermint and chocolate scents greeting my senses like an old friend, the surge in joy the entire world experienced at once. It was just beautiful. A time to share with your family and friends, a time to celebrate and eat good food, a time to remind everyone in your life how much you love them. Why wouldn’t I love something so magical?

Something else magical was the fact that I actually had a boyfriend this holiday season! His name was Silvio Ricci, and when we first met, I don’t think either of us actually envisioned dating one another. His initial pompous, bratty attitude made me angry, and he treated me like a nuisance. Time, however, shoved us forward into one another’s arms, and a feeling of understanding was born. Something within us shifted, and in the span of weeks we’d gone from bickering in each other’s faces to making out in his bedroom. He was my first in a lot of ways, and now he’d be my first holiday boyfriend.

Silvio confessed to me he’d never really done a lot of holiday things with his family. None of the Christmas decorations, or movies, or light viewings, or anything most people did around this time of year. This, obviously, could not stand. As long as Silvio was with me, he was going to celebrate the holidays the way they should be! He was going to have fun and feel that warm feeling in his chest when someone thanked him after receiving a special present. Some activities would be a lot of fun, like Christmas movies, but I had one particular idea in mind.

In front of me was a tub of dough balls that I had made the previous night. Silvio and I were going to make cookies together, and he was going to love it just like I did!

“Ay! I’m here!” Silvio called, opening the door. “(Y/N), you here?”

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen! Come on!”

Silvio entered the kitchen and widened his eyes. “Are we gonna be using that whole thing?” he asked, staring at the dough.

“Of course! I made it. We might as well use it, right?” I turned around and rummaged through the drawer, pulling out an apron. “Here, put this on.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Huh?” Taking the apron, he looked at it and slipped it over his body. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Have you never worn an apron before?”

“No,” Silvio grumbled. “Never had a reason to.”

Nodding slowly, I led him towards the kitchen table. “Well now you have a reason. Alright, so you’re gonna need this.” I handed Silvio a kitchen roller, and he inspected it closely. We sat down and I plucked the dough balls out of the tub.

“So what you’re gonna do is roll the dough flat and hand it back to me. I’m gonna put this walnut mixture in it and fold it! Your only job is to roll the dough.”

He looked at the dough ball and put it on the tray in front of him, starting with the roller. “Uh…”

“Ah, too thin. Don’t flatten it too much!” I advised. “Here, let me show you.” I put some sugar on the roller and the tray, gently grabbing his hands and rolling the dough with it. “There you go! Not too much pressure, but just enough.”

Silvio turned to me and gave a small smirk. “Well thank you, baby.” He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. “Alright. Let’s make these.”

I kissed him on the head and sat back in my seat, watching him attempt to roll out some dough. “Ah, that one’s good! Here, hand it over!”

He did so, and I finished it, putting a nut mix in it and pinching it closed. “Our first cookie done. Alright, let’s keep going!”

The both of us kept at it, working our hands until they cramped and making a mess of dough and confectioners sugar. Every time I looked up, Silvio’s brow was furrowed in serious concentration. He rolled the dough with care and routinely powdered the tray and roller with sugar so as to keep it from sticking. I couldn’t help but smile, and I let out a small chuckle.

“Hm? What are you laughing about?” he responded, growing a smile of his own. “Is there somethin’ on my face?”

“No, not at all! It’s just that you’re doing really well for a complete first-timer. And you’re taking this so seriously. It’s… it’s really nice. I didn’t know if you’d enjoy this or not.”

“Tch, what are ya talking about?” Silvio’s face pinkened a little. “I mean, if it’s something you wanna do of course I’m gonna wanna do a good job.” He looked back up at me. “You get so happy talkin’ about these things, you know.”

“Do I?” I grinned and shrugged. “Well I get even happier talking about you.”

He stood up from his chair and pulled me up with him, lifting me up onto the counter. 

“Silvy!” I laughed, hugging his shoulders. “Come on, we still have cookies to make!”

“We’ll get back to them in a second. I’ve got my eyes on somethin’ sweeter.”

[mxrmaid-poet]

bot update: october 26 2024

hiii happy last week of October! I got most done at the end of the week and I may or may not take a break to get some homework done 👹

requests ~

liam & harrison

soooo user is a new member of the scala and is also a member of a rival group to crown, they encounter user in an alleyway.

alfons & elbert

this is the third so far! alfons stumbled upon user who is actually Elbert’s half-sibling, they share the same biological father (route spoilers) soooo he brought Elbert to meet them.

