#elbert greetia fluff

[judesmoonbeauty]

WC: 1,111 SFW ┃Fluff ┃Touching ┃Kissing ┃Jealousy ┃Words of Affirmation CW: None Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader Pronouns: You This is based on a discord prompt: Sun Catcher Summary: Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony. Dividers: @/natimiles [Master List]

After a refreshing early morning stroll hand in hand with Elbert by the seaside, you both return to the villa he owns nearby, and along the way you ponder how filled to the brim you are with the warmth and happiness of spending time with your Beloved. The weight of your feelings for Elbert intensified like strong ocean swells breaking onto the shore as you watched his eyes widened at the beauty of the sleeping sun breaking over the horizon. The more you and he spent time together, the more you noticed small changes within him blossom, like the first hazy rays of sunlight being born from the darkness that he had contended with all his life.

Finally, Elbert was beginning to notice how truly wonderful and beautiful the world could be around him, even if he felt weighted down to the deepest trenches of the ocean’s lonely floor, at least some light was filtering through the dark abode now that you were weighted down with him. You smile as you sit by his side in the carriage and inspect the beautiful sea shells that you both collected, embedding these precious thoughts and memories upon the shells, so they’ll never be forgotten.

“…..”

Noticing that you’d been admiring the sea shells for far too long, Elbert takes the collection bag from your hand and places them on the seat opposite of you. Watching him closely you perceive that he must be coveting the exorbitant attention you’d been giving the beach finds instead of him. He gently grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Staring into his fathomless blue eyes, he trickles kisses on your forehead, down to your eyelids, your nose, and finally reaching your blushing lips. Grazing them so faintly with his tongue it was like a faint whisper brushing against your skin, beckoning you to open for him. Parting so naturally on their own, you grant him the access he was tenderly requesting.

It was never enough for him. He craved your heart, mind and body so earnestly that Elbert could never allow anyone or anything divert you from him for any extended period of time. It was because of you that he began to learn the value of true beauty, and now that he held it in his grasp, he would never allow you to escape his snare. He loved you more than anyone or anything in the world, and he would destroy all of the world if it meant he could keep himself in your sight.

However, he battled this desire to lock you away from everything and to keep everything from you, so you could be happy. Searching the deepest corners of your mouth with his needy tongue he tried to convey his hunger and desire for you, and that was how you both spent the remainder of your trip back to the villa, consuming each other with deep fervent kisses.

Upon arriving, you asked Elbert if he had any spare gemstones that he didn’t need anymore. Elbert looked at you surprised for a moment because he never expected you to make such an extravagant request, but he was happy to give you whatever you wanted.

“….I do. I’ll have the butler bring them to you.”

“Thank you! Oh, but I also need a few more items, and some tools.” A bright smile flashed on your face, and he looked at you even more perplexed than he did before. Still, he agreed to your request.

After receiving the required items you needed, Elbert had received correspondence from Crown about a matter that needed to be addressed, and so while he was away tending to that matter, you holed yourself up in your room working away. It near sunset by the time Elbert finished his duties and returned to your room only to find it empty.

“Lord Elbert!” You called out from behind and grabbed his porcelain hand as he turned around to meet your voice.

“Quickly, come with me or else we’ll miss it.”

“Miss it….?”

“You’ll see.”

Watching you walk ahead and pull him by the hand, Elbert thought that he couldn’t imagine how he had ever breathed before he met you, how you kept pulling him from the depths of his dark watery abyss and into the shallows, and when you both enter his room that faces the ocean, his thoughts were further cemented - you truly were a glorious light in his dismal world.

The entire room was aglow and dancing with the most beautiful display of light that danced all over the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Stepping into this kaleidoscope of alluring colors, Elbert paused and looked around the room like a mesmerized child, until his eyes met it’s source hanging in front of the open-air balcony.

“…The gems…..is this why you asked for them?”

“Mhm, I made a sun-catcher for us.”

Walking up to it, his eyes wandered over it like he was evaluating it’s worth. You’d seen those eyes before, and his silence made you nervous as he gently reached out and touched it, so you explained.

“I wanted to capture our memories of our watching the dawn together this morning, so I thought I’d make this sun-catcher with your unwanted gems, and included the sea shells we found at the beach.”

The shells that he was so jealous of earlier that morning now gently lay in his hand, woven along with the different stones Elbert would never have looked at again - a gift of light from his lover. Feeling slightly confused as to whether he was happy or discontented, those feelings were washed away when he felt you pick up his hand and kiss it.

“I love you more than anyone or anything in the world, Lord Elbert. So, don’t be afraid to share the beauty and the light of other things with me, because they will never replace you. So, please continue loving me just as you do.”

“Even if I……drown you with that love?”

He was often anxious of this thought as to whether or not you’d mind being pulled in the murky depths of his love. Smiling at him you drape your arms around his neck and peck his lips to reassure him.

“Let’s make a promise, drown me with your love, and I’ll shower you with all the light I possess.”

A gentle breeze flows into the room, sounding a sweet clinking from the sun-catcher as a palette of colors bedeck you both while engaged in a passionate kiss.

[sunshinetatiana]

Little Member of the Crown.

So, this is just a rough idea of what it would be like if Crown has a little girl. I wrote her as Victor's daughter.She can be his biological child or adopted. She is already present when MC arrives at the crown. The whole fic is written assuming Reader is the little girl.

Please go easy on me as it is first time I have ever written something. There will be a lot of grammatical mistakes and other kind of errors as english is not my first language. Plus I haven't proofread it at all. This is just a raw version.

Victor

Daddy Victor - He named you 'Victoria' after him and since you remember his daily routine consist of waking you up, brushing your teeth, making you scones for breakfast{*with extra butter ofc) while singing annoying song, Braiding your hair with 100 ribbons and after that He looks at you and be like - Oh My Papa Victor's Little Princess is so so adorable. I can die by such cuteness. His drama continues until you walks away leaving him.

So You both go to picnic almost every weekend. You get to eat sweets so much that you are tired of them. But Daddy Victor always tries new recipes for you and you have to really really praise him okay.Really He never gets tired of it. On the top of that He makes dresses for you!! It was good at first but then one day he embroidered - I ❤ Victor on dress and request to wear it. No way You are gonna wear that dress and roam around the crown castle. He's so childish sometimes really. He gets pouty and then you feel bad about it. So in the end you agree to wear it. Wait did he just manipulate his own daughter???

Willliam

Now next Uncle William - He's really really a cool uncle. He says to you - Do whatever you want kiddo. No restrictions! I will handle the rest. And his magic tricks are so much good compared to Daddy Victor when he displays his power. You really look up to him. He even taught you how to play piano. You two sometimes go and enjoy both of your favorite strawberry cake at the cafe leaving Daddy Victor's freshly baked scones with extra butter at the home.

Harrison

Next Uncle Harrison - Well you call him uncle Harry!! He really cool tho! He has so many interesting stories. He gets you into mystery novels and you happily invade his book collection. But He can easily see through your lies. But No worries coz he's not gonna tell Daddy Victor about it. After all You and Uncle Harry has so much to complain about Daddy Victor's annoying behaviour!! Plus those mint candies he share with you are delicious!

Liam

Next Uncle Liam - You are literally his favorite since you have been born. For the first few days, he didn't left your side at all. He was so curious watching you growing up. Even now He is your playmate. He plays hide and seek with you and many other games with you. He sometimes bring you to his theatre practice where you see him playing the hero. He looks so cool. He acts as a kitty for you.You really have so much fun with him each and every time.

Elbert

Next Uncle Elbert - You call him Uncle Elbie since Uncle Al calls him the same. You constantly found yourself staring at him coz he is so beautiful. One day, you went out with him shopping and he bought all the toys in a shop for you. Both of you have one thing in common ~ You both have small tummy. There is always some food left on both of your plates.But when Daddy Victor tells you that you won't grow up if you don't finish your plate. You got worried for Uncle Elbie. You scolded him for leaving food.He obediently listens to your blabber and smiles faintly. He said that he will try.He still have the small 'pretty' ribbon you gave him when you were little.

Alfons

Next Uncle Al - You really don't like him. Why? Coz he always says you are UGLY!! Since you were little, he has been calling you especially when Uncle Elbie is near. So one day, you decided to show him how pretty you are as Daddy Victor says. You wore a pretty princess dress and adore yourself with many ribbons, glittery accessories etc. And You went to him to show your pretty dress. You were confident that he would definitely be charmed by your cuteness just like Daddy Victor. But Uncle Al said ~ Oh My! What a UGLY masterpiece we have here?? You literally bust into tears and told him that you hate him. Uncle Liam had so much difficulty consoling you that day. But You and Uncle Al have one thing in common - You don't like people who eat messily. From that day, you started looking him with different light and came to conclusion that Uncle Al is not that bad, he just have bad eyesight.

Roger

Next Uncle Roger - He calls you little Lady. He has been treating you ever since you were a baby. One day, you followed him and found his large laboratory. Since then it has become your favorite spot for hiding during hide and seek. You sometimes hang out in his laboratory with Uncle Liam and Uncle Ellis which annoys him and at the end Uncle Roger throws three of you out. In short, He considers you annoying like Uncle Liam and Ellis. And He take revenge on you by giving you the most bitter medicine. The aftertaste of which can't even be fixed by eating extra sweet cupcakes.

Ellis

Next Uncle Ellis - You haven't told anyone about it but you like Uncle Ellis more than anyone. He is super sweet to you. He give you piggy back rides and is always ready to play with you. He also shares his favorite jam with you and sometimes accompany you and daddy Victor to the picnic. He finishes his work early so that he can attend your tea parties with uncle Liam. One day, He brought you to his work on your insisting and both of you had a good scolding by Monster * ahem Uncle Jude.

Jude

Next Uncle Jude - He is a complete Demon. Why?? Because he never hangs out with you. Whenever you try to play with him, he picks you up and drop you at Daddy Victor's office. You also have hard time understanding what he's saying. Sometimes, Uncle Ellis close your ears while he's talking. But You know Uncle Jude is not that bad sometimes. You remember the day when you had a fever and Daddy Victor and all Uncles were out on a very important mission. So Uncle Jude stayed behind and took care of you. By the way,He later took Babysitting charges from Daddy Victor. Very few people know that you have a monster doll whom you have named after uncle Jude.

Ring

Uncle Ring - You don't know very much about him as he has recently arrived in England. You heard from Daddy Victor that He's a very important guest. So One day you invited him over a tea party you were having with Uncle Liam and Uncle Ellis. When you served him tea, He said - W What am I supposed to do with this empty cup?? Then Uncle Liam motioned him to drink. He really is so clueless. One day, while roaming around you overheard him talking about you to two other men. He said that You are DANGEROUS!! You are extremely cute and can manipulate others into playing with you by capturing theri hearts with your cuteness. He really has to learn a lot.

MC (Kate)

One morning, you woke up and realized that there's a new addition to the crown. Daddy Victor introduced her to you as 'the fairytale keeper' who's gonna live with us for the next one month. You were really excited upon her arrival. Finally, you have a 'big sister' among the bunch of uncles in the crown. She's really really kind. She plays with you even after she's tired after missions. You also invite her over your tea parties. She tells you so many fairytales.You really don't want to part with her so you are secretly planning to ship miss fairytale keeper with one of your uncle.

This is literally my fantasy of being born as a little girl in my favorite reverse harem game having a hot and responsible dad and handsome uncles. And I will get to play cupid by shipping the main character with my favorite suitor.

[fairylibe]

where i’m meant to be.

1312 words. fluff. features: elbert greetia × gn! reader, alfons sylvatica, roger barel, victor (minor).

꒰ summary ꒱ elbert returns to crown castle after a week-long mission on a cruise, and all he wants is to be with you.

“the cruise is a round trip, but once you board, you will be on for the next week.”

elbert quietly listened to victor list the details of the mission he, alfons, and roger were assigned to go to, as though he were reading through a list of bullet points on a document.

“your mission is to confirm the illicit drug activities that have been reported there, and pass judgment as necessary.” with that, victor gave the three men before him a smile that was genuine, and yet somehow elusive in nature. “may you give into the darkness of your wicked hearts.”

when they exited the room, alfons let out a sigh, his lips curling into a small, wry smile. “it would seem you and i have a penchant for getting missions out in the sea.”

elbert closed his eyes, opting not to say much in response.

roger, seeing elbert’s solemn expression and the way he stayed silent, narrowed his eyes. “by the looks, you’ve got less than pleasant experiences on a ship.”

“…it’s fine. it’s just my first experience on a ship was…” elbert paused, searching for the right word to use.

before he could pin down such a word, though, alfons finished his statement. “it was so hapless, all we can do is laugh heartily when we think back on it. enough of that, though, we must prepare for this lovely cruise trip.”

“lovely, huh…”

elbert closed his eyes, ruminating on that single word alfons had uttered in sarcastic passing.

the trip would have been more “lovely,” even when they were boarding the cruise for a mission, if (y/n) was there by his side.

on the cruise, the full moon, serenely still in the sky, only observed the crimson happenings below.

“w-who are you guys?!”

when roger opened the door (by kicking it down, as “knocking wouldn’t have gotten them to open the door like that”) to a certain room hidden in the vip sector, 

alfons followed roger inside, releasing a dramatic sigh. “must you make such a violent show? i was hardly aware you did not know something very handy called a doorknob exists.”

“haha, well, politeness isn’t exactly in my dictionary when we’re dealing with bastards like these.” his glasses seemed to gleam slightly as he turned toward the group, who had all stood up from their seats by now, frozen on the spot with some pointing guns toward the crown members’ general direction, but fully prepared to book it. “besides, if you called that violent, god knows what you’d call the scene that’s about to unfold here.”

“i can only pray this doesn’t turn into a bloody mess, but more times than not, prayers are only empty words.”

when roger handled the right side and alfons the left, elbert swiftly navigated through the chaos of the crowd, pinning his ocean-blue eyes on the target — a man in an eyepatch and a scar across his cheek.

amid the chaos, he was sneaking away toward what elbert presumed was the exit.

“don’t run away.” elbert’s voice was soft, yet deep and firm at the same time.

the man jumped and turned around before he stood there, his one visible eye widening, as though enraptured at seeing something new and refreshing for the first time. it was an expression elbert detested, and yet had unfortunately grown accustomed to from his time living in the greetia manor.

please… look at me with any other eyes but those.

finally, as though the effects of a spell elbert had unconsciously casted was ebbing away, the man turned around once again to run.

