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ikeromantic · 4 months ago

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Nanny Belle and the Midnight Princes pt1

Nanny Belle does her best to keep her favorite little princes entertained, while welcoming the kids from Jade, Benitoite, and Obsidian too. Diplomatic crises, chaos, and cuteness everywhere! Approx. 2500 words

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Belle looked over the room with a critical eye. There was a play space for Luke and Rio, a reading nook for Chevalier, plenty of toys for Leon, Licht, Nokto, Jin, and Yves. Extra cleaning rags and a bucket of sand for any surprises from Clavis. Some places to lay down if someone felt tired, and a snack table with enough food to feed an army of little princes. It would do.

“I hope it meets your exacting standards.” A cool, low voice tickled her ear.

She nearly jumped as she turned to find Sariel at her shoulder. “I - I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I can be very quiet when I need to be.” He smiled. Some said the councilor’s smile made babies cry, but Belle found it endearing. Sariel had a sharp smile, wry, with a hint of dark humor. And there was a warmth in his eyes, especially when he looked at her the way he was looking now.

Belle smiled back at him. “I believe it.” She gestured to the room. “Everything looks great. Thank you so much for letting us use this space. I really wanted the princes to feel special on the holiday, even if they don’t get to go to the king’s celebration.”

He nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. “You always take such good care of them.” Sariel’s smile faded. “I didn’t stop in just to see if the accommodations were sufficient. I also have a favor to ask.”

“For you? Anything.” She laughed.

“You should take care when you make such sweeping statements, especially to a man like me.” He looked entirely serious, almost grim, as he spoke. Then he pushed his glasses back up onto his nose. “There will be additional royalty present this evening. Prince Silvio and Emidio of Benitoite, Prince Keith and Tio of Jade, Princess Mirielle of Jade, and Prince Gilbert from Obsidian. They will be in your care for the duration of the celebrations.”

She felt her eyebrows lift and her shoulders tense. “I’m sorry?”

Sariel set his hands on her shoulders, reassuring her. “I know it’s a lot to ask, with so much already in your care. But it can’t be helped. The princes are visiting, as part of their education. And tonight, the ambassadors and tutors accompanying them will be at the king’s party.”

Belle swallowed. “Alright. I - I guess I can handle a few more little guys. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“War. But don’t let that worry you. I am sure you’ll be fine. You are a very capable woman with admirable talents.” Sariel squeezed her gently, almost a hug. “I’ll come check on you when I am able, or you can send a servant if need be and I will come running.” He smiled. “Anything for you.”

She smiled back, still feeling rather anxious. “Alright. When will they arrive?”

“Shortly after the party begins.”

Belle nodded. “Any allergies or special care I should know about?”

Sariel shrugged, his hands dropping to his sides. “Keep Gilbert away from anything sharp and pointy, Silvio likes shiny things, and Keith . . . is a moody child.” He reached up and lightly touched her cheek. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t think you could. And I mean it when I say, I will be here should you need me.”

She felt her cheeks heat beneath his gloved fingertips. “Thanks Sariel. That means a lot. I just hope I don’t disappoint.”

“You won’t. Good luck, my dear. And happy new year!” Sariel waved as he left, hurrying on to his next task.

Belle watched him go with a bittersweet smile. Sariel was such a professional. So knowledgeable, and kind to spend so much of his time here reassuring her. A mere nanny. She sighed. But there wasn’t much time to worry as the boys were on their way.

Jin arrived first, with Luke on his shoulders, chased by one of the nursery maids. “Wheeee! Pffff!” He whinnied and snorted like a horse, and pretended to buck while Luke clung to his head. A tiny, chubby little red-headed knight, drooling on his horse.

“Be careful,” Belle called out, as Jin charged toward the snack table.

“Yes, Nanny Belle!” Jin skidded to a halt. “Do I get a kiss on the cheek for being good?”

“Nope. I expect you to be good. But if you’re extra good, maybe you can have a kiss on the top of your head later.” She grinned at the cheeky boy. One day, she thought, that kid is going to break hearts.

Jin smiled widely. “Then I’ll be extra good.”

“I somehow doubt that.” Leon strode in after him, looking every inch a little prince. His cheeks were still a little hollow from his last bout of sickness, but he was smiling, and moved with boyish energy. “Is this where they’re packing us away during the party?”

Belle shook her head. “This is where we’re having our own much better party. The ballroom will just be full of stodgy people drinking wine and doing formal dancing. In here, we get to play games and eat good food, and dance however we want to.”

“Dancing is stupid,” Licht interjected as he and Nokto came into the room.

“It is not,” Nokto argued.

“Is too!”

“Not!”

“Hey! If Licht doesn’t want to dance, that’s ok. He can use the telescope on the balcony to look at stars instead.” Nanny Belle gestured toward the wide balcony space beyond a set of glass double doors.

“There’s a telescope?” Nokto’s eyes got big and suddenly all the boys were rushing out to the balcony to look at it.

Chevalier shuffled in next, his lips in a hard frown. He held a book in each hand. He didn’t say anything to Belle, just came in and plopped down in the reading nook she’d set up for him. He opened one of his books and glared down at the page.

Belle knew better than to interrupt his funk. He was angry at being excluded from adult things, a sentiment she understood. Chev was a gifted child and being stuck with the other kids grated on him. But despite his brilliance, he was still a child at heart and she knew he’d come around once he got over his sulk.

Yves came in with another of the nursery maids. It looked as if he’d taken extra time with his outfit and hair. He looked around the room with an air of cautious curiosity, then his eyes fell on Belle. “You look the same.” He crossed his arms grumpily. “You’re ‘posed to dress up for parties!”

“Oh! Well, you’re absolutely right Prince Yves. But even though I’m wearing my nanny’s uniform, I promise I’m all dressed up and fancy inside.” She grinned and winked at him.

“What does that mean?” Yves touched a strand of his curly hair.

“It means in my imagination and in my heart, I’m wearing the fanciest ballgown tonight. I bet if you close your eyes, you could imagine it too.”

He clenched his eyes shut and took on a look of extreme concentration. “Oh! Yes, I can imagine it Ms. Belle.”

A jingling distracted Yves from his imaginary nanny, and he turned toward the door. “Is this the kid-jail for tonight’s shindig?” A willowy young boy stood in the doorway. He had pale, fluffy hair and sea blue eyes. He jangled due to several bejeweled chains at his hip, wrist, neck, and ankles. It was more jewelry than Belle had ever seen on a child.

“Ummm, yes, this is where we’re having a princes’ party. What’s your name, little guy?” Nanny Belle was sure he was one of the foreign princes, but which?

“You can call me your highness. Damn uppity servants. Who do you think you are, asking for my name? I should buy your contract just so my dad can fire you.” He put a fist to his hip and glared at her.

“Shut up, Silvio. Your jangling and yapping grates on my nerves.” Chevalier spoke up from his corner without looking up from his book.

Nanny Belle smiled as best she could. What a rude little boy! “Welcome, Prince Silvio. You’ll find the snack table there, and some games and toys over here. And there’s a telescope on the balcony. I hope you’ll find something you like to do.”

He rolled his eyes, but sauntered in. “These snacks are lame. What is this even? A fruit tray?”

“Silvio, that’s not very nice.” Another new voice came from the doorway, or rather, from beside it. The speaker was hiding behind the doorframe.

Yves put his thumb in his mouth, a nervous gesture, and scooted closer to Belle.

“Shut it, Gloomskull. Nobody asked you.” Silvio frowned at the empty doorway. “And quit skulkin’ around. Come in or go home.”

A smaller boy walked in, his hands clenched nervously at the hem of his jacket. “I can’t go home. It’s too far to walk.” He wavered nervously just inside the room as if he might really try to run home.

Belle crouched down to his height. “We wouldn’t want you to go home, Prince Keith. Come here and I’ll show you how to use the telescope.”

He stared at her, clearly unsure what to make of her offer.

She held out her hand, waiting for him to take it.

After a long moment of studying her hand and face, he tentatively grasped one finger. “Ok.”

Silvio scoffed and rolled his eyes, but when Nanny Belle started for the balcony with Prince Keith in tow, Silvio trailed along behind them, jangling with every step. The balcony was decorated with flowers and ribbons, with several low couches and tables set up. The telescope was off to one side, pointed out toward the hills beyond the capital city.

Licht and Nokto were taking turns gazing through it, even though it wasn’t dark enough to see anything in the sky yet. The twins turned as the two new princes approached. Despite their similar appearances, their reactions couldn’t have been different. Nokto smiled widely, while Licht gave a little frown and walked to the rail, ignoring them completely.

Keith was so excited by the telescope that he let go of Belle’s hand to rush over to it.

Nokto immediately stepped in to play host, a natural diplomat. “Do you like it? My father had it imported from Obsidian.”

“Does it use gems for lenses?” Keith asked excitedly.

“Gems?” Silvio perked up.

Nanny Belle intended to step in before Nokto started weaving one of his embellished stories, but a loud woman’s voice summoned her back into the main room. A woman stood in the doorway, dressed in the most fashionable gown from the season’s ballroom wear. It might have looked nice, had she not covered it with ostentatious - but expensive - jewelry, and too much heavy makeup. She had a little boy with her, cradled in her arms as if he were an infant, though he was clearly old enough to walk on his own.

“My lady,” Belle gave a deep curtsy.

The woman glared at her but did not respond. Instead, she spoke to the boy in her arms. “Is mommy’s little ‘Dio going to be happy here? What do you think? Do you want to stay with me? Hmmm?”

“I . . .” the little boy’s sea blue gaze tracked across the room, taking in the toys and games and snacks, lingering on the other children.

“Highness, your husband is waiting,” a servant said softly from the hallway, just out of sight.

The woman pinched the boy’s cheek. “Of course you want to stay. Mommy will come back for you after the party, ok?”

“I . . .” Before he could say anything else, the woman set him down and hurried out without another word. The boy stood there looking a little bewildered.

Belle crouched in front of him and smiled gently. “Let’s see. Your eyes are blue like the ocean, and your hair is almost azure . . . so you must be Prince Emidio. Am I right?”

He nodded and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“Your brother is on the balcony looking at a telescope. Did you want to go out too?”

Emidio glanced out at the balcony and shook his head. “No. I want to go home.”

Chevalier glanced up from his book, staring at the Benitoitian prince with an icy glare.

Emidio swallowed whatever other complaint he had and smiled up at Nanny Belle. “I am sorry, miss. Thank you for having me here. I am sure this party will be wonderful.” He looked over at the snack table. “May I?”

“Of course,” Belle smiled at him brightly. His whole demeanor shifted in a blink, and while she was sure he was still unhappy, there was no sign of it. It made her sad to see how even at this age, the young prince knew to hide his feelings. She leaned closer and whispered, “It’s ok if you miss your mama. She’ll be back for you soon. In the meantime, I hope we can have fun.”

He blinked at her in surprise, and then nodded.

Nanny Belle might have said more, but her attention was pulled away by shouting on the balcony. She hurried out to see what was going on.

“You threw Luke’s honey roll! I saw!” Jin was pointing at Keith, his voice raised. Luke was whimpering and staring off the balcony after something. Probably his honey roll.

“Did I? Hm. Maybe it was an accident,” Keith shrugged, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Or maybe you imagined it.”

Licht frowned at him, garnet eyes hard. “I saw too. It wasn’t an accident.”

“I think you imagined it.” Keith shrugged again. “He probably dropped it himself, trying to get his sticky hands all over the telescope. If anything, we’re lucky he dropped it. Because if he smeared the lens, we couldn’t see anything tonight.”

Nanny Belle took a moment to listen. This was nothing like the shy little moppet she’d welcomed in a few minutes ago. He was like an entirely different little boy. She didn’t understand it, but if she didn’t intervene, this was going to turn into an incident. “Come here, Prince Luke. I’ll get you a new honey roll, ok?”

Luke toddled over to her, sticky fingers grasping at the air as she picked him up.

“Prince Jin, I’m sure if Prince Keith dropped anything, it was an accident. We’re all friends here, so let’s remember that.” She gave Jin a sharp look.

He caught it, and after a moment, he nodded. “Yes, Nanny Belle.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry, “Prince Keith. I must have been mistaken.”

Keith grinned widely. “Thanks. And hey, can I get a honey roll while you’re at it, Nanny?”

“Of course.” Nanny Belle led him inside, with Luke balanced on her hip. She handed the tyke a honey roll and settled him in a chair so he couldn’t get sticky sweet smears on everything. Then she handed Keith a plate with another roll on it. “Do you need a fork?”

“Yes, please?” Prince Keith’s smile seemed gentler now, but maybe that was just getting something sweet to eat.

Belle handed him the fork just in time to turn and see another servant in the doorway. He was tall and dressed in light armor, all black. He looked dangerous, and he probably was. The royal crest of Obsidian was emblazoned on his chest, and though he wasn’t armed, he looked capable of violence.

To be continued!

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judesmoonbeauty · 11 months ago

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Licht Klein - Act 2 -Chapter 12 Quick Quip- Dramatic Route

Not 100%. Fan translation only. Quick quip from chapter 12 part 3. Cybird owns everything.

Licht: ……..

There is nothing in the desert save for the large moon.

It was an eerily quiet night.

However, there were signs of people.

Licht: What?

Azel: I’m just taking a walk.

Azel: Good evening Licht. But your face….it looks like you just got dumped by the person you were waiting for.

Licht: As expected, you stole the letter.

Azel: You’re the one who read it in front of me.

Licht: That’s crazy.

Azel: Even if God preaches common sense ?

Licht: That’s right….

Licht: Do you know anything about Emma?

He takes out a gold coin from his formal attire and with a flip he tosses towards him. Receiving it, the living god fiddles with the gold coin, and looks off to the city lights in the distance.

Azel: Emma is leaving the palace as planned, there’s no doubt about that.

Azel: But since she’s not here she’s probably stuck in the city.

Azel: If you’re going to come all the way here under Sariel’s guidance, then why don’t you check the northwest of town? There aren’t many people in the back alleys there.

Licht: Do you mean they’re in a situation where they have to avoid being seen?

He throws another gold coin to the living god so he’ll open his mouth.

Azel: You heard from that sly old man right?

Azel: Tonight, all of Tanzanite should be talking about you and Emma.

Azel: Many people in our country are arrogant.

Azel: Shouldn’t you be desperately looking for Emma, right now?

Licht: Was the High priest joking about how loving only one person is a sin?

Azel: There’s no way it’s a joke. He’s so serious it makes me laugh. For anyone who loves god, including that old man, anyone who monopolizes a messenger of god is evil.

Licht: That’s crazy.

Azel: You’re the one who’s crazy. At least, in the land of illusion and divination.

Licht: …….

Azel: However, I can’t believe you didn’t run to town after what I just said. You idiot, you have misjudged the power of faith.

Azel: Not just you, but Sariel and Emma as well.

Licht: What do you mean?

When I tossed him the 3rd gold coin the living god, pointed his finger at the moon.