I actually got sad writing this, I can’t imagine what would go through Elbert’s head if he found out he had a secret half-sibling, related through such a shitty person that is his biological father 💔

silvio ricci

this is little mermaid inspired! enough said :))

chevalier michel

this is a modern AU where Ikepri is a TV series and chevie and user are co-stars. they are rehearsing their scripts together.

look how cute and perfect my example convos went!

yves kloss

they get a small break from work and are having a self care day. (alsooo I’m so sorry, requester! I forgot that you mentioned modern and this takes place in the story 😭😭)

chevalier michel

and yes I am running out of photos that as soon as I saw this i snatched it. but in all seriousness if yall r gonna send me a chev request, link me to a new image cuz I am running now —- YALL can even make art

this is chevalier with his own one-year-old baby girl. user and her are waking him up to breakfast 🥺

MASTERLIST

[judesmoonbeauty]

*GASPS*

AGDJFKLGKGKFLAJSHFJJFK!!!

My cutie cuite cuppy cuppy cupcake sweetie pie 💕

[lixin428]

Ikemen Prince( Ricci family shenanigans) May have spoilers

FEDERICO RICCI (First prince)- Silvio’s copy with MC’s demeanour

LAURENT RICCI ( Second prince)-MC’s copy with blue eyes and Silvio’s demeanour( Loves money)

ALESSIO RICCI ( Third prince)-MC’s face with dark blue hair and blue eyes and mix personalities ( The most attractive but is really good in fights)

SILVIA RICCI (Only princess and child no.4)- Silvio’s copy with MC’s personality

RICCARDO RICCI (The baby and a late bloomer)-MC’s face with Silvio’s colourings

A/N: Five children cause why not? You will know once you read Silvio’s epilogues

ACT 1: THE ‘MERCHANT ‘ OF BENITOITE

STARRING: Rio, Federico(10), Laurent(9), Alessio(7), Silvia(4), Riccardo(0)

“ Must I take this role?” Rio, the ‘babysitter’ of the day, smiled tensely as he met the children’s gazes which were filled with enthusiasm.

“Of course! You are the tallest among all of us!” Alessio replied back with a smirk while he adjusted the eyepatch that Rio was forced to wear right now.”Ok, perfect!” 

The other children began to comment on Rio’s eyepatch, “ Wow, he looks like Gil” Hearing their comment, Rio could not help but frown, “ Don’t call him that. He is a world calamity so it is Emperor Gilbert for you all.” “ Why not? We have wars all the time anyway, might as well make use of him to gain some profits.” Laurent argued. Despite his uncanny resemblance to Emma, he has the exact same annoying attitude as his father so he was always the major source of headache for the adults. Rio sighed before he asked “so...what is the storyline for today’s show?”

“It is...” Laurent began.

The room went silence.

“The Merchant of Benitoite!” He finished with a grin, “Laurent Ricci’s edition of Mama’s book! Now all of you bow down to me! Hahaha!”

“...”

“Moron.”

“Nonsense, over my dead body.”

“I don’t want to do it.”

“Goo...goo”

“Hey!” Laurent shouted, his face turning red.

“Whatever. Let’s just start! Silvia!”

Silvia, who was at a corner, snapped the board, saying the word’Action’

Federico started first, “ Once upon a time, there was this wealthy merchant whose wife and son were kidnapped by a gang who demanded a huge ransom from the merchant...”

“Hey, gang boss! I brought the money, so give lady and my son back!” Laurent yelled, pretending that there was a door for him to kick like how he usually did.

“Laurent! You don’t call your wife ’lady’!Follow the script!” Alessio hollered.

“So? I heard that Father called Mama that!”

“Boys! How about let’s just change the plot a bit? Also, Laurent, you should not call your wife that, are we clear?” Rio said in a firm manner as he placed both hands on each boy’s shoulder.

“But...!”

“Are we clear?” Rio smiled, but his tone was dark.

‘Yes...Uncle Rio.” Laurent nodded, not daring to continue.

“Good, now let’s go back to the plot.”

“Ok...so,” Alessio paused before he continued, “ what profit can we gain from setting them free?”

“Well, you got the ransom?”

“But we can just kill you and sell all of your organs. We can gain even more profit from it.” Alessio threatened with an evil smirk, taking his role seriously.