“only those with no brain would stay here of their own will!”

he closed his eyes, murmured a small “i see…” and then stepped forward himself, his toes touching the man’s shadow.

only when screams and cries broke out from the room did the haunting silence fall.

a week had at last passed, and elbert was very much looking forward to return back to crown castle… of course, he couldn’t say he was the most fond of being out in the sea in general (although he favored the sight of it), and not only that…

“…to think a large whale had come out of the water, soaking elbie from the top of his head to the tips of his toes! the woe, indeed.” alfons made a dramatic show of crying.

“you got soaked from head to toe, too, al,” elbert pointed out, a small smile on his face.

“that is very true — i must applaud your proficient deduction skills.”

“you two better take a shower,” roger said, his voice laced with worry, “unless you’re looking to get sick.”

“i would very much not mind getting sick; would that not mean less physical labor?”

more than the stress of the mission, though, there was one person he so dearly missed. someone he needed to see.

right this moment.

“…i will be retiring to my room.” elbert nodded his head as a parting gesture before he turned on his heels.

there, when he opened the door, he saw (y/n) lying in a fetal position on his bed, their eyes closed and chest moving up and down rhythmically; they were fast asleep. elbert slowly approached the bed, as though he were walking toward a treasure.

“(y/n)…” his voice came out in an almost hoarse whisper. it felt as though he hadn’t said their name in years, so he repeated it over and over again, like a broken record. “(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)…”

he wanted to engrave the sound of their name on his lips within him, and he wanted to whisper it over and over.

seeing them sound asleep like this, they looked just like a statue of a deity, and drawn to them, he leaned in to plant a kiss on their forehead, their skin feeling warm against his lips.

“mn…”

it was then they stirred, their closed eyes twitching, but seemingly not awake yet.

“…i have returned, (y/n).”

his voice was soft as he watched their eyes flutter open, the color still cloudy from lethargy.

“lord elbert…?”

how he loved the way their lips sounded his name out in a drowsy whisper.

(y/n) slowly sat up, rubbing their eyes. the entire time, elbert was drawn to their slow movements, his deep ocean blue eyes reflecting them, and only them.

“i missed you,” elbert said, “a week was too long… much too long.”

even a day is too long.

(y/n) slowly reached out toward elbert’s cheek, their fingertips hesitant as they brushed against his porcelain skin. it was as though they were checking to see if he was real.

but then their eyes widened.

“wh—you’re soaking wet!”

“yes… it happened during the mission.”

“are you not cold? i can bring a towel.”

elbert shook his head.

“i want you,” he stated, his voice seeming to deepen a notch, “just you.”

(y/n)’s cheeks seemed to darken, and elbert couldn’t help but smile fondly at that.

“i-if that is enough, then…”

(y/n) wrapped their arms around elbert, pulling him into their chest. being filled with the warmth of the embrace, he closed his eyes, burying his face in their chest, taking in their scent, the shape of their body... everything.

until i drown in you.

(y/n)’s fingers made their way to elbert’s hair, combing through his wet, blond locks.

it was silent, but it was a comforting silence.

“…welcome home, lord elbert.”

to hear their whisper was like a dream — one he never wanted to end. if only the night could stay eternal, the moon stuck at its peak in the dark sky that was spotted with flickering crystals.

“mn.” elbert smiled, albeit unbeknownst to (y/n), “i’m back, (y/n).”

back home, in the place he was meant to be.

fin.

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[nightghoul381]

Hello! I would like to request a fic with Elbert going out on a picnic with the reader. Prompts are: Established relationship + Fluff

Have a good day! 🫶💖

A perfect prompt for the Falling For You CCC that @judejazza and I are hosting!! I actually really enjoyed writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

The Perfect Date Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader Prompts: Colored in Fire and It's Warm in Your Arms Genre: FLUFF! Pure fluff and cuteness ^w^ WC: 903

A soft knocking at the door catches your attention as you wrap your scarf around your face. Despite the now chillier weather, the sun had been so bright and inviting, you had decided to see if you could convince Elbert to go out on a picnic with you. He rarely left the castle during the day when it started to get cold, so you wanted to take advantage of the last vestiges of summer before they were swallowed up by winter’s chill.

“Are you ready?”

You can hardly hear Elbert’s voice through the closed door but you were used to how soft spoken he was and could now easily pick out what he was saying.

“I sure am! We just need to stop by the kitchen so I can grab the basket and we can head out!” You reply, bouncing excitedly over to the door. When you swing it open you see that Elbert is… well prepared to say the least. His frame is nearly doubled in size with a ridiculous number of layered long coats and what appeared to be at least three pairs of pants.

You stand gawking for a moment before Elbert clears his throat and mutters, “I don’t like being cold.”

You stifle a giggle before taking his hand in yours, feeling the soft leather of one of Alfons’ gloves covering his silky skin. He really was so adorable sometimes it was hard not to dote on him like a small child.

A short time later you find yourself nearing the park you had picked out for your picnic. Elbert’s deep blue eyes flicking to stare in awe at the multi-hued trees blazing brightly in the sun. Vibrant reds and oranges against faded yellows created an almost fiery appearance and you had to stop more than once to wait for him to catch up. For a man with such long legs, he takes surprisingly short steps.

By the time you finally reach the little clearing you’d found before, the sun had begun to make its way toward the tops of the beautiful trees.

You quickly lay out the tartan cloth, setting out the food you’d prepared and handing Elbert a small sandwich.

A soft smile spreads across his face as he daintily takes it from your hand and begins to nibble at it. He never has been much for eating, but even so, you find yourself relaxing as you tuck into your own food. The wind suddenly picks up, sending a swirling torrent of leaves dancing around you and burying themselves in your hair.

Letting out a giggle, you glance up to see Elbert’s face twisted in a grimace. A leaf has managed to cling to the top of his sandwich and he sits there staring at it, clearly disappointed.

“This leaf wants my sandwich,” he states, setting it down on the cloth beside him and letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Elbert, just take the leaf off!” You laugh before you see his blue eyes flash toward your face, mischief glinting in their depths.

“The leaf may have the sandwich. I’m not hungry any longer. I’m just cold.”

His statement is ended with his arms stretching out, inviting you into his embrace. You gratefully accept, crawling into his lap and sighing happily as his arms wrap around you. His chin rests on your shoulder and you feel his head lay against your jaw as he takes in a deep breath.

“I don’t like being cold,” He sighs. You feel a pang of guilt. Perhaps it would’ve been a better idea to just have gone to the local café that you typically went to. Just as you open your mouth to apologize he adds, “Unless I have you here to warm me up.”

Your heart sings as the gentle words fill you with a blissful affection. His arms squeezed just a bit tighter and you let yourself melt against his chest, letting out a contented sigh.

You’re not sure how long you sat there, curled in each other’s warmth, but soon the sun had set the trees ablaze and Elbert quietly gasps.

“I think that this moment is beautiful. I don’t want it to end.”

You know that he’ll struggle with not being able to ‘obtain’ this beautiful moment, but you also can’t help but agree. If you could stay here in his arms, with such a beautiful scene before you, forever, you would be the happiest person in the world. Just for this moment, you decide to indulge him, closing your eyes and fully losing yourself in his embrace.

A soft grumble, followed by a sigh, signals that the ‘beautiful’ moment has passed and when you open your eyes, you see that the sky has nearly faded to night.

“It’s getting colder. I don’t want you to get sick, so we should go,” Elbert sighs, laying his forehead against your shoulder before releasing his arms and allowing you to get up. Glancing back, you press a soft kiss to his lips at the sweet sentiment before hopping up and packing everything into your basket.

Finally arriving back at your room at Crown Castle, you and Elbert make your way over to the bed and bury yourselves under the blankets. The chill may have gotten to you more than you had thought, but it was a small price to pay for being able to warm up in your lover’s arms.

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Your Villain Buys You Lingerie! 🌸

18+ MDNI | Suggestive Content | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

CW: suggestive content, some mentions of power imbalances, some villains' descriptions are fluff-adjacent hehe

AN: These are the kinds of lingerie/sexy outfits that I think the villains would buy you! Enjoy! These fictional men are a problem for me! Hehe!

William Rex

Will would take your taste into consideration while also managing to select something that he likes. And he would spare no expense. We’re talking designer pieces here. Definitely in shades of red, black, maroon... dark jewel tones, of course. I’m imagining him at the store—the saleswomen absolutely falling in love with him while he describes the kind of sexy lingerie set he wants to buy for you. Would probably land on something that takes time to remove, like a full corset set. He’d want to enjoy the view for as long as possible!  

Harrison Gray

Harry strikes me as a man of simpler tastes. He would pick something cute and comfortable for you, because to him it does not matter what you’re wearing—you are always sexy! But seeing you in the mint-green matching bra and panties that he got you gets him unexpectedly flustered! He’d bury his face in his hand and sigh, “I know I got them for you, but I already want to take them off...” So you get to tease him for once for being such a perv. Win win!

Liam Evans

You know that this certified babygirl knows his way around a lingerie shop okay! He would honestly buy you cute and sexy lingerie all the time. Like you would have soooo many matching lingerie sets from him lol. You could wear a different one every night and not run out for months. He loves to dress you up all cute and sexy! He thinks you look especially good in shades of pink, but he buys you lingerie in every color/style imaginable. And when you put it on he gets flustered, even though he’s seen you in sexy lingerie so many times before. Sorry, he’s obsessed with you!

Elbert Greetia

Okay, talk about sparing no expense. You would have to go to all of the lingerie shops in town to tell them to turn Elbert away at the door next time he comes in because it’s fr starting to be too much lmao. He would of course listen to you if you told him that you don’t need any more lingerie, only handing you one more box. You open it to find gorgeous, handmade pale blue lace garters. “Look on the inseam of them,” he’d tell you. Embroidered on the inside of each garter with pretty blue thread is a message from him. “To my dearest y/n” on one and “a beauty for my eyes alone” on the other.

Alfons Sylvatica

Lol buys you a full black latex/leather dominatrix outfit. You stare at him incredulously and he just smirks at you. “What? You don’t like it?” Try as you might to explain that you don’t hate it, but haven’t worn something like this before, it does not matter! Lol! Alfons will coach you don’t worry! “That’s exactly the idea, y/n,” he’d purr, “seeing someone as innocent and pure as you in such a naughty outfit... the thought alone gets me so excited... see... look, I’m already hard...” Lmao.

Roger Barel

Although he can appreciate a woman’s beauty in pretty much anything, he doesn’t really see the point of lingerie lol. He’s just going to strip you! Why get so fancy? But the idea of you wearing something underneath your clothes all day that he picked out for you does turn him on. Like a secret understanding that you belong to him. He would pick out something simple and elegant, but racier than what you would pick out for yourself so he could enjoy watching you nervously adjust your clothes throughout the day to make sure no one caught a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath...

Victor

Haha, there’s no kind of lingerie out there that Victor wouldn’t want to dress you in! Corsets, teddies, matching bras/panties, G-strings, thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties... You name it, he’s already picked it out for you! You politely decline most of these items, which he of course doesn’t mind (though he’ll pretend to pout). But when he does manage to convince you to wear the cute see-through lilac nighty that he picked out, he can’t take his eyes off you. He’ll whisper compliments in your ear while he runs his fingertips teasingly over the sheer fabric... “Mm, I knew you’d look heavenly in this color.”

Jude Jazza

Buying you gifts has a dual benefit for Jude: he gets to see your reaction and it means you owe him lol. So you better believe that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you unwrap the chastity belt that he bought you. The look on your face is a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and, you hate to say it, anticipation lmao. You know what this means. “The princess was getting so dirty askin’ for naughty gifts and all, so consider this the start of your Good Girl training.” The blood drains from your face and he just grins even more! Get ready! Hahaha!

Ellis Twilight

He would buy you a comfy but sexy black lace bra and panties set, which you love. He’s so delighted that you like the set, so he feels like you won’t mind the second part of the gift: black fuzzy handcuffs that match. He can tell that you get turned on as soon as he shows them to you. “y/n let’s try them out now, okay?” And before you know it you’re in the lingerie he bought you with your hands handcuffed to the bed above your head. “Mm,” he’d say appreciatively, “I want to keep you handcuffed and stripped like this forever, okay?” Buckle up! Lol.

[stellari-s]

a source of comfort . . .

request; no, it’s for @flash-exchange with the prompt “sparklers/firecrackers”. requests are currently open (though with a queue)!

wc; 494.

tags; elbert greetia x gn! reader, may be a bit ooc, fluff, presence of fire, could be pre-established or established relationship, romantic undertones.

summary; you and elbert take a stroll together on the beach, where you light a sparkler with him under the moon…

it was a serene night on the beach — a night like any other, in a secret hideout.

“lord elbert.”

you stopped in your tracks, turning back to look into those eyes as deep blue as the ocean whose shore you two were strolling aimlessly upon. even in the darkness of the night, illuminated only by the full moon and the dimly flickering stars, you felt you can make out those colors with clarity, especially as his eyes widened slightly.

“i want to share another secret with you, here in our secret place. that’s why i brought these.”

holding out a bag with a beaming smile, you used your other hand to take out what appeared to be two sticks.

one for you, and one for him. two sticks — just for the two of you.

“are they just sticks?” lord elbert’s voice was soft, but you could glean a quality of curiosity. “what… do we do with them?”

his movements were a tad awkward and stiff as you handed him one of the sticks.

“of course, we’re going to light them.”

“…?”

you used a lighter to light a spark on the wire end of the stick, causing the flame to spark outward with a crackling noise that almost seemed like applause. after you readjusted your grip, you lit lord elbert’s stick.

he stared at it with an unchanging expression, but you could tell he was focused on it from the way the flames so clearly reflected in those glass-like blue eyes.

“is this beautiful?” he finally asked following a bout of silence.

“to me? yes, it’s very beautiful.” your lips tugged into a small smile. “both when it’s alight, and when the flame goes out.”

“when the flame goes out?”

“i mean, things are beautiful because they fade away. when you leave behind the used stick, it is proof that someone was here, using them. and i think that’s beautiful.”

lord elbert closed his eyes, as if deep in thought. in the end, his only reply was a small “i see.”

then, after sparing the sparkling flame one last glance, he threw the stick into the ocean, watching as the waves that approached the shore rhythmically swallowed up the flame.

just as you had said, the only thing that remained after the flame extinguished was a stick that can no longer be used, not by him — but not by anyone else either.

