#fem licht

[zarsghost]

For Worse

dark!Ghost x fem!reader pt. 2 of “For Better”

Warnings: manipulation, brief mentioned of blood/gore, toxic behavior, threats

The overhead lights buzzed as the electricity continued to flow through them as Simon sat in his chair. He doesn’t know how long ago Price left his tiny on base office but it didn’t matter. In his hands were the rings that should still be on your finger. It shouldn’t have moved from when he slid them on all those years ago but yet here they are. Here they both are, without you. Now, was Simon a good husband? Not at the moment, no.

But he was an even worse individual. The things he had endured and the things he’s done upon others would not qualify him as a ‘good man’. Doesn’t matter if it was on behalf of his country or the safety of the world. It was two sides of the same coin in a constant rotation but Simon knew that that’s not what weighed his conscience. It was the fact that he had none.

The one thing he had to keep him sane was trying to leave. The one thing that tethered him to this world and he’d be damned if he was going to let that slip away from him. A familiar shift faded over Simon as his eyes became dark and his breaths became shallow. Simon was gone and in his place, his shadow filled the void. His Ghost. He placed the rings in his breast pocket, velco securing it tightly to his chest at all times, as he sprung up from his desk chair and made a beeline towards the rec room where he knew his sergeants would be with tight and tense shoulders and his head straight forward. Target acquired.

Almost slamming the doors open, Ghost filled the nearly empty room with his presence alone as he made his way to a lone table where Kyle and Johnny were currently playing cards. There was the sound of scraping chairs against the shitty linoleum as the few other people in the room quickly left when they noticed who had just walked in looking like he was on a mission. And he was, but he wasn’t about to do this without his team.

Both men were well into their game when the overheard light was suddenly obstructed by a thick silhouette of a man. Johnny looked up just in time recognizing said silhouette, “Lt! Whit are ye doin blockin the licht? I-” his voice immediately dying in his throat when he realized the look on his lieutenants’ face. Kyle noticed immediately the change in the Scots demeanor and looked up as well. “What happened?”, he asked as he immediately clocked the aura radiating off of his superior.

“Need you to be in the briefing room in 10. No questions till then.”

Both men nodded in agreement before Ghost walked away.

Ghost stood in front of the long wooden table as Gaz and Soap filed in. Price was already seated with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the rest of his team with a slightly annoyed but determined look on his face. They all shared a collective nod in greeting before setting their eyes on the man in front.

“We’ve got a job to do and a tight window. No distractions. This is your priority now. Understood?” He waited but was met with silence.

“Good.”

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Simon was ecstatic. You had said no to continuing the proceedings. You were still his. You would still be his. And you wouldn’t be doing this again.

After carrying you out of the courtroom, he set you down and connected his forehead with yours. “I have to take care of something really quickly while I’m here but I’ll be out shortly. Why don’t you wait in the car and then we’ll go down to that asian place around the corner that I know you like as a celebration hm? My treat.”

You smile up at him and peck the corner of his mouth before walking out to his car. You had taken an Uber since Simon mainly uses the car to get to and from base when he’s home, which he now was and planned to be for a while.

Simon watched you leave before his mask slipped back in place. Turning back into the courtroom, he walked around the bench to the door where it led to the judge’s chambers.

The judge looked nervous as he sat in his leather chair behind his desk. A faint glow in the dark corner of the room grew brighter before dimming again. A puff of smoke came out of the shadows before being followed by his Captain.

“Good to see that you kept your end of the bargain. Was worried there for a second there but you managed. Hate to see what would’ve happened if it hadn’t.” The familiar gruff voice sounded from behind his chair. The lawyer that you had used was currently unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves before rolling them up his forearms at a small table next to the door.

“That would’ve been really disappointing too. After I had worked so hard to… convince you as well.” His smooth voice rang out.

The judge looked between them and stuttered,” But I did what you asked! Why-why does it feel like I missed something?” The judges’ nervous eyes landed on the bailiff that was shifting his weight from side to side as he watched what was currently unfolding. “Bailiff! Please! Do something!”

The bailiff cracked his neck to the side before removing his hat. His bright blue eyes never leaving the panicked shit brown ones of the sweating man in front of him.

“Ah kin dae something a'richt. Bit ah dinnae think ye'll be tae chuffed by th' outcome.” His hand ran through the currently flattened fauxhawk. “ 'n' how come ah hae tae be th' bailiff?! Gaz a’ready wears a cap!”

Price chuckled a bit, “Well she knows my face and I don’t think ya see too many lawyers ‘round here with a haircut like that, do ya?”

Johnny grumbled a bit before refocusing on the man of the hour. “Och sorry, did ye think ah wis gonnae actually help?” He laughed and the rest of his teammates joined.

Ghost walked forward as Gaz made sure the door was locked behind him. “I don’t think anyone will be coming back any time soon but to answer your question, there is something that you missed.” There was suddenly a heavy pressure on the judge’s shoulders as Price held him in place in his chair. Gaz and Soap came up on either side of Ghost as he leaned over the desk.

“SAS doesn’t leave any loose ends behind.”

Simon walked out with his team behind him while he wiped his hands. Setting up everything in such an exact way just to watch it all fall into place was truly beautiful. Getting into your laptop wasn’t hard to make sure that you had picked Gaz as your lawyer. All he had to do was sneak in when he knew you’d be out was simple enough. Making sure that Soap had the correct badges to pass inspection with his stolen uniform. Price just had to make sure that the judge they’d found fell in line. Considering that this hearing was never actually recorded and that he wasn’t even a practicing judge anymore helped their case as well. The remains of the judge stayed mostly in the room behind them. Some technically were on his hands but a quick run to the washroom would fix that. But they’d be long gone before anyone found him. Ghost almost wishes he could do it all over again but he had a pretty bird waiting for him outside. With a nod behind him, he made his way outside.

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Months had gone by after your almost divorce and you believe that it actually knocked some sense into your husband. He was now always home when he wasn’t deployed. Even when he was, he made sure to call you to hear your voice and check in on you. When he was home, his hands were almost always on you. And maybe that’s why looking at the small plastic stick in your hands wasn’t as big of a shock. But what would your husband think?

Don’t worry, he has already told his mates and has his pick of names ready when you exit the bathroom. Those sugar pills you’ve been taking were already in the bin.