Azel: Licht, how many people do you think worship god in Tanzanite?

Licht: I don’t know.

Azel: About 90% of its citizens.

Licht: …….

Azel: It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say nearly all citizens.

Azel: I have no doubt by the grace of God they are living a peaceful life every day.

Azel: 90% of those people who recognize God, believe Emma is an evil woman.

Licht:…..Ha.

Azel: I wonder if only one extremist group will attack Emma. There’s no way. It’s the entire nation who will attack Emma.

Without thanking him or saying goodbye, Licht runs towards the city.

Azel: This is what happens when you don’t listen to well-intentioned advice.

The living god waved his hand at his distant back, and in the blink of an eye, his smile disappeared, just like an illusion.

You can’t really tell here, but the way his smiling face changed and his eyes narrowed, it was so good! 👀 Slowly learning more about his character. This is just a quick quip, but I know many of us want to know as much as possible about the new princes, so I made it a little longer.❣️

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annaliessse · 1 year ago

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I can't believe I procrastinated for a week before finishing this. I wasn't able to begin writing Yves because, unlike other amazing writers, I can't really work on multiple WIPs at once. I'm way too dumb for that.

Anyway, enjoy some Chev smut.

warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, semi-public sex

𝕬 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

word count: 850

Chevalier noticed your hesitation when entering the throne room. He found it confusing for during your time as Belle you had no problem with the said room. When he noticed you eyeing the empty spot beside his throne, it was then that he knew you were letting your mind get the better of you again.

So, one afternoon, when all petitions have been heard and all documents signed, he invited you into the quiet space. You were sat on his lap as he reads a report from Sariel. With nothing much to do, you direct your attention to your teacher’s familiar handwriting.

But Chevalier has already read the document. And his intention for inviting you today is not solely to seek your closeness.

“You’ve been avoiding the throne room.”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He snickers. “You are worried about becoming Rhodolite’s future queen. And this throne room is a reminder of all the responsibilities you have accepted once you agreed to be my fiancé.”

His hand begins to slowly trail up your right thigh and he smirks at your hitched breath. Then, he begins to stroke your leg through the fabric of your skirt, his awkward touch enough to set your whole body aflame.

“I’m sorry, King Chevalier.”

“I don’t need your apology. All I need is for you to do something about it.”

He begins to stroke your clothed wetness, your skirt bunching around your hips. With each touch, he becomes rougher, and Chevalier feels you slightly shaking in his hold.

“But that is something I can help you with. After all, I can’t have my queen afraid of her own crown.”

He plunges two fingers inside you and you moan, before hurriedly clamping your mouth with your hands, muffling the sultry whimpers that escape your lips.

“Chevalier, someone might see us."

You grip the armrests hard, knuckles white as you try to prevent yourself from humping his fingers. He sees you eyeing the closed door, aware that at any second anyone can enter. Chevalier doesn’t care; instead, he pulls your blouse and skirts off, leaving you naked and squirming in his lap.

“I am only teaching you to be comfortable with being in the throne room.”

“And how is this going to help, exactly?”

“With what I’m going to do to you, you would be too distracted to dwell too much on the politics happening in this room.” His hand moves faster, and you finally relent, thrusting up to meet his fingers. “Every time you sign a document, every time you meet a noble, and every time you listen to a citizen, all you’re going to think is the way I fucked you in this room.”

Without you noticing, Chevalier has already unzipped his pants, his cock nudging your wet entrance. You rub against him, his length slipping easily between your folds with how wet you are. He cups your breast and feels your heart beat faster, eyes constantly wandering towards the unlocked door.

Chevalier sighs, then stops. “But then again, I wouldn’t want you to forget your responsibilities and the importance of the decisions made in this room.”

In a fluid motion, he lifts you up and places you gently on the carpeted floor. Your thighs clamp together, and Chevalier’s lips lift slightly upon seeing the frustrated desperation in your eyes. Your hands were clenching and unclenching as if reaching for him, and when he stands up to zip his pants, you push him back down on the throne and straddle him.

“I thought you were worried about someone seeing us.”

Your eyes blazing, you look at him as you align his cock with your entrance. “Do I look like I care right now?”

And with that, he enters you, and you moan as you feel yourself widen to accommodate his wide girth. Chevalier leans forward, sucking your nipple and you lean your head backward, dizzy at the different sensations of pleasure. Chevalier doesn’t wait and begins thrusting into you hard. He gave it to you rough and fast, and your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you into incoherency.

“I’m going to have a throne made for you by the time we are wed. You will make decisions as a queen and I expect nothing less from the woman I have chosen.”

Chevalier feels you clench around him, your eyes rolling over a tell-tale sign that you’re about to cum. He thrusts faster until you were nothing more than a mindless doll on top of him. He doubts you even register what he is saying.

“But I do not want you to stress. So, every time you want to take a break from your responsibilities, you can always think about the way I defiled you in Rhodolite’s most sacred room.”

When you cum, your moans can be heard from outside the throne room. It stops Yves in his tracks, just as he was about to turn the knob to report to Chevalier. He hurriedly leaves, and when he turns the next corner, Licht worries at his brother’s alarmingly red face.

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dark-frosted-heart · 1 year ago

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Together with a Prince - Sariel Noir (sweet end)

aka the event where Emma turns into a child

Sariel takes little Emma to the kitchen. In his experience, the princes, especially Yves, would stop crying if given some baked treats, and so he does the same with Emma. But Emma’s still crying and not even looking at the sweets. When he goes to get another treat, one of the books he was holding falls open on the floor. Sariel forgot that was holding some books and I did too. Anyway, he dropped the book about medicine and it was currently on a page with an anatomical drawing of an ear. Apparently that caught Emma’s interest and she stopped crying. She asks about it and Sariel explains the image to her. Pointing to the cochlea, she asks if there’s a snail in the ear. Well it certainly does look like one…

Sariel: It’s possible. Emma: I wonder what color Mr. Snail is. I hope it’s a beautiful color!

You’d forget that Emma was crying not too long ago with how interested in the book she is. Even if she didn’t understand most of the words written, her eyes were filled with curiosity. Sariel didn’t expect for her to stop crying when presented with a book instead of sweets, but then again, it is Emma.

Emma then asks about the other book that Sariel’s holding, the book about folklore and history. He opens the book and shows it to her; unlike the medical book, there’s barely any pictures in this one. Boring. Sariel informs here that there are more books in the library, including books with illustrations. Emma wants to go there. Though it’d be a bad idea for Sariel to move her around so frequently, he can’t say no to her, so he brings her there.

Her eyes sparkle at the sight of the number of books, but she never lets go of Sariel’s hand, likely overwhelmed by the sheer amount. As Sariel puts the books he was carrying back, he worries over Emma being able to return to normal and his hand unconsciously tightens around the one he’s holding. Emma, none the wiser, squeezes back. A book then catches Emma’s eyes and she runs toward a bookshelf. Standing on her tiptoes, she tries to reach for the book but is unable to so Sariel goes to help her. Guessing what book she wants, he goes to pull it out but Emma tells him not to. She wants to get it herself. Since Sariel can’t find a suitable ladder for her, he offers to set her on his shoulders. Emma takes him up on his offer and is finally able to grab the book.

Some time passes as little Emma’s lost in her book. The way she concentrates on the text is just like the usual Emma. The two chat about how much little Emma likes reading and Sariel brings up how there’s someone important to him that loves books as much as she does.That piques her curiosity and she leans forward, wanting to hear more. He tells her more about adult Emma and little Emma asks if she’s strong, if she’s stronger than a wolf?*. Sariel can’t help but smile at the childlike question and replies that she isn’t. But he really loves that person, little Emma points out. Sariel asks why she’d think so. His face says it all. There’s so much affection in his eyes when he talks about her. Little Emma then adds that she believes the person loves Sariel a lot too. He may be pretty strict, but he’s also kind and warm. She’s sure that person would love Sariel if he dotes on her the same way he dotes on little Emma.She’d love to meet this big sister and talk about books with her. When she asks where she is, Sariel’s about to answer when he hears something coming from the hall. Clavis is asking a servant about the whereabouts of a little girl. They promised to play together, but Sariel took her away so he asks the servant to keep an eye out. That damn hellcat. Luckily the approaching footsteps walk past the library, but it seems like nowhere’s safe now.

The book about flowers in little Emma’s hands catches Sariel’s eyes and he has an idea. He asks her if she’d like to go out somewhere to play. A flower field nearby where the flowers in the book may be in bloom. She agrees and they head out. She’s definitely looking a lot happier than she was this morning.

*おおかみ��ん. Since it’s in hiragana to reflect child-like speech, I wasn’t sure if it was either 狼さん or 大神さん. Thankfully Sariel’s dialogue clears it up after.

Premium End

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kalims-pessimist-bestie · 10 months ago

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Take a Break

Jin x Royal Scientist!OC

CW: none, just some sickening sweet fluff

Word Count: 1583

Part of the Ikemen Library Valentine’s Gift Exchange

A gift for @olivermorningstar

Thank you @ikemenlibrary for hosting :)

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Valentine’s day wasn’t something Oliver really cared about. When working in the palace, everyday is just another work day. He was appreciated among the rest of the staff, receiving little tokens of appreciation while he continued to work in his lab. Sometimes he’d hear a distant “Happy Valentine’s Day!” from down the hallways, and a face would briefly cross his mind before resuming his work. He had work to do. There has been a small outbreak of sickness in the townships closest to the palace, and Sariel entrusted the task of creating a cure to him. It wasn’t an illness that was fatal by any means, but the people were suffering regardless.

Jin, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about what he could do to impress the good-natured scientist. Despite the casanova of Rhodolite’s 7 princes, he was at a loss for what he could do to make this day special. Everyday since he started working as the Royal Scientist, Jin would find an excuse to stop by the research labs, letting Oliver ramble on about the newest information and how close he is to finding a cure. He knows it’s been harder recently though. Oliver’s rants have gone from excitement and anticipation to confusion and frustration. This illness appears harder to cure than he previously anticipated. Jin believed in him. No one else in all of Rhodolite could whip up antidotes and cures quite like Oliver, and he wanted him to know that. That’s when the idea hit him.

Oliver banged his fist on the desk, frustration consuming him entirely. This shouldn’t be so hard to solve. He knows he’s cured harder illnesses than this. Why was this one giving him so much trouble? The scientist was so focused that he didn’t hear the door to the labs creek open, the 1st prince walking in and taking a seat on the counter near him.

“Any new updates, kid?” Jin asked, fully expecting Oliver to vent out his anger. Instead though, Oliver looked over at him, tears of anguish threatening to spill over.

“I can’t let Rhodolite down. The people need me but I don’t know what to do,” his fists hitting the desk again, his cup of pencils rattling slightly. “I’ve visited with infected patients, taken samples of saliva, blood, and grosser bodily fluids. I’ve spent days doing everything I can in my power to figure out what kills this illness, just to come back with nothing!” The tears finally fell, dotting his cheeks. Jin walked over and crouched down next to him, his hands gently swiping away the sadness on his face.

“Let’s take a break, Oliver,” Jin’s face in a gentle smile. He handed him a lollipop, one of the many Jin keeps with him.

“I can’t afford a break right now!” Oliver let out a frustrated sigh. “Sariel gave me a task and I need to complete it.”

“When does this task need to be completed by?” Jin asked knowingly.

“Well,” Oliver thought for a moment. “There isn’t necessarily a due date for this, but there are people that need my help! I can’t go and take a break.”

“So there’s no due date but you’d rather work yourself half to death than rest for let’s say, an hour?” The look on Oliver’s face told Jin everything he needed to know. He knew Jin was right. He knew he wouldn’t get anything done in this state. Jin gestured forward with the candy one more time before Oliver finally took it.

“Thank you for checking on me.” The gentle smile Oliver gave was enough to send butterflies through Jin’s whole body. Now it was time for Operation: Break Time.

The rose garden was empty except for Jin, Oliver, and the mountain of sweets in front of them. The smell of the garden mixed sweetly with the smell from the pastries, made by Yves.

“I don’t remember the last time I had the opportunity to indulge like this!” Oliver’s eyes sparkled at the food, scouring around for which to choose first. Jin was already half finished with his first one.

“You looked like you needed some sugar and sunshine, kid.” Jin patted his head affectionately. His hand fell to the side of his face, gently stroking his cheek with his thumb. “Now tell me what’s stunting your progress with your task.”

With a mouth-full of pastry, Oliver rambled on about how the side effects were similar to food poisoning, but it’s unnatural for food poisoning to affect such a large population.

“So it’s not contagious, but it’s widespread. I’ve made an antidote that works temporarily, but results don’t last much longer than a few hours. I can’t pinpoint it.” The dejected feeling of failure was part of the scientific process, but he’s never been stunted on progress for this long. The mountain of pastries shrank before them until there was nothing but a few crumbs remaining.

“Let’s go take a walk around the town. Maybe you’ll find some useful information out there.” Jin offered his hand. There were more reasons why he wanted to take him into town, but this was the easiest way to justify it to Oliver.

Oliver felt like something had to have been set up here. The town was livelier than usual, but maybe it was just Valentine’s Day. He looked up at the prince that escorted him around the town. Music playing from nearby musicians drifted through the streets and the townspeople looked happy. Jin looked at Oliver’s hand, pushing himself to grab hold of it before he heard a child complaining to his mother about a painful stomach ache. It also caught Oliver’s attention and he ran over to them.

“Hi, my name is Oliver. I’m the royal scientist in charge of finding a cure to the stomach bug going around town right now.” After introducing himself, he reached into his bag and brought out a bag containing an orange, powdery substance. “Jin, can you please fetch me a cup of water? It’s a water-soluble antidote that should help.” The child’s mother looked fondly at Oliver and thanked him for his help. Jin returned with the water and handed it to Oliver. He began to pour the powder into the water before he noticed the water had speckles of something in it.

“What’s wrong? Should I go and retrieve a different water?”

“Jin, where is this water sourced from?” The gears turned in Oliver’s head. He had a lead.

“The well that was recently put in town. It’s made it easier for the townspeople to get their water supplies.” A crease formed between Jin’s eyebrows. He knew Oliver had an idea and was ready to help in any way he could.

“The well has been such a big help to our town,” the woman mentioned. “Not only is there fresh water nearby, but people say that it grants wishes.

“Wishes?” Oliver and Jin said at the same time.

“You throw a coin into the well and they say any of your dreams can come true.”

“THAT’S IT!” Oliver began to run to the nearby well and sure enough, there was a pile of coins resting at the bottom. He pulled up a bucket of water from the well to inspect and the water had speckles of stuff in it too.

“Do you think?..” Jin began to trail off, looking at Oliver.

“I most definitely do. I think the older coins have begun corroding at the bottom of the well, releasing a toxin into the water.” Oliver turned to the lady and her child who followed them to the well. “Please use a different source of water for the time being. Mix this powder in with the different water and have him rest for a few hours. He’ll be better in no time.”