“wh—hey! why have it go out so soon?” your voice was a little dejected, though you didn’t feel all that mad either.

lord elbert didn't reply, but the silence with him was comfortable.

and just as you found comfort in his quiet, slightly melancholic nature, elbert couldn’t help but find a similar comfort that the sparkler, which had originally came from your hands, was used by no one other than himself.

it was a strange source of comfort, yet it brought a small, perhaps fleeting smile to his lips.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Lovely dreams

Lovely dreams

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing:  Elbert Greetia x Alfons Sylvatica

Tag: Angst Mention of past trauma Hurt Comfort Minor presence of self deprecation Fluff           

Word Count : 2.867

Author’s Note: A chance encounter and words that should reamin hidden are revelaed when the sun goes down and the darkness awake feelings until then hidden in one’s heart, emotions that could change destiny forever, like it happened to two friends whose relationship many moon ago nurtured a love unlike any other that only need a bit of courage to be discovered leading to an unexpected happines like no one of the two ever imagined. 🥰

Side Note: One line of spoiler from Elbert’s route, Alfons’ route, Alfons’fate, Roger and Elbert’s past records and their relationship with Alfons.

The spoiler is not evident, you will understand it if you have read one of the stories listed above but if you haven’t you won’t certainly have your fun spoiled at reading them when they will come out in the english version of the game and thus you can read this story safely if you are interested in the pairing. 🤗

Special thanks to @fang-and-feather for being my beta reader for the story and helping me out. 🤗

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United Kingdom, In the countryside near London, in a mansion near the coast.

The lively voice of two boys was all it could be heard in the room, it was by no way the proper behaviour between an attendant and his lord but neither of them minded because Alfons, that the name of the little lord’s attendant, would have done pretty much anything to make Elbert, his master, smile.                                     

Countless attempt to which that night signed another fruitless one as Alfons’ struggles to place a smile on Elbert’s lips and make him forget all about his demons were all in vain, the sweet illusions he so readily showed other people through his ability never lasted on him making the young servant even more determined to make the happiness he would have gave his lord real, for once, as nothing has ever been for him.

“The prince and the princess married and they lived happily ever after.”

“Were they really happy?”

The hint of doubt in his lord’s words made Alfons hear throb in sympathy for him, a painful truth he should have never been aware of.

“Yes, so very happy especially because you see their palace was filled to the brim with shiny objects.”

Calloused fingers trailed over the golden decorations hand painted on the shiny scarlet cover of the book he was reading from, smiling like old accomplices as he leaned over Elbert looking up at him with childlike wonder in his sea blue eyes, sparkling in the dim light of the room.

“They were beautiful?”

“Oh yes, the most beautiful in all the Kingdom.”

“I want them too.”

Neat fingers grabbed the blankets raising them until only his eyes were visible, a childish habit Alfons hadn’t the heart to reprimand him for, instead his rough fingers cradled though his blonde locks brushing briefly over his cheeks only to boop his nose as he looked intensely at him.

“I am sure you will acquire them all.”

“So they will forgive me … and then … everyone will be happy right?”

His light blue eyes filled with tears Alfons saw through, unable to stay still he slid his thumb on Elbert’s cheek in a vain attempt to cheer him up, his skin so soft and smooth under his calloused finger and yet something told him his heart to be covered in scars so deep it would have been quite a trial to touch it unharmed like a rose with its thorns, beautiful but engulfed in pain just like he was in Alfons’ eyes.

“Of course they will.”

A bitter smile curled the valet’s lips as he tucked the blanket around his little lord, paying attention to not leave any side uncovered and yet at his monotone voice his usual composure faltered making the duvet slip through his fingers as he widened his grey eyes looking up at him.

“Are you happy here … Alfio?”

A piercing pain pinned through his heart making him unable to move like one of those butterfly specimen his master loved so much doing, his own heart throbbing for the kindness he saw reflected in those innocent eyes that should have never been stained so much with tears, his lord’s heart far too sensitive to not be scarred by such memories.

“I am, Elbie.”

Short digits stretched around his tiny mouth covering a yawn, soon followed by his blonde head drowsily laying against the pillow looking up at his loyal attendant as he bent over him from his place on the bed.

“Good night Lord Elbert.”

Alfons had just brushed the gentlest of kisses on his hair when suddenly bony pale fingers gripped his wrist, a look of terror he rarely saw in his azure eyes as he looked back at him.

“Please stay.”

A plea the attendant found himself unable to answer, he knew of his scars, no one would have remained sane in his shoes, not even himself, for it he can’t ignore his lord’s pleas, spurring by the fear at the prospect to be swallowed whole by his own demons.

The valet’s composure faltered for once, in doubt about what to do he decided to ask, lest to appear like another of the ones that sought to take advantage of him.

“Is that really what you want, Elbie?”

“Yes … unless you don’t want to.” Shyness lingering in his smile as he looked at him, reminding him of a stray cat, confused but very affectionate.

“What reason do I have to refuse?”

What reason indeed he had except his fear to get too attached to a boy that had already made his way in his heart, making him unable to forget or leave him even if it was maybe the wisest thing to do, but the truth was that his foolish heart didn’t give him the luxury to walk away from a person that so clearly needed him.

“I don’t know.”

The way Elbert’s fingers tortured the hem of the sheets didn’t fly unnoticed to his grey eyes, a candour in his answer Alfons didn’t know how to react to, and so he followed his lord’s wishes sliding under the covers with him, letting his master cling to him like he was a plush, if that was enough to comfort him and make him happy, even if for a little while, then so be it.                                                                                  Alfons would have said and done anything to make him feel better to see that gentle smile he liked so much curl Elbert’s rosy lips.

“Sweet dreams Elbie.”

“Sleep tight Alfio … and thank you.”

Thanks as if he deserved any, he was only taking advantage of a warm house, food every day and comforts he never ever dreamed of having all that because of his little master naivete.

Alfons felt sick to his stomach at the thought he was fooling that poor young boy that clearly had seen enough to have his smile erased from his lips and nightmares enough to plague him for a lifetime. 

The minimum he could do was help Elbert forget and be, even if for a far too fleeting instant, happy like he deserved to be.

A murmur rolled down from Alfons lips, betraying a secret he was determined to hold close to his heart, affection misplaced for someone so wicked like him could have never ever been worthy of such a pure, beautiful person like his lord was.

“I love you Elbert.”

Alfons was sure he couldn't hear him and yet the gentle way Elbert snuggled to his chest smiling put his heart at ease, for once at least Alfons’ got to be loved and cherished as he never was, and that for tonight was enough to make him drift asleep amidst the velvety duvets of the bed, an unusual comfort he never knew he needed nor believed he could have ever afford nor be worthy of … unreachable exactly like his love.

United Kingdom, London, In an overstuffed room in Crown Castle.

Ever since moving to the castle Alfons hoped with all his might that the hellish nightmares that plagued Elbert’s sleepless nights would have become a memory of the past … foolish to to think that such a kind heart like his lord possessed would have not been scarred for life from the trials and tribulations he had to go through all alone before in a twist of events Alfons didn’t get to live with him, able to ease his pain not with his ability but with efforts, something he wasn’t used to and probably wouldn’t have done for anyone else but Elbert, the only one capable to have entered in his heart so delicately Alfons didn’t noticed until it started beating out of control for him, the sign of a love that should have never been but that against all odds it was.

That night one of the many Alfons did his best to ease his lord’s sufferings … but in vain, a pain unbearable was for him to see Elbert crumble down before his eyes for a sin he hadn’t committed, and so he did the only thing he was capable of … he wrapped his arms around his master’s back, holding him tight to his chest as he rubbed his beautiful face on his muscular chest.

“It is my fault … Everyone was unhappy because of me. It is … all … my fault.”

Each word punctuated by heavy sobs as Elbert clenched to him, Alfons’ fingers tightened in his platinum locks shoving him even better against his chest, every tear soaking through his shirt a sharp dagger in his heart.

-What could he say to him?

-What could he do to make him smile?

Alfons racked his brain for an answer but no matter what he drew blank and so he kept shut, his sturdy fingers rubbed circles on Elbert’s back letting him unwind every emotion brimming over from his sensitive heart, closer to crack at each sigh as his bony fingers clawed the back of his valet’s shirt enough to leave crinkles and faint red signs on his scarred skin but he didn’t mind, Alfons sucked in a breath when his short clean nails scraped over an old whipped wound of his, but even if it hurt he didn’t pull away.

Because in all truth if this was enough to put his master’s mind and heart at ease, or sort of, there was nothing he wouldn’t have endured for, like all the times that caring nothing for his own safety he had saved his little lord’s life from the reckless bets they used to do.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Unable to stay still any longer words he always thought tumbled off Alfons’ tongue, silver eyes set ablaze with something aking passion met his light blue ones, still reddish and misty with tears, Elbert’s pale skin was coloured by a faint pink on his cheeks caused by the way he harshly rubbed his face on his old friend’s sturdier chest.

“I am happy because of you.”

A look of incredulity glimmered in the muddy like water of his sea blue eyes almost as he was clearly seeing his attendant for the first time since that evening.

“Are you?”

His voice groggy and hoarse from all the shriek of agony that had left his lips as he clung to his friend, seeking solace in his strong arms.

“I could never lie to you Lord …”

A long fingers pressed with more grace than he would have ever had on his lips.

“Elbert.” He let out a cough before speaking again.

“Address me by my name.”

“Is this alright … my lord?”

“It’s an order, Alfons.”

Resolve as the attendant never saw before shone in his master’s eyes looking every inch the prince he always was to him.

“As you wish.”

With a soft sigh Elbert placed his head on Alfons shoulder, his fingers mindlessly caressing his muscular chest smiling at the feeling of his old friend’s lips placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, enough to relax him as he drifted off to sleep.

Morpheus was though not so merciful to his attendant, dreams so vivid he wished were real waltzed in his mind as he held the object of his love between his arms, his one and only treasure in the whole world, the only gift he received and was ready to give up anything else for.

A forlorn smile curled Alfons’ lips as he watched his prince sleep, for once peaceful until a grimace flashed on his pretty features easily brushed off by the gentle kiss he left on his forehead, tucking his blonde locks damp with sweat away from his gorgeous visage, Elbert’s rosy lips curled in a smile as he felt his friend’s fingers brush on his cheeks, the young lord relaxed against his ever loyal attendant chest as he adjusted the blankets around him, shielding him from the cold outside with the warmth of his muscular body.

It was the crack of dawn when Alfons woke up, the slice of light filtering through the closed door keyhole bothering him to the point he draped his fingers over his eyes, grateful for the velvet blue curtains covering the windows, letting his digits slide off only when he felt his prince stir between his arms.

A fond smile curled Alfons lips as he looked down at Elbert, admiring the way his eyelids fluttered open, his voice groggy from disuse was the best melody in the whole world for the valet’s ears enough to make his heart jump mirthfully in his chest.

“Alfio.”

“It’s still early Elbie, you can sleep a little longer.”

A gentle smile on his rosy lips he nuzzled back into Alfons’ chest, purring at the way his muscular arms tightened around him, mindless of the conflict going on in Alfons’ heart, Elbert snuggled to his side, like he used to do when they were little and he was scared of storms, during those long cold nights he spent cuddling close to his old friend’s chest like he was doing right now.

Alfon’s raven curls swayed around his head as he slumped it down on the pillow wrapping one arm around Elbert’s lithe frame holding him close, in his own way hoping to protect him from his demons and shield him from any thing that may have wounded him further, admiring the way his graceful hand squeezed his own.

In his heart, a prayer he knew was destined to remain unanswered.

-If just one grants me this wish … please don’t let him forget me.

A tear rolled down Alfon’s cheek promptly drowned by the soft pillowcase as he squeezed his little prince tightly in his chest taking relief in his warmth, pleasure, as ephemeral as it could be, from the light smile curling his gracious lips.

He needed him.

He loved him.

For the present time he remembered him and for Alfons that was all that he could ask for.

At least for once someone cared for him enough to seek solace in his arms and not out of personal gain to take advantage of him but to offer Alfons all the kindness his beautiful heart had even though Elbert never had any returned to himself.

Similar and yet so different it was impossible to see a more weird pairing than them.

The valet let out a heavy sigh as he brushed his fingers on his unruly curls, his voice a longing murmur rolling slowly from his tongue straight from his aching heart swollen with affection.

“I love you Elbert.”

He knew his precious prince wouldn’t hear him and a part of him was relieved after all he never wished Elbert’s precious affection to be wasted on the likes of him … and yet a part of him felt elated and panicked alike when he met his light blue eyes shining with affection focused on him.

“I love you too Alfons.”

Alfons’ heart beat wildly in his chest, he knew he should have pushed him away, he knew he should have not got attached … and yet the bright smile Elbert offered him was all he could ever ask for and more, enough to make him accept, for once, the love only a kind person like his lord could have ever had for such a lewd, lascivious man like him.

“I know of our curse and fates.”

Of course he did, Roger had to tell him that after all, that gossiper he was, hate melted with affection making the Alfons’ relationship with the former doctor even more complicated than he would have liked to admit.

“Please allow us to spend time together as much as we can.”

Alfons was about reply to push him away as he should have done from the start but was strangely unable to … because in truth he found himself weak in front of Elbert’s sapphire eyes looking up at him like this, so trusting and full of affection the valet couldn’t do anything but accept his master feelings, unable to resist the siren’s song Elbert sweet voice was to his ear, unable to look away from his gorgeous eyes entrancing him as nothing ever did, unbearable even the idea to turn down his love and wound any further the very object of his everlasting affection.

“I need you.”

Elbert’s words made the last of his resistance crumble down, melting like snow in spring, with open arms Alfons welcomed the greedy lips of his lord as he kissed him, inexperienced even clumsy but so very sweet and full of love, bending to his greed the valet embraced all his master had to give, giving in to that same feeling that so long and so deep had took root in his heart, Alfons’ expert lips kissed him back, swallowing his prince’s groans as his calloused fingers tightened on his sculpted hips pulling them closer together.

Reluctantly but breathless they pulled away only to kiss again and again, spending all night showing off their love to one another, only to cuddle side by side in the messed up duvets of the bed as they welcomed the sun rising above the horizon with a smile.

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

Telling Your Villain That You're Expecting! 👶

18+ | Fluff (w/ a teensy bit of Angst) | US-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

You share the big news with your partner, who may or may not be thrilled by the idea of becoming a father...

A/N: Hehehehe Crown confronted with fatherhood let's gooooo! Some of the villains are happier about this than others! Also slight spoilers for Liam, so skip him if you want to go into his route totally fresh. Implied hints about Elbert, Alfons, and Ellis kind of as well? If you squint. Deviates from canon for a few of them. Also sorry Jude's is longer, he's my favorite lol. Enjoy!!

William Rex

his face cracks into a stunningly captivating grin. "what wonderful news!" he says, his entire demeanor taking on a prideful glow. he takes you in his arms and nuzzles his forehead against yours. he's genuinely overjoyed. he can't stop smiling. "a little princess," he murmurs. "or prince," you say, unable to contain your blissful laughter. "or prince," he purrs in agreement. get ready to have every wish or whim that so much as crosses your mind granted! and yet somehow never feel smothered? you are in for one smooth pregnancy with will around. 