“Er...boys?”

“Wait...it is a good idea! Kill them right now!” Laurent grinned, taking his toy sword from his sheath, “ but I will kill the pirate first!” He then pointed his sword at Rio before charging towards him.

Puzzled, Rio’s eyes widened. “What? I am a pirate now? Why the sudden plot change?”

“Cause you asked for it,” Federico stated as he face palmed.

“Damn you, Laurent! Follow the script for god’s sake!”

“Alessio! Language!” Rio chided while dodging Laurent’s upcoming blows.

“Wait! Riccardo is trying to say his first word!” Silvia exclaimed, holding Riccardo whose lips was trying to form words. Hearing the announcement, everybody stopped what they were doing and stared at Riccardo.

“D...da...damn..damn!”

Silence enveloped the room.

“Alessio!”

He was so dead.

It was an usual day at the Benitoitian palace when both the king and queen were not around.

The writing is shitty IK.

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Against the Tide - Two

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Previous Chapter: One | Next Chapter: Three

Summary:

"With the way you run that mouth of yours, it's a wonder you hear anything at all."

What he's said is nothing different from what the men at the docks used to say before they knew her well enough to call her a friend: personal, well-timed insults that jab into her side like little metal barbs.

It infuriates her.

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“But why do we have to go?” She knows her mother’s patience is running thin - Olivia has been pestering her for the better part of an hour now - but she can’t stop herself. “I don’t want to leave Vora and go live in another place. Why can’t we stay here?” 

Exasperated, her mother shakes her head. “Why don’t you go ask your father?” She sighs, turning her face away from Olivia. 

For once Olivia does as she is asked. She senses that her mother is genuinely annoyed and that any further attempts to get her questions answered will only yield a scolding.  She trots out to the garden, where her father is sitting. There is a sheaf of paper in his hand, but his eyes are staring up at the blue, cloudless sky. 

There is a part of her that wants to stay silent and keep watching him. Her father has always looked most at peace when he’s staring at the sky. “Papa?” She calls softly. 

He looks over at the sound of her voice, his face breaking into a wide smile. “Livvy-Love,” he says, motioning for her to join him. “Your trousers are dirty. Did your mother send you outside to keep me company?” 

She climbs up into his lap, settling herself in the circle of his arms and looking happily up at him. “I think I was getting on her nerves,” she says. “I think I asked too many questions.” 

Her father laughs. “Oh? And what was my little adventurer inquiring about today?” 

“I asked her why we have to leave,” Olivia says. “Is it because of the new baby?” 

Surprised, her father looks down at her. “No, my love, that isn’t it.”

“Then what is it?” 

She can feel the way her father’s chest rises and falls beneath her shoulder. He’s drawing in a deep breath, and Olivia knows that means he’s about to tell her something very serious. 

“You’re very smart, Olivia,” he starts solemnly, his brown eyes looking deeply into hers. “I know you’ve noticed that things here have gotten a lot quieter and a lot more peaceful.” 

Olivia nods. “Yes… that means the war is over, right?” 

“That’s right,” her father agrees. “It means that the fighting between Vora and Clario has come to an end.” 

“That’s a good thing… right? You said that no more people would have to die if Vora and Clario stopped fighting.” 

“That’s true,” her father nods. “But sometimes, in order to get one thing, you have to give up something else. You know… the way you must trade money for things at the market.” 

She scrunches up her face. “I don’t understand. Does that mean we had to give money to Clario to stop the fighting?” 

“Not quite,” her father chuckles. He pauses, growing somber once more. “But we needed to give up something else. Clario wants to make sure that this peace between our countries will last and that there will be no more war. They decided that the best way to do that was for Vora’s leader and Clario’s leader to work together at ruling both countries. With that arrangement, it was agreed that Vora’s leader would live in Clario.” 

“Vora’s leader,” Olivia repeats. She’s silent for a few moments, and then: “That means you,” she concludes slowly. 

“That’s right.” 

She shakes her head. “But how does that help?” 

There will be time enough, he thinks, for Olivia to learn the nuances of politics and what things are involved in ruling a country. For now, he wants her to stay as worry-free as possible, and so he swallows the bitterness of the words he wants to say, burying them in his heart. 

“It means that I can be closer to the leaders of Clario in order to work with them and keep the peace between our country and theirs,” he answers her, keeping his tone light. “And the hope is that someday, our family and the King of Clario’s family will join together and unite the countries permanently.”