Back in the lab, Oliver ran tests on the tainted water, as well as the effects of the antidote on it. Jin sat nearby, watching in awe as he consumed another lollipop.

“I think this is it!” Oliver penciled in some last pieces of information before closing his notebook. His eyes sparkled as he looked over at Jin, his face filled with relief. Jin could hear his heart beating in his ears. This might be why he liked the scientist to begin with. That look on his face indicating a job well done was Jin’s only kryptonite.

“I didn’t doubt for a second that you would figure it out,” Jin placed a hand on Oliver’s head, roughing up his hair for a moment. He looked up at the 1st prince. Their eyes met briefly before they both turned their gazes away. Then a quick thought jumped into Oliver’s mind.

“Jin?” the young scientist asked.

“What is it?”

“I think I can take a proper break now.” He beamed up at Jin, who was already way ahead of him.

–

The rose gardens were always the most peaceful at night. The stars in Rhodolite always twinkled brightly, and nothing in the world was quite as calming. The two of them sat on a blanket, discussing various things that Oliver might have missed while engrossed in his research.

“Most of all, kid, I missed getting to hang out with you.” A genuine smile graced his face as he finally reached over to hold Oliver’s hand. The blush creeping onto his cheeks was evident, but they paid it no mind. They were too lost in the stars they saw in each other's eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jin #jin grandet #jin x oc #oc x canon #jin grandet x oc #ikemenvalentinesgiftexchange #ikepri fluff

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caffedrine · 2 years ago

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Keith Howell - Chapter 11 - Summary

I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t trust me, and you shouldn’t either. This summary is not guaranteed to be accurate, it’s mostly written for myself to follow along with the route.

After having admitted to doing something horrible to her, Keith smiles weakly at Emma. Emma doesn’t understand, she has no memory of Keith doing anything wrong, but her heart is pounding as if it knows what happened.

Keith asks how much of that night Emma remembers. Emma recalls dancing, stargazing, then drinking the alcohol Keith gave her. She asks if he heard from Rio that she doesn’t remember anything else. Keith shakes his head, it’s not something he heard, but something he caused. He drugged her drink, in order to find out who she was.

Emma feels a bolt of pain followed by dizziness through her brain as if she had just been hit on the head. With his calm and gentle voice, Keith continued talking.

The drug way the drug works may sound difficult, but it’s surprisingly easy if you think of it like strong liquor. It makes the body and brain feel fatigued and lowers the functional ability of the brain as well. After taking it, it becomes difficult for the subject to make decisions, like lying or staying silent. And they lose all memories of that time as if they were blackout drunk.

That night, Keith heard secrets that Emma never wanted to tell him.

Keith’s eyes flicker hesitantly before he focuses back on Emma and continues. Back when they met at the Goodwill Ball, he had been looking into her. He didn’t understand why she was pretending to be a noble lady, but now he understands. She’s Belle, the person who chooses the next King of Rhodolite when the previous King dies.

Emma wants to tell Keith that he is wrong and that nothing he said just now is the truth. But her brain doesn’t seem to be able to bridge the gap between wanting to speak and actually speaking. She needs to go; she needs to do something. Keith, a foreign prince, now knows the biggest state secret in Rhodolite.

Emma wishes she could go to someone for help, but right now there is only Keith and her.

Emma says that she heard that Belle was to be chosen as the person with the most beautiful heart. Unfortunately, she doesn’t qualify as her heart is not that beautiful.

Did Keith really drug her drink? Unfortunately, Emma has no idea what was said or not said that night. Maybe she spoke some nonsense to him while drunk, but she’s not popular or important enough for anyone to believe what she says, much less a second-hand account of what she says while drunk.

Emma recalls a conversation she had with Sariel a long time ago, just before she attended that first tea party with Keith. He had warned her that Keith shouldn’t have come to the goodwill meeting in the first place, and his reason for lingering was unknown. Sariel had warned her that Keith must have a hidden reason for inviting her to that tea party in the first place.

Keith had been so kind that she had forgotten to be wary of him.

Self-consciously, Emma steps away from Keith, his cloak falling from her shoulders. She knows that the air should be very cold, but the horror of what has happened supersedes her physical discomfort.

Keith looks apologetic, and maybe a little lonely. He tells her that he understands why she’s saying this, after all, she lost all memory of telling him she is Belle. However, he knows that she wasn’t lying back then, just as he’s not lying when he says that he did something terrible to her.

If Emma was really Belle, what does Keith intend to do now?

Keith tells her that he has no intention of using the information or telling anyone else. This wasn’t the information he was looking for.

Maybe Keith didn’t intend to find this out, but Emma knows that her position as Belle and the death of the King is a national state secret. A secret that someone could use against Rhodolite.

Keith tells Emma to not worry about him anymore. He’s the kind of person who can’t do anything but is all right with doing terrible things to others. Now that she understands who he really is, she has no reason to be nice to him anymore.

Keith unhooks his cloak and drapes it around Emma’s shoulders. He apologizes; for taking advantage of her kindness, for receiving it, and for drawing strength from her. He’s truly sorry for everything.

Keith leaves.

Emma closes her eyes to prevent herself from crying frustrated tears. She can feel Keith’s body warmth still clinging to his cloak despite the pain from Keith’s betrayal. She doesn’t know if he really drugged her or not, but he is certainly convinced that she is Belle. She needs to find Sariel and come up with a countermeasure to this.

Emma makes it inside and into the hallway. Her mind whirls with frustration as she considers everything. Given everything, why would Keith tell her about finding out about her status as Belle? Why would he admit to drugging her? Why did he apologize so much, as if he really didn’t want it to turn out this way? Why was he acting like he was reacting to something someone else had put into motion?

Emma reconsiders all her experiences with Keith so far. She thinks about all the times he had acted like someone else, after he took down that gang of thieves, during the dance, and that weird conversation on the balcony.

Maybe she just doesn’t want to believe that Keith would willingly do this to her. But she needs to figure out and face what really happened that night, and who Keith really is. She needs to confront Keith without worrying about hurting him. The only way forward is to have another talk with Keith.

On her way to Keith’s rooms, she finds his butler, Liam, in the corridor. She greets him and tries to hurry past, but Liam grabs her arm, forcing her to halt. He warns her that Keith will do something else cruel to her, and she realizes that he was waiting for her, anticipating her visit. He must also know what Keith knows.

Emma tells Liam that she refuses to accept a story about her saying things that she can’t remember. She wants to get to the truth of the matter, no matter how much it hurts. She can’t pretend not to notice something is wrong.

Liam lets go of Emma, muttering that it might be better if it’s the aggressive one. Emma asks him to explain, but Liam tells her that it’s nothing. He apologizes for suddenly touching her without permission and bows his head. Prince Keith is in his rooms, so Emma may visit him now. He hopes she won’t regret anything she finds out.

With that ominous warning, Emma takes a breath, braces herself, and goes to Keith’s rooms. She knocks on his door, and it is opened by Keith himself.

The atmosphere around Keith has completely changed from earlier on the balcony. His eyes are sharp and seem to revel in her discomfort before they change back to his normal soft gaze. Keith admits that he didn’t expect to see her after their last discussion. Was there something wrong with the way he explained it? Or maybe he wasn’t convincing enough.

Emma tells him it’s both things. She wanted him to explain everything better.

Keith agrees and invites her into his room. After all, the public corridor is very chilly this time at night. He opens the door wider, giving her room.

Emma feels like this is some sort of test, even though it should be nothing. She steps into the room, thanking him for his invitation. She places his cloak on the nearby table, and Keith sits down on his bed. Keith pats the space next to him as if he’s prompting her to sit next to him. Emma joins him on the bed but leaves enough space for another person to sit between them.

Keith asks Emma what she wants to know about. Or even better, what does she think about the purpose of their discussion earlier?

Emma suddenly feels like she’s being quizzed. She tells Keith that she thinks he wants to destroy any trust she has in him. Keith shakes his head, she’s wrong, and she knows that she has no evidence for it. But it is an interesting idea. If he really wants to make sure that she doesn’t trust him, he probably should make it more memorable.

Keith reaches out and runs his finger over the shell of Emma’s ear, and then along her jawline. Emma shivers and her shoulders jump at the stimulus while Keith’s eyes narrow like a child who has found a new toy. He asks how she likes it, and Emma tells him that she doesn’t care one way or another about it. Keith asks what her reaction was about then, and Emma says that she was just surprised.

Keith smiles and suppressed a chuckle. He will leave it at that.

Emma thinks that Keith’s expression, mannerisms, and everything, shows that he is enjoying this.

How strange. The Keith who is here with her right now has very little in common with the Keith she was talking to earlier today. If she didn’t know any better, she would think that there was a second person wearing Keith’s skin.

Keith asks if they should continue their quiz. Emma holds up a hand to stop him, she didn’t come here to play games with him. Keith reaches out and holds on to her hand, entwining their fingers together. Then he twists their joined hands, and Emma finds herself suddenly lying on the bed with Keith leaning over her.

Keith tells her that everything he did was designed to get them alone like this. He knows that she finds him unreliable, so of course she wouldn’t believe the words he said earlier. If she could find one of his contradictions, something questionable, he knew she would seek him out. This is how he really took advantage of her beautiful heart.

Emma wonders if Keith is lying right now, or if the lie was the Keith on the balcony. She anxiously looks into Keith’s eyes, which are filled with perverse joy. Keith asks if she’ll believe him now. He would be thrilled if she would believe him when he says he is a horrible person.

With her free hand, Emma pushes against Keith’s chest as if she was rejecting him. For a while, she feels like Keith is going back and forth on how much she should believe him. She thinks back to the way Keith was on the balcony, and decides that wasn’t a lie, which would make this Keith the lie.

Who is the person in front of her?

(I kid you not, the battle music started at this point)

For a moment, Keith expressionlessly looks down at her, and then his lips curve into a smile. Using casual language that Keith has never used before, he tells her that the Keith she’s familiar with isn’t here right now. Though, if she were to say something like that, she would be the strange one.

Keith’s entire visage changes as if a mask has slipped off.

Alter!Keith warns Emma that it’s not possible for two different people to share the same body. At least, that’s the truth this world knows.

(I figure at this point, Emma knows, so I'll start using Alter!Keith)

#ikemen prince #ikepri #keith howell

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yarnnerdally · 2 years ago

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Hello there!

I just found your blog and I'm reading through your works, they're really fun!

For the prompt list could you try Licht Klein, prompt 12, G, friendship? Only if you have the time and this ask sparks your interest, of course.

Have a lovely day, writer!

Title: Oh, Brother.

Pairing: Licht Klein & MC (friendship)

Rating: G

Prompt: “I’ll be fine.”

Tags: friendship, platonic, anxiety, a little hurt/comfort, sorry I can’t help myself

Note: I’m sorry it’s more of a drabble but it was so cute and short and sweet that I couldn’t help myself! Enjoy <3

“Licht, really,” Belle huffed lightly, putting her hands on her hips. The man in question was currently standing in front of the door of the library, his own arms crossed and a sour look on his face. “It’s Nokto. It’s not like I’m going to a nobleman’s dinner with Clavis.” At that Licht winced and his frown deepened.

“At least let me go with you. I already cleared it with Sariel-” Belle started at that and a flush of irritation came to her cheeks.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you. Now if you could please move so I can go get ready.” Her voice was terse as she spoke and immediately regret rushed through her at the expression on her friend’s face. He moved to the side and didn’t meet her eye, not missing the way she hesitated.

“Belle?” She stood in place and the look of irritation gave way to worry.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that. I know you’re looking out for me,” she said sheepishly, her cheeks pink now with embarrassment. Licht let out a soft sigh and rubbed the back of his neck, eyes still cast to the ground.

“I can’t believe you’d joke about going with Clavis instead of my brother,” he mumbled softly, his brows furrowing through he wasn’t upset any longer. Of course he was looking out for Belle. It was his job. A completely self-appointed one, but his job nontheless. He let a small smile come to his face as he heard Belle laugh at that, some normalcy coming back to the situation. His eyes went wide as suddenly Belle was hugging him though it was a brief one. He looked to her and tilted his head a little.

“Thank you. I know I said I’ll be fine, but... I’ll be even better with you there.”

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years ago

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Truth or Dare Season 2: Unfettered Heartfelt Symphony (第 2 期・自在心曲) Translation

✥ Side: Osborn [Truths]

*Light and Night Master-list *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Join my Light & Night Discord (＾▽＾)~ ♪ *This contains the 2 Truths! (You + Osborn) *Event story tag will be #For Light and Memories

❖ Truth: He Loses!

“Have you been having any particularly evil thoughts that you've been scheming about recently?”

Osborn stared at the question written on the card for a full two seconds before nodding.

Osborn: I do have one.

MC: ??

MC: So? What evil thoughts have you been having?

Osborn: I'm not telling you that. Besides, the question on the card was a yes or no thing. It didn't explicitly ask for what it was.

MC: Don't shirk the question!

Osborn smiled bashfully at me, shrugging my accusation off in an unperturbed manner.

Osborn: You wanna know what it is?

MC: Duh! Read between the lines; this question is also asking about what those evil schemes you're harbouring are!

Osborn: Come closer then. I'll tell you another way.

I was only half sold on the idea, but I still leaned in anyway. But I'd never expected him to grab my hand and look straight into my eyes.

His deep eyes fell upon my figure, the minute hint of mirth within them bewitching me. I could feel heat rise to the tip of my ears, making it hard for me to decipher just what was hidden within the depths of those eyes...

He released my hand only after a good while, but his eyes remained trained on me, as if I were the only one in the world.

Osborn: Okay, done.

Osborn: Although whether or not you understood leaves much to be told.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

❖ Truth: You Lose!

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Should I choose yes or no…?

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

❖ Truth: Yes!

MC: Of course I do! A romantic encounter, just like how the hero and the heroine in those romance novels meet~

Osborn: A romantic encounter, huh...

Osborn looked at me with a profound look, but his expression… was borderlining a grimace.

Osborn: I suddenly remembered how we first met. That wasn't romantic in the slightest; nope.

Osborn: Someone nearly thought me a thief. Gee, I wonder who?

MC: My reaction was totally normal if you think about the situation I was in back then!

Osborn: I didn't say that it wasn't. Being cautious is always a good thing.

Osborn: I just thought that… perhaps I should have given you my jacket, considering how cold the wind was that night.

He stared straight at me. It eventually got too much that I had to avert my gaze, but I still quietly grabbed onto his hand.

MC: You just have to remember to lend it to me next time then…

Osborn: Yep, not forgetting ever again.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

❖ Truth: No!

I stared at the words "love at first sight" that was written on the card, vigorously shaking my head.

MC: Love at first sight might be what people's ideals of love are, but not me.

MC: Rather than love at first sight, I still firmly believe in getting to know someone's heart after spending time with them.

Osborn: Hu? ...Got it. So you're the sort whose emotions gradually develop over time and interactions.

Osborn: Then it looks like I'll have to seek you out more in the future. I can't waste even a second!