[spatortlover]

Ein gemeinsamer Abend

Leo/Adam/Pia/Esther x fem!leser

warnung : fluff, tiny hurt/comfort, küssen und kuscheln

Zusammenfassung: Selbst das Polizeiteam in Saarbrücken braucht mal irgendwann schlaf. Kaffee und Tabletten halten einen auch nur so lange wach bis der Körper nachgibt. Umso schöner ist es, wenn man mit seinem liebsten ein Bett teilen kann mal ohne Leiche und Mord. Nur ihr beide zusammen...

info : Ich hätte nie gedacht das ich mal meine heißgeliebte Sprache benutzen würde, um über nen Tatort zu schreiben, geschweige den das ich mal so hart in nem Fandom drinnen sein werden. Ich danke @adamsjeansjacke das sie mich angeregt hat zu schreiben.

Ich wünsche viel spaß beim lesen ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leo Der braunhaarige Ermittler im Team, hatte von allen noch mit die gesündeste Beziehung zum schlaf. Wenn es in nem Fall mal nicht weiterging, keine Spur sich fand und die Dunkelheit draußen ihm sagte, dass es zu spät war jetzt noch nach beweisen zu suchen wandte sich auch Leo dem Bett und vor allem seiner liebe darin zu. Die Ironie des ganzen er war derjenige der seiner Freundin immer sagte ,,Du solltest schlafen gehen, morgen ist auch noch ein Tag" nur um selbst erst Stunden später ins Bett zu folgen. Doch auch ein friedlicher Schlaf bekam er nicht, Albträume seiner Vergangenheit, Schuld, die ihn heimsuchte und das Blut was an ihm geklebt hatte...gut das er sie hatte. Gut das wann immer sie bemerkte, dass er sich von links nach rechts bewegte, unverständliche Worte murmelte sie sich an ihn schmiegte, sanft ihn weckte ,,Du hattest einen Albtraum" ihm zuflüsterte und trotz des wenigen Lichts in den hellen Augen Dankbarkeit sehen konnte. Seine zittrige Hand zu ihrer geht, sie festhält, sich bestätigt das sie bei ihm war, das sein Herz bei ihm war. Das der Sparten und die Tat beinahe zwei Jahrzehnte her war. Es war vorbei und als er ihr einen sanften Kuss gab ein ,,Danke liebes" erwiderte war er sich ganz sicher, dass er nur geträumt hatte, den das Gefühl der Sicherheit und Geborgenheit war seine Erlösung für seine Schuld.

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Adam

Schlaf war das überhaupt etwas, was er wollte? Wann immer er seine Augen schloss, sah er den Alten, den Schmerz, die Schläge und die Dunkelheit. Adam war dankbar das sein Beruf zuließ, solange zu arbeiten bis das ‚schlafen legen‘ eher einer gezwungenen Ohnmacht glich. Ein Vergleich die jedoch seine Freundin keines Falls billigte, seit dem sie zusammen waren, hatte er erkannte, dass sie sein Verhalten sah. Doch statt dieses zu dulden wie der Rest des Teams, kümmerte seine Freundin es, wenn er mal wieder meinte mit ner Zigarette draußen zu verschwinden und die Kälte sein Bett sein zu lassen. ,,Es ist spät Adam, die Akten sind morgen auch noch da...bitte nur ein paar Stunden ausruhen" ihre Stimme ihn von dem überfüllten Tisch aufblicken ließ, im Gegensatz zu ihm hatte sie ihren Morgenmantel an und wirkte so viel mehr vorbereitet auf das Bett als er. Er wusste würde er sie vertrösten mit einem Kommentar oder einer Lüge würde das nur zu unnötigen Auseinandersetzungen führen, er ließ sie an sich heran und das schätze sie am meisten. ,,Nur ein paar Stunden" er seufzend meinte und die Akte auf den Tisch warf, um sich ihr anzuschließen, einen sanften Kuss auf ihre Stirn zu drücken und trotz ziviler Kleidung sich zumindest auf die Decke zu legen. Seinen Arm um ihren Körper legen konnte er das beruhigende Gefühl in seiner Brust nicht verhindern ,,Danke" er murmelte als er seinen Körper die nötige Erholung gab, die dieser brauchte. Es war doch gut Menschen an sich heranzulassen vor allem so nah an sein Herz.

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Pia

Man musste meist nur der Spur aus einer bunten Jacke oder den Hörnchen Resten folgen die Braunhaarige hinterlässt. Jeder aus dem Team nahm sich Arbeit mit nach Hause, doch wären Leo, Esther und irgendwie auch Adam irgendwann offline gingen und schliefen musste sie nicht weit schauen um zu sehen das Pia noch immer wach war. Es war drei Uhr morgens als sie das Deckenlicht löschte und ein ,,Hey ich arbeite hier" hörte als die Ermittlerin nur noch von der Tischlampe beleuchtet wurde, sie musste nicht hinschauen, um das Ritalin zu sehen, sie beide wussten das sich Pia immer in die Arbeit hineinsteigerte. ,,Ich weiß, du arbeitest seit beinahe 48 Stunden Pia. Gib deinem Körper einen Moment ruhe, sonst kippst du heute irgendwann noch um" sie ihrer liebsten sagte und in das Wohnzimmer ging, um ihre Freundin zu umarmen. Pia war kühl, zerzauste haare leere Kaffeetassen und Augen die mehr zu waren als offen, der Moment der Wut jedoch verstrich als Pias Hand sich auf ihre legte und sie die Fürsorge doch zu schätzen wusste. Es war mehr als einmal vorgekommen das die Ermittlerin mitten im Büro eingepennt war oder beinahe nen Unfall gebaut hatte beim Autofahren, weil ihr die Augen zugefallen waren. Nicken erhob sich Pia und ihre Hand hielt die ihrer Partnerin ,,48 Stunden und doch nicht mein Rekord" sie zwinkerte und dennoch schneller als normalerweise in Richtung des Bettes verschwand, sich fester als üblich an sie heran kuschelte und der Gute Nacht Kuss länger war als gewöhnlich. Sie war ihr dankbar, dass sie so auf sie achtete, dass sie sich so aufeinander verlassen konnten, dass sie einander hatten.