She looks at him curiously. “How is that?” 

“Well, the King of Clario has a son that is a little younger than you,” her father says. “Maybe if the two of you become friends…”

“I won’t if he’s mean,” she says decidedly, crossing her arms and raising her chin. 

Her father can’t help but to laugh. “Livvy-Love, never change who you are… alright?” He squeezes her close in a bone-crushing hug. “My brave, sensible girl.” 

--

“I sent Grimm back there to find you,” Prisca says when Olivia re-emerges. She looks at the parcel Olivia is cradling in her arms. “I’m guessing he did.” 

“He did,” Olivia says happily. 

The older woman raises an eyebrow at her. “Oh, it’s rare for you to look this happy, even in your element,” she teases. “He wasn’t back there long, but maybe it was long enough.” 

Olivia wrinkles up her nose. “Prisca…”

“I’m just joking,” Prisca laughs. “The way you get so wound up, a body would think you’re not interested in men at all.” She pauses, looking closely at Olivia. “Oh, is that what it is? Should I be sending women your way instead?” 

This time, Olivia laughs. “Thank you for being considerate enough to ask,” she starts, “but no. I’m not… actually interested in anyone right now.” 

The tavern owner looks at her shrewdly. “Mmhm.”

“You think I’m lying,” Olivia surmises.

“I never said that.” 

“You didn’t have to,” Olivia replies witheringly. 

Prisca cocks her head to the side. “You really aren’t the slightest bit interested in Prince Silvio?”

“Why would I be?” Olivia asks. “He’s rude and arrogant and a complete jackass.” 

“I suppose you think I’d be interested in a woman who dresses, walks, and talks like a man? Can’t keep her trousers clean and doesn’t know what a comb is, let alone a corset?” 

She whirls at the sound of his voice, mouth open in disbelief. He is standing in the doorway of the Sundance. “You---” She shakes her head. “I’m surprised I didn’t hear you come in, the way you clang around like a bag of nails,” she mumbles. 

The Crown Prince of Clario sneers at her. “With the way you run that mouth of yours, it’s a wonder you hear anything at all.”

What he’s said is nothing different from what the men at the docks used to say before they knew her well enough to call her a friend: personal, well-timed insults that jab into her side like little metal barbs. 

It infuriates her. “Did you come here for a reason?” She glares at him. “Because if not, I’m sure there are at least half a dozen empty-headed women clamoring for your attention outside. You know… the kind you like.”

He turns the corners of his mouth up into a nasty smile. “Be careful not to make those faces too often. You’re starting to turn into a hag.”

Olivia’s blood is boiling in her veins. Her mouth is open and she’s taking a lungful of air when Prisca puts a hand on her arm. “Livvy, I’ve got some deliveries for the boys,” she says pointedly, a soft warning in her gaze. “Would you mind making those runs for me?” 

She tears her eyes away from Silvio and looks at the older woman. “Of course,” she says, with great effort. “I’d be happy to get some fresh air.” 

--

“She’s ugly,” the little boy complains. He does nothing to mask the disgust in his face, nor does he politely lower his voice. He stands between his father and mother, arms crossed over his chest and his blue eyes looking at her with scorn. “What’s wrong with her hair? And why is her skin so dark?”

Before any of the four adults can say a word, Olivia has stomped her foot. “What’s wrong with your hair?” She snaps, sticking her tongue out at him. “You’ve got old man hair.” 

“Shut up, peasant,” he screams. 

The queen pinches his ear between her thumb and forefinger, and he shrieks. “Silvio, mind your manners,” she hisses. “Lady Olivia is our guest.” 

“I never asked her to come,” the boy wails, trying to free himself from his mother’s grasp. “She’s ugly,” he says again. “I don’t want to be her friend.” 

“I’m not ugly,” Olivia rebuts, her hands on her hips and her chest poked out. “You’ve just never seen people from Vora before. Our island has some of the most beautiful people in the world,” she says proudly. 

The little boy with the blue eyes and silver hair stares at her. He seems to genuinely be at a loss for words. Olivia knows it’s likely he wasn’t expecting her to stand up for herself in the face of his insults. 

I bet he’s used to people just shutting up and kissing his butt just because he’s the Crown Prince, she thinks to herself smugly. That’ll teach him not to mess with me. 

Olivia’s father hides a smile behind a cough. “Perhaps we should let the children play together and get to know one another,” he suggests. 