Osborn: How about this then? What if I go look for you whenever I'm free?

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Memories⊹ —————★❖

Previous: (Osborn S2- Dares)

※Osborn Prologues + Game On scenarios are the same as S1~

✥ Choose another Player:

Side: Evan

Side: Sariel

Side: Charlie

Side: Jesse

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #萧逸 #Osborn #For Light and Memories #自在心曲 #Unfettered Heartfelt Symphony #Truth or Dare

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ikeromantic · 3 years ago

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Into the Lion's Den

A Chevalier Michel fanfiction. Approx. 1500 words. This scene takes place in the prologue and is told from Chevalier's POV. Part 2 of a series.

First: Bravery Becomes Her

After putting in a brief appearance at a festival celebration for nobility on the mayor’s estate, Chevalier returned to the castle. His walk from the stable back was interrupted by a familiar voice. High and sweet and thoroughly annoyed.

“Hang on! Stop talking about me like that, alright? I’m right here. And - and who are you anyway?”

Chevalier stopped and turned. He couldn’t see through the decorative hedges and the high stone wall, but sound carried. It was the girl from town, he was sure.

“You can’t be serious. You don’t know who I am?” Yves’ voice now, sounding haughty as usual.

The girl replied. “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

“She’s not one of mine then,” Nokto chuckled.

“Who cares about that? I can’t believe she doesn’t know who I am! Unbelievable!” The slight, unshakeable burr of his accent still audible in Yves’ speech became more pronounced when he was flustered.

“Your Highnesses, introductions will have to wait. My deepest apologies.” Sariel’s voice, dark as coffee and smooth as silk.

Chevalier wondered how the girl factored into Sariel’s scheming. Four eyes was always up to something. His mind immediately went to the potential uses of the commoner, discarding the more improbable until he settled on the likeliest one. The tradition of the Belle. Of course. He didn’t need to hear more.

He left for the round table room, already adding this complication into his plans. The Belle would be no real obstacle. Not for him.

Clavis was already waiting at the round table. Chevalier sat beside him and watched in silence as his brothers filed in. They were a disparate group, to be sure. Half-brothers, united only in the shared blood of the dead king and little else. It hadn’t taken much time for the two factions to form.

Leon led the opposing faction. A worthy opponent, if annoying. His gentle-hearted ways would destroy Rhodolite. There was no space for compassion when your lands sat between hungry neighbors with large armies.

Jin smirked at him from across the table. A womanizing drunk that disguised a cunning mind beneath base jests. He was the king’s first born, though you would never know it by his actions.

Licht sat beside the eldest of them, his gaze focused on the wood grain of the table. He said little in these meetings, leaving decisions to others.

Nokto and Yves came in together, bickering. They were so loud. Repeating the same arguments, the same insults.

Luke ambled in and fell into a chair. It creaked under him dangerously. The youngest prince had no courtly graces and had fallen into Chev’s faction almost by accident.

Chevalier sighed. This was pointless. They didn’t need a meeting or the decision of some commoner Belle. He was the only choice to lead Rhodolite, if their country was going to survive. He looked up as the doors opened.

Sariel led the girl in like a sacrificial lamb. She looked much as she had before. Startled. Afraid. Her face was pale, eyes wide. If Chev were a kind man, he might have felt sorry for her. As it was, he felt only impatient. The torment of this commoner was frivolous and yet, Sariel insisted on stretching it out.

The princes introduced themselves, starting with Luke. A litany of greetings and welcomes that went around the table. A plague of senseless words. And then it came to the fool. Clavis, laughter on his lips.

“I’m the third prince. Clavis Lelouch. But please, call me Clavis.” He grinned widely, elbowing Chev. “That show you put on earlier today was amusing. You liked it too, didn't you, Chev?”

Chevalier narrowed his eyes. “It was ridiculous.” He was tempted to walk out, but he remembered the way the girl stood up to the drunk - and to him. Despite himself, he allowed a small smile to lift the corners of his lips. “But considering the courage you showed I will at least tell you my name. I am the Second Prince Chevalier Michel.”

For a moment, their eyes held. She didn’t flinch or draw back from the intensity of his gaze. She took a breath, nodded, and then the moment passed. Leon was introducing himself and Chevalier was sorting her reaction. He wanted her to look at him again, so he could see into her. Understand her and how she fit into the orderly world he wanted to build. It annoyed him that he could not easily dismiss her into any of his categories.

“It’s very nice to meet you all. I’m Emma. And . . . I still don’t understand why I’m here.” She smiled thinly and fiddled with her skirt.

Sariel’s smile was wide and his eyes held a dangerous glint. “It is a long-held tradition in Rhodolite that the king be chosen by a commoner. The commoner granted this solemn duty is known as the Belle.”

The girl - Emma - looked thoughtful for a moment. “Wait. Yes, I remember this!”

Chevalier sighed. It was a chore to watch others reach a conclusion he’d gotten to already.

“And they are called that because they have a pure and beautiful heart! That’s why they are able to make the correct choice.” Emma clapped her hands together, excited to remember what a Belle was.

A pure heart. Well, she might have that, Chev thought. Idiots often did. And she was . . . beautiful. Objectively.

“That’s right.” Sariel laced his hands behind his back like a stern schoolteacher.

“Wait! Then . . . I’m the next Belle?”

Chevalier snorted. A few of his brothers made quiet exclamations. Surely it didn’t take this long to draw a line between two clear points?

Ever patient, Sariel nodded. “Yes. And you will be choosing one of these princes as the next king of Rhodolite.”

Despite himself, Chev felt charmed by the stunned look that followed this statement. Emma’s whole body went rigid and her lips parted. Her brows went up and her nose crinkled. She really was expressionate. Like a moving painting or an articulated puppet. He’d never had much interest in the emotions that ran through others before, but this Emma girl was entertaining.

“But . . . why me? This is a decision that affects everyone in Rhodolite! Who am I to decide that?” She took a step back toward the door.

Jin took the opportunity to speak up, still wearing his usual smirk. “Yes, I wondered that too. What was the deciding factor?”

Sariel’s whip-thin smile widened. “The way she slaps.”

“She was that good, huh?” Jin laughed.

There was more chatter, nothing substantive. Chevalier had little interest in reassuring the girl she should be Belle. He settled back in the chair. This decision was already made for him and he was ready to be done with the round table.

When Sariel finally called for a vote, Chev was the first to lift his hand.

“That was quick, King Highness.” Nokto raised a quizzical brow.

Luke nodded. “Yeah. You’re our leader. Should you agree, just like that?”

Chevalier gave them both a cold look. “I don’t care who becomes the Belle. It’s irrelevant.”

Emma looked around the table, still gawping. “Wait, he’s your leader? But I thought-”

Sariel interrupted. “Yes. The princes are divided into two primary factions. Prince Leon’s faction could be said to favor domestic politics. While Prince Chevalier focuses on foreign affairs. The princes in each faction generally align with those goals, so yes. The vote is entrusted to the faction leaders.” His eyes fell on Leon. “And what is your decision?”

Leon gestured to the girl. “I want to know what Emma thinks.”

Chevalier closed his eyes, counseling patience. It was not his strength. Of course Leon would drag his feet. And he did. Asking nonsensical questions, listening to Emma’s idealistic drivel. If this wasn’t a round table discussion, he would have left already.

Finally, Leon lifted his hand.

“Then it’s decided.” Sariel nodded in satisfaction.

Chev stood and walked to the door.

“Leaving already?” Leon tapped a finger against the wood table.

“My business here is concluded.”

Clavis, ever the helpful fool, called out. “Wait, don’t you think you should stay? Woo Belle a bit first?”

“That would be a waste of my time.” Chevalier felt his jaw clench. “Whoever the Belle selects, I will be the future king.”

“You what?” Emma’s timid voice followed his proclamation.

He could feel the weight of her gaze. Her gentle features taut with anxious confusion. She needed someone to reassure her, but he was not that someone. Chevalier let his gaze go round the room, challenging any of his half-brothers to disagree. Then he settled on Emma. He couldn’t help but note the tremble in her hands as she gripped her skirt. “If you get in my way, I will deal with you. Keep that in mind little Belle.”

“Right,” she breathed.

Chevalier left and did not look back. He could care less about Sariel’s machinations, so long as four eyes did not interfere with his plans. There were borders to secure, noble factions to deal with, lands to manage . . . there was no time to think about one frightened girl tossed into the palace with these savage nobles.

The chiefest of the beastly princes ignored how easily his mind conjured her image. Brave little Emma. But even the brave could be devoured by beasts.

Next: Blood and Roses

#ikemen prince #ikeprince chevalier #chevalier michel #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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cheri-cheri · 3 years ago

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[L&N] 168 Hours of Love Event (Day 8 - Final)

Day 1 l Day 2 l Day 3 l Day 4 l Day 5 l Day 6 l Day 7

[ BRO MAO ]

Pixel Bro Mao: I’ve decorated the venue for you. All the best for today!

MC: I think Bro Mao has gone beyond decorating the venue. He has also notified everyone about it.

Pixel MC: Thanks Bro Mao! I’ll do my best!

MC: Don’t listen to Bro Mao’s strategies next time.

Pixel Bro Mao: Come to think of it, ever since you transferred schools, things have been really lively here. And every incident has been filled with surprises. They could be made into a mini game.

MC: What game? Can games be created within games?

Pixel MC: Interacting with everyone has made every day very interesting. I’ve been really happy here every single day.

MC: The same goes for me. I’m really happy that I could meet such a friendly and reliable Bro Mao here.

[ AN AN ]

Pixel An An: For some reason, I feel really reluctant to say goodbye today.

MC: An An is another NPC I can’t bear to part with.

Pixel MC: It’s probably because our holidays are coming up.

Pixel An An: That’s a possibility. I might be feeling overly emotional. Give it your all today! I believe that you’ll definitely succeed!

Pixel MC: Mm. I believe that I’ll definitely be able to do it.

MC: Who should I visit?

[ OSBORN ]

Narrator: With three beautiful strikeouts, you win against the Most Handsome Boy in the School. Without waiting for him to carry out his promise, you retrieve a special baseball.

MC: Why didn’t I know about such an item?

Pixel MC: This is a small gift from me. There are words on it.

MC: A small gift? I didn’t think that I’d be the one giving something to Osborn.

Pixel Osborn: Hm? “I like you”?

MC: Let me look at the words on it. Ah, “I like you”.

Pixel MC: How’s that? This was the best idea I could think of. You’d be fulfilling our agreement, but it wouldn't count as an actual confession-

Pixel Osborn: I accept your confession. Listen - I like you. This has nothing to do with the agreement. It’s from my heart.

Narrator: The mission has been completed. The game world will shut down, and you will be sent to the real world.

MC: Why can't I see anything clearly? Has the game ended? Am I being sent elsewhere?

MC: But... Osborn has helped me out so much. I haven’t given him a proper farewell in the game.

MC: Being able to know Osborn all over again and experience so many interesting things with him... I should have cherished those moments properly.

MC: I originally thought that I’d have a little more time. I didn’t expect our final parting to be like this.

MC: I want to tell him that meeting him in such a strange world was my greatest happiness.

MC: I'm already starting to miss Osborn...

✧ Scroll down for the Epilogue ✧

[ SARIEL ]

Narrator: As usual, a tall and slender figure stands behind the window on the second floor of the Art Building. With his back towards the window, he’s entirely focused on drawing a portrait.

MC: That portrait... is he drawing me?

Pixel MC: Senior, are you free now?

Pixel Sariel: Mm.

Pixel MC: I don’t think I’ve ever properly introduced myself to you. Although I’m a transfer student who has only been here for eight days, I got to know and fall for someone all over again. He has the most beautiful white hair in the world, and golden eyes which people adore.

MC: That’s a pretty nice way of thinking. We got to know each other all over again in this world, and it wasn’t a bad experience.

Pixel MC: Senior, do you know who I’m referring to?

Pixel Sariel: Although you chatter nonstop sometimes and lack artistic talent, it’s a good thing that you aren’t incredibly stupid. Since you’ve prepared it so meticulously, I’ll reluctantly accept your confession.

Pixel MC: HAHA. Senior, I haven’t even reached the confession yet.

MC: HAHA. Why did Senior steal my thunder during such a romantic moment?

Pixel Sariel: You...!

Pixel MC: I like you. I like you, Senior.

Pixel Sariel: Mm. I like you too.

Narrator: The mission has been completed. The game world will shut down, and you will be sent to the real world.

MC: Why can't I see anything? Am I being sent elsewhere? I’ve confessed my feelings to Senior. The mission has been completed, and the game has come to an end.

MC: Is this how it feels for a wonderful ending to come to an abrupt end?

MC: But everything ended right after I confessed to Senior? I wanted to keep Senior company and paint the entire Art Building with him, and document all the views outside the window.

MC: Although I’ve retained the memories from these eight days, I feel as though there are many things that haven’t been done.

MC: I was the one who wanted to finish the mission, but now that I’m back in the real world, I feel so much regret...

MC: I miss Director Sariel, I miss the flowers in his courtyard, and I miss the view outside his window.

✧ Scroll down for the Epilogue ✧

[ CHARLIE ]

Narrator: According to the plan, you’ve arrived at the vicinity of the fountain, only to find that the decorations are even more magnificent than planned. Delicate and glistening roses adorn the entire fountain, and there’s an arch made of lavender.

MC: I think I know who decorated this place.

Narrator: While you’re scanning the surroundings in confusion, the sound of fireworks bursting in the air can be heard from not too far away. At this point, a low and elegant voice drifts from behind you.

MC: This feels really special and formal.

Pixel Charlie: What do you think? Are you satisfied with what you see?

Pixel MC: Did you prepare all of this? But I remember working on the preparations.

Pixel Charlie: How could I leave such things to the female? Although the roses aren’t worthy of you, it isn’t a bad idea to use them to decorate a romantic surprise.

MC: These are probably one of the most expensive roses in the world. They look really romantic.

Pixel MC: Mm, I'm really surprised.

Pixel Charlie: I have an important question. Every ray of moonlight is the moon’s most precious treasure. Are you willing to be my one and only ray of moonlight?

Narrator: The mission has been completed. The game world will shut down, and you will be sent to the real world.

MC: Of course I will! Hm? I was just... what am I doing here? Where’s the Young Master?

MC: The game... Dr Zha... Am I returning to the real world now?

MC: Am I unable to give him my response?

MC: That was such a beautiful confession ceremony. The Young Master must have spent a lot of effort on it. And yet, I wasn’t able to give him my response.

MC: He always treats me like a treasure. I want to let him know that he’s just as important to me.

MC: Going for strolls with him, folding origami... every memory is incredibly important.

MC: If only I could tell him that I’m willing.

MC: If only I did it in time.

✧ Scroll down for the Epilogue ✧

[ JESSE ]

Narrator: Bright decorations are everywhere, and music surrounds the venue. This small hall has been decorated in a warm and romantic manner. However, you and Junior are sitting next to each other quietly.