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Esther

Von allen war sie die am meisten noch irgendwie Kontrolle über ihr leben hatte. Zumindest irgendwie einen Schlafrhythmus hatte, auch wenn es nur geringfügig besser war als der ihrer Kollegen, doch lösen tat es die Probleme nicht. Vor allem nicht, wenn Esther sich die Arbeit ihrer Kollegen vornahmen, um schneller voranzukommen. Ein Irrtum. Es mochte zwar sein das sie gut und schnell Arbeiten konnte doch spätestens als der Mond aufging und selbst ihre Partnerin fand, dass es Zeit war, für schlaf schien Esther erst richtig anfangen zu wollen. Ein Anfang der zwar gut begann, Recherche und Berichte alle eingetragen und notiert, schlüsse gezogen doch je später es wurde, desto unordentlicher wurde alles. Eine Unordnung die in einem frustrierten fluchen endete als ihr der Kaffee erneut ausgegangen war ,,Esther? Bist du immer noch wach, ich dachte, du würdest bereits bei mir sein" sie die stimme der jüngeren hörte als die Pyjamaträgerin in die Küche kam. Am liebsten hätte die schwarzhaarige erneut geflucht das sie ihre liebe aufgeweckt hatte, ,,Tschuldige ich-ich wollte das noch fertig machen...es ist wohl besser es morgen weiterzumachen" sie frustriert zugab und unzufrieden auf den Tisch blickte auf dem mehr Chaos als Ordnung herrschte. Es war mal wieder zu viel geworden, sich übers Gesicht fahren spürte sie den plötzlichen sanften Kuss als ihre Liebe zu ihr gekommen war, die Hand nahm und Esther aus diesem Chaos hinauszog. Zurück in ihre Arme, in das Bett, in die Ordnung der Ruhe.

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@papierchen , @dumbledamn205 , @shadowyshell , @hurensohnpaula

ps : Ich habe leider kein gif von dem gesamten Team gefunden, wir tuen so als wäre Pia mit drauf gewesen.

[keithtopia]

I don’t wanna fight, lemme cum inside you~

Various characters x Fem!reader

Warnings: Piv, no plot, smut, cream pie, dumbification, not proof read

Inspired by the one line in “Mañana” by Tainy, Young Miko, & The Marías

You had no idea that the tiny fight you had would escalate into a bigger fight, and ultimately end up with you getting pinned down into the mattress — face down, ass up, and hands behind your back.

You can’t even remember what the fight was about— not when you’re getting your back blown out so good you can’t even think straight. You can barely disypher the words your boyfriend is panting as he drills into you.

“Oh, baby, you know I hate it when we fight.” He grunts — never letting up his relentless pace. You let out warbled moans in response. Drool now coming out of the corner of your mouth by how fucked out you are.

“You know I hate fighting with you, right? Lemme cum inside you to show you how sorry I am.” You hear him grunt over the pap, pap, pap of his balls smacking against you with each thrust. You can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. You just moan even louder and you feel your pussy start to get even wetter than it already was.

He chuckles at your reaction, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” A few more hard thrusts and you can feel his heavy load fill you all the way up until there was no more room and it begins to leak out. Although he’s already cumming, he’s still slowly grinding into you. It’s not much but it’s just enough to finally get you to cream around him.

“There she is.” You’re struggling to catch your breath after such an intense orgasam. Pulling out, he carefully flips you over — cum leaking out of messy pussy and all over the sheets. He then agonizingly slow lines himself and pushes in letting out a nasty squelch.

“Don’t get too comfortable babe… I’m not done apologizing yet.”

Licht, Leon, Silvio, Nokto, Keith, Rio, your Ikémen fave <3

Daichi, Bokuto, Matsukawa, Osamu, Atsumu, Semi, Kenshin, Akaashi, Kita, your HQ fave <3

Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, your JJK fave <3

[funky-sea-cryptid]

Do you have any LGBTQ+ black clover headcanons? Talk about them!

I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ANON, ACTUALLY- HIIII!!!

black bulls-

asta- pansexual trans man. asta is trans this is based as hell and also he likes everyone lol <3

noelle - bisexual (she's a disaster bi ok. she knew she liked men, but kahono was her bi awakening!)

charmy - demigirl, identifies as queer (her gender is Hongry)

nero - her concept of gender and sexuality is 500 years old. she's aromantic and her gender is bird

luck - his sexuality is magna

magna - bi get it bc he s. he sw. he swings both w. also he's a trans man

gauche - aroace trans man. there's no way that man is cis im sorry

finral - bigender trans-fem lesbian (he has a trans narrative and i can fucking PROVE IT!!!! this is the lesbian finral account!!!) he's a stupid gay bird <3

grey - aroace and genderfluid (no shapeshifters are cis thems the rules) (grey and gauche are in a qpr god bless them)

vanessa - trans woman and a lesbian as well because she's TOO SWAG TO BE CIS

zora - what are you, a cop? all you'll get is queer out of him (but he's trans as well)

gordon - aromantic gay and genderqueer (he's in a qpr with henry)

henry - aroace (he's in a qpr with gordon)

yami - bisexual king

nacht - a gay ass rat (he's a trans man)

liebe - devils don't have a gender lol

golden dawn-

william - he's gay for the elf bro nuff said

yuno - astasexual (he's demiromantic and gay)

mimosa - oh that's a LESBIANNNN bro

klaus - aroace mother hen

david - bisexual icon

letoille - she's a trans woman and het

alecdora - unfortunately he's rolling with the lgbt (vangeancesexual)

hamon - he's got that pan swagger

shiren - aroace free him from this hell

bonus eotms-

patri - elves dont have a concept of gender or sexuality but he likes william

rhya - see above (but he likes licht and tetia)

fana - you know the fucking drill but she likes girls

vetto - he's an elf and he's married to another elf (platonically)

rades - bi disaster

sally - pansexual mess

valtos - stupid bi hoe

other -

fuegoleon - he's gay and bigender lol

mereoleona - aro lesbian

leopold - he's a fruit

kahono - lesbian

kiato - gay as hell

morgen - aroace icon

ichika - LESBIAN

ciel - bisexual queen

kirsch - FRUIT

all of the ryuzen are some flavor of queer. ryu and yosuga are kissing lmao

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 14 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 3329

Warnings: none

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

"Be quiet!", whispered Yves, "We'll get an earful if we're noticed"

"Oh come on", laughed Leon, "We're hardly children. Sariel can't say anything to us. And I doubt his majesty cares"

He winked at Emma as he climbed atop the bannister and slid all the way down to the ground floor. Emma laughed as the lion prince took a graceful bow.

Yves blew his fringe away from his face. "And I'd appreciate it if you weren't this familiar with my girlfriend", he murmured.

Emma slowed down her pace and leaned in to give him a small peck on the cheek. Yves' face turned red like a radish. He turned his head away, his honey-blonde hair falling over his blushed cheeks and nose, keeping them out of sight. But his shy smile was evident.