“Papa,” Olivia whines.

“I’m sure Prince Silvio would love to hear some things about Vora,” her father prods her gently, a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “After all, he’s never been there, and is probably wondering what the best parts of it are. Wouldn’t you like to tell him?” 

She knows what her father is asking. The adults need to talk without us, and the best way to do that is to push us together. 

She tries not to sigh. “Fine,” she offers. She looks back over at the haughty little prince. “But if he calls me ugly one more time, I’m never speaking to him again.” 

He pushes his bottom lip into a pout, but says nothing. 

--

“You were going to tell me something earlier,” Olivia starts, setting the case of whiskey on the desk in Murph’s captain’s quarters. “But you didn’t want to go into it in front of my sister.” 

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Didn’t seem appropriate at the time.”

Olivia sinks down into his chair, putting her hands behind her head and her boots on the desk. At Murph’s raised eyebrow, she shrugs. “You do this all the time.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes, taking a seat across from her. “Word has it that the rich bitch lost a ship out near Mecre,” he starts. 

“Lost, as in…?”

“It was pirated,” Murph finishes for her. “Whole ship went down in a fire. No idea what happened to the crew, but all the cargo disappeared.” 

Her eyes widen. “ No … what was it carrying?” 

“Buncha stuff. Spices, fabrics, some alcohol… I’ve heard it rumored there were weapons too, but nobody’s talking about that.”

Olivia purses her lips thoughtfully. “And let me guess. The fingers are all pointing in one direction.” 

Her friend nods. “Word is, the Crown Prince has done everything but outright accuse him.” 

“What’s stopping him?” 

“My guess is the rumor of weapons,” Murph says slowly. “If there really were weapons on that ship, he can’t admit to the loss. Especially if whoever took the weapons opted to keep ‘em instead of sell ‘em… which means he’s not just gonna hurl outright accusations around. He’s gotta be careful.” 

“Grimmjow didn’t do it,” Olivia says firmly. 

“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure of that?” 

“It’s not his MO,” she asserts.

“He’s a pirate, Livvy,” Murph laughs. “That’s kinda what he does. You know, pillage and plunder and all that.” 

“He’s a merchant,” she corrects him stubbornly, “and I would bet money that he didn’t do it. And anyway, he would never burn a vessel. People might not want to admit that, but everybody knows it’s true… he’s got too much respect for the craftsmanship to do that.” 

“Okay, you make a good point with that last bit.” Murph looks at her closely. “You really believe he didn’t do it,” he says after a moment. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Dunno,” he shrugs again. “Just thought you’d be more inclined to trust the guy you’ve known longer.” 

Her brows furrow. “He’s an asshole,” she mumbles. “And knowing him longer just means I have more reasons not to side with him.” 

“Ouch… I see I touched a nerve.” 

“It’s nothing,” Olivia sighs, softening her voice. “It’s just… after all these years, he still knows how to get under my skin.” 

“Yeah, well… in another lifetime, he might’ve been your husband. Isn’t that what they’re supposed to do? Get under your skin?” 

She drops her feet from the desk, sparing him a backward glance on her way out. “He was never going to be my husband, Murph.” 

--

“What’s the word, Princess?” 

Olivia rolls her eyes. “I really wish you would stop calling me that,” she sighs. “You know I’m not a princess.”

“I know,” he laughs. “But whenever I call you that, you get all wound up, and I like to see that.” 

She sets his crate of spirits down near the door. “Got your whiskey.” 

“Mm,” he nods. “You come to ask me ‘bout those rumors?”

“Maybe you really do think I’m a princess,” she muses, “if you think all I do all day is gossip.” She turns to go, but his hand on her arm stops her. 

“Have a drink with me,” he murmurs. 

“Grimm---”

“C’mon, just one,” he needles at her. “Promise I’ll have you home before dinner, yeah?” 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she says softly, her eyes on his hand. He’s still holding her by the elbow. He’s close, close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating off of him. 

“Yeah,” he exhales, his breath warming her cheek as his blue eyes stare down at her. “But you’re the only one I mean it with.” 

--

“When are you gonna give in, hm?” The way he watches her over the rim of his glass reminds her of a cat. She’s never seen a big wildcat like the one painted on his ship’s sails, but she imagines that’s what they look like when they stalk their prey: contemplative, careful, thoughtful. 