Harrison Gray

speechless. the look on his face is so thoroughly shocked, you're almost uncertain how to take it... "...are you... okay?" you venture after a moment. this seems to prompt the news finally registering. he lets out a kind of baffled sigh/laugh, his expression relaxing into a sweet smile. "we're... you're—" you had never seen harry this speechless. it was kind of satisfying. you smiled, taking his hands in yours. "yes, we're having a baby." he can tell by your eyes you're not lying! and... he's mostly shocked by how overjoyed he feels.

Liam Evans

"stop messing around y/n!" your heart skips at the subtle edge to liam's laughter. you had been worried that this might not be exactly happy news... you imagined liam probably had a pretty complex relationship with the idea of being a father, after how his own father had treated him. And you two hadn't exactly planned for this... "Liam," you said his name in the most soothing, reassuring tone you could muster, taking his hand gently in yours. he looked you in the eye, his amused smile slowly slipping away. "y/n..." he said your name and you watched as he slowly came to understand. "liam, i'm so happy about this," you said, seeing him freeze up slightly. "y/n..." the two of you sat close together for what felt like a long moment, you just gently holding his hand. "y/n..." liam said, finally squeezing your hand in return, "...if i'm going to have a child... i'm so glad that child has you as a mother." he lets out a shaky breath as he pulls you into a sudden, tight embrace. your heart pangs, but you're relieved—this is the first step to helping liam see what a great father he will be. 

Elbert Greetia

"you're..." elbert's beautiful ocean blue eyes are wide open in shock, his voice trailing off. "i'm pregnant," you repeat, trying to communicate with your face how elated you are. elbie's eyebrows start to knit, then something quivers in his expression... he seems at a loss for words. "say something, lord elbert," you say, adjusting your face so that you're peering into his eyes. "i'm happy..." you notice that his eyes look almost teary, sending a jolt of tenderness surging through your body. "elbert—" you hardly have his name out before he is pulling you into an engulfing hug. "but," his breath is hot and urgent against your ear, "i'm afraid that—this child will be the most beautiful thing in the world..." the tremble in his voice told you all you needed to know. you squeezed him tighter, and told him in a calm, sure voice, "i'm not worried about that." from here on out, he's gonna be even more glued to your hip!

Alfons Sylvatica

"ah, not to worry," he claps his hands together, his playful demeanor not changing in the slightest, "i know a doctor who can—" "alfons!" you cut him off before he can go further, your glaring eyes sending the message that he'd better take this seriously. he tries to maintain his usual bemused façade, but you notice something glinting in his eyes for the briefest of moments. then, he suddenly steps closer to you. "you know," his tone is smug, but firm, "i hate to be cold, my sweet robin, but if i'm being honest i can't see the point in introducing yet another miserable soul into this tragedy called life." "that soul doesn't have to be miserable," you counter without hesitation. he looks at you for a long moment without speaking, his expression focused until he lets out an exasperated sigh. "while i have no doubt that child would be anything but miserable with you as a mother," you could see his brows tense, "i don't think i would say the same about having me as a father." and thus another bittersweet chapter in your relationship with alfons begins...

Roger Barel

"i knew it," he says, smug smile filling his face almost immediately. "what do you mean 'you knew it?'" you playfully slap at his arm, eliciting a low, sexy laugh. "you hadn't had your period in a while," he said simply. you can feel your face going bright red. "you keep track of my period!?" "of course i do," roger leaned back against the edge of the work table behind him, resting confidently on his elbows. you hated how good he looked, scanning you up and down like you were a specimen. "well... good for you! you already knew!" you couldn't help but pout, slightly deflated by this reaction to sharing the news with him... but this is roger we're talking about so of course your sulking just made him want to tease you more. "i'll let you know when i can hear the heartbeat," he murmurs in your ear, making you freeze up and then playfully swat at him even more. he's glad that you're being so cute and tease-able... because the truth is his heart is hammering out of control with excitement.

Victor

"a baby!?" victor's voice practically breaks the glass in the windows of the dining room. "victor!" you can't help but laugh at his reaction—you were hoping for something dramatic. he immediately drops what he was doing and takes you in his arms, practically picking you up and spinning you around. "oh my darling y/n!" he is over the moon. "i'll start thinking of names! and finding cute little clothes! oh! we should turn the empty room across from your room into the nursery! i'll get some servants to acquire fabric samples. oh, and wallpaper, and—" you can't help but chuckle as you take his beaming face between your hands, bringing his excited babbling to a halt. "yes, let's do all of that." you whisper. the two of you share a loving, tender kiss, ecstatic about your future child.

Jude Jazza

"what?" jude's eyes narrowed, his cold gaze fixed right on you. you knew it was bold to come to his office without notice, but you had to rip the bandaid off. "i'm preg—" you start, but the sudden, loud scrape of jude's chair cuts you off. you flinch slightly as he strides out of the office, slamming the door behind him. you let out a shaky sigh—maybe ignoring you was for the best. plus... you could have sworn you'd caught a glimmer of panic in his profile as he left the room... Is he... scared? But you swatted the thought away before you could even indulge it. That night, you toss and turn in bed. Jude had yet to return. You decide to go find him—searching the castle until you finally spot him in a far corner of the library, hunched over a table in intense focus, surrounded by books, scribbling frantic notes. "Jude?" you call his name softly, but he doesn't look up. You slowly approach his notes, and as you get closer you can see pages filled with numbers and annotations. "what's all this?" you venture. "budgets." he answers, still not looking up from his work. "what are you budgeting?" you decide to try to keep the conversation going. but before you can register what's happening, he's flinging his quill down and taking you roughly by the arm. his grip is quite firm, but he gently pulls you close to him, his face inches from yours and his expression grim. "look, i can't promise much but i can promise this kid ain't ever gonna be hungry because of me, ya got that?" his words bit into you like a feral animal, but you felt an odd sense of relief rushing through you. "got it," you breathed, afraid to move for fear of jude losing it right there, the intensity in his gaze different from any you'd seen before. you decided to let his tight grip sink into your forearm, darkly overjoyed at the future it signaled.

Ellis Twilight

you knew that you had to tell ellis at some point... but even you had neglected to anticipate that he would pick up on something on his own. "you look extra happy lately, y/n." ellis's kind smile filled you with a pang of guilt. how could you tell him such happy news? if he knew that the moment you found out was the happiest you'd ever felt, then wouldn't he... but, maybe that could be your excuse? "i am extra happy," you smiled, making ellis's ears perk up. "but not as happy as i was a few days ago." he looked puzzled. "why were you happy a few days ago?" he asked, his innocent tone making your heart ache slightly. "well, i found out... that i'm going to have your child," you said as matter-of-fact my as possible. but you felt ellis freeze next to you. it was silent for a moment before you looked at him, his expression hard to read beneath his hair. "...ellis?" you hesitated. "y/n," his voice sounded slightly forbidding, but he took your hand gently in his, bringing it slowly to his face, until he was nuzzling into your palm. Only then could you see the heartbreakingly tender look on his face. "I'm so happy..." he said softly, "...does this mean... we'll be bound together forever?" And before you could stop yourself, your lips captured his, and he was right—he didn't let you go for a long, long time...

[nightghoul381]

Ikemen Villains Translations Masterlist

Category key: Fluff- ☁ Angst- 💔 Spice- 🌶 Smut-🔞

Main Route Translation

Ellis Twilight-Masterlist

Black Wedding Event

William Rex:

Black Wedding Event Epilogue 🔞

Luxury Liner Event

William Rex:

p1 ☁ | p2 ☁ 🌶 | Premium End ☁ | Epilogue 🔞

Jude Jazza:

Part 1 ☁ | Part 2 ☁|Premium End ☁ | Epilogue ☁ 🌶

I Want to Know Every Inch of You

Ellis Twilight 🔞

No Room to Breathe

Ellis Twilight:

Part 1 ☁ | Part 2 ☁ | Premium End ☁🔞| Epilogue 🔞

Harrison Gray:

Part 1 ☁ | Part 2 ☁ | Premium End ☁ | Epilogue 🔞

Mirror Mirror, Who Will Fall into a Lewd Dream

Jude Jazza 🔞 William Rex 🔞 Ellis Twilight

Dead or Love

Ellis Twilight:

Part 1 ☁ | Part 2 ☁ | Bitter End ☁ | Premium End ☁ | Epilogue ☁

Elbert Greetia:

Dark If

Prologue ☁

Jude Jazza:

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Smile for Me ~ Elbert Greetia (POV) x Reader

Entry number 6 in @judejazza's An Invitation to Crown Castle event!

Pairing: Elbert Greetia (POV) x Reader Prompt: Linked Fingers Genre: Hurt/Comfort-y fluff CW: None- Elbie's just a bit of a disaster WC: 1.6k

I wish to do something for you, so that I can see your beautiful smile again. The days have been so gloomy and grey the past weeks I feel as though your smile, too, has hidden behind the clouds.

I’ve done my best to give you beautiful things, and yet none of them seems to be able to keep the smile on your face for more than a fraction of a second. I feel darkness inside when your face is so unnaturally demure.

“I don’t know what to do, Al,” I sigh, staring out my window to where you sit in the garden gazebo, only slightly sheltered from the spattering of rain falling around you. Your eyes are fixated on the sky, a forlorn expression clouding your face and I can only imagine the same is mirrored on mine.

“Haha, you’re quite smitten with her aren’t you?  Have you told her that? Have you made her feel the depth of your love?”

“I believe so. I’ve given her several gowns and jewelry to match, yet she still looks so sad. Perhaps they are not beautiful enough…”

I feel Al’s presence move directly behind me, joining me to stare out the window and watch you lament outside.

“Oh dear, she does look troubled, doesn’t she? I wonder, what time have you spent together lately, just the two of you?” Al remarks, his gloved hands flashing two fingers in front of me.

I search my memory but seem to come up short. I’ve run into you a few times and those are the times I’ve given you your gifts, but those moments had been unmistakably brief, with you running off to your room to stow away your present and I to mine as the weather had me feeling particularly tired.

I let out a deep sigh, pressing my hand against the cold glass, wishing to draw your attention to me, yet too unsure of myself to do so.

“Perhaps she’s grown tired of me?” I muse. Surely it must be exhausting having to tolerate my eccentricities. Is this possibly why you’ve not tried on your dresses for me? You may be trying to indicate that you no longer wish for me to see you dressed so beautifully. Perhaps you’re afraid of me again. I don’t mean to hurt you, but the greed in my heart is vicious and unrelenting.

“Elbert, go speak with her. I’ve not a doubt in my mind she merely wishes to be in your presence,” Alfons mutters, a pitying smirk fixed in my direction.

“It’s raining.”

“It’s been raining for several days. That hasn’t stopped you from going out to purchase things, so should you really let something so benign prevent you from going to your lover?”

“If I catch a cold, she’ll be upset with me. Could you have her come inside to see me?” I asked, withdrawing my hand from the window as a chill rushes through my body.

“This is a matter between lovers, I’m not about to jump in the middle of it. Unless you’re inviting me for some fun after reconciling, that is,” Alfons winks and strides out of the room with a jovial laugh.

A fierce sense of possessiveness wells up within me, and I have to fight down the urge to keep you locked in my room, away from the prying eyes of others. Your beautiful smile belongs to me, your debauched expression belongs to me, all of you is mine. You’ve said as much before.

I move to my wardrobe and pull a thick coat and a hooded cloak out to wear.

Silently, I make my way through the gentle rain, coming up beside you and clearing my throat.

“Elbert!” You squeak, whirling in my direction.

“You looked sad,” I state, fixing my eyes on your damp hair. “And you’ll catch a cold.”

“I’ll be fine. You can head back inside if you’d like. I’ll be in after a few more minutes.”

Your expression seems darker again and my heart twists. What can I do to draw your smile out again? The darkness doesn’t suit you.

I find my body moving of its own accord, my long fingers twining with yours and holding fast.

“Your hands are cold,” I mutter, lifting them to my lips and pressing gentle kisses against your knuckles.

“I…” your voice cuts off briefly as I allow my kisses to travel up your arm.

“Your arms are cold too.”

I let my gaze meet with yours and the faint dusting of pink on your cheeks seems to cause my heart to begin beating again. Still holding your fingers, I tug you gently closer, staring down into your dazed expression before sealing my lips over yours. The kiss is quick and soft, but it’s enough to make me feel more alive than I’ve felt in days.

“Your lips are cold.”

Your tongue darts out subconsciously, swiping at your lower lip as you stare up at me.

“Can you warm them up?”

It’s not often I feel the primal need to claim you, to seal my need for you so passionately, lest you forget who you belong to. Yet when you look at me with those desperate eyes, and ask such things of me, I’m afraid I lose myself to those feelings.

I squeeze my fingers around yours more tightly, refusing to let go as our lips dance together, sucking and nipping at one another as if we’re vying for control, to devour one another.

I can feel my blood racing through my veins as you pull away just briefly, just enough to speak.

“I think… I think I’d like to go inside now…” You whisper, breathing uneven and ragged.

I still haven’t seen your smile. You may very well be through with me, and yet your fingers still remain linked with mine as you tug me back toward the castle. Our hands never separate as we hurry through the halls and to your room.

At the closed door, I feel you pull away and an unknown fear grips me. I wrap my arms around you, holding your rain-soaked body close.

“El… I need to open the door, then we can be as close as you wish.”

Was that a chuckle? I glance down and see a shy smirk tugging at the corners of your lips and feel the blackness settled in my heart begin to dissipate.

I allow you to be free from my grasp for just long enough to open the door, after which I bundle you inside, closing the door and flicking the lock to ensure our privacy.

I stare at your face with a serious expression.

“Will you smile again?” I plead, tracing your lips with my thumb.

You seem surprised by my question, a slight frown creasing your brow for a moment. “Of course, I’ll smile again… Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

I press a kiss to your lips briefly, resting my forehead against yours.

“You’ve not smiled in such a long time. Not truly. I tried to make you smile with the beautiful things but the smile faded so quickly,” I admit, a tightness in my chest constricting at the confession.

“You bought them to make me smile?” You ask incredulously.

“Is that so surprising?”

“I thought you were giving them to me because they were no longer beautiful to you, I had no idea you’d been trying to make me smile!”

You blush a bright red, as you lift your hands to cover your face.

“Please don’t hide your face from me,” I beg, my lips beginning to tremble.

Your shoulders shake and I step back in shock. I hadn’t meant to make you cry…

“Shall I leave?” I whisper.