Licht greeted the two of them at the entrance. He was standing straight, hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked around for guards and signalled the rest to follow, treating their childish dalliance as an important military mission. Jin was with him, body sprayed on the stairs as he enjoyed a glass of whiskey and smiled at the silly seriousness of his younger brother.

The five of them made their way to town. It was no accident that the guards left them alone, as attempting to stop them would be going against their orders. However, they all treated the lack of resistance as proof of their successful endeavour. They reached a small tavern, tucked in an alley near the central square. Jin and Leon favoured that place and always took any opportunity to steal some time in there. For Yves and Licht it was a first. Yves would not be there at all if Jin had not convinced Licht to follow them on that day, claiming there was suspicious movement in the area; a lie, of course.

They bathed in the golden candlelight of the tavern the moment they opened its door, a far contrast to the blue hue of the night that reigned in the town. A sweet tune on the lute filled their ears. The atmosphere was warmer than usual, that much was clear. The place was much more crowded, even though it was later at night than when the princes used to frequent. People sat on their tables all around, their backs turned to the door, drinks in hand as they looked at the far back of the room. Their gazes were focused on a slim young man with untamable curly hair. He was the one playing the lute, his dexterous fingers plucking the strings with grace and elegance as he sang his song as if he were telling a story. The people were drawn as much from his voice as from his smile. He played a few chords, setting an end to the ballad.

He laughed as he called, "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you remember the words!"

He smiled sneakily at his audience as he climbed up on a small stage behind him, where a small band of local musicians sat. He began playing again, his tempo shifting to a much faster one. He started singing loudly, pouring all his passion into the words as the band joined alongside him.

"And a princess gone and two brothers left from a kingdom's rotten view

though she was first and valiant, a black sword ran her through",

he climbed on the nearest table,

"And though they never could amount to her talent and her wit

they still looked up and loved her cause she'd do the same for him.

Oh the Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

a guardian of the weak.

The Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

the one whose crown we'll free"

His green eyes sparkled as he took in the applause that followed his song. He gave a graceful bow, executed to perfection and better than any actor's ever dreamed.

"Thank you, thank you!", he cried, hand elegantly waving in the air His eyes had already spotted the small company of royals, even though they were doing a decent job of being inconspicuous. He approached their table after they sat (and he had gathered a fair amount of coins from the crowd around him). "Greetings new friends", he said. His foot on the bench, he placed his elbow on his knee to lean in towards them. "You don't seem to belong here", he whispered. His eyes darted towards Yves for a moment. He was still smiling charmingly. His voice was anything but threatening, but Yves still took offence, talking over Leon's awkward laugh.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean like that?", he said, "What did we even do? You're the one who's new he-"

"Your gold pendant, your highness", the young man said calmly. He remained calm in front of Yves' exaggerated tantrum, never raising his voice.

At the sight of his own pendant, peaking under his shirt, Yves was thrown into a frantic effort to hide it back again. His hands covered his face, shielding it from the man's gaze. "Thank you", he spat, almost as if he was made to do so.

"You are most welcome", the young man said.

"How do you know of our heritage?", Leon frowned, "You don't seem from around here. We might as well have been rhodolitian nobility who were able to afford a trinket like that"

"Trinket?", the word caused Yves to show his face once more. Leon smiled at him.

"I grew up serving in a palace", the man said, "You hear all sorts of things in the halls, and see all sorts of things". He backed away and brought his hand to his heart as he took a bow. "My name is Jonathan Lively", he said, "Your loyal bard".

"I loved your song Jonathan!", Emma cheered.

"Ah a compliment by the most beautiful of ladies", the bard placed a hand on his hand, "i play to live up to your kind words"

"That's a northern accent", Jin commented, "Where are you from?"

"Oh, all sorts of places honestly", Jonathan responded, " My mother is from Jade, my father considers himself to be one with the Wolf tribe of the north but I grew up in Benitoite"

"Oh so that's how you know so much about Rhodolite", Emma smiled.

"I suppose you could say flower", Jonathan sweetly smiled back. He scratched his nape with his hand. "I don't really consider myself Benitonian though. I don't agree with their work-first lifestyle", he laughed.

The waiter brought the drinks the company ordered to their table and added a beer for the musician, on the house of course.

"So who's the princess?", Licht asked after a strong sip of his drink, "Who's the story about?"

Jonathan focused his eyes on his drink. "Someone I've heard tales about my whole life", he said.

"Hey Jonathan!", one of the villagers cried, "Sing us another song will 'ya?"

Jonathan giggled over his beer. He raised his head proudly. "Well I must go", he said. He gulped down his beer and shook his head to shake off the dizziness that followed. He fixed his tattered jacket. "A bard's duty never ends", he said. He grabbed his lute and climbed upon the stage once more. "Do you want another one?", he asked to which the crow responded a strong "yes". "I have a new one I wrote myself quite recently", he said and passed the lute's belt over his shoulder.

Sweet music filled the room once again. "He's funny", said Emma.

"Not in a good way", puffed Yves.

Leon laughed. "I like him".

Jonathan reached the refrain of his song.

His eyes darted towards the small group and he smiled.

"A love that is strong, a love that is true, battles all storms and always wins too.

Someone could love with a heart made of wool

but nothing can thrive when the heart is not full.

A frozen heart and a heart of stone

will either break or they'll change their tone"

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You felt an arm wrap around you as you were surrounded once again by warmth. Chevalier, eyes still closed, buried his head in your shoulder as he held you tight in his sleep. You took his hand in yours and brushed your thumb over his knuckles. A smile crept upon your face. The past two weeks had been a dream. The war had been officially over. Gilbert was moved to a much more secure fortress in Rhodolite until the nations affected by the war he started decided what to do with him. Peace was restored between the four nations and the princes were working towards restoring the lost resources and caring for the wounded of their country. Yet each and every one of these undeniably happy facts paled in front of waking up next to the person you loved. The person for whom you had longed for for almost half a year.

You turned around and wrapped your hands around his muscular body. You buried your face into his chest, the buttons of his half-opened blouse tickling your cheeks. The smell of soap and roses conquered your senses. Chevalier caressed your head, his fingers entangling with your beautiful locks. His breathing was calm. Relaxed. He leapt between sense and dream. His golden hair was messy. his cheeks rosey from sleep. You could not help but cup one of them. All tension evaporated from him as you did.

You gazed to your left. The handle of the small dagger peaked from underneath his pillow. His sword lay a few feet away. It was curious how Gilbert had kept everyone away with fear or false promises, while Chevalier accepted their wrath and retaliated only should they act upon it. They were both hated, but one forced love and obedience while the other withdrew and accepted the feeling as a natural response to his actions.