She takes a sip of her whiskey. “Give in to what?” She asks, relishing the way the amber liquid burns in her chest as it goes down. 

“You know what.” His words are quiet, measured. “You ain’t givin’ it to that rich bastard, so why not let me have it?” 

“It’s not some sort of prize, Grimm,” she laughs. “Besides, you don’t need it. You get plenty on your own.”

“Ain’t a matter of needin’ it, Sae… although there’s a case that could be made for that,” he chuckles. “Maybe wantin’ something bad enough is the same thing as needin’ it, hm?” 

She shakes her head. “You only want it because you can’t have it.” 

He pushes out of his chair, crossing the cabin in a few short strides. When he sits on the bed next to Olivia, she exhales deeply in an attempt to keep her breathing even. “Don’t say that,” he laughs quietly. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings, talkin’ like my desire for you ain’t genuine. Although I can’t deny that I’m dyin’ to make that dog prince asshole jealous.” 

Incredulously, she stares at him. “Make him jealous? Have you knocked your head on something?” 

“Not lately,” he laughs. 

“Then why would something like that even come out of your mouth?” 

He shrugs. “I see the way he looks at you when you ain’t lookin’.”

She swallows dryly, then lifts her glass to her lips to take a swig of whiskey. “You… must be seeing things,” she whispers. 

Grimmjow lifts one hand, letting it drift up to her collar. His fingers are warm to the touch against her flushed skin. She bites down on a moan, even as her eyelids flutter closed. He slides his hand further up, his fingers massaging her nape. “All he ever does is piss you off, Sae,” he says softly. “I can do much better than that.” 

“You… tease,” she manages, with great effort. 

He looks back at her, his blue eyes surprisingly serious. “Do you want me to stop?” 

She bites her lip, hard. She’s afraid that if she opens her mouth, the only thing that will come out is the word no. 

It only makes him laugh, and he withdraws his hand from her neck, leaving her skin feeling strangely bereft in the absence of his warmth. “You’re right,” he says nonchalantly, downing the rest of his whiskey in one long pull. “I should stop teasin’ you, huh? Maybe if I do, you’ll take me seriously one of these days.” 

She doesn’t know what to say to that. 

He stands up. “It’s gettin’ dark. I’ll walk you back.” 

--

“I’ll take a whiskey,” he starts, “and her.”

The man sitting at the bar is the one speaking; he’s pointing at Olivia, grinning at her in a way that only serves to highlight how handsome he is. Prisca follows the line of his finger. When she sees who he’s pointing at, she laughs. 

“Oh, Grimm, you can have any girl in the house but that one,” Prisca tells him, amused. “She’s not for hire.” 

“No?” He raises one pale blue eyebrow, that handsome grin still pulling at his lips. His blue eyes land on Olivia again. “Damn.”

Those same bright, blue eyes follow her the rest of the night. He isn’t leering at her like some of the men do when they come through the Sundance for the first time; nor is he casting dirty looks at her dark skin and tightly curled hair. His eyes are curious, openly watching her. It makes Olivia so flustered that she finally confronts him. 

“I’m not a side show,” she snaps. “You should stare less.” 

“I should,” he drawls. His tongue darts out, tracing the rim of his whiskey glass. “But staring is more fun.” 

“What’s so fun about it?” She asks irritably. She’s arranging the thoughts in her head like ammunition: collecting harsh words that she’s had to throw at other patrons of the Sundance since she started working there. Words that will let him know she isn’t ashamed of the way she looks, and where he can go if he plans on insulting those looks. 

“I like lookin’ at you,” he shrugs. “I think you’re pretty.”

His words catch her completely off-guard, and she goes silent, utterly speechless. 

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’m not gonna make a move,” he laughs. “And if you really want me to stop lookin’ at ya, then I will.” 

“You could be less obvious about it,” she mumbles, her face still warm from his unexpected and unabashed compliment. “Take a hint from all the other guys who stare and don’t let me catch you in the act.” 

“Why?” He peers closely at her, his blue eyes bright with amusement. “Half these bastards in here are lookin’ at you like you’re some kinda circus act, and the other half are sneakin’ looks at you ‘cause they like what they see but don’t want their buddies to know.” He shrugs. “I don’t fit into either of those slots - I find you pretty and I ain’t embarrassed about it, so why should I try to hide it?” 

His words shock her for the third time that night, and she gapes at him. 