Your shaking seems to intensify as laughter spills out of your hands.

Laughing…?

“Have I said something funny?” I ask, slipping my fingers between yours to pull them away from your face.

Your eyes are clenched shut but your mouth is unmistakably shining with happiness. When you finally open your eyes, you leap up, wrapping your arms around my neck and pulling me into a deep kiss.

I’m afraid I’m unsure of what to do with myself, my heart feels as though it may burst with how quickly my emotions have been changing.

“I’m sorry for misunderstanding, I truly thought that you have been too busy for me, and with the weather as it’s been, I’ve been feeling very lonely.”

“Lonely?”

“I just want to spend time with you. I don’t need beautiful things to make me happy. The loveliest thing I can think of would be time I get to spend with you. So please, don’t leave.”

Your grin is vibrant, seeming to light up the room and restore color to an otherwise grey surrounding. Perhaps this darkness I’ve been feeling… has it also been lonliness?

I think on this for a moment before I feel your hands slide down my arms, twining with mine and pulling me toward the settee before a warmly lit fire.

“Let’s stay together and warm up. Please?” You ask, sliding onto one of the cushions and looking up at me with pleading eyes. Beautiful pleading eyes.

“Smile for me?” I whisper, watching with bated breath. “If I stay will you smile for me?”

Your face cracks into a huge grin and another burst of laughter bubbles up from your chest.

“Of course I’ll smile for you! Spending time with you makes me want to smile.”

That was all? Spending time with me was all it took to make you smile? I feel embarrassed for not having realized such a thing sooner, my face growing hot as I settle onto the cushion beside you.

“All I need to do to see your smile is spend time with you?” I murmur, still mildly in disbelief.

“Yes, Elbert. Being with you makes me so happy, I can’t help but smile.”

My own lips curl up into a pleased smile of my own, warmth filling me with a sense of peace I’ve been craving.

“Then I shall never leave you.”

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The Porcelain Doll secrets 

The Porcelain Doll secrets 

Fandom: Ikemen Villain

Pairing: Elbert x July

Part of : Learning How to Love Myself Creation Challenge hosted by @venulus

Tag: Angst Hurt Comfort Body dysphoria Verbal harassment Insecurity Fluff

Word Count : 9.877

Author’s Note: A ball become an occasion for secrets to be revealed and confession to be made bringing two lovebirds closer than ever, past scars got mended and insecurities reassured with the feelings that hold their heart together bounded with love. 🥰

The doll of the title is July due to the her appearance she has often been compared to one. 🤗

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It was the dark of the night in London, all the mansion’s residents were wide awake, prowling the streets to punish the evil hidden in each corner of the capital.

Everyone had a mission to accomplish in their own way.

Anyone … but me.

The palace was eerily empty that evening offering me quite a rare occasion to roam its halls undisturbed, sighing heavily I leaned against a window frame clutching between my fingers a paper I learnt by heart for as many times as I read it.

Your Honourable Earl Elbert Greetia and his fiancée are cordially invited to the ball hosted by Your Grace Duke of Winchester held on saturday of the current week in his ancestral mansion in Hyde Park.

Wishing this letter would find you well, we await your presence most eagerly.

Faithfully yours.

                                           Lord Sebastian Redford. Duke of Winchester

I knew we should have attended, even more since my lover is a noble … but still my heart refused to yield to it.

Voices of a distant past, half memory half made-up swirled in my mind making me feel dizzy, I shook my head hoping, but in vain, to clear it, enough at least to let me reach my room, in a daze I wander around the hallways, stopping right in front of his room.

I know he had a mission but I hope he comes back soon unscathed, even though I know very well he won’t be, emotionally, wounds I would comfort him from by holding him close, brushing my fingers in his soft curls until he would feel asleep.

I let out a dreamy sigh looking back at our story, one of a kind, rolling lazily in the soft blue velvet sheets of his bed, as my eyes scanned each object we managed to collect together.

Together.

A word that I would have never thought possible between me and him when I first arrived, and that even now I find hard to believe, but my heart mad beating reveals the truth of a love too deep rooted to be forgotten.

Unlike the hateful invite whose pearlescent envelope still shines under the rays of the moonlight, discarded on his nightstand where I left it next to the spare key to his room he entrusted me with.

I never minded information gathering missions, after all that is part of my job, to deal with the most quiet and relatively peaceful part of it, since I am too sensitive to do otherwise.

The fact that bothers me the most is the hatred I have of parties, ever since I could remember even informal ones, but that night, no matter what I thought, I should have participated in that ball whether I liked it or not.

I should have been happy, even looked forward to it, too bad I feel otherwise, I knew it was just a mission, like Elbert and I had done countless times and yet I couldn’t help but feel panic rising in me at the mere prospect of participating in such an event.

Every normal girl would have been excited to join in.

But not me.

I am not normal. 

Everyone my age did their best to make me understand it through countless mockery, I paid them no mind I accepted it even but deep down I saw what it truly was, the tip of the iceberg of insecurities long concealed from the entire world.

I could have given up but the mere idea of leaving Elbert alone in such a place with so many people that would have fawned over him, making him uncomfortable, was unbearable to me and so I accepted.

The week went by in a blur and before I knew it Saturday had arrived.

Little did I know that my insecurities had picked that day, of all days, to pester me and were not going to budge until I felt like a rag, exactly how they wanted.

It wasn’t certainly the first time my kindness made me end up in an awkward situation, or that my low self-esteem tortured me so, but this time I wouldn't have given up because for nothing in the world I would have let him fight his demons alone, for this I accepted to accompany him.

Too bad I soon regretted my choice, cursing that mission as I found myself in the tailor shop Liam suggested to me.

The soft velvet wrapped around me was warm, a suffocating level of  smoldering for my liking, the bodice tight around my abdomen, almost painfully so, especially since my bosom looked a bit too much shown off, but I couldn't do anything about that, the bell sleeves covered my knuckles whereas the gown reached the floor, due to me being not tall enough , barely leaving out only the point of the low heeled dark teal pumps matching the empress teal color of my dress.

The only thing keeping me sane among all that mess was the stark sapphire of the golden engagement ring Elbert gifted me, the one I continue to caress to calm my racing mind trying to make peace with my heart, begging to not let my insecurities show, knowing better than to let anyone know my weakness no matter how much I trust them all.

At times I really do wonder what he sees in me, but it would be an insult to him to forget the immense affection ever present in his gestures and words showing me the depth of a love he held only for me, deep in his gentle heart, enough to tame, for a while, my doubts.

He, who could afford the very best in the world, picked me to be at his side.

He chose me above anyone else.

He wants me despite what I think of myself.

He loves me.

This alone fills my heart with a speck of courage enough to make me steer my resolve and come out of the changing room.

The first who notices me is Roger whose whistle of appreciation elicits me to be bolder, entering the spot of sun shining on the smooth parquet from the window as I swirl around myself giving Alfons and Harrison a front row seat to the show.

I do my best to feign nonchalance, feeling their gazes on me, but my voice betrays my emotions, coming out softer than how I would have liked to be.

“What do you think … of it ?”

The issue of the weird group that followed me to the seamstress is the fact that among them all the one I trust the most is Roger, whereas the other two are … well … pretty good liars.

I would have liked Liam to stay but he had a rehearsal for the following night opening spectacle and so I let him go, not desiring to ask anything knowing how much the theatre was to him.

“It’s pretty.”

His reaction was like a rain on a parade, chilling the little confidence I managed to collect back to square one, with all my inner doubts the word pretty is just what I need to hear, I look down, unable to meet Harry’s gaze any longer, adjusting my bodice as I bite my bottom lip.

I know in his head this wasn’t an insult, he just was listless since the one who dragged him along, bribing him with sweets, was Alfons, maybe the one of the three that know me better due to my relationship with Elbert.

“It looks nothing like the mannequin. I don’t know if it suits me.”

Roger was the first to talk,  perceiving the bitterness from my tone, seeing past my smile straight to the hasty way my finger kept pulling the lace on my back, rolling it around my digit, in a swift move he took it in his own hand leaving it to fall on my back.

“What really matters is how you feel in it ?”

“Disappointed. It looked so beautiful but now it feels like I am only lessening whatever charm it had.”

I gaze down, unable to meet his eyes, doing my best to drown the dark thoughts swirling in my mind, but I should have known he wouldn't let it slide off, even though he always called himself egotistical it was plain clear to me how deeply kind he was past his rough facade.

He cups my face in his hand, a glimmer of concern in his deep amber eyes as he gazes at me, his voice soothing almost like he was reassuring a scared puppy doing his best to make his word get to me.

“July listen to me. All bodies are beautiful no matter the size nor age. You can do anything you like thanks to it. That is all that should matter to you.”

“You are saying … I should be happy ?” 

“You should be proud of what you are always and forever.”

I know he is telling the truth, but it’s much more difficult to let it sink in ever since I always believe I'm not good enough.

“Moreover, there's nothing wrong with being different. You know the world is made of difference and different is not equivalent to ugly.”

I turn to look at Harrison, who wandered next to me, he took my hand in his, in doing so the light shine on the sapphire gem glimmering on my finger, offering me an anchor amidst the stormy sea of doubt swirling in me.

“I know Harry.”

I adjust some wrinkles on my gown, invisible to anyone, but me, offering him a strained smile, catching a glimpse of sympathy in his turquoise eyes.

“Thank you anyway for coming with me. I am sorry for wasting your time.”

“Don’t mention it, no one had anything to do and this is far more preferable than staying in the palace doing nothing anyway.”

I return the gentle squeeze of his hand on mine, looking at him with a smile, hopefully brighter than the one before, reluctantly I slide away from them, faking a composure I don’t possess as I walk toward the changing room.

As soon as I close the silk scarlet curtain behind me I place a hand above my heart beating madly in my chest, swallowing as I could all the insults echoing in my mind, clutching my other hand on the golden looking glass frame to steady myself.

I had done my best to avoid looking too much at my reflection in the mirror ever since I got changed, the same I am forced to see when my gaze jolted up at it, startled by the feeling of two hands landing on my shoulder.

“Our little robin looks upset, I wonder why.”

I am in no mood for jokes and I know he must have sensed it as I pout, my patience is growing thinner, unlike my hips despite the steel grip of the laces he wrapped tight, just like I asked of him, but he seems to care nothing of it as he continues unfazed by my glare.

“It may not seem an universal truth but a lot of girls would literally give anything to have an hourglass figure without needing a corset.”

Alfons voice coo sweetly in my ear but I know better than to believe his words, ignoring the way his hands gently tug one ribbon of my bodice and his warm breath fan over my neck as I meet his gaze in the mirror, soured by the bitter smile I offer him.

“I see you don’t trust me.”

I can’t help but frown at his words, I always knew he was pretty fickle but this was the first time he was so cruel. I know he was trying to cheer me up, but nothing anyone could do or say will sway what I think of myself.

“July of all the time you could, I would like you to trust me on this one.”

There is a shard of honesty flickering in his navy blue eyes while his gloved hands stretch closer to the nape of my neck.

“If you desire I could show you through the others' eyes.”

“Others ?”

“Even Elbert. You may feel what he sees when he looks at you.”

“But it would be an illusion.”

“Would you say it to be such a bad thing, if it improves your self-esteem ?”

“No … but I don’t want to, thank you.”

“As you wish.”

With an exaggerated gesture he takes my hand in his, placing a kiss on its back, I turn to face him only to see his dark coat, pouting as I look up at him.

“What a fierce expression on your visage. I am almost tempted to sweep you away for myself.”

“Elbert won’t be happy.” 

“Would you ?”

“No. I love him.”

“You are so pure I can see why he loves you. In exchange for your honesty I will be too, for this time alone, mind you. I find this dress to be quite flattering to you. It compliments well your peculiar green-grey eyes and your raven curls.”

In so telling he brushes his thumb on my cheek before taking a strand of my hair between his fingers bringing it to his lips before leaning it back on my shoulder. 

“Alfons is right, that color really suits your complexion.”

“Pale as a sheet.” 

I chuckle softly looking at Roger, not missing the hint of sterness in his gaze as he sighs softly.

“Fair, with a touch of red on your lips and cheeks.” 

I smile up at him, collecting enough courage to look at my reflection in the long mirror on the wall.

“Do you really think so ?”

I half-await half-dread to hear the answer, thinking his compliments to be mere lip service but I can’t deny the jolt of happiness bolting in my heart at his words.

“You really do look like a porcelain doll to me.” 

I smile up at him, seeing something akin to a mirth glimmering in his amber gaze as he looks down at me.

“I am so happy to hear that. I really hope to not embarrass him.”

“I don't think he will think that of you, ever.”

“I know … is only that … I want to look pretty … at least to him, tonight.” 

My voice soft, almost pleading to who or what I couldn’t really say … mayhap wishing, for once, to be enough. 

“You already do or otherwise he would have not made you his fiancée.”

I look at Harry, smiling at the sight of him nonchalantly chewing on a candy, wishing his carefree attitude could rub off on me, even a little bit.

At that moment the doorbell rings, signing a new client, I turn around to look at the entrance to that private part of the shop in time to see a flash of pink walking in.

“Hello everyone.”

Liam’s bubbly attitude is enough to put me in a good mood. I turned toward him, hoping he would notice me eagerly waiting for his opinion.

I smile at the sight of his cherry blossom eyes widening with surprise as they set on me while a smile brighter than the sun appears on his lips, lightning his soft features.

“Ohhhh July you look stunning.” Giggle of happiness bubbles out from my lips as I return his warm hug, revelling in his sweet scent as he holds me close.

“Thank you Liam.” A flicker of reluctance glimmer in his gaze he pulls away, taking my hands in his.

“Ahhh I am almost envious to not be the one to accompany you tonight.”

“I will tell you anything once I get home I promise.”

“Ahh I look forward to it then. I bet you will make some heads turn too.” 

With a wink he plops down on the sofa leaning back on the pillows as he smiles at me.

“Oh my, this could be quite troublesome to have two good-looking people in the same place.”

Alfons words make me laugh, strangely, managing to make me forget, be it for a little while, the weight of insecurities from my heart.  

The ride toward the mansion that evening can only be described as dreadful, if not for the idly chat Alfons tried to sway my mind with, and the warmth of Elbert's hand engulfing mine.

I squeeze it in return, smiling at him, ever so thoughtful he must have sensed something was wrong since morning for he did nothing but shower me in compliments ever since I showed up for breakfast, without mentioning the passionate kiss he pulled me in after seeing me in my gown.

“I would have rather stayed home.”

“I feel the same.”

Even though I doubt we have the same reason for it.