You clenched your fists. Why? Why were they willing to go this far? All Chevalier did was look to a brighter future. He had hardened his heart, sacrificed love for years in order to make himself able to stomach the hard decisions are left to the crown. He was, in all aspects, a leader. He cared even for those who hated him as long as they did not hinder the course of his actions. It was a hard path he had chosen, but it was a path bound by duty. One which you yourself had taken, in your own way.

Chevalier placed his hand over yours as it held his cheek. You startled. You returned your gaze to his face. His eyes were still closed. He guided your hand to his lips and kissed your palm. "You're overthinking again", he murmured.

"I'm not"

He opened his frozen blue eyes. There was no ice left in them. He cupped your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yes, you are", he said, "I am in favour of thinking, but you focus on the wrong things". His eyes turned to the dagger. You followed them. He must had noticed the sorrow in your gaze cause he held you closer and placed a kiss on the crown of your hair. You sighed in his arms. Soon, he had gone back to sleep.

You tried to wiggle out of his arms. It was no use. You turned back to him. There was a slight smile on his lips, one you had learned to notice after spending so much time with him.

"I have work to do you know", you said.

"Ten more minutes", his arms were unwilling to let go of you.

"Chevalier", you said but somehow your lips were unable to say no. You relaxed. "Alright", you sighed.

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When Emma, Yves and Licht went outside to have their morning tea someone was already sitting in their regular settee. The princess of Istidor was dressed in a beautiful light blue off-shoulder gown with a book splayed open on her thighs and a cup of sweet tea on her lips. She greeted them with a lovely smile as they came close.

"Your Highness!", Emma cheered, "It's lovely to see you again!"

"It always is", said Yves and placed one of his signature cakes in the middle of the table. Licht sliced it and offered the first piece to her. She politely nodded and pointed towards the space in front of her. "Thank you", she said as Licht left the plate in front of her.

"So how come you're out here?", Licht asked.

"I'm-"

"There you are!", a man's voice called from behind.

The princes were startled by the sudden arrival. Licht's hand fell on his sword, ready to draw. As they turned to face their visitor however their eyes frowned in a completely different way, shifting from distrust to confusion in a matter of seconds. Jonathan was walking towards the settee, a joyous smile on his face. The former dishevelled appearance of his clothes was no more, for they were replaced by a long aubergine coat with golden embroidery on the collar. A long sword peaked from underneath, and so did a buttoned-down vest and a gold pocket watch. He passed his hand over his short brown curls.

"Long time no see", he said. He turned his gaze to Emma and the princes. "We meet again", he told them, "It seems my life is destined to be filled with beauty".

Both Emma and Yves turned red for entirely different reasons. An out of breath Sariel arrived shortly.

"Your Highness, please", he called, "Your presence here was not officialized, the guards were not informed"

"That's alright", Jonathan smiled at him, "I know how to get around unnoticed"

"Clearly", y/n said over her cup.

"I'm sorry", said Yves, "Do you know this man?"

"Your Highness", said Sariel, "Allow me". He pointed his hand towards Jonathan. "This is his Highness Prince Jonathan of Istidor", he said, "Duke of Premin and third in line to the throne"

"But that would mean he's-"

"My idiot brother", y/n smiled as she returned her cup to its saucer. She laid her elbow on the back of her seat as she crossed her legs. "What are you doing here?"

Jonathan laughed as he pulled back his long coat to sit on the nearest chair. "I'm here to see my big sister!", he said.

"Come on, spit it out", y/n's tone was scolding, yet her smile was still there.

"Fine...I need some help", Jonathan sighed, "I think I got myself into something that is more than I can handle.

Y/n let out a deep breath. "Is this about your pest problem in Premin?", she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"I'm afraid so", he said, "I have a plan to be rid of them once and for all but I'm afraid a specific individual might interfere"

Another deep exhale. "Is this about Alex again?", said y/n.

"Fraid so", said Jonathan, "All I need is to keep him preoccupied really. But please don't kill him. I'm rather fond of him"

Y/n stood, hands flattening out the creases of her dress. "Fine", she spat, "But you owe me a big one this time"

"I am aware", Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck.

Y/n passed him by. She spoke to Sariel as Jonathan poured himself a cup of tea. She stopped midway to the road inside. "You're not coming?", she cried back to him.

"Oh I am!", Jonathan raised his cup, "Just thought I'd try the tea here, you know how much I love tea!"

Y/n shook her head at her brother's eccentric habits. Another figure soon joined her side; Chevalier. He smiled at her, and so did she. All four of the people who knew him were left astounded by the sight. Y/n gave him a kiss and proceeded to speak to him, her hands holding his. He listened attentively before he gave her a kiss on the cheek and one on the forehead and bid her farewell. He came to join the group on the couch as his love disappeared back inside the castle, followed by his minister. He passed by Jonathan. There was a difference in the man's smile this time. Without having the means to compare, Chevalier sat himself opposite to him and waited.

"So. You are the one they call the brutal beast", said Jonathan, "You don't seem that scary to me"

"Give it time", Chevalier blew on his own cup of tea.

"Hm", the other prince extended his threatening smile, "You're funny are you?"

Chevalier did not respond. The other prince frowned for the first time since he had stepped in Rhodolite. He let his cup down and leaned towards Chevalier.

"I've heard the rumours about you", he said, "And I don't like them"

Chevalier remained silent. Jonathan scoffed.

"Let me make one thing clear: My sister has been through hell. She has taken care of me and my brother her whole life and has only ever been rewarded with war and mistreatment. I'm impressed and thankful that you managed to effectively diminish the obsidianite threat. But my sister is free now. She can be happy. So don't you dare hurt her. Or I will kill you myself. I am against violence, but this I will do. I don't care who you are. Even if you're the king here, Istidor is an empire almost as powerful as Obsidian itself, but with much greater connections. If you hurt her, I will kill you, and it won't matter whether I do it in secret or not"

"Perhaps you can", said Chevalier, "If I do ever hurt her perhaps I'll let you". Chevalier's eyes fixed on the other prince's, his brilliant blue meeting the emerald green. "But I'd say it's quite hypocritical when the one she's suffered the most from was the man you had let her get engaged to"

Jonathan caught his breath. "I never liked Gilbert", he stood, "But if I knew one thing about him was that he loved her. I knew that when it came to a choice between her and his kingdom he would choose her every time. But you? You would never make such a choice."

"Even if I did", Chevalier responded calmly, "Do you really think she would let me?"