“Didn’t think I’d notice, yeah? Tch. ” He clicks his tongue, his gaze sweeping over the crowded tavern. “Well, you can always tell the ones that don’t go far from home. They’ve never been to Vora, or Baiz, or Mecre.” He looks back at her again. “If I had to guess, I’d say you come from Vora, right?” 

It makes her smile, to hear the way he pronounces the name of her home. It’s perfect, she thinks. He says it exactly the way we say it. “Yes,” she tells him truthfully. 

“I’m Grimmjow,” he offers, holding his hand out for her to shake. “Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. My ship is the one with the panther on the sail. The Hellcat is her name.”

“I’m Olivia DuBois,” she says, shaking the proffered hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Captain Jaegerjaquez.” 

He laughs, and it is a raucous thing - loud and long. “Just Grimmjow’ll do,” he says, when his laughter has subsided a bit. “Prisca here calls me Grimm. You can too, if you want.” 

“Okay,” she says, unable to help her laughter. It seems that laughter of his is contagious. “Grimmjow.” 

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A Playlist inspired by Silvio. This baby is ready to go. There is one for Rio too if you look for the Spotify tag in my blog.

*All my playlists are just for fun, that's why they are a bit on crack. I saw some people found this one before sharing here.

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Ikemen Prince Songs

Some songs that make me think of the Ikemen Prince characters. A few songs taken from this post because I really liked the fit. :)

Jin Grandet: 

I'll Fight - Daughtry 

The Only Exception - Paramore

Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

Chevalier Michel: 

You Should See Me in a Crown - Billie Eilish 

If I Didn't Care - The Inkspots 

Perfect Isn't Easy - Bette Midler

Clavis Lelouch: 

Stand Out - Tevin Campbell

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift 

Tubthumping - Chumbawamba 

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Leon Dompteur: 

Enchanted - Taylor Swift 

Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch 

Far From Home - Sam Tinnesz

Yves Kloss: 

Go The Distance - Roger Bart

911 - Lady Gaga

Licht Klein: 

What I've Done - Linkin Park 

Carry On My Wayward Son - Zoe Fuller

Nokto Klein: 

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

I'll Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Luke Randolph: 

Teddy Bear - Melanie Martinez 

Unknown Soldier - Breaking Benjamin 

Family Line - Conan Gray 

I'm Afraid I'll Go to Heaven - Moon Walker

Rio Ortiz: 

Beautiful Soul - Jesse McCartney 

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

Sariel Noir: 

The Boogie Man - Todd Rollins 

Lions and Tigers and Bears - Todrick Hall

Silvio Ricci: 

Buy the Stars - MARINA 

Nice Guys - Chester See 

Expensive - Todrick Hall

Keith Howell: 

Painting Flowers - All Time Low 

Plant Life - Owl City 

In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier

Gilbert von Obsidian: 

Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier 

Control - Halsey

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Damn Mutt (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: Silvio Ricci x MC Summary: An unexpected furry edition to their family has Silvio on edge, and he isn't quite sure how to react.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Swearing

A note from the author: @xbalayage happy Friday, enjoy some Silvio

“...What the fuck did ya bring home?”

Silvio’s brash voice rang out in the quiet room, urging her to rush over and quiet him by shoving her hands over his mouth and looking at him with a frantic look in her eyes. “Quiet, you’re gonna wake her.”

“I don’t care if I fuckin’ wake it,” Silvio grasped her hands, removing them from his mouth so he could speak freely once again. “It’s goin’ back.”

She gasped, her eyes shining in devotion as she gazed at him. “She’s not going back, I love her.”

“Ya already have one rotten mutt in this palace, we don’t need a second.” Silvio said, his eyes shifting towards the dalmatian puppy laying in the sea blue dog bed near the foot of his king sized bed. “It’s going back.”

“Silvio! I’m not taking her back. Daisy needed a home and we can give her a home.” She looked towards her puppy, a fond smile on her face. “Besides, she already loves me.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you named it?” He raked a hand over his face, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he shifted his gaze from his woman to the sleeping dog. “When I told ya to go into town and get somethin’ nice, I wasn’t expecting a mutt. I meant a few new dresses or a necklace.”

She gripped his arm excitedly, squeezing to emphasize her happiness. “But Silvio! She’s so much better than clothes or jewelry.” She paused for a second, biting her lip in thought. “When I saw her in town, the man told me she was the runt of the litter and no one wanted her. And when I looked at her, she was already looking at me with so much love that I just couldn’t say no. Besides, your crest is a dalmatian. She can be your mascot.”