“I don’t want to share you with anyone. Tonight especially you look even more lovely, like a star.”

I smile as he nuzzles on my shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss on my neck like an overly affectionate cat seeking his owner’s affection, a really beautiful and possessive cat obsessed with his mistress.

There is a vulnerability in his voice as he speaks, wrapping one arm around my waist as he shifts closer to me.

“You are my star, mine alone. I want you all to myself.”

“I am Elbie. I am.” 

The demons in his mind seemed to quiet down as he tightened his arm around me, cooing sweetly in my ear.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He leaves an achingly tender kiss on my forehead, moving me to the core, to the point I struggle to keep at bay tears as he lifts my hand in his, kissing my finger above my ring.

Useless to say he behaves like a proper gentleman all the way, helping me get off the carriage, placing a kiss on my hand whose blush I rush to cover behind my fan, robbing me a yelp as he snuck behind it to place a kiss on my cheek, making me happy even more than words could convey.

His gaze fixed on me, gives me the confidence I needed as we walk toward the palace, my hand on his elbow, as it is proper for a couple, etiquette that didn't reach to damp the bright way I smile at the warm touch of his hand on mine, too lost in each other gaze we barely hear the chamberlain’s voice as he presents us to the hall before we make our way to the ballroom.

It was all a dream.

Then the dream shattered.

Like a mirror cracking in countless splinters shining on the sickeningly fake smile of the nobles looking down at me.

A butterfly caught by a net destined to be a specimen, that's how I feel, walking around the room under the envious eyes of the same people that make the good and bad weather in London's social season ruled by etiquette and unspoken rules, things I am not accustomed to, nor understand, like the outcast I was and always would have been.

I wish he could have stayed with me but the mission comes first and so he had to follow Alfons, I would have done anything to make him stay … but I couldn't.

I told him I would have been alright, but I knew it was a lie he must have seen through judging by his heart's spoken words.

“If you feel uncomfortable, come to me.”

“I will, don't worry.”

I assured him with a smile, but deep down I knew better than to pester him for such a silly reason. I wander for a couple of minutes around the hall but not to no avail, I have yet to catch some interesting rumors, enough to report to him anyway, the urge to run to him and hide away in a corner is strong but he is working and I couldn't possibly be so irresponsible as to leave Alfons alone.

It is already too much for me to be completely useless for this mission, leaving all the gathering information to the others, the least I could do is stay out of everyone's way and beg to fly under the radar, enough to not be bothered by any mockery.

Elbert never minded me being different then why should I ?

As this thought pops up in my mind a flicker of confidence begins to burn in my heart as I make my way toward a group of people chatting next to the buffet table when someone else caught my attention.

A grumpy woman, dressed in brown, looks down at me, before I can escape though I see her marching toward me.

It would have been a sign of being uncouth to not wait, even though something nagged at me knowing I would have regretted it, but Elbert's reputation comes first, I couldn’t make him embarrassed about me, no matter what, and so I stayed.

I am lucky enough to be with him, weird as I am, I can't disappoint him and risk him giving up on me, the mere idea makes a cold shiver run down my spine, I do my best to ignore taking a sip from my water-filled glass.

“You must be Lord Elbert's partner. I heard you were announced as such.”

“Yes, I am. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance. ”

My words stop abruptly as she talks over me, and what comes out from her lips makes my blood freeze in my veins. 

“For tonight alone I hope.” 

Adding to the uncomfort of the situation are her eyes full of disdain, I don’t doubt shared by those around her.

“Why did you ask ?”

“You see, because I could never picture you as his fiancée.” 

“Why not ?”

“Oh dear you are pretty I give you that but Lord Elbert is a handsome earl, a pretty coveted husband for many and you ... You can't be with him. You are not good enough for him.”

Her word hit the target, like a fist on the solar plexus it took all the air out of my lungs, set on fire by the mere act of breathing, I clutch the glass to the point of hearing my nails claw on its smooth surface, faking composure I take it to my lips, hoping the sip to calm down my nerves.

“But…” 

I am ready to reply, but I was never too good at standing up for myself even more in front of such arrogant persons and so I swallow my retort along with the humiliation of feeling watched by the nobles gathered in that part of the hall.

“Oh please don't protest, it's so middle class to take any advice personally.” 

She frowns looking down at me as I am the weird one, not her for insulting me as it was nothing, with a jolt of her wrist she clacked her fan open and then snapped it close, hitting it on her hand sign she has all intentions to steer the conversation where she want and nothing would have stopped her.

“You are not at the same level but I am sure that someone else will surely do, your pretty face will make some head turn I am sure. You just have to choose anyone … but not him.”

“Why are you telling me that ?” 

I wonder the reason why she is being so cruel to me, but no matter how I rack over my brain nothing comes to my mind, leaving me dumbfounded and wounded by her treatment I had no reason to deserve. 

“Someone has to, my dear. You are a clever girl and as such you must see that Lord Elbert is above anyone. He is a deity worthy of the very best and you, let me tell you, are a bit too peculiar for him, too eccentric, we may say. You are even friends with that actor, what is it called ?”

“Liam.” 

I clench my hand in my sleeves, ready to fight off whatever distasteful insult she would throw about him.

“Yes, him. He may be a star but nothing good comes out to frequent people like that.”

“He is a great person, and a talented artist.” 

I answer back, swallowing the temptation to splash my glass on her slimy face, if for nothing else to not taint Elbert’ s reputation, even though I know he would care very little I still don’t want to make me a nuisance for him.

“To a weirdo he surely is. But for the Ton he is just an entertainer. Exactly like you.”

The words stinging like vinegar on a scar, I can only look back at her wondering what I have done to her too deserves such insults.

But after all, I should have gotten used to it. 

I should have expected it.

I should have … but I didn’t, and now I am paying the price for forgetting a lesson I should have, by now, learned  by heart.

That I am and always would have been an outcast, foolish in believing in people's goodness, mad even in trusting them to be good to weirdos like me.

Voices from the past overlap with the ones in the present creating a hellish noise that was enough to drown out the little composure I have, making me feel dizzy.

Her face looks like a dried plum, as a slimy fake smile plasters on her lips, looking pretty smug for someone who spit vitriol at me just a moment ago.

I glare at her, defiantly and judging by the look in her gaze she didn't expect nor likes that attitude.

“If I may.”

I raise my gown in a courtesy doing my best to keep at bay the urge to flee the palace, walking till I found a quiet corner of the room, her words echoing in my head, rubbing salt on my wounds, making them bleed as I try, to no avail, to patch up, struggling to breath properly.

I hold back all evening but right now I need him, I need to be with him, to feel his warmth, to hear his voice reassuring me of his love.

But the moment I spot him my heart skips a beat, dragging along the others, as it painfully beats against my ribcage.

My throat tightens and the tears, I managed until that moment to hold in, threaten to spill on my cheek, I grit my teeth, begging to forget what I just saw, begging it to be a lie, an illusion even but Alfons is nowhere to be seen, so this must be the truth.

I feel my heart shattering, the sprintles cutting through my skin, I can only clutch my hand over my chest, the gemmed brooch printing its figure on my palm as I struggle, but in vain, to hold it together at least until I will be safe away from there.

He was talking with a girl, and I could see how pretty and graceful she was, feigning innocence as she flirted with him, an elegance I will never have, always too much and never enough for anyone, rage boiling in my veins pushing me out of that mess.

The cold air of the night is enough to freeze me but I didn't feel it as I ran toward the carriage we came with, asking the driver to bring me to Crown’s castle.

It was a lie.

All along it was all a lie.

His profession of love.

Our happiness.

I am nothing more than an object, beautiful as I could be, destined to be owned and discarded like everything he used to have in his room.

And only now I see the truth from lies.

It was a cruel way to find out I am nothing to him like he is to me.

Tears stream down my cheek hastily dried in my handkerchief, swallowing the little whimper escaping my lips, as I bend in two, anger surge in me enough to numb my heartache as we approach the castle.

Once at the palace I knock at the door, smiling wearily at the servant before dragging myself on the stairs, pushing open my door and collapsing on the floor as soon as it was closed.

The mix of sadness and rage explode as I hastily took off my dress, discarding it carelessly along my corset and socks on the floor, tearing away my accessories I slam on the vanity, sliding my large velvet nightgown over my undergarments, not desiring to look at my body any longer than I already have.

The mirror on the wall stares mockinly at me.

I don’t even need to look at him to ask my question.

-Mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all ? 

-Not certainly you, stupid girl. Take a good look at yourself. 

His answer is harsher and more cruel than what I expected, but nothing I haven’t already told myself. 

I take a sheet from the wardrobe covering him with it, even though his words echo in my mind, another page in the list of insults and tease written in my mind the same that came back to the surface to torture my gullible heart.

In any case I am more than sure he didn’t notice me anyway, taken as he was in the conversation. I know he was just gathering information but my jealousy made all that appear much more malicious than how it was and yet I can’t do anything to banish it.

Especially at the thought he had now found something much more beautiful to cling to.

The mere idea take away all my energy pushing me to plop down wearily on the bed, hot tears stream down my cheek as I drown my sobs in a pillow, my hand clench on the sheets as I do my best to breath regularly but struggling to do so, I stretch my trembling fingers to take something from my nightstand but clumsy pushing it off. 

A little porcelain doll he gifted saying he reminded him of me.

A shriek of agony left my lips at the sight of the doll rolled on the carpet, looking like her strings has been cut, even her lips seems to be curled in a melancholic pout feeling alone away from his lover, whose doll still stood on the nightstand leaned back against the night lamp with a forlorn frown on his lips.

Exactly as I feel now that he gave up on me.

Another batch of fresh tears swell in my eyes, blurring my vision until the only thing I can see is the faint glimmer of the ring I hadn't the heart to take off.

There is no way he could love me.

There should have never been anything between us, maybe if there wasn't I wouldn't have suffered so much over a love that mayhap was never destined to be.

What silly dreams did I have ?

What I thought I was ?

My body is a jumbled mess of softness not attractive to anyone, my weirdness clear in anything I do or say, nor noble, nor accustomed to elegance, not an ounce of beauty in me.

Foolish my heart to think that a deity, who could have had the world at his fingertip, would have settled for someone so low, a mere worshipper not worthy even to tie his shoes let alone be by his side, as equal.

Folly of love my gullible heart brought me to trust in, and only now I see that it was all along a dream wished on a shooting star, fleeting and unreal as only a love like ours could be.

On top of all that I had embarrassed him, exactly like I didn't want to, making him the laughing stock of the nobility since his fiancée had the courtesy to leave the ball without telling anyone, nor even the host. 

A lump stuck in my throat at the picture of him being disappointed in me, so much I almost could hear his voice, the same I love so much, telling me he can’t be with me because of his tarnished reputation, affirming he deem me to be not beautiful enough anymore.

I clench the fabric of the pillow, biting on it to muffle the sobs as tears continue to soak it, only one to know the depth of my heartbreak knowing far too well he won’t come to me to repair it, pouring love between each crack like he used to, not now that he has finally see me for what I truly am, a mere servant not certainly a princess, trapped in a tower by a dragon no one will come to defeat to rescue me.

The bitterness of this statement takes my breath away, torment broken only by the knock at the door. I whip to look at it hastily drying my face with the back of my hand, swallowing my sobs in a soft sigh I hope he didn’t hear.

“July are you there ?” 

There is a frantic tone in his voice enough to make my heart tug in two at the idea he had come to me, despite what I thought. The charming prince coming to the rescue of his princess, a romantic trope I can’t help but feel my heart swell with warmth for, knowing he didn’t fully give up on me. Not yet. Still not even that adding it’s enough to snuff out the flame of affection telling me he came out of his love for me.

I bite my bottom lip as I fight the urge to answer him, hoping he will go away, not desiring to impose myself on him even more than I already do.

“July please answer me. Are you there ?” 

I hear panic setting in his usual monotone voice, I really am the worst kind of girl making him worry so much over a  nothingness like me, I feel guilty about the state I put him in. I know that if I don’t answer he probably will wake up the entire mansion making them prowl the streets of London fearing I have been kidnapped.

I sigh heavily, steeling my resolve, my voice coming out at least but so soft I doubt he heard it.

“Yes.” 

Yet he heard, he listened to me as he always did.

“Open me.” 

His request though is one I can’t allow no matter how much I love him, he hasn’t to see that pathetic show I am doing of myself exposing so shamefully my weakness and scars.

Truth to be told, the reason why I don't want him to see me is that I am afraid.

I have learnt at a high price to not show any weakness. Pretend, smile, nod, be polite and everyone will stop at the facade, not desiring to see where the truth lies, no one will mock you for who you are.

“I can't.” 

“Please.”

His pleading tone is like a poisoned apple sanking in my throat, fueling the mad desire to be with him to ease the pain clawing his kind heart.

“I can't … please Lord Elbert … go away.” 

My voice grows wobbly, cracking under the weight of emotions breaking the dam in my heart as they spill on my cheeks dripping over my words as I beg him to do something I deem the only one right to be.

The sound of his steps fade away on the carpet stinge my heart like an ice dagger … but I have no time to wallow in my thoughts because one moment later the metallic noise of the lock being played with takes me out of my reveries.

“I beg you … go away.” 

I am too weak to keep fighting his stubbornness, underestimating once more the weight of the love he has for me, the same steer determination that pushed him to acquire greedily anything he deemed beautiful is now settled on me, and I don’t know if I am mad, and honestly I cared little, but I liked seeing him so clingy, even obsessed, with me.

“I beg you to let me in.” 

He must have perceived something in my lack of answer, mayhaps hearing my heavy sighs, because he frets over to add in a much stronger tone that I know to be unable to reason with.

“I won't leave you nor until you open. I am sorry but I won't go away.”

I sit down on the bed, trying to adjust the sheets as I could in case he would have used his spare key to enter my room, even though I knew him to be too respectful to force him in even if he could.

“I care about you.” 

The aching desperation in his voice is enough to make me get up, in a rush I ran to refresh my face in the sink, hoping to look normal enough, even though I know my red eyes and pale cheeks would have betrayed me, sighing softly as I open the door.

“I am fine as you can see, now you can go away.”

I see in his eyes how my dismissive answer wounded him, but I really can’t bother him with my foolish doubts, especially since I am sure he has far more important things to do than squander his time on me anyway. 

“This isn’t fine to me.” 

His eyes became dark with something akin to anger, dripping on the frown curling his lips, before I could close the door though he slid inside.

“I am sorry for intruding but I can't leave you alone. Not now.”

“Why not ? You have no reason not to.” 