MC: Huh? Why hasn't it started?

Pixel Jesse: Senior, this place has been decorated so formally. Is there an event?

Pixel MC: Nope. This is a surprise that I've prepared for you, I... cough cough cough! G-give me a moment.

MC: It’s really difficult to say such things.

Narrator: Junior waits for you with anticipation on his face. In the meantime, you almost choke on your own saliva. Junior quickly pats your back. At this moment, you feel a note falling out of your pocket.

MC: Isn’t that the small note that the game version of me stayed up late to write?

Pixel Jesse: “You’re a gift that the Milky Way sent to me, and a candlelight awakened in the dark. With you by my side, I’ve realised what happiness and surprises are. If you wish to chase after the Milky Way, could you bring me along?” Wow. Senior, your words are really romantic.

Pixel MC: Give it back to me. I wrote them down after much thought.

Pixel Jesse: Doesn’t Senior want to hear my response?

Pixel MC: I do.

Pixel Jesse: No matter where I go, I’ll always want you to be with me.

MC: I feel incredible fulfilled! Regardless of how many headache inducing things we’ve experienced, being able to reach this ending makes me really happy.

Narrator: The mission has been completed. The game world will shut down, and you will be sent to the actual world.

MC: Is the mission over already? It feels like I’ve experienced a movie about a campus romance. It’s just that the main characters are Dumpling and I.

MC: Sure enough, the game version of Dumpling perseveres in the things he loves. As long as he’s by my side, I’m influenced by his earnestness, and I wish to keep him company in fulfilling his dreams.

MC: Come to think of it, we didn’t manage to have a proper farewell. Although this is just a game, I made an agreement with Dumpling that we’d be together no matter where we went. But now...

✧ Scroll down for the Epilogue ✧

[ EVAN ]

Narrator: The little hall has been decorated very meticulously today. Whether it’s the flowers on the stage or the red carpet spread out in the middle, the effort of the person who decorated the place can be felt everywhere.

MC: Bro Mao truly has the ability to expand his business.

Pixel Evan: This is the first time I’m in this hall as a user.

Pixel MC: Me too. I feel so nervous that I almost forgot what I’m supposed to do.

Pixel Evan: Should I give you hints? First of all, you have to sit over here.

MC: Why are our roles being reversed?

Pixel MC: Ah, okay.

Pixel Evan: Secondly, retrieve the note from your left pocket.

Pixel MC: Huh? How did you know about that?

Pixel Evan: Your application form was too detailed. Fortunately, you didn’t make any changes to the plan at short notice.

MC: Was the application form that detailed? There won’t be an element of surprise then.

Pixel MC: Cough cough. T-there were some new changes.

MC: Oh? Are there changes that I’m unaware of?

Pixel Evan: Hm? Okay, I look forward to them.

Pixel MC: Dear President Evan, although we've only known each other for a few days, whether it’s in class, in the office, or during our adventures together, you’ve made me feel that staying in this world with President Evan isn’t a bad ending. I’m grateful for the care that President Evan has given me over this period of time.

MC: Sure enough, it’s an expression of gratitude. As compared to treating the Great President as a mission to be completed, he’s more precisely the only one I could rely on.

Pixel Evan: You changed the confession to a letter of gratitude?

MC: Mm, that’s what I thought as well. If I had to stay here, it’s good enough that the President is here with me.

Pixel MC: A letter of gratitude is enough. I’m starting to feel that this place is pretty good.

Pixel Evan: Don’t you want to return to your original world?

Pixel MC: Of course I do!

Pixel Evan: In that case, go back. Congratulations, your mission has been completed. I like you.

MC: Wait, President!

Narrator: The mission has been completed. The game world will shut down, and you will be sent to the actual world.

MC: Hang on. Where am I? Is this the tunnel which is sending me back? What about the game? Everything’s ending just like this?

MC: In the end, Evan completed the mission for me, and I wasn’t able to thank him.

MC: No, not just thank him. There are so many things I want to say to him.

MC: Although I’ve always wanted to complete the mission and leave the game, I’ve genuinely thought of staying in this world which has him in it.

MC: Regardless of which Evan it is, both of them have made me feel the warmth of no longer being alone. His existence has made me feel that no matter where I am, I’ll have sufficient strength to do anything I want to do with him by my side.

MC: But I didn’t have the time to share these feelings with him.

MC: I wonder where Evan is now?

[ EPILOGUE ]

MC: Where am I? Am I at home? I can barely recognise my home now.

MC: I’ve finally returned. These few days have felt like a very long time.

MC: This game is way too realistic.

MC: It feels as though every person I met in the game truly existed.

MC: I could fall for them, rely on them, and they made me reluctant to say goodbye. I miss them.

MC: I wonder if I’ll ever get to see them again?

MC: A strong feeling in my gut tells me that we’ll definitely have a chance encounter when the time is right.

#light and night #光与夜之恋

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tiramisiyu · 3 years ago

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Light and Night: Sariel 【永恒花园】 Eternal Garden Date Translation

Translation Masterlist | Video

I lied about not doing any translations for Light & Night 🤡 Can’t believe this guy grew on me so much that I did this

My relaxed, leisurely weekend morning was cut short by Sariel’s message.

Sariel’s Message: Come to the greenhouse behind the studio right now.

After sighing miserably as I clutched onto my blankets, I got up and rushed out towards my destination.

That glass greenhouse was surrounded by lush forest, and only its simple contours were visible from far away. A mass of verdant green occupied three rows of plant shelves, with magenta flowers peeking out from them, looking full of life. A woven hammock hung beside the floor-to-ceiling window on the north side, and two cushions had been casually thrown on them. Languor and elegance were evident in every single design detail in the room. Sunlight shone in through the window, making the entire space look bright and open, like a secret garden that could be used to relax under the sun.

I slowed my breathing, following the small sounds of branches being cut as I walked carefully to the front of a shelf row.

Sariel was in the middle of handling a pair of flower arrangement scissors with familiarity. It seemed like a few white roses that he had cut off were blooming in his hands. Light and shadow shifted, shining on his hair and shoulders, becoming colourful with refinement and vigor. The whole picture was so beautiful that it was somewhat dazzling, looking a little unreal.

Did he have me come to clean the greenhouse?

Crunch – in my moment of distraction, I stepped on the dead branches that had fallen on the floor. Sariel lifted his eyes from the blooming flowers, carelessly glancing at me.

Sariel: What are you standing there dumbly for?

MC: I saw that you were busy and didn’t want to disturb you.

Sariel looked at me again.

Sariel: As if you could disturb me.

MC: Oh.

He smirked, tapping his finger on the wooden table in front.

Sariel: These flowers have to be arranged and maintained today.

Sariel: Watch carefully. I’ll only show you once.

MC: Huh?

As I hesitated, he took a few green plants and white roses from the side, trimmed them one by one, then placed them in the vase. Soon, the originally ordinary plants took on a completely new look in his hands. I stared those arranged white roses.

MC: It looks really easy, yet it also doesn’t seem to be that easy.

Sariel scoffed, motioning towards the pile of unarranged plants and fresh flowers on the table.

Sariel: Arrange it yourself.

MC: I’ll try!

I grabbed another empty vase, recalling Sariel’s steps from just now as I carefully held onto the plants. However, no matter how I trimmed or arranged then, they all ended up as a vaseful of failures… Where am I going wrong? I had sunk into thought, looking at the plants in front of me.

Click. A clear sound resonated beside my ear, and I abruptly came back to my senses.

Sariel: You’re supposed to be arranging the flowers. What are you all dazed for?

MC: Huh? I was just conceptualizing!

Sariel: Conceptualizing? Then tell me what you’ve conceptualized.

MC: Uh…

My mind moved at light speed as I looked at the plants and flowers in front of me.

MC: I was thinking, is it possible to put white roses, lavenders, and peonies together without making them clash?

Sariel: …

MC: Why aren’t you talking?

Sariel: Because I was wondering how strange a person’s brain circuits have to be, to think of putting those ones together.

Sariel: Forget it, you can go clean up.

As Sariel spoke, he pointed at the leaves and branches scattered on the floor.

MC: Alright.

I put down the plants in my hands, nimbly collected the discarded branches and leaves into the garbage back, and took them to the greenhouse door.

I had just turned around to return when a strange, long sound suddenly came faintly from the forest.

Woo—

MC: …?!

I turned my gaze towards the depths of the forest instantly.

Woo—woo—

The sound gave no indication of stopping, gloomily burrowing into my heart on the melancholic wind.

In shock, my scalp was tingling as I staggeringly pushed the door open and ran to Sariel’s side, pointing towards the outside.

MC: Sariel, there’s a weird cry coming from outside the greenhouse!

He looked me in my panic, his expression still calm.

Sariel: I only heard you making a big deal out of nothing.

MC: Seriously! It came from the forest! It sounded like the wind, but it also sounded like a child crying…

He paused, rubbing between his eyebrows.

MC: Is there something strange in the forest?

He didn’t respond as he walked straight to a shelf on the side, taking a bamboo basket and tossing it to me. I caught it hurriedly with a face full of question marks – what does he mean by this?

Sariel: Hold onto that and take a large hedge clipper.

MC: Huh? Okay!

As I took the hedge clipper, Sariel grabbed a little shovel on the side.

Sariel: That’s all we need. Come with me.

Clutching on the pile of tools, I followed him quickly.

MC: Sariel, what are we doing with this? The thing in the forest… you’re not going to concern yourself with it?

MC: Could it be dangerous? It sounded a little scary.

MC: Sariel, wait for me!

Sariel, who was walking in front of me, suddenly stopped. I hadn’t come to a stop myself and ran straight into his back.

Sariel: Stop talking for now. You’ll have plenty of chances to expend energy in a moment.

I rubbed my nose and suddenly thought of something.

MC: Are we looking for that sound in the forest?

Sariel: Where else would we be going?

MC: So we’re taking these tools to catch it?

MC: This one is probably more convenient to use… do you want to hold onto it?

I handed the hedge clippers, the most threatening out of the bunch. He looked at me without a word.

Sariel: Still remember what the second-last thing I said was?

MC: Hmm? I’d have chances to expend energy?

Sariel: One more before that.

MC: Uh… I think it was to stop talking for now.

Sariel: So, drop those pointless thoughts in your head, got it?

I covered my mouth obediently and nodded.

I followed Sariel into this forest that I had never stepped in. The straight, tall trees covered the sky, as dappled, sparse patches of light shone in through between the leaves. The dead branches I stepped on made crunching sounds.

Though I was surrounded by an unfamiliar and dark forest, and the strange sobbing sound kept getting closer, seeing Sariel’s straight, wide back made my heart calm down inexplicably.

Sariel: We’re here.

Sariel halted, and the sobbing sounds also stopped suddenly. I scanned the area in curiosity, but I didn’t see any crying children or any unexpected dangers. The only strange thing was a little pit, filled with dead branches and vines.

I looked down past the layers of branches, and was surprised to see peeks of a soft-looking, fiery red bundle between the branches.

It was a poor little fox!

Looked like it was because it had fallen into a trap that it made those pitiful cries for help.

My heart fell, and I decided –

⊳ [Get close] – catch his attention ⊳ [Listen] – undo the trap ⊳ [Heart racing] – ask Sariel what to do

The little fox huddled in the corner, looking like it was afraid of how close we were.

Sariel probably must know nearly everything there is to know about foxes – maybe he had an idea to have to fox relax. As he was examining the trap seriously, I could only tap him to catch his attention.

[insert bit here you tap on Sariel’s sprite and he complains]

Sariel: What are you trying to do?

MC: I just wanted to ask if there were any ways to make the fox not be this afraid.

Sariel: It’s very normal for foxes to fear strangers. It won’t affect you saving it.

Aside from that, Sariel didn’t say anything else. He only focused on starting to dismantle the trap.

Did he feel offended by my actions just now? I waited on the side uneasily, rather than stepping up to help.

It seemed like the fox had also sensed the coldness emanating from Sariel and became even more agitated. The moment a gap appeared in the trap, the fox burrowed out and ran off far from us.

⊳ [Get close] – catch his attention ⊳ [Listen] – undo the trap ⊳ [Heart racing] – ask Sariel what to do

After dealing with the trap, we successfully returned the little fox to the forest.

So the strange cries earlier was just a little fox waiting for help… thinking of this encounter today, I couldn’t help thinking of a fairy-tale.

MC: Sariel, don’t you feel like what we went through was like in The Secret Garden?

MC: Though there are a lot of differences in the plot, it was the fox’s whines that drew us into this forest…

MC: Doesn’t that count as the key to opening this forest area?

MC: Since we’ve saved the fox, maybe it’ll also bring new changes to this forest!

~ASMR Portion ftg. Sariel~

You thought of the story of The Secret Garden from saving the fox?

To link these two things that are as different as heaven and earth together – you really do like to indulge in fantasy.

Although, you are quite like Mary from the story.

Don’t think too much about it. I’m not praising you.

I just feel like you have the same ignorant, fearless curiosity that she has.

What are you muttering about?

I’m like that hunchbacked old man? … And the locked-up boy?

Don’t think that I didn’t hear. You really are daring.

You forgot the rest of the story? … Your ability to come up with excuses is also getting better.

Although I do have a lot of time today, so I can retell the whole story for you.

I remember that the start of the story, the master of a manor buried the key to the secret garden after the death of his wife.

He refused to let anyone come and go from the garden.

As young Mary had no guardians, she was sent to this master, her uncle.

Under the encouragement of her maid, Mary started to try searching for her own happiness in the manor and acquainted herself with a robin.

Under the guidance of the robin, she found the key that had long been covered in dust and opened that secret garden once again.

The secret garden was desolate since no one had taken care of it. Mary thus had found her good friend.

Seeding the garden rejuvenated it once again, bringing it back to life.

If I remember correctly, that’s how the story goes.

Before, I always felt that the secret garden could only be miraculously rejuvenated in fairy tales.

However, I now look forward to what comes next in reality.

After all, someone broke into the secret garden without authorization like Mary. After that, didn’t she also bring new life to that garden?

⊳ [Get close] – catch his attention ⊳ [Listen] – undo the trap ⊳ [Heart racing] – ask Sariel what to do

MC: What do we do now? How do we save it?

Sariel leaned on a tree on the side, lazily nodding at the tool basket in my hands.

Sariel: Wear your gloves. First, take out the dead branches and leaves from the pit.

MC Huh? Okay.

I picked out those dried branches and leaves and placed them aside, leaving tangled vines and roots.

MC: Done.

Sariel: Now, untangle the bundled vines.

MC: You sure are gentle with these plants.

Sariel: Are you insinuating that I’m not gentle enough with you?

MC: I wouldn’t dare…

I turned around to hide my sneaky grin, crouched beside the pit, and started to deal with them patiently and slowly.

As these plants had flourished a little too well in the forest, they were still a tangled bundle after a long time spent untangling.

Sariel: You can just cut off the parts that have already withered.