Jonathan clenched his fists for a while before letting his hands relax at his sides. He chuckled to himself. "Maybe you're right", he snuffed his smile away once more, "Maybe you do love her enough. If you prove this to me, that she is happy here with you then I will back you up to the end"

"What are you talking about?", asked Licht.

"Y/n is far from ordinary", Jonathan refused to look away from the rhodolitian king, "One could say she is another brilliant mind in this continent, one that was left unrecognised by no other reason than her gender". Jonathan turned to the group. "Why else do you think two monsters like them would fight over her?", he said, "There is a reason she was engaged to Gilbert and it's not merely what you think. They could had given me away to another kingdom and conquered Obsidian altogether. But they didn't. She is second in line. The heir. I'm just the spare". Jonathan turned back to Chevalier. "What do you think you can offer Istidor?", he told him, "A kingdom the size of our capital or a few more pennies to add to the vastness of our gold mines?". The prince moved closer to the Brutal Beast, something few people dared to do and even fewer were left alive afterwards. "You may be a cold-hearted beast but she is not. Our family is not. My father is closer to the throne than ever. Obsidian is no longer a threat. He will put family above everyone and everything else. Whether that includes you it's up to be seen".

And with that, Jonathan walked away, hands behind his back. A regal air surrounded him, one made of shadows unseen before, hidden by the brightness of his smile. But with his smile gone, another self was revealed. A calculative and calm mind, a loyal son and a a dutiful brother.

He was a shadow himself. He had called himself "the spare", but he showed no wish to become "the heir". The shadows were his element, and he reigned most brilliantly in them.

He had promised to kill Chevalier. And there was no doubt in anyone's mind, though many had tried before, this man could do it.

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[ask-ikepriemma]

okay, i guess its my time to shine? 👀✨

lets just say...we'll be...reversing genders like turning y'all into their opposite sex.

so...emma, you are now gonna become a man...while the suitors (now suitresses)...became a woman 😏

so...you have two choices, would you rather...be the one on the lead and control a.k.a being dominant to ALL or SOME suitresses or...be the one dominated (submissive) by THEM....like do it like a good boy you are hm~?

and there's gonna be pegging involved, so ill be silently praying you for your luck 🥹🙏🏼.

especially towards female! chevalier, clavis, silvio, gilbert (THE ICONIC TOP 4), maybe even sariel 👀✨ WHICH THE 5 WOULD LOOK ATTRACTIVE AS WOMEN (BECAUSE WOMEN)-

another choice is that...you'll be the one switching the roles between dom and sub depending on the suitress you're with (since you're a man in this)

treating fem! rio like a good dog she is, you gently dominating !fem keith, yves, and licht, even fem! jin which i headcanon her being a masochist (she loves being slapped by you, jin's route mini spoiler ⚠️)

you would kept switching the dom/sub roles between fem! leon, nokto, and luke 👀 and i imagine y'all would take turns depending on the mood you guys are in 😉

so in conclusion, for me (imo) you're dominant towards valeria/ria (rio), keira (keith), yvette (yves), lena (licht), jean (jin). submissive towards chantelle (chevalier), claire (clavis), silvia (silvio), galinda (gilbert), surina (sariel). switching towards leah (leon), nova (nokto), lucia (luke). and as for the new other 3, you'll find it out yourself 🤭.

as for your male name, ill name you either emmett or emmanuel (you choose 🥲)

also i gave the suitors their female names because why not? again they would look so hot as a female 🤩✋🏼

anyways, um i wanna hear your opinion to it. please take your time answering this 💟

- 🐷

Me becoming MALE? WOAH 😳

My boys would be so pretty as girls too 🥹

Mmmh, I guess I would prefer being the one dominated, mainly because I wouldn't know what to do with my male body, ahah… although I would love to try fucking them with my cock, it must feel different feeling compared to my lovely strap, I can actually feel them gripping around me. Wooooagahagh~ ( 灬♥ 3 ♥灬)

Getting pegged myself though? I wonder how that would feel? Does it hurt just as much in a male body? Because it does hurt for me in my lady body… So many questions @_@

I guess my role in bed depends on who I make love to (or who makes love to me); that’s part of the fun, I would love to see what they would do to me as a woman. Aaaaaa

I love your conclusions, I think they are spot on! I also like the name Emmanual >w<

[annsaotomo]

Finally I drew my two favorite girls together O(>w<)O! I just love them *w*

[pocket-luv101]

First Impressions // Chapter 7

Fandom: Servamp Ship: LawLicht (main), KuroMahi (side), Tetsono (side), Jekuni (side) Characters: Hyde, Licht, Kuro, Mahiru

Summary: After Licht meets the wealthy bachelor, Hyde, she was certain that she could never be friends with him. Their paths continue to cross and she slowly comes to know him. Licht wonders if she judged him too quickly. (LawLicht, Pride and Prejudice AU, Fem Licht)

Ch.1 // Ch.2 // Ch.3 // Ch.4 // Ch.5 // Ch.6 // (Ch.7) //

“Which one would be better for my new song?” Licht asked her sisters and she played two different chords for them to compare. While they were shopping, she saw an upright piano on display and she decided to quickly practise. She inevitably lost track of time while she played the piano and, when she looked up, most of her sisters were gone. Misono sat on a stool next to the piano and she clapped.

“I’m not an expert on music like you and Mikuni but I really like the second cord progression.” Misono stood from the stool so she could sit on the piano bench with Licht. “Mahiru tried to pull you away from the piano so we can finish buying everything we need. I told her I can stay behind to watch over you and forcibly pull you away from the piano when the time comes. I don’t know how she expected me to do that considering my body is so much weaker.”

“You’re intelligent so Mahiru must’ve trusted you to find an unconventional way. What time is it? If it’s four o’clock, we should start heading to the carriage before our sisters worry. I don’t know who would fret more: Mahiru or Mikuni.” Licht joked but then she noticed the conflicted expression Misono had. She didn’t know what could’ve caused the expression. “Did you want to go shopping?”

“No!” Between Misono’s hasty answer and how her voice wavered, Licht knew that she was lying. They were rarely able to go into the city for shopping. Licht felt guilty that she made Misono waste the trip watching over her. She didn’t find clothes or appearance important but she cared for anything important to her sisters.

“You must be more honest with your feelings, Misono. You’re an angel. If you want to buy a pretty dress to dance with Tetsu, I shall help you find something fit for an angel.” Licht jumped to her feet and she took Misono’s wrist. She didn’t wait for her sister’s response and she tugged her out of the music shop. “We only have an hour until we need to return home. Let’s browse through the shops.