I am touched by his affection I really am, but I hope from the bottom of my heart he hasn’t come all the way to say he want to give up on me, but luckily my doubt are immediately brushed off at the sight of the confusion glimmering in his gaze as he looks down at me, his tone matter of fact as he asks.

“Why should I ?”

“At the ball … I embarrassed you.” 

I sink my upper teeth in my bottom lip waiting with bated breath for the disgust I foresaw coming from him … but in its place I see nothing of the likes, only a quizzical expression in his light blue eyes as he tilted his head to a side.

“How so ?”

The clouds in the sky decided that moment to move away letting the dim light of the crescent moon shine on his golden hair, making him appear even more the deity he is, beautiful as he always was and as much unreachable, for someone like me.

“I went away before you.” 

I slide my thumb on my ring, caring nothing for the light prickle of the gem scratching my skin, unable to meet his gaze, for fear of seeing his disappointment I keep my eyes fixed on the mess of clothes on the floor.

“I noticed.” 

His words hit like lightning in a summer storm. I snap my head up to look at him, meeting his concerned gaze.

“You ... did ?”

“Of course I did. I was about to come to you when I saw you fleeing away.” 

“But that girl …”

He is too clever for his own good, there is no way he missed the hint of bitterness in my tone as a frown curl involuntarily my lips while I grit my teeth doing my best to keep at bay tears from spilling out and ruin the little composure I have.

“The one I was taking information from ?” 

The detached way he talks about her puts at ease the hint of jealousy gnawing in my mind, I unclench my jaw enough to put my tongue to use as I answer.

“Yes, her.”

“It was Alfons’ doing. I doubt she would have talked otherwise. She thought she was talking with one of his accomplices.”

The pleading tone in his voice as he looks up at me, waiting patiently for me to speak, if I was comfortable doing it, nor judging nor chiding me, put me at ease pushing me to confide in him.

“July, tell me the truth, why did you leave the ball all alone ?” 

“It was because of a woman, she started teasing me and since everyone surely agreed with her I thought it was better to go away and let you work.” 

By the time I finished, tears were already pricking at the corner of my eyes, the memory of her harsh words and mocking smile still fresh in my mind, I sniffled to keep my composure, or a resemblance of, in front of him.

“I figured as much. That’s why I stepped in her shadow.” 

I am taken aback by his statement, all along he knew and yet he made me say it in my own words to see if I trusted him enough to, fool I was to think he wouldn’t have noticed it, mad even to think to keep it to myself rather than talk to him, ever able to placate the storm of doubts swirling in me.

“You did ?”

“Of course I did. No one offends my fiancée and gets away with it. No one.”

I am baffled by his behaviour, nor that it displease me, nor surprise after all he can be quite protective of the things he loves, me above all, but I can’t help but be worried about him, I certainly don’t want him to become an outcast among nobles even though it never mattered to him I don’t want him to suffer even more by the hands of anyone.

“But Elbie, she is a noble. Aren't you afraid it’s gonna have repercussions on your reputation ?”

“She is only a baroness. Even if it has, I couldn't care less. She had no right to treat you this way. No one has.”

There is anger burning in his gaze, a threat in his smile as his words sound like a snarl quieted down only by the surprise my confession provokes in him.

“She is right.”

“No.” 

His tone leaves little space for a reply, I perceive his determination and I know that when he is like that nothing will sway his mind nor heart, but my demons aren’t so easy to placate.

“She is right, Elbert. I have nothing to give you, I am not worth fighting for. You can afford so much better.” 

Words that tormented me ever since I got with him finally slip out, enveloped in vitriol and bitterness so much I have an hard time recognizing them as mine, bleeding out from scars never healed of insecurities and anxieties freely lashed out on my sensitive and gullible heart, creating a reality from an illusion supported by the ever present mocking stares of the mirror on the wall, laughing back at me each dress I wore, each question I asked, whose cruel answers echoed in my mind wrapping it in his lies.

“How can I afford better when the best is already in front of me ?”

He cups my face in his hand brushing his thumb gently on my cheek catching the last tears flowing from my eyelashes as they were the most precious dews’ gems he had ever collected.

“July. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.”

His words are all what I always dreamed of hearing, piercing into my core with their tenderness, their light shining through the cracks on my walls as they begin to crumble down before his love, lowering my guard for him and him alone, wholeheartedly placing my trust in him.

“Don’t lie to me. Please don’t.” 

My mind and heart are at fight with one another I struggle to keep them quiet as I gaze at him, looking into his eyes to try to see any sign of his honesty or lack of thereof, but what I saw there it’s only the deep earnestness of a pure, kind heart that loves me above anything. 

“I could never, ever lie to you.”

A light smile curls my lips at the gentle plea in his eyes as he looks up at me before sliding to nuzzle softly in my neck, tightening his arms around my waist, moved by his words I slide my arms around his head, bringing him even closer in my bosom, revelling in the ticklish sensation of his locks prickling the sensitive skin of my cleavage.

“Please trust me.” 

The same breasts that so often dried his tears and offered him comfort when he needed the most were now the object of my loathsome stare and shame. I really am a fool if I can look at them that so many times managed to make him happy with such hatred.

He must have perceived the doubts still swirling in me because one moment later he kneel on the carpet from where he presses his face into my soft tummy, that he so often used as a pillow with his arms wrapped around me and my fingers brushing in his locks lulling him to sweet dreams. 

He raises his head to look at me through misty eyes, his lips trembling slightly as his arms tightened around my legs.

“I love you.”

A strained smile on my lips, tears in my eyes spill on my cheeks as my fingers find their way to brush in his soft locks.

“I love you too.”

I cup his face in my hand, smiling at the endearing way he leans his cheek on my palm craving affection, yearning for love as he always did and now finally obtained with me and I would be so cruel to give up on him all due to my doubts when he had never gave up on loving me no matter how weird I am. 

After a while he raises once more to his feet only to take my hand in his, squeezing it gently as he cradles my face in his soft hand, the tenderness in his gaze moving me to the core as his thumb gently brushes over my cheek.

“Am I beautiful ... to you ?”

My voice betrays my heartbreak, all my insecurities collected in that single question, I feel my eyes get misty once more but I refuse to bend over to them, looking straight into his gaze, bright with resolution warmed by love.

“Yes. The fairest of them all.” 

His honesty brush away my anxiety,  glimmering in his light blue eyes, captivating me to gaze at him as the last stone of my walls crumble down and the sun of his affection manage to shine through turning the once thorn-maze in a dazzling garden, pouring love in each and every scar where once there was doubt.

At least I feel my lips curl in a smile, as a single tear rolls down my cheek followed by many more, a flood of emotions I found hard to contain until he captures my lips in a delicious, sweet kiss. 

The saltiness of tears mix together with the stickiness of my lipstick, as the strong aroma of champagne melts with the smooth texture of water, still fresh on my tongue.

Reluctantly he pulls away, keeping me close wrapping one arm around my waist, his fingers curling possessively on my hips, his hard chest moulds in my soft bosom as he cradles my face in his hand.

“I love you July to madness. I desire to keep you all to myself to cherish and make you happy. I can’t bear the idea of anyone even remotely hurting you.” 

“I love you too, Elbert, so very much. I am crazy over you and nothing will make me smile more than seeing you happy.” 

“I am happy only when I am with you. I love you as nothing I ever owned. I am a mess but you still loved me, it’s I who don’t deserve your love.”

“Please don’t say that.” 

I lean my trembling fingers to brush over his lips, melting at the sight of it curling to leave a kiss on them. 

“Do you still love me ?”

“It could not be otherwise. Never.”

Reluctantly he pulls away, sitting me on the bed like his personal porcelain doll he lean me back against the pillows as he kneel once more on the floor his ever graceful fingers stretched to take the doll from the carpet, brushing off the dust from her clothes as he hand it over to me. I take it to my chest, hugging her with a smile, happy to see she hasn’t broken despite my clumsiness, before placing her next to the doll of a prince, a gift I made him to keep her company.

The fairytale scene on my nightstand was complete once more, the couple of dolls that looked like us, sat side by side, smiled happily as they held hands, their love destined to be exactly like ours.

I focus my gaze on him, smiling back at me from his place on the bed, a light playful smirk adorn his lips as his gaze set on something on the floor his elegant digits reach to take, in the pale moonlight I see the object glimmering, he offers me no explanation though as he opens it, making its bold scarlet color shine outside its golden shell only then I recognize it as being my lipstick.

His voice is laced with a hint of obsession murking his gaze as he looks down at me, a facet of him I didn't pull away from, ready to embrace and love him as he is exactly like he always did for me.

“It seems my proof of love needs improvement since my kisses aren't enough.”

His movements are swift and precise as I never could have guessed, almost as he was used to it, scarred from a troublesome past he had spent being anyone's beauty doll, one he has broken free from I am happy to think, partially, because of me.

That thought alone warmed my heart as nothing ever could.

He put a spell on me, bewitching me to stare at him, shining bright like a charming prince.

My prince charming.

The same that galloped a horse all through the night to get to the palace before the carriage ever could, a secret his peculiar scent told me of before he even had a chance to. The idea that he spared no effort for me proof enough of his love to quiet the doubts in my mind.

I am mesmerized by the sight of him, his white and blue clothes sticking to his skin, his delicate red lips curled in a smile, his soft blonde locks shining under the warm light of the lamp and his calm yet passionate sea blue eyes, he is the very portrait of a cherubian. 

Mine and mine alone.

His greediness must have rubbed off on me but I don’t mind, I see it as a proof of the unconditional love and deep devotion we feel for one another.

He leans me against the pillows, raising my nightgown enough to lower the upper hem of my drawers. There is softness in his fingers where once there was only skin and bones, due to his habit to regularly eat alongside me, spurred by the meals I cook him as he told me himself, the memory of his honest confession makes me smile, warming me to the core.

My gaze glue to him as I feel his warm lips pepper wet kisses all over my belly, nibbling and sucking on my skin, kneading and moulding the soft flesh in its wake, brushing his fingers on my hips, tracing with his tongue each stretch mark, with his lips each mole, smiling up at me as he prop his chin on it looking up at me as I am was the most precious treasure in all the world … and I knew that to him I am.

He robs me of my coherent thoughts as his fingers make their way toward my plan abdomen, tickling it, making me dizzy from pleasure and happiness at the sweetness in his voice as he bestows professions of love on my body enough to reach my heart, flooding it with warmth. 

“My Princess.” 

A kiss of utmost devotion above my belly button, followed by a delicious sweet one at the center of my abdomen.

“My Queen.”

“My cherished treasure.” 

A soft brush of his lips placed gently on the upper part of my right breast followed by a tender one on my left.

“My precious doll.”

Hesitancy in his features as he looks up at me, his finger hover above my bosom, not daring to touch despite his eagerness to, gently I cup his hand in mine placing it flat on my chest, giving him permission to do anything he likes to me.

A light groan escape from his lips as he unbuttons my nightgown leaving me in nothing but my drawers and my regency corset, I sigh dreamily as the fresh air of the evening brush over the naked parts of my body, but the smoldering gaze he looks at me with is enough to make my heart race wildly in my chest keeping me warmer than the even the sun ever could.

I see him fiddle with the lace, I could stop him but I don’t want to and so I let him, a moan escapes my lips as he tugs at the ribbon holding it close with his teeth, enough to open it just a little bit, an erotic view I don’t have in me to look away.

I bathe a little longer in the lust lidded gaze he looks at me with as he lick his upper lip, smirking as he bends over me to take one of my breasts in his capable hand, caressing and molding it as he pleases, placing a kiss on its upper part, brushing his thumb on my nipple above the fabric, perking under his touch robbing a moan of pleasure from my lips at the relentless combination of kisses and massages as he gently switch his focus to the other one, leaving a trail of red kisses over my fair skin.

At last he looks up at me with so much devotion to have me in tears as he presses a reverent kiss between my breasts, filling my heart with his love.

“My love.”

“My one and only love.” 

In an instant he raise to tower over me only to melt his lips on mine in a delicious kiss I welcome arching under him, feeling the soft sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as I push my hips against his, swallowing my moans as he wrap his tongue with mine, letting him lead that sinful dance of passion as our bodies move in sync alike our heartbeats bounded by unwavering and unconditional love. 

Reluctantly he pulls away looking into my eyes, the same gaze I love so much now dark with lust and possession the same I welcome with open arms as he wraps me in his embrace, holding me close so much I can feel his warmth, nuzzling his head on my bosom, purring in delight as he looks up at me, his eyes overflowing with love enough to make my heart swell with affection at the endearing sight. 

“I love you July only you. You are my precious treasure, my one and only cherished doll.” 

“I love you Elbert so very much.”

There is a raw plea in his voice as he lean his face on my breasts gazing up at me. 

“Please don’t leave me. I really do love you. You are the only one for me.”

“I won't now nor ever.”

A carefree smile curls his lips as he sits on the bed, only to leave an achingly tender kiss on my forehead before tightening his arm around me as we lean back against the pillows.

“I love you as you are, don’t change.”

“I won’t. For you I won’t.” 

I murmur caressing his cheeks with my fingers, brushing some golden lock away from his face enough to gaze straight into the clear warm blue sea of his eyes.

“Please don’t give up on me.”

The shameless words of a weakling I managed to hold in until now come tumbling off my lips, so much I hope he hasn’t heard them … but he is certainly no fool like I was for thinking so. 

“I would never July, ever, for nothing in the whole world I love more than you. I assure you.” 

His warm fingers caress tenderly the apple of my cheek as he brushes his nose against mine, smiling at the sound of my carefree giggles. 

There is a strange vulnerability in his gaze, shadowed by his long eyelashes, latching onto his words as he speaks, reminding me once more of how sensitive and yet strong he is at once.

“Will you do the same for me ?” 

At least he raises his pleading eyes to meet mine, while his fingers on my waist tighten their grip almost as if he is scared I would give up on him, as if I ever could, an anxiety that pestered me too from time to time but that he always managed to brush away like I have done with his.

“Of course Elbie. I could never, ever no matter what.”

The sun returns to his gorgeous blue eyes as he gifts me a tender smile, so bright and happy to captivate me enough to reach and melt my lips on his, welcoming the gentle way he deepened the kiss, holding me close as he ravages my mouth with his tongue before entwining it with mine.

A kiss he breaks off reluctantly, leaning his forehead to mine as we avidly breathe the air in the little space between our lips, until he pulls back enough to wrap his arms around me leaving an achingly gentle kiss on my hair.

Some of my doubts could come back sometimes but I know that every time he will be there to chase away their clouds with the warm, smouldering light of his love.