MC: Okay…

MC: How are you this familiar with these? Do you often undo traps like this?

Sariel: Of course this isn’t the first time. After all, there are always idiots running around.

MC: … I feel like there’s something up with what you just said.

Finally, under Sariel’s guidance, we cleared an escape route in the trap. Once the gap appeared, the little fox nimbly burrowed out.

MC: Done!

It didn’t look too injured. It shook its fur, shaking off the leaves on its body, then stretched its body out leisurely. It hadn’t even finished stretching when a pair of hands heartlessly caught it. Sariel held up that fox, looking it over sternly, then stared coldly at that pair of round little eyes.

Sariel: You again.

The fox’s paws struggled for a bit. Seeing that it was no use, it dangled down again, disheartened.

MC: Did you scare it?

Sariel: If scaring it worked, we would not be here right now.

Having confirmed that the fox was alright, Sariel let it go. The fox immediately jumped onto the ground lithely, spinning around happily.

MC: It really doesn’t fear you at all. Haha, it’s so cute.

Maybe it had understood my words, as it suddenly waved its tail at me. After circling the trap a few times, it stuck its paw into the layers of branches. It forcefully dug out a few plants that I couldn’t identify, then pushed it in front of Sariel and me.

MC: Is this for us?

Sariel: Yes. Thank-you gifts.

MC: It’s thanking us for saving it? How cute! Then should we accept?

Sariel: You were the one to save it. Accept it if you want.

MC: Since these are its kind intentions, I’ll accept them.

Smiling, I emptied out one hand and patted the fox’s head.

MC: We’ll accept your gift, then. Thank you!

Seeming like it had understood, the fox held its head high as it shook its tail, then bounded off.

When its fiery red body had disappeared into the depths of the forest, Sariel and I returned to the greenhouse.

I organized the plants that the fox had given me and placed them on the table, then realized that the, then realized that most of the plants in front of me weren’t common ones. Among them, there was one that looked a bit like reeds, but its cilia were shorter, it was so white that it was almost transparent, and it dispersed a strange fragrance.

MC: It’s really pretty… I’ll add it in, then.

I quickly combined this plant, the white roses, lavenders, and peonies into a flourishing bouquet. Satisfied, I set up the vase, cleaned up the unneeded stems and leaves, then took them to the greenhouse door.

When I returned to the greenhouse, I saw Sariel holding that vase and looking it over carefully, his expression somewhat serious.

MC: Why are you looking at them now? I was planning to refine it a bit before showing you.

MC: … What do you think?

Sariel turned around and suddenly set down that vase. His indifferent eyes had a sliver of a strange blurredness in it.

Sariel: Take it away.

MC: ?

Sariel: Take it away.

MC: Alright, alright. I’ll take it away now.

I placed the vase aside, feeling half depressed and half dubious. Did these flowers look so ugly that Sariel wasn’t even willing to look at them?

I turned around, saw that Sariel was still staring at that vase. He then immediately pushed that vase even farther, his face still serious.

MC: ???? Sariel?

He pretended to not hear as he continued his work, his expression indifferent – as if nothing had happened just now. Something seemed to be up with him… but I couldn’t place my finger on where.

MC: What’s the matter? You look somewhat off.

He glanced at me, his eyes calm.

Sariel: I’m fine. There’s nothing off about me.

MC: What do you mean? You’re even using repeating terms!

Note: What MC says here refers to how Sariel said 怪怪 (which I translated to “off”), when just one 怪 would suffice. MC also used the doubled version though… so I guess she means that Sariel isn’t the type to double it up like that?

I worriedly felt his forehead, but I didn’t notice anything abnormal.

MC: I just went out for a bit, how did you end up like this?

His eyebrows wrinkled, seeming to be thinking over something. After several seconds, he finally responded, his words short.

Sariel: Foxtail grass.

MC: Foxtail grass?

Was it that white, reed-like plant in the bouquet?

Sariel: Yes. After a fox touches or eats it, it will…

MC: It’ll do what? Will it hurt you?

Sariel: It won’t.

MC: Really?

Sariel: Yes.

He once again turned around indifferently, cutting loudly at the rhizomes in his hand.

MC: Stop bothering with those flowers for now!

Sariel: Okay.

He obediently placed the things in his hands down, turned around, and looked at me earnestly.

MC: Huh, you’re going to be this obedient?

He docilely nodded at me.

MC: If I were to say anything right now, would you obey it all?

Sariel: Yes.

I pondered for a bit, then tentatively showed him a V sign.

MC: Then tell me, how many fingers am I holding up?

Sariel: 2.

I looked at him in shock.

Can foxtail make Sariel become obedient? Then right now, isn’t he…

I emboldened myself, taking advantage of this as I got close and raised an eyebrow.

MC: Do you know who I am?

Sariel: I do. You’re a foolish idiot.

MC: …………

Sariel: You…

MC: You aren’t allowed to call me an idiot! Praise me!

Sariel: ……

MC: ? Looking like you’re at an utter loss is going overboard!

MC: Whatever, you…

I looked at the pile of plants and flowers in front of me and was suddenly inspired.

MC: How about you help me arrange the flowers?

Sariel: Okay.

He stood beside me and started to clean up those plants that had given me such headaches. Only ten minutes later, a vivacious-looking bouquet appeared in the originally empty vase. However, this bouquet was no longer just one type of plant surrounding the white roses; he’d also added lavenders and peonies.

MC: Whoa, so beautiful.

MC: Although, didn’t you just say that only people with strange brain circuits would do this? Why did you…

Sariel looked earnestly at me.

Sariel: You wanted it.

I startled, caught off guard by a wave of emotion.

MC: Thank you! You’re really the skilled one when it comes to flower arrangements. How about arranging a few more for me to take to the office?

MC: One for An An, one for big sis Zheng Lin, and… right! I could also put one at Mao Ge’s place. He’ll like it for sure!

Sariel: Don’t give him one.

MC: … Huh?

I came back to my senses, noticing that Sariel was looking at me somewhat angrily.

Sariel: Don’t give him one.

MC: Eh, why?

Sariel: Don’t give him one!

MC: Alright, alright, I won’t give him one. Then… can I give one to An An and the rest?

Sariel: No.

MC: Then what about Mya? You’ll be able to see it when you go to her office if I give one to her.

Sariel: No!

Sariel: I don’t go to her office.

He stuffed the vase forcefully into my hand, stooping down at me, his expression making it hard to refuse.

Sariel: Don’t give it to anyone.

Sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, falling on his body, surround him in a gentle and enchanting halo. He looked straight at me, as if in wait for my answer. Those slender eyelashes flickered with light. I looked at him, freezing for half a second, my face somewhat hot. Suddenly, an idea popped up in my chaotic mind.

MC: Sariel, are you…

I agitatedly licked my dry lips.

MC: Are you jealous right now?

Sariel: …

MC: With this sort of expression… did I hit the mark?

He froze, dumped the things in his hands, and walked away, stopping in front of the hammock by the window.

Sariel: I’m going to sleep.

MC: Huh? So suddenly? Should I take you back to your bedroom?

Sariel: I’m sleeping here.

MC: …

Without any explanation, he laid down. He did look somewhat tired.

I pulled out the pillows that he had squashed under him, cushioned them beneath his neck, and helped him adjust his centre of gravity.

MC: Then sleep. I’ll wake you when the sun sets.

He did not speak; instead, he just stared at me. I felt something inexplicable from his stare and could only straight-up ask about it.

MC: Why have you been staring at me?

He still didn’t respond, though he finally looked away, no longer looking straight at me.

I released a breath, intending to leave. Suddenly, his long arm circled from behind around my waist, suddenly dragging me into his warm arms!

MC: !!!

The world flipped around, and I fell into Sariel’s arms as he held onto me tightly. In an instant, a cool breeze wafted over me, overbearingly covering my body.

Sariel: You’re not allowed to go.

MC: You…

I held my breath, wanting to turn around and look at him, yet I didn’t dare do so. My mind was blank, unable to think at all.

MC: Sariel…

MC: L-let me go first.

The only reply I received was a tightening of the arms around my waist.

MC: Sar…

Sariel humphed impatiently, enfolding me in his arms completely. For a moment, the whole world had quieted. There was only the feeling of his warm breath on my neck.

MC: You really are…

When I came back to my senses, I realized I was secretly smiling.

Oh well. After being a “worker” for so long, being a “hug pillow” every now and then wasn’t a big deal.

I was also somewhat tired, but I couldn’t fall asleep at all in his arms at all. Maybe it was because it was too warm in the greenhouse, or because of Sariel’s heartbeat and breath.

After a long, peaceful period, by the time the sunset had dyed the sky outside the greenhouse red, Sariel finally started to show signs of waking. His silvery white hair drooped down, a slight flush on his face, showing a sliver of rare docility. The gorgeous sunset fell on his slightly disheveled collar, adding the slightest touch of tenderness.

He gradually opened his drowsy-looking eyes, but the moment he saw me, a flicker of a complicated emotion appeared in his irises.

MC: How do you feel? Are you alright?

Hearing my questions, Sariel froze up, a rare action for him. A few seconds later, he lifted his hand and rubbed at his forehead – maybe he was thinking about what had happened earlier.

Sariel: I’m fine. Just now…

MC: I promise, I’ve completely forgotten what just happened.

Sariel frowned.

MC: Pfft! Although, you really were cute just now. Not only were you docile, but you even got jealous and cottequish!

Sariel’s face instantly darkened.

Sariel: What did you say?!

MC: … I-I didn’t say anything at all.

I immediately covered my mouth, then remembered that I now had his “blackmail material” in my hands. I straightened up and looked at him, putting on a fierce air.

MC: You aren’t allowed to be mean to me in the future!

Sariel: ?

MC: Otherwise, I might just accidentally scatter your yard full of foxtail seeds.

MC: That way, you’ll end up with a whole field of foxtails next spring.

Sariel shut his eyes, his mouth curving up slightly as he stepped near me.

Sariel: Say it again. What are you going to do in the field?

I blinked, staring frozen at the face that had suddenly magnified itself in front of me as my heart missed a beat.

MC: Plant… foxtails?

His mouth curved more, his warm breath scattering over my face. He’s a lot more dangerous right now than he is when creating illusions!

I wanted to escape, but as if he had cast magic, I could only stand in place without moving.

His mouth opened and closed, as his eyes shone with a colour more beautiful than the subset.

Sariel: There’s no need to wait for next year. I do not mind repeating everything that was done just now.

Sariel: Want to try?

~COMMON END~

Time passed slowly and quietly, until the setting sun had nearly disappeared from view. Sariel leisurely threw a glance at the vase I was holding, the disgust on his face becoming more and more evident.

Sariel: I really have troubled you by having you do this.

MC: I think it’s alright.

Sariel: You really don’t set any standards for yourself.

I pouted as I thought, quietly taking out the flower arrangement hidden on the side and excitedly placing it in front of him.

MC: Then look at this!

Sariel gave me an indifferent glance.

Sariel: What’s this?

MC: A flower arrangement, of course. I mulled over this for a long time – doesn’t it look pretty decent?

Sariel looked over the flower arrangement skeptically.

Sariel: The greenery is a little too dominant.

Sariel: The withered petals on the white roses haven’t been cleared out.

Sariel: The rhizomes are also trimmed into an utter mess.

MC: …

Sariel: But if I were to lower my expectations, I could say it’s alright.

MC: Huh? I worked really hard on this for you.

Sariel: … For me?

I nodded.

MC: Don’t you feel like this white rose is a lot like you?

MC: Completely indifferent to the plants around it, and only focusing on what’s right in front of it.

He paused, staring at me.

Sariel: … Smart aleck.

MC: I’m not! Either way, this bouquet’s for you. You have to take care of them.

Sariel: Using my flowers to make a bouquet for me? You sure know how to use things to your full advantage.

MC: The flowers are yours, but I’ve added my creativity and design to them too~

MC: So… please accept them, hehe.

Sariel scoffed, took a pink peony from the table, then trimmed it and placed it in that vase.

Though the pink petals did not look like much on their own, the contrast of it against the rose’s white added an elegance and liveliness to it. The two flowers pressed together, the petals layering together like thin wings, glowing with the sunset’s light.

Sariel: You forgot an idiot earlier. Now it looks like me.

MC: Huh?

I stared dazedly at the bouquet, my brain slightly muddled.

Did “idiot” refer to the peony… or… me?

Sariel: That’s not important. Right, flower arrangement is just the first step.

MC: What do you mean?

Sariel: Are you expecting these flowers to change their water themselves?

Sariel: So, you have to come to the greenhouse three times each week from now on.

MC: But I sent this to you.

Sariel: Sending this to me means that you don’t have to pay it any mind anymore? Do I have to teach you what it means to see something to the end?

MC: It’s not that serious…

Sariel: So, do you understand?

MC: Yep, I have! I’ll be here on time, three times a week! I’ll definitely take good care of them!

I looked at the bouquet, giving Sariel a slight smile.

MC: I’ll definitely be here.

Since this was the first bouquet that belonged to Sariel and me, I would take good care of them. I’d do my best to have them become a more beautiful existence in this world.

#light and night #sariel #qi sili #he annoys me so much!!#and yet he's my favourite in the game rn #what even is this #i want to drag him into the pit of emotions #istg tho coming from themis where the boys are the epitome of sweet and considerate #the l&n boys are so aggressive #not even romantically aggressive #just pure aggressive #haha but that has its charms too #okay but at the beginning #i would've straight up ignored sariel's message #my sleep time is precious

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dark-frosted-heart · 3 years ago

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This might be a lot so I can understand if you can't write it all out, but I really liked reading your favourite moments on Sariel's route, I was curious to know about your fav moments from the other princes (it does not have to be all the princes but just route stuff that stuck with you) :)

Thanks anon! And I love your question but my memory is absolutely terrible when it comes to recalling things I’ve read so I can’t pinpoint specific moments for most of them 😂

Spoilers for Clavis’ and Jin’s route because I have notes for those Apparently I really like Chapter 24 of each route?

Jin’s route In which MC is a baby bird following mama Jin.

Despite him being a walking sexual harassment case in the first couple of chapters and something he does in chapter 19, Jin’s route is still one of my favorites. It had a good amount of bittersweetness expected from an LI who’d sworn off love and held himself back from/tried to scare away MC when he realized her feelings and his own feelings. I have a soft spot for the dependable big brother type characters (lecherous or not).

Chapter 3 Jin and MC are out in town for a social studies lesson, but Jin suddenly stops and zeros in on a woman with a curvy woman. “Let’s go talk to her. I’ll die if I don’t” he says and MC gets dragged along with.

Jin: MC, this is important. Look at that lady selling flowers over there. She’s very curvy

Chapter 13 Some Jin backstory on why he never draws his sword. On the anniversary of the Bloodstained Rose Day, MC follows Jin, who’s holding a bouquet of flowers, to a little clearing with headstones. 10 years ago, he mercy killed a girl who was close to death, despite swearing to never take a life. This act was witnessed by the girl’s older brother who he thought was already dead. The boy crawls toward Jin with hatred in his eyes, swearing that he’ll kill Jin, but then gets buried under some rubble. The sword that Jin carries now was the same sword he used to kill the girl and he carries it as a reminder of what happened all those years ago. MC cries for him and Jin comforts her, saying that tears won’t change the past.