“I will be fine with a dress I already have. I have no plans of catching the eye of a noble or marriage so I don’t need anything fancy.” Misono insisted. Since she helped Mikuni run their family business, she knew how precarious their financial situation was. She couldn’t help but mutter: “Though, Tetsu says I look nice in violet.”

“We don’t need to buy a fancy dress since angels glow no matter what they wear. But we can buy a few purple ribbons to adorn the white dress Mikuni bought for you last year.” Licht said and Misono had to wonder if her sister was able to read her mind to know her worry. She followed her to the fabric store across the street.

They browsed through the different ribbons on display and discussed the upcoming ball at Hanafield. Licht found herself looking forward to the event much more than she could admit. She picked up a gold veil and thought how it would match Hyde’s hair. As soon as she had the thought, she pushed it away and dropped the cloth back into the pile.

Licht forced herself to focus on something aside from his devilish smile. “The ball shall be a good change of pace after everything. Mikuni can relax for the night and enjoy music. The night would only be better if you can dance with Tetsu because you chose to wear purple for him. He isn’t in the Servamp’s employment so he won’t be there at the party. I would’ve dedicated a song to your dance.”

“Why must you and Mikuni tease me about Tetsu when I see him as a friend? At least Mahiru is respectful enough to not do so but I can see that she wants to.” Misono pouted. The blush she wore betrayed her and revealed that she had feelings for the tall man.

“You should be more honest with what you want, reach out and take it. Tetsu will be a fool to reject an angel like you so you only need to confess to him. Of course, I shall kick him the moment he hurts you or breaks your heart.” She vowed. Misono had to roll her eyes at her sister’s declaration. She understood that Licht had a good heart but her personality could be overwhelming at times.

“He is our employee so it would be improper for me to confess to him. I don’t want him to feel obligated to continue working for us because he wants to court me.” Misono let out a heavy sigh. “It would be better for our family to marry someone who can help our situation. Though, it’s impossible for me to catch someone’s eye like that.”

“No, Misono, you must marry someone you love. Neither I nor Mahiru will allow you to sacrifice your heart like that. In fact, I dare to say that Mikuni would murder any man who would force you into a loveless marriage. You’re beautiful, Misono, and you must have more confidence in yourself. Let’s pick out a ribbon for your hair.”

Licht picked up a ribbon but she was confused when it didn’t budge from the display shelf. Her brows narrowed when she saw that a man was holding onto the other end of the ribbon. At first, she assumed that he only wanted the ribbon but then she recognized him. The man was the soldier who picked up Sakura’s napkin.

Hyde’s warning about Sasuke echoed in her mind and she dropped the ribbon. She subtly moved closer to Misono and shielded her from the man’s eyes. While she didn’t trust Hyde, the way he reacted couldn’t be due to a simple disagreement between them. “Misono, we should go browse through the ribbons on display over there. The colour white also suits you.”

“Wait, I want to talk to you.” He moved in front of them and stood in their path. Licht scowled at him in a silent warning to let them pass. Sasuke didn’t appear to understand because he went on to say, “I saw you speak with Lawless after we met earlier. I was worried he would give you and your family the wrong impression of me. He has come to hate me.”

“If you mean Hyde of the Servamps, we aren’t close friends for his opinion to colour my first impression of you much. It was your own behaviour where you were unable to ride a horse properly in the crowd that made me wary of you.” Licht’s voice was low and cold.

“And I wish to apologize for that as well. I would’ve apologized during our first meeting but Lawless interrupted me and then you left before we could speak.” He said. Then he held up the purple ribbon as a peace offering. “I will purchase this ribbon for your sister. It truly suits her. Though, she looks beautiful already.”

“Can I have a ribbon too?” Sakura’s appearance took Licht by surprise. She took the ribbon from his hand and she held it against her hair. “Do I look beautiful? My name is Sakura and I am their sister.”

“Why, yes. Your sisters are all beautiful and they deserve pretty ribbons. I will buy all of them one in exchange for a moment of your time to talk. I really want to correct any misunderstanding you may have about me.” He said and he took down another purple ribbon for Misono.

“We can talk but my sisters will be the one to choose their own ribbon. They know what suits them best.” Licht told him. She subtly gestured for Misono to browse the shop with Sakura while she spoke with Sasuke. She was still uncertain whether she should trust Hyde and his opinion on Sasuke, she felt protective of her sister. She decided to be wary of him for now.

Licht asked: “How did you know, Hyde?”

“Lawless of Greed?” Sasuke’s voice became bitter. “I’ve known him all my life. My father managed the estate for his family but we were raised as brothers. You can see from our earlier encounter that he does not see me as a brother anymore. Perhaps, it was only I who believed us to be family from the beginning. I didn’t even know that he moved to Hanafield. How long has he lived here?”

“A few weeks. We’re neighbours but we have only met on a few occasions.” Licht wasn’t able to give him a detailed impression she had of Hyde. Her thoughts during their first meeting were so different from now and she didn’t know which was true. He was a demon with a surprisingly warm heart. “I don’t know him well but he is the talk of the town.”

“I can only imagine what they would say once they know the truth of that man.” Sasuke clicked his tongue. “His father was a wonderful man and it’s a shame his son became such a jealous person. I saw the previous Count of Servamp as a father and the feeling was mutual. He allowed me to stay in his home and provided for me. My dream was to become part of the church and the Count wrote in his will that I will be given an allowance to go to school. Lawless was the one who didn’t approve.”

“I can call Hyde many things - from careless to loud - but he isn’t completely heartless. He cares for his family. I have seen it. He would support your goal as he would with Doubt Doubt’s choice to live in our small village.” Licht found herself defending Hyde. The conviction in her words surprised herself.

“Lawless loves his family but that is the only virtue he holds. He never considered me as a part of his family due to my lower status and lack of wealth. He is both prideful and envious.” Sasuke told her and his hands tightened into fists. From the way his hands shook, she could see that he was barely restraining his anger. “The only reason I have not pulled his name through the mud for disrespecting his father’s will is because I truly love the Count and his family.”

“That doesn’t sound like Hyde though.” She said and her brows drew together in confusion.

“You may believe me or not as long as you know to be wary of Lawless’s dislike of me. It stems from nothing but resentment.” Sasuke warned her. “I will talk to the clerk to purchase those ribbons for your sisters. Please think of my words.”