Silvio snorted. “That puny thing? I don’t think so.” He approached the bed and crouched down, watching as Daisy stirred, his heavy boots disturbing her sleep. “Hey, wake up.” She watched as he nudged Daisy, and when she picked up her head, he brought his hand to rest on top, gently soothing the puppy as she whined slightly, desperate for some  attention. “You’re kinda annoying, stop whinin’.”

Although his words weren’t nice, his voice was softer than his lover was used to and she felt a swell of affection rise in her throat as she realized Silvio may not be as mad as she initially thought. “She’s a puppy, she just needs love and attention. She’s a little baby.”

Silvio threw her a glance over his shoulder, a smirk on his face. “So what about me needin’ love and attention, huh? Just gonna abandon me for this little mutt? ‘Cause if that’s the case, we’re bringin’ it back right now.”

“Of course not! You’re still my number one!” She exclaimed, rushing over to kiss him on his cheek as he grumbled, just to prove a point.

Silvio stood up after she pulled away, brushing off his pants as he spoke. “Well, let’s go then.”

“NO!” Her voice came out louder than she expected, and she knelt to the ground by Daisy, wrapping her arms around the adorable puppy. Silvio’s eyes widened in shock, speechless. “We’re not bringing her back, I won't let you.”

“It’s a puppy. It needs to let out some energy after a nap. We’re takin’ it for a walk.” Silvio said, shrugging on his cape to protect against the chilly air. “It’s cold out, make sure you put on somethin’ warmer so I don’t have to hear ya complain. I’m not givin’ ya my cloak again.”

And so, she and Daisy scrambled after him as Silvio left the room, Daisy’s clumsy puppy feet pounding on the shiny floor as she tried to nip at the edges of Silvio’s cloak while he walked. He batted her off, grabbing her leash and directing her to walk by his side, her ears flopping as she kept at a klutzy jog to keep pace with him. 

Once outside, he loosened his grip on her leash, letting her sniff around on the impeccably clean sidewalks, offering his free arm to his lover to link with. “We should hire a trainer for it.”

“Why would we need a trainer? I’ll work with her every day!” The woman said, leaning into Silvio’s body warmth. Despite his complaining that he wouldn’t share his cloak, he opened it up, wrapping his arm previously connected to hers around her shoulder so he could envelop her in the warmth his overclothes could provide.

Silvio watched bemusedly as Daisy nose dived into a bush, biting after a leaf being carried by the wind. “Alright, I guess I can help ya.” “You like her,” his lover observed, a soft and knowing smile crossing over all her features and lighting up her face.

“I never said that, don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth.” Silvio said, tugging on Daisy’s leash to divert her attention away from the leaf so the three of them could keep walking. “This damn mutt reminds me of that annoyin’ brother of mine.”

“You like Rio!” She exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Even if you won’t admit it.”

“Shaddup.” Silvio’s word hung in the air, and she knew she hit the nail on the head, but instead of replying, she smiled to herself. Giddiness was pooling in her belly as she took in the scene at hand: her and the man she loved spending quality time together, their puppy running around in front of them and exploring her new home. They were truly like a little family, and the thought excited her. 

Their walk around the palace ground continued, idle chit chat between the two lovers ensued as Daisy ran around, overly excited over everything new that she encountered, drawing eye rolls and grumping from Silvio, but his lover knew that when she wasn’t looking, his careful and watchful eyes never strayed from their new addition. 

Back inside the palace, in the comfort of their shared room Silvio slipped off his shoes and cloak, dropping his belt and sword as well, shoving them all into a pile on the ground. He flopped face first onto the bed, letting out an exhale as he sunk into the best quality mattress he could buy. Daisy hopped up next to him, face-planting much like her dad, and snuggled into his side, her nose pressed into him in efforts to warm it. His lover’s heart swelled with happiness at the scene, especially when Silvio picked up his head to gaze at the puppy, and he smoothed his hand tenderly over her back, readjusting himself so he was laid on his side, curled around the puppy’s smaller form.

“Still hate her?” She asked, kicking off her own shoes and going to join her little family on the bed. 

Silvio continued to pet the dog as he replied. “Yea, I hate her.” Daisy picked her head up to look at him, before snuggling back into his embrace, and the woman caught the look of adoration in Silvio’s eyes as he muttered, “Damn mutt.”