Chapter 14 Jin taking care of MC MC: Let’s go home. *cuts to tavern* How did this happen Jin gets surrounded by a group of attractive women who belittle MC by calling her a child and say that she should drink some milk instead. Annoyed, MC chugs hers and Jin’s drink, and then passes out. One of the women calls for a carriage to take MC home, and even though Jin misses the company of women, he can’t seem to leave her alone, so he has to decline the offer of spending time with the women.

Passionate Love Chapter 24-25 MC and Jin make a bet on who’d achieve their dream first. MC’s dream was to open a book store at the border of Rhodolite and Obsidian where she would loan books at an affordable price, thus making educational resources available to Obsidian. If MC won, she’d want to become Jin’s lover. If Jin won, she would grant him one request. Jin’s goal...I think was bringing peace between Rhodolite and Obsidian? Because when MC received news of a peace treaty being signed between the two countries, she realizes that she lost the bet. Jin calls out to her while she’s outside of her store/home to collect his reward. He first asks for three wishes which she shoots down immediately. MC thinks that Jin will ask for her to leave him alone, but he asks for her to be his lover. He confesses that he’s afraid to love because of what happened with his parents, but what scares him more is not being able to love MC.

While the true love route’s sweet, I think I prefer the passionate love end haha I’m such an M. True love end’s like after Jin’s crowned as king and MC says her goodbyes. A few days later, Sariel tells Jin that after suffering throughout his life because of love, he’s allowed to have a love he can believe him. Jin realizes what a fool’s he’s been and runs to MC.

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Clavis’ route I love tsuntsun MC who doesn’t take shit from Clavis.

I am so biased toward Clavis, how am I supposed to pick favorite moments when I love the whole route. The fact that Clavis is such a national disaster, townspeople scatter when they see him always gets me.

Chapter 16-17 Sariel charged Clavis with kidnapping MC and letting a prisoner escape. MC and Clavis were brought back to the place on separate carriages. Sariel had asked MC for her story. Back at the palace, in the throne room, Sariel interrogates Clavis but is interrupted by Chevalier who kicks Sariel out. Chevalier and Clavis have a long talk concerning Clavis’ recent actions, how he’s being Gilbert’s pawn, and how he’s going to get himself killed. Clavis being Clavis dismisses Chevalier’s words. Before he leaves, Chevalier tells Clavis what MC told Sariel in the carriage.

Chapter 18 A knight alerts Clavis that a place (his room) is under attack (being broken into by Sariel), so Clavis leaves MC, Leon, and Nokto to his questionable breakfast. Leon’s enjoying the food and Nokto probably thinking “Why am I here”. Suddenly there’s an explosion in the distance that surprises MC but Leon’s still stuffing his face and Nokto’s still (-_-)

True Love Chapter 23 Leading Obsidian refugees that Clavis rescued to the Rhodolite border, he and MC are greeted by Chevalier with an army. Chevalier draws his sword but Clavis is frozen in place. MC steps in between the two brothers and Chevalier points his sword at MC’s throat. Clavis grabs Chevalier’s sword with his bare hands and pulls MC away. He scolds MC for trying to confront Chevalier but MC snaps back and tries to get him out of his funk.

True Love Chapter 24 CLAVIS ESTABLISHES THE LELOUCH KINGDOM Passionate Love Chapter 24 MC’s trying to stop Chevalier from killing Clavis. She lists off reasons why he still needs Clavis, but Chevalier is well aware of Clavis’ value to him. However, he will kill Clavis the moment he poses a threat to Rhodolite.

And later on when going to rescue Clavis, the moment when Clavis’ hands shake while tending to MC’s neck wound from Gilbert while also checking her for any other wounds as she’s covered in blood (thanks to her being in the same room as Chevalier who was slaughtering Obsidian solders). (͒˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ ͒)

Lastly, a minor moment. By picking the passionate love route, we witness the TWO times MC and Clavis have held hands. The CG in chapter 1 and the CG in chapter 25.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri ask

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yvainegelinemarie · 4 years ago

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China is really out here making me raise my standards higher and higher by giving me these MEENNNNN!!!🖤🦋💦

Like the BOYSSS in the new Light and Night game AND Mr.Love is making me feel all sorts of things I- DHjwehie wegkrhort/ogkfnjewfewfjk!!!!

🖤🌑🖤Let...Let me just introduce you guys to Glasses Victor Evan

🖤🌑FIRSTTTT!!! Hello Daddy👀, how are you? How is the weather up there? We better be driving this CAR back to your place babbbyyyyy okaurrr! 💦💦

Now I may just be attracted to similar faces and looks and all I can say is....

🖤🌑Evan is coming thruuuuuu with that Lucien head tilt (I have been fooled once and I WILL BE fooled 1000 times more!!) And my daddy's smile and THOSE glasses ah! You do not understand the powerful hold that this bois smile has over me!🥺🥺 AND YES if Evan turns out to be just as ‘betraying’ as my daddy Lucien you best believe my lovestruck ass is following him down to hell🔥🔥. You know when your parents would say if your friends jumped off a bridge would you jump with them? If it was Lucien jumping, yes...yes I would jump off with him. No cap. 👏🏼👏🏼

🖤🌑And you can’t fool me, I know Mr. Victor and Mr. Evan shop at ALL the same stores okay! 💎💎The hair, the fit. Victors brother from another mother is what this is okay. 👏🏼👏🏼

🖤🌑Like get outta here Evan wit your Victor lookin ass hair and your cute Lucien ass smile MA HEART CANT TAKE IT OKAYYY! 🥺FUCK! 🥺Just poppin in wit yo cute ass suit and those big ass glasses makin the floor under me all WETTTTT OKAY?!?!? 💦💦💦💦

🖤💨🖤Next is black haired Gavin Osborn poppin in with that adorable name Like!!!

🖤💨I have always had a love hate relationship with the edgy boy type haha😔😔. I feel like my style is so similar to them and I like the opposites attract dynamic more than us looking the same so I never give them as much love as I feel like I should😭. BUT I see what this game is tryna do alright!! 😏😏

🖤💨Osborn over here got our baby birds cute ass earrings and edgy boi style (10 pts if we find out that Osborn drives a motorcycle too) 🤭Although tbh I feel like Osborn gives me more Shaw vibes than Gavin😶😶 BUT Gavin is the OG, I got to give him the e-boy cred my guys. 👏🏼👏🏼

🖤💨BUT let me tell you that I can SEE it in that face that Osborn and Victor took the same college course in how to be the ULTIMATE tsundere!!! 😤 Hell Victor and Osborn probably try to one up each other on who has the best insult to call their MC. 😒🤣 and I can assure you that he will drive me just as crazy as this bitch does 🤣🥺

🖤💨Victor I just wanna beat his asss-fhdlhfiorwhfgefow;iouegy😤😤. I do love Vic lol just 98% of our time together would be us talking MAD shit to one another and throwin hella hands for god knows what.👊🏼👊🏼

Victor- Hey Dummy, did you get that report done that I asked for 10 minutes ago?

Me- Yes, damn. Why are you always so needy.

Victor- I gave you 10 extra minutes and you somehow managed to make the report worse than what you started with. Are you really that stupid?

Me- EXCUSE ME-!?! Sir!? ‘Mr.CEO’ you best BELIEVE you did not just use the S word with me?!? *cut to me LITERALLY beating that CUTE ass and Goldman calling security on me for the 5th time today*

🖤✨🖤And last but not least Mr. smooth ass Kiro’s older brother Sariel.

🖤✨I never thought that it would be such a challange to decide who has my heart🥺🥺! I also think I should start with the OBVIOUS resemblence that Sariel has to...😶😶

🖤✨Honestly, I feel like I have absolutely nothing to say and invert Lucien just speaks for himself.... BUTTT I love Lucien more than life so of course we talkin about it okay!!! 🖤🖤🦋🦋🖤✨There is just SOMETHING about these bois expression. Those narrow loving eyes, them cute ass fucking bangs I swear to GOD! 💦💦And those thin little mischievous smirks. 🥺🥺My heartbeat is NOT in my chest rn if you know what i mean...

🖤🦋I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!!! YA HEAR ME! YOU SEXY BITCH!

🖤✨You know bby Sariel has some qualities as our ball of beautiful sunshine Kiro and well... It’s the hair and eye color for me.👏🏼👏🏼 From the little bit that I have seen of Sariel’s character I am hoping he has that more playful side that Kiro has🥺🥺 and he for sure has the fashion sense as him (although the card I picked doesn’t do that justice) 😔😔

🖤🦋🖤Thank you Spookies for reading whatever the fuck I just made🤣🤣. I am so hyped for this game to come to the English Server but from the looks of it it’s still pretty new in China as well so it might be a while. And eventhough all these new baby daddies are IMMACULATE! 💫TOP QUALITY! 🖤SPICY 🔥FUCKING SNACKKKSSSS!! 💦

🖤🦋🖤Lucien will forever and always have my heart~🖤🦋🖤

#lightandnight #mr love dream date #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mlqc victor #mlqc #mlqc xu mo #mlqc shaw #mlqc shitpost #mlqc zhou qiluo #mlqc bai qi #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc ling xiao #mrlovequeenschoicegavin #mrlovequeenschoicelucien #mrlovequeenschoicevictor #mrlovequeenschoicekiro

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vlads-yuka · 5 years ago

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A few Ikepri suitor theories (hc?)

So just earlier (not really anymore, since this took me a few d a y s) I was talking on discord about who among the suitors would be which type (the mom, yandere, tsundere etc) and since I wrote such a long thing about Rio, I thought I could try to do the same for the others 👉👈

I base my assumptions on translations I found of canon content (as of June 7th) as well as my own understanding of Japanese (I might be wrong about things that I claim canon, so if I do please tell me).

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Leon

So it's pretty obvious that Leon is the Ore-sama type basic black haired first guy. I honestly don't have much to say about him, his animal is the Lion, often labeled as the king of animals (how funny haha) so he's going to be very proud and probably use MC just to do his thing and that's it. It's likely he treats MC unfairly and grants you a few misogynistic comments about how useless you are if not to allow him the throne. Eventually, he'll fall in love and become at first awkward af and then probably really sweet and somewhat protective (he has a goal to achieve and his pride won't allow him to let you be hurt in front of him). He'll have some kind of sexy scene when feelings are returned and single handedly resolve whatever drama happens while swearing to protect you and make you happy once everything is over.

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Yves

Yves is really awkward. He tries to act tough like he doesn't give a damn but that's to hide that he's too clumsy to say things honestly (unless it comes to Licht). Pretending to be a tsundere, maybe his lack of luck will also come with the fact that being a bitch to everyone draws them away from you, and he's probably scared of hurting the people he cares about with his harsh words, but that's his only way to hide his "weak" self. He actually doesn't feel comfortable with a lot of people so he doesn't bother opening up. He's dense as fuck and doesn't realize that Licht DOESN'T CARE. Once you try hard enough and keep on being nice to him even though he'd expect you to hate him by now, he'll be so thrown off guard that you'll get to see his adorable stuttering messy self. He'll probably threaten you to not spill what you know about this part of him. He'll gradually sweeten and allow himself to touch more MC and he probably has the cutest laugh once he fully opens up. He's not really clingy unless he's sleeping with MC (you're not getting out of the hug until he says so) and will act selfishly from time to time because suddenly he wants a hug but doesn't want to do it in front of everyone. Note that his earring will be an important part of his past and since there's only one of it, it's either that the other is somewhere else or it's originally not an earring and was something else belonging to someone dear to him. He might break/lose it at some point in his route (since he's unlucky). After MC help him trying to fix/find it for his sake he'll grow soft and tell her how she makes him happier than ever by being her lover and he doesn't need it anymore if he has you, thanking you to have let him love you (I'm thinking about that one adorable cg in the trailer where you can't see his earring and I can't tell if it's just hidden or not) and he'll find/have it fixed soon after. He'll probably tell you that being by your side makes him feel better because he's so lucky to have you that it's almost like his usual rotten luck is meaningless (or at least that's what he'll think if he's too embarrassed to say it). He probably needs to be praised (not exaggerated or he'll sulk thinking you're making fun of him) and he'll blush into an adorable mess.

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Licht

Licht is that one suitor who thinks he doesn't need anyone (and no one needs or wants him). He's super love deprived and will say mean stuff like he's too cool for you (it's canon he's a kuudere and misanthropist) and sincerely doesn't want to have to do anything with anyone. He's the definition of a lone wolf (funny innit) and will be cold, interested and mean with MC for a good part of the beginning of his route. Now this could go two ways. Either Nokto will reveal you about his/their past (because he's that bitch but he probably cares about him) which will allow you to somewhat find your way inside his shell and let you do something he likes, which would, for once, let him show his pure and cute smile, or something will happen causing him to have to protect you (it may be a real danger, but I'd rather think it would be something not necessarily dangerous but triggering to a trauma) and he'd drop his resting bitch face. I think his case could be similar to Kenshin's. He doesn't dislike people, he just hates that he can't/couldn't protect them. His animal being the wolf, I think Licht would become very protective once in a relationship. Him being the powerful male of you two, he'd act like the leader of a bundle of wolves and protect you as you and him. By that I mean he doesn't protect you especially, he protect what the both of you are, and it's like protecting himself at the same time. I think he'd be really quite but would love nuzzling in private. He's that one prince who's icy to everyone but warm to his lover in private. In the same logic as protecting, he'd make sure that you have everything you need and I can imagine Nokto working a bit behind the scenes too to make sure Licht can open himself in a good environment with MC. I don't think Licht hates Nokto, but I definitely think he'd be mad that Nokto is popular and can keep people around him (and in that way, somewhat protect them) so I can see Nokto understanding that and plotting things so MC can help his brother regain confidence. Licht would be the type to, like wolves, have his lover stick to him all the time, but it wouldn't feel obsessive, it'd feel more natural and protective (he's definitely not a yandere imo). In terms of displays of affection, he wouldn't be too vocal about his feelings (he doesn't know much about it yet, it's not really familiar to him to let himself feel so much) and wouldn't say much in general, he's more of an action person. In public, your hands would probably be GLUED but that's about it. In private he'd definitely hug a lot more than kissing and would be the big spoon most of the time when cuddling.