I sigh softly in his embrace giggling as I feel his hands curl on my waist gripping me tightly, I nuzzle in his chest brushing my lips on his heart, revelling in the light chuckle escaping from his lips, eager to see more I look up at him purring softly at the gentle caress of his fingers on my cheeks admiring the tender expression in his light blue eyes crinkling with affection as I playfully smack a kiss on his cheeks gazing at him with a smile, mirrored by his own graceful lips as he hold me against him, enveloped in the warmth of the blankets we are cocooned in, less smouldering perhaps than the emotion burning in our hearts bounded inextricably together with love.

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Ikemen Villains SFW Fic Masterlist

Category key: Fluff- ☁ Angst- 💔 Spice- 🌶

Ellis Twilight:

Summer Stroll  ☁ Make the Pain Stop 💔☁ 🌶 Not Enough 💔 Sharing Warmth ☁ 🌶

Harrison Gray:

Starlit Desperation 💔 At Fault 💔☁ None Other 💔☁ Play Acting ☁🌶 Sweet Delight ☁🌶

William Rex:

I'll Keep You Warm ☁ 🌶 Precious Little Robin 💔☁ Do You Understand? ☁

Jude Jazza:

Pinned ☁🌶 Soft Jude Ramblings ☁ The Night is Far Too Long Without You 💔☁ Bound Together ☁

Elbert Greetia:

If it Pleases You ☁ Smile for Me 💔☁

Alfons Sylvatica:

Never Again 💔☁

Liam Evans:

Spoken Words Play Fair

Roger Barel:

Victor:

Ode to Lovely Hair ☁ Your Life in His Hands ☁ 🌶 Dressed in Midnight 💔

Multiple Suitors:

Hurtful Words: Harrison, Jude, Victor, William 💔 Comforting Words: Harrison, Jude, Victor, William ☁ Young MC Headcanon (all the boys) ☁

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Translation Masterlist

Category key: Fluff- ☁ Angst- 💔 Spice- 🌶 Smut-🔞

Ikemen Prince

3rd Anniversary Event~ A Beasts Dream:

Licht Klein:

Part 1 ☁ | Part 2 ☁ | Premium End ☁ 💔| Epilogue 🔞

Nokto Klein:

Part 1 ☁ | Part 2 ☁ | Premium End ☁ 💔| Epilogue 🔞

Silvio Ricci:

Part 1 ☁ | Part 2 ☁ | Premium End ☁ | Epilogue 🔞

Clavis Lelouch:

Part 1 ☁ 🌶 | Part 2 ☁ 🌶 | Premium End ☁ 🌶 | Epilogue🔞

Keith Howell:

Jin Grandet:

Melted by Aphrodisiac on this Night ～Fallen, Disheveled, Loved

Keith Howell:

Part 1 ☁ 🌶| Part 2 ☁ | Sweet End 🔞 | Premium End ☁ 🌶| Epilogue🔞

Ikemen Villains

Main Route Translation

Ellis Twilight-Masterlist

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If it Pleases You~ Elbert x Reader

Last one! This was difficult since I don't know Elbert super well, but I think it turned out okay. Thank you @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess for hosting this awesome challenge! I really had a blast with it :D

Prompt: 14. Summer Festival Pairing: Elbert Greetia x Reader Genre: Fluff

As promised, Elbert met you at the entrance to the summer festival. You insisted that he go when he had mentioned that he had never been to one. Tonight, however, you have to stifle a laugh when you see the garish hat on his head.

“Um, Elbert… What are you wearing?” You ask, gesturing to his head.

“A hat. I don’t like people gawking at my face.” He answered bluntly, his face showing no emotion. You’re not really sure how such an obscenely elegant hat would do anything but garner even more stares.

“Well, they may not be gawking at your face, but that hat is very extravagant, so it’s bound to draw attention too.” You advise.

A long sigh escapes from his lips as he gives you a dejected look, taking the hat off his head. He handed it to Alfons, who accepted the hat and absconded into the crowd.

“What should I do now?” He asks, his eyes searching your face.

You knew he hated people staring, but he was so beautifully captivating, he couldn’t move around in public without attracting the gazes of others.

Glancing into the festival, you noticed that there was a stall selling masquerade style masks.

“We can get you a mask!” You shout, causing Elbert to start, his eyes widening.

You grab his hand and pull him along behind you, as he hung his head, trying to obscure his face with his hair.

The array of masks ranged from ornate designs, to simple, plain colored masks. One white mask had small blue beadwork around the edges and tracing a swirling pattern over the cheeks.

You eagerly hold it up to Elbert, who hesitantly brings it to his face. You can feel your breath catch in your throat as he looks at you. The color of the beads seems to bring out the color of his eyes, causing them to look even more piercing.

“Is it bad?” He asks, lowering the mask, a dour expression taking its place.

“No! Not at all, it really brings out your eyes.” You assure him.

“So, shall I get this one?” He inquires, turning it over in his hands to inspect it.

“I think it suits you quite well,” you offer, watching as his gaze roams over the object.

“Do you think it’s beautiful?”

“Uh, I suppose so.”

“I’ll purchase it then.”

He seemed unconvinced but returned from the vendor with the mask affixed to his face.

“What should we do now?” He inquires, offering his arm for you to take.

“We get to go around and check out all of the goods and sweets and exhibits that are on display. And at the end there’s a fantastic surprise!” You exclaim, pulling his arm along behind you.

He doesn’t say much as you make your way around the festival, but there is a soft smile on his face as you excitedly show him various vendors that you knew. As much as you tried to dissuade him, each time you pointed out something that caught your eye, he bought it for you, instructing the vendor to hold the item and he would have it collected at the end of the night.

You quickly tempered your excitement after he had purchased a gorgeous pendant that you had picked up to inspect for the briefest moment. When you heard the price that the vendor quoted him for it, you nearly choked.

“Elbert, please, you really shouldn’t purchase these things for me.” You insist, after tucking the two of you back behind some trees.

“Why not?” He asks, lifting the mask. You could see his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Do you not desire those things? It appeared that you were quite taken with them.” He placed his hand on your cheek, to guide you to look at him.

“I… I did want them, but I don’t need them.”

“I wanted to purchase them.” He insisted, pressing his thumb to your lips. “You looked so beautiful every time you found an object. Your face lit up with such joy that I naturally wanted to preserve that.”

The tenderness in his gaze was so warm, your heart squeezed sweetly in response. His thumb gently dropped to your lower lip and your mouth dropped open instinctively.

“This face is beautiful too.” He adds, bringing his face so close your noses were almost touching.

At that moment the finale began and Elbert jumped back in surprise at the loud sound.

Realizing what was happening you let out a quiet giggle.

“Surprise!”

Bright specks of light dance through the sky as the firework display continued. You’re enraptured by the irresistible beauty of your lover in that moment. The different colors playing across his features and the lights reflecting in his wide eyes were bewitching.

You can’t help the affection welling up inside you from spilling out. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips. This was absolutely the most wonderful summer festival that you had ever experienced.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

A lovely spectacle

A lovely spectacle 

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing: Elbert x July

Part of : Ikemen Advent hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 18 - Snowflake

Tag: Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 600

Author’s Note:

Tag list

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@william-rex @candied-boys @writingwhimsey

@fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic @lichtluv

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty @ike-garden2024        

@maeko-kun @oda-princess @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

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

It was such a frizzy winter evening and yet July really didn't feel like complaining about the cold, clinging to his lover’s arms the least thing on her mind was the weather, with elegance and unhurriedly they waltzed between the wide avenues of the Greetia’s estate. 

Elbert suggested going for a ride but since her caramel mane and his candid horse looked too relaxed and cosy in their boxes in the stable, they decided to take a stroll instead, minding nothing of the snow covering the gardens.

Of all the things July knew about her lover’s estate, she discovered to have greatly underestimated the immensity of their propriety, since she felt like it was morning when they first started walking and now it seemed to be closer to evening than noon, at least judging  by the darkness of the sky whose dark grey clouds had long hidden the rays of the tepid sun that continued to shine dimly on the huge and curated gardens of their palace.

They talked about everything and nothing even stopping for a break sometimes at least until something white and fluffy began to fall from the sky.

“What … is that ?”

His long fingers had shakily reached to take something away from his face, a frown curling his graceful lips as the wetness seeped through the tip of his gloved fingers, with a confused expression swimming in his sea blue eyes as he looked at her tourmaline ones, shining with curiosity judging by the way she eagerly stood on her tiptoes to get a better look at his face where another fluffy ball had just fell. 

“I don’t think it’s raining, isn't it ?”

“It didn’t seem to rain.” 

“Then what is it ?”

“Snow.”

“Like …”

“Snowflakes.”

A childlike wonder lit up in his eyes as he held his hand out at the sky smiling as another snowflake danced in the air before landing gracefully on his long fingers, with a light, July recognised as the same obsession that pushed him to continue buying beautiful things, Elbert looked intensely at the snowflake, frowning slightly when it began to melt.

“I love it, they are so beautiful and tiny.”

“They really are.”

July, who had mirrored him, was now touching the one that had decided to plane on the back of her fingers, looking shily at the curiosity taking over his expression as he gently brushed the tip of his index fingers on it.

“Have you ever seen snow Elbie ?”

“I saw it in London and rarely there … but I was never outside when it snowed and you ?”

“Well since it didn’t snow often I saw it for real for the first time when I arrived in London but as you said I too was inside.”

“I really wish there was a way to preserve them.” 

“So you could collect them too.”

“Maybe … will this make you happy ?”

“Oh sure they are cute but I think it would be difficult to preserve them, like snow they usually melt, plus I don’t want Alfons to get mad at us.”

“He won’t … no you are right he may get. Alright, let's forget about collecting them. I will buy something better to make up for it.”

“There is no need to.”

“But I want to, please let me.” July was so weak for his puppy eyes and he knew it, a smile curled his graceful lips reaching Elbert’s sea blue eyes as he took her hand in his own as they strolled back into their palace, cuddling up on the sofa as they admired the spectacle warmed by their love with a smile.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

A lovely date

A lovely date

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing: Elbert x July

Part of : Ikemen Advent hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 17 - Ice Skating   

Tag: Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 900

Author’s Note: 

Tag list

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978

@william-rex @candied-boys @writingwhimsey

@fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic @lichtluv

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty @ike-garden2024        

@maeko-kun @oda-princess @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

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

The weather had been nothing short of cold to the point the heavy snowstorms made impossible to even go out for a walk, so when the sun came out again from the clouds Lord Greetia and his graceful lady, followed in tow by their ever loyal attendant decided to take a ride around their lands, until the two of them decide to dismount when they reached a certain secluded pool of water hidden from the view, like two children the lord and his butler launched themselves on the ice as soon as Alfons’ ascertained it was thick enough, whereas the lady busied herself taking off the bags, she insisted on carrying with them, from Elbert’s white horse.

“How are you doing, July ?” Elbert’s monotone voice broke the stillness of the air as he leaned gracefully against the wooden fence built around the lake.

“I am fine thank you, as long as I stick to walking on the path I shouldn’t slip.”

“Good, please be careful and not overwork yourself.”

“Don’t worry Elbie I won’t.”

After finally setting the sweet filled baskets on the tables, July sat down on a bench in the gazebo overlooking the lake admiring the way the two men danced on the ice in sync with one another, she couldn’t help but gawk in awe at their elegance.

“I didn’t know you were able to ice-skate.”

“Alfons taught me to.” 

With more grace than she ever had, he landed back on his skates after a pirouette followed by the man in question, who smiled humbly at his friend’s words.

“You are too modest my lord, you had talent for it.”

“I wish to say this to be true but you have it more than me.” 

“Oh my, what should I do with you ? Maybe July has an idea.”

“What for, Alfons ?” 

“For tempting our prince to take a break.” 

“Uhmm let me think … If I told you two I had set a tea party would this be enough to convince you to join me here ?”

July propped her chin on her palm, her elbow hidden by the view from the wild herbs growing up in the pot placed on the windowsill of the gazebo, with her shiny light green dress she looked every bit the Queen she was to him as she looked at Elbert, her tourmaline eyes shone with mirth reflected in the dazzling blue sea of his gaze made even brighter by his smile, a sight that was enough to make her heart jump wildly in her chest, usually so listless there was no trace or aloofness in his features shining with determination as he did his best to beat Alfons and reach the gazebo before him, as a reward for the success Elbert wrapped his arms around July, smiling at the stream of soft giggles rolling from her lips as she smacked her lips on his cheek. 

A most endearing sight Alfons looked at with affection, a momentum he took advantage from to steal a biscuit sneakily slipping it between his lips, still wrapped in Elbert’s hug July turned to look at him, she was a sight to behold her cheeks flushed with excitement mirrored in her gaze caring nothing for the slight dishevelment of the upper part of her dress crinkled in the middle where he was clinging to her from behind.

“I hope they are good.”

“There is only one way to find out.”

With a flowing movement of his hand Alfons took a biscuit between his fingers only to gobble it up the moment she reached to take it, a gesture that earned him a most funny sight of her huffing in frustration.

“You are so petty.” 

“I know.” 

A strangely honest smile curled his lips as he entwined his fingers under his chin gazing fondly at the two lovebirds.

“I want one too.”

Elbert’s soft murmur in her ear made a dreamy sigh escape from July’s lips, elicited by the way he tightened his arms around her making her self conscious about how pressed their bodies were to one another, someone may have said even stuck like glue. 

“Ahahah I know, wait let me take the basket.” 

“This one.” 

Alfons took it by the handle, swirling into the air before lending it to her only to take it back against his chest as she reached to take it.

“You weren't fast enough.” 

“You are impossible.”

“Thank you.” 

Luckily enough Elbert was swifter than her as he managed to swipe a biscuit from the basket while it swirled back and forth between Alfons and July, with a smile he sank his upper teeth in the soft pastry before turning her around in his arms, a rosy blush spread on her cheeks as she reached to take a bite meeting his smouldering gaze from above the coloured icing of the biscuit.

Bit by bit they reached the centre, an effort rewarded by the gentleness of his lips melting on hers in a sweet kiss he deepened as her fingers clutched his shirt, savouring the kiss slowly, deaf to Alfons’ clear laughter that  albeit reluctantly,pulled them away from one another.

“It seems our two lovebirds aren’t so shy to hide their effusions.”

“And why should we ?”

With a tender smile Elbert looked at her brushing his nose on hers, revelling in her sweet smile dancing on her lips whose brightness was matched only by the one shining in her tourmaline eyes.

“Didn’t you agree mon amour ?”

“Of course I do mon cher.”

With a blissful smile she leaned her head on his chest, leaving a gentle kiss on his heart, gawking in awe at the affection glimmering in his sea blue eyes as he sat on the bench, one arm still wrapped around her hips as he looked at her with a smile.