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Jin

I have a feeling Jin is one of those suitors who thinks MC is too pure for him and he shouldn't stain them with however disgusting he thinks he is. I expect him to be a fun mix between Shingen and Arthur and I'm pretty sure his route will be a RIDE. He's absolutely shameless and probably touchy (it's canon he's a boob man, Clavis said it so you better believe it), but I don't think he will with MC. Since he said in his profile he wants to watch MC chose a suitor rather than get involved in becoming king, I think it's going to start by him spending gradually less time with Clavis as he spies on you. Naturally, he'll fall in love (before MC does) and understand quite fast but might take some time to acknowledge it. Something will probably happen like MC randomly tripping or facing a dangerous situation for him to come out of the shadows to protect both her body and her pureness (the type of guy to fight while telling you to not open your eyes and remove your hands from your ears until he says so). Upon you thanking him, he'll go with a bitter smile because he knows he loves it but doesn't deserve it. MC will probably try to make it up to him and so he will spend more and more time being intoxicated with love while trying to push you away. Will come a moment where something bad happens and he realizes that the only way to protect what he wants to protect is with the throne. He'd probably say some cheesy line like "I didn't intend to become the king but I guess it wouldn't be too bad to have you as my wife" and will end up accepting. He'll be a king putting the well-being of the people before his and he'll keep on saying how proud he is of you. In terms of affection, he wouldn't go overboard in public but he'd definitely say some inappropriate stuff in your ear to make you blush in front of important guests. I think he would definitely keep PDA to a minimum because you're his woman and he doesn't want anyone else to see your pleasured face. But boy once you're together between 4 walls he has no self control and doesn't care a single bit if you want to work a little more before sleeping, because you're not going to be able to anyways with him in your bed. An eagle looks like it'd be free spirited and proud so I think this is where his personality will go.

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Chevalier

The information we have on him definitely makes him one of the hardest characters to guess for me, so I'm quite unsure and I'm sorry (I love him tho). For a start, I think a good comparison would be Nobunaga, since the first impression is pretty much the same. Now Chevalier certainly isn't as shameless as Nobu when it comes to touching women (in fact, I think that in the beginning of the route he'd be treating MC with respect but lots of distance). I'm pretty sure I caught him referring to himself as a monster several times, and he's convinced that his core is filth. However, the fact that he's a monster doesn't mean he can't do anything good. The fact that he's often drenched in blood means he fights a lot and this comforts him in his own thought that he's a monster (my best guess is that he's been called so by people in his childhood because he beat some brat up or something and he just decided to stick with it because it's just more convenient than trying to explain why he did), as well as the fact that he probably doesn't smack just anyone and does so it protect his ideals (in that way, he's quite like Mitsuhide). Again, I think that, like Mitsuhide, he overall doesn't bother supporting his acts with saying why he does them, and just does what he thinks is right. Rio mentioned that Chevalier is a late riser and Sariel added that tigers are nocturnal. During night, I think he secretly does some sort of charity stuff (secretly, because it's just laughable to have a monster do charity and he wants to keep acts of light away from his name, that's associated with filth) and probably also beats up some criminals here and there. I think that this would be uncovered a night where MC can't sleep and follows Chevalier out of the castle (maybe she's curious and wants to understand him more, maybe he dropped something) and finds about it. He's not stupid and MC probably is to some extent as usual so he'll notice and will start to tell her why he does this and why he doesn't want it to be known. Following this event MC will start to think that after all he's not just a monster and will stick with him when he goes doing charity at night because you can "Do whatever, it's not my business". While spending time there with you, you'll slowly creep up on his list of things he wants to protect even if he has to stain his hands. Of course, some kind of drama will lead him to have to do it, probably in front of a large number of people and I can see him leaving his sword aside and kneeling to the enemy to protect MC from danger. There, he'll show his sweet side and his desire to see you happy more than anything. Of course, you, who already loved him, will call him out on his bs and tell him you don't want him to be hurt either and you love his beautiful smile. He'll definitely be confused at first but then will take a new breathe and save you, who became a part of him. He'll obviously still think of himself as a monster, but he knows that doesn't mean you can't love him. He won't stop fighting for his ideals, but now that he has to protect himself to protect you, he'll stop being as reckless and definitely will be thankful that you helped him access the throne to pursue his dreams (even though at first everyone told you that you should stay away from him, but you loved seeing his eyes so full whenever he was doing something good). In terms of relationship, Chevalier will be reasonably protective and will trust you to not betray him because "Only you could love a monster like me, and I won't stop loving you either" or something like that. He'll definitely be quite of a tease in private when he wants things to get heated but most of the time it'll just be fluffy with small forehead kisses, hair combing and warm hugs (he's always the big spoon and he's soo warm).

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Clavis

You heard it, the court's number one problem child is romanceable (and this is so messy wtf I literally can't decypher him at all I feel like I wrote something so wrong for him ugh I'm so sorry). He loves to stir up drama and then sit back to watch and has no shame in doing so. Since MC will, as usual, be kinda dumb and innocent, Clavis will tease her A LOT, and use her to stir up even more shit. No one at the court really likes him (COUGH Sariel COUGH) but some somewhat tolerate him, like Chevalier (but if he goes overboard he'll end him). I mean I say no one important, because he sure has a lot of women swooning over him, but I can see him being all flirty and stuff but then not doing anything because he just doesn't really care, it's for fun (lol). When he mentioned Jin's preference, I think he said that he himself was more of an ass man (he said something like leg or something iirc but bruh we all know what that entails when the other option is boobs). Clavis will propose you to mess up the king election (more like drag you into it), but I'm pretty sure that it's because he knows that something fucked up is happening or bound to happen. It seems he will pull up a Mitsuhide except he drags you into it, probably to have you by his side when shit will go down so he can protect you (since you'll trust him, i guess ?). Everything will go according to plan, except for the fact that he's starting to be fond of you, so instead of just having you into the drama and protect you from afar, he'll start to actively stick with you, which will screw up his plans. I'm honestly not too sure about what will happen but basically he realizes he can't be as carefree as usual when something so big is going on and his love interest is in the middle of it because of him and decides to tell you what is happening so you can untrust yourself to him. I think from this point onwards, you both will somewhat have understood what you feel for each other, but nothing will have been said. Hand holding will be normal, and cuddling too if the situation forces you both to stick together outside and/or hide. He figures he'll just confess properly after everything will be over and he'll get to apologize for getting you into all of this. Once it is actually over, he'll turn into a big romantic (Chevalier but cringe) to start the relationship like it deserves to and then will proceed to tease the shit out of you. Overall he'll be a Mitsuhide or Leonardo type lover in my opinion. Now HEAR ME OUT, have you ever seen a leopard walking ? It's beautiful. He knows it. I can just see him walking while somehow seductively balancing his hips sjshid imagine him crawling on bed djdbjd MY MIND IS GOING DOWN THE GUTTER. He's such a flirty seductive ass but I swear he's loyal he just wants to see your cute pouting face. He's quite blunt when it comes to PDA (that's where the fact that he's an ass man comes in handy if you see me haha I can't help it he has a thot dot) and will not hesitate to straight up make out in public if he thinks it's needed (he's not dumb sjbsix he likes to stir up shit for fun but he wouldn't do something extreme if he knew it would end up bad when there are other ways).

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Nokto

Two words: skirt-chasing liar. The man painted his nails to have them black when he does the fox/kitsune hand symbol, he's totally trying to have people distrust him. It is mentioned that Nokto's behavior is a great contrast to his past heroic acts. Linking this to what I wrote of Licht, I think he might have been praised for whatever he did and he hated it because he didn't reach his goal (like nobunaga who unites Japan but hates the fact that there are victims nonetheless). What would be the most interesting would be if it was like I hypothesized of Licht, that he couldn't protect someone in particular. In that way, there would be a contrast between Licht feeling like he can't protect anything and Nokto who can protect everything but what he really cares about. Following this logic, his womanizer personality could be explained in the way that by chasing skirts left and right he can feel like he doesn't have anyone important and protect himself from the pain of loving someone too much and the pain of losing them. Now, either the two's traumas are totally different, or it might be the same event; if so, my best guess would be their mother's death. However, Nokto being a womanizer leads me to think that it was actually a love interest that he lost. Being a good liar and trickster (kitsune things), I assume he's good at reading people and is probably very observant of his brother. If his brother even confided in him, I'm pretty sure Nokto would hide his disappointment of not having been able to protect a few people for his brother's sake. I think his route (or at least the beginning of it) would be a mix of Mitsuhide and Arthur's, being some bold flirting at first as a warning because he wants to draw pure MC away from him. I think MC would then be drawn by his caring attitude toward Licht (almost like a big brother, even though he's the 7th prince and Licht is the 6th) and would make him notice how kind he is. Nokto would probably find a way to make her uncomfortable with heavy flirting mixed up with denying but if it repeats, he'll probably just say that he wants to protect the last person he dares to care about. MC would probably see pain and sadness in his gaze and choice of words and kind of like Arthur's route, she'd be drawn to this vulnerable caring side of him and understand the flirting is only a part of Nokto. Drama will happen, and Nokto will have a breakdown, because he got attached to MC and is convinced he won't be able to protect her. It's likely he tries to push you away even more to make you mad and break his own heart before he has to see you die before his eyes too. Due to this bring a heavy and very bottled up trauma, he will be looking very distressed and MC will rather try to soothe him. I do think Nokto might be crying at this moment (the other one I have in mind would be Yves) and both will realize their feelings at this very moment. However Nokto still won't think he can protect you, but maybe Licht would think something like "I can't protect anything by myself but I can help my brother protect what he cares for" and help him, which would easy Nokto into the idea of having to fight. It's also possible Clavis and Chevalier join in, but I'm not too sure about that. In terms of relationship, Nokto would be a super touchy fluffy lover, liking to feel your chest move in rythm with your breath against his chest while hugging you tightly reminds him that you're alive and that he could protect you and he always will no matter how many times he has to. Like Licht, he would be very protective, but he won't become too obsessive if you soothe him back enough and prove him that you won't break in his palm (the fact that he becomes king also helps since you can have personal royal guards). He's a bit more into PDA than his brother and won't mind resting his hand on your hip in public, but your cute facial expressions are for his own pleasure only~

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Luke

So Luke is the big brother one (but only for MC) and apparently he's lazy. Like a bear, he's huge but you can bet he would spoon you For his lazy traits, I think it might just be his personality, but I do think his doting comes from his past. A guess would be that he was very fond of his little sister but lost her to another man for arranged marriage. I don't know where or when Ikepri happens but arrange marriage can be planned very early, and this would explain his hate/disinterest for official affairs and his doting (it's like he would try to see his little sister in MC while treating her as such) and the fact that he tries to drag her out of official affairs as well. Like mentioned in his profile, his eyes sometimes look somewhat dark and dull, so I assume this could be when he thinks back about his past. I wouldn't go as far as saying he's a yandere, but he'll definitely try to drag her away from court life (not especially people, not especially violently, he'd just try to not lose her). It's sad, but you will probably get sis-zoned for a nice long time before he realizes that 1. he can't force you to do something you don't want to and 2. he doesn't just love you as a sister. Maybe this realization will make him want to become king with you to not lose you, or maybe he will be needing a little something else to be pushed to do so. In terms of relationship, he'll be doting and have remnants of big brother behavior but he'll finish his light scolding sessions with a big fluffy hug. Jokes on you if you wanted to spoon him. For PDA, I think he'd be pretty much just like hand holding and head pats/hair ruffling.

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Sariel

Sariel is known in the court as the "Devil". I would say his role is a mix of Giles (midcind) and Mitsuhide. As the profile says, his past, identify etc is quite of a mystery so I wouldn't get too much into this. Now Sariel expects MC in his profile to kind of suck up to him and do as he pleases while she finds a new king. Whether Sariel is loyal to the princess (you) and the crown or not will determine whether he's simply a shady suitor or the villain of most of the other routes if not all of them (William things hehe). He'll obviously be EXTREMELY shady and will make it very clear that it's best you stay away from what his job entails. However MC will find a way, consciously or not, to get involved way too much in Sariel's affairs (Mitsuhide things haha, he radiates the energy of other chaotic shady suitors only) and he will have to first of all scold her a ton shit and secondly a find a way to get her out of his business. They will probably struggle together their way out of an important job of his and MC will most likely have a good impact on the overall outcome but he'll mostly scold you for getting on the brink of death thanks to what he'll consider a foolish move. As a relationship, once king, I don't think Sariel would go any further than formal hand holding, arm holding and back of the hand kisses. I have a feeling that in private he wouldn't be the touchiest either (I mean he's busy with his shady stuff) but he would definitely pull you into his lap without asking and I could see him stroking your hair while your head rest on his shoulder until he finishes work before carrying you to bed, whether you're asleep or not.

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Rio

Rio IS the yandere and it's 100% canon I'm not accepting critiques on this (someone saying "Look only at me, you only have to think about me" screams yandere already, not to talk about my obsession consisting of comparing him with Toneri of Yuroma) and I honestly think it's soooo cool that the yandere is a butler I love it. ANYWAYS. Rio lost his memory 3 years ago (he was already your butler back then) which means his memories only consist of serving you. That said, you're literally his world, his only friend and his master. I think Rio would be scared not only to forget about everything again and see (I assume) you sad again and forget all your smiles he saw for 3 years (I definitely think he's one of those suitors that love you right off the batch but give you the liberty to be happy with whoever), but also lose you as easily as he lost him memories. If he lost you to someone else, either he'd be forced to watch you be happy with another man, or be left behind. As a loyal dog, he would totally hate the later. Now being your love interest's butler is extremely convenient as a yandere. If he doesn't want you to get out of your room he just has to give you some sort of somniferous stuff or lock you in saying you're sick and "My Lady does not wish to receive anyone in her quarters". Butlers not only attend to their master's wishes (he does say that granting your selfish wishes is also his job), but also are their first connection to the outer world. If your butler doesn't come with you outside, he'll at least be there to see you off and the first person waiting for your return. Now I don't know what entails the secret behind his memory loss at all so I'll leave it as it is. I don't think Rio will be as brutal as Toma from Amnesia or anything (Sariel is watching too) and will probably try to convince you that you need to stay in for a while and that he'll look out for you (bonus points if something bad actually happens). I'm actually not sure to what extent Rio would go. Would he harm others ? Just keep them away ? I don't know, but a dog sure knows how to bite to protect its owner. The route will probably follow the classic yandere schematic: everything is fine, he gets really obsessive, you try to push him away, he gets hurt, you explain him that you love him too but you can't stay locked in forever, he eventually chills. As a king, I think he'd take some time to stop being there for his Mistress' every needs but he definitely would in private, he just wouldn't want to embarrass you in public. For PDA, he would also not be too touchy, sticking to basic butler extent touchy, but he'd be extremely cuddly in private, trying to hook up as much time as possible from you. He'd give a lot of little pecks and smol kisses everywhere on your face and neck until you stop working so he can pull you on the bed in his arms for a slower making out session.

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THAT'S IT

That took me quite a while, phew ! Sorry if there typos and sorry for the huge length inconsistency !

If you have something to add, especially regarding the ones I didn't write as much, please do say so in comments or in my messages and if it adds something to the analysis (and if you're okay with it) I'll add it with credits !

I'm so excited for Ikepri I hope to be able to play soon but for now it's 3am haha

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