“Licht, can you do me a favour?” Mahiru asked Licht. She came into the room covered in flour and it was clear that she had been cooking frantically. Since they didn’t have a dedicated household staff, the sisters helped with the work. “Mikuni has been busy and I thought I should make her favourite stollen. However, we’re out of candied fruits. Can you go pick some berries for me? Tomorrow, I will make melon treats and then Misono’s favourite.”

“Alright. I’m almost finished with the table arrangement and I was about to take the horses out for exercise. I can pick berries while I’m out.” Licht agreed. She took out a napkin from her pocket and handed it to Mahiru. The family was busy preparing for Haruto’s arrival in a few days and Mahiru knew that it was stressful. She thought making their favourite food would help.

After Licht finished placing candles in the candelabra, she walked to the stables. She loved playing the piano and the only thing that could compare was the freedom she felt when she rode. Pegasus totted forward when it saw her because the horse knew that her arrival meant she would take it outside. She opened the lock and it obediently stood still for her to place a saddle on it.

She didn’t immediately climb onto Pegasus after she secured the saddle on its back. Licht released a few horses from their stables and they followed her outside the stable. The horses were well trained and she trusted that they wouldn’t wander away from the herd. She mounted Pegasus and led them to the countryside where she could pick berries.

While she would prefer to enjoy the outing, she knew that she had to return as soon as she could. She needed to help Mahiru and the others with the preparation. Licht was far from talented with traditional tasks like cooking and event planning and she enjoyed them even less. However, she would do her best to support her sisters with their work.

Licht reached the lake and she dismounted from Pegasus. She tied their reins to the bushes and then she picked berries as the horses drank from the lake. She filled her bag with berries but there was barely enough to make a fruit cake. Licht glanced around the area for another bush with berries. Her gaze would occasionally stray to Hanafield and think of Hyde. She could hear voices in the distance and she wondered if the family was busy preparing for a party the same as hers.

The sound of angry voices startled the horses and she jumped to calm Pegasus before it could run away. She stroked its muzzle but her attention wasn’t on the horse. Across the river, Hyde and Hugh stormed out of the flower garden. Neither of them appeared to notice her as they argued with each other. She was surprised to see them fighting because they were close when she stayed in their manor.

“Don’t you dare lecture me about reputation and public image, Hugh. If you were there and saw that asshole, you would’ve done the exact same thing as me! I should’ve done much worse. It’s clear that he hadn’t changed because he was trying to trick Licht and her sisters.” Hyde yelled yet Hugh wasn’t swayed by his words. “I’m not going to apologize.”

“I already knew someone as stubborn as you won’t apologize. My only hope was to convince you to not start further fights, Hyde. You have a lot more to lose so you must be a bigger person.” Hugh spoke in a stern voice and it was clear that he was the older brother despite his short height.

“That man…” Hyde’s words trailed off when he turned around and he saw Licht across the river. Their gaze met and he bit his tongue against the angry words he had for Sasuke. His anger quickly faded to embarrassment and he questioned why he was always making a terrible impression on Licht. He turned away from Hugh and said to him over his shoulder: “I will continue this argument when we get home.”

“Hyde!” He called after him but he continued forward. Hugh watched him leave with a sigh and he turned away to return to Hanafield.

Hyde crossed the river with the fallen tree and he walked to where Licht was picking berries. He sat in the dirt and Pegasus nudged him a few times. Most nobles she met would be repelled but Hyde only chuckled and patted Pegasus’s neck. “Hello, Pegasus. It’s nice to meet you again but I came to greet an angel. What brought you to the edge of Hanafield, Angel Cakes?”

“I’m picking berries for my sister.” She opened her bag to show him.

“I know a place with cherries and strawberries. It’s down the river. I’ll pick berries with you as well.” Hyde offered. He stood and he held out his hand to help her to his feet. Licht hesitated to take his hand after her conversation with Sasuke and hearing him argue with his brother. She assumed he was kind after he treated Mahiru and Misono well but she could be wrong.

Hyde sensed her hesitation and he dropped his hand. “I understand if you don’t want to go with a man. The bushes are a few miles south of the river.”

“We can collect berries together.” Licht stopped him from leaving. She rose to her feet and took Pegasus’s reins. “I also came here so the horses can graze and exercise. They can get restless and they will bite your hand after any sudden movements.”

“Is that a threat or a warning?” Hyde laughed. “Though, Pegasus has warmed up to me a lot since our first meeting. I hope you feel the same.”

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝗁, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆. }

viktor licht is a creepy perv who’d hack your computer to look through your camera on some weirdo shit, like how they be talking bout the fbi person watching you through the phone, yea that’s him.

he hacks all your devices but he loves having access to your computer because it gives him a wide range of visibility to you. and it’s nothing like when you masturbate on your phone, your legs going over the arms of your chair giving him the perfectly full view of your beautiful pussy.

the dark brown outside and strawberry pink inside taking over his thoughts as a drop of your cream was dragged up to your clit with your choice of the night: fingers, vibrator, or a dildo, ogling you and the split screen of the porn you were watching but mostly you as you stimulate yourself.

hearing the wet ‘schlick-ing’ sounds coming from the heaven between your thighs, he pulls out his brown pussy pocket having it on deck, he began fucking into it at the same pace as you, edging himself to keep from cumming prematurely.

he watched your white cream decorate the chair, slick messy between your thighs, he came right after you, as you force your shaking legs to keep open. more of your cream pooling into the chair, a low moan withdrawing from your two tone lips, your mouth in an open pout as your whole body trembled as if you’re in a room of ice.

his cum filled the false pussy, groaning as he pulled out his still throbbing dick leaving a spurt of the watery fluid on the clit of the toy, imagining it was you he bit his lip as a stream of his cum expels from his tip.

・❥・

he comes out of his room the next morning entering the working space to find you sitting with everyone, talking and laughing lightly. his eyes never parting from your frame, reminiscing the events of last night trying not to get hard again as he greets everyone, watching you smile at him and nod in acknowledgment before going back to your conversation.

he watches you talk animatedly with your hands daydreaming about what they could do to him. he goes to sit down feeling his dick pulse, far from you but enough to have a clear uninterrupted view, watching subtly his fist resting underneath his chin, as he wondered what you were gonna do with your pretty pussy tonight.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[riveranova]

(A/N): Because CHRONOS might take a little longer I come bearing this gift as an apology, hehe. Some go' ol' Licht smut!

Riding Lessons - Licht Klein x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, riding (obviously lmao), mentions of bruises

Character: Licht Klein, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.540

"I'm telling you; he hates me!"

''You just don't try hard enough''

,,I beg your pardon?!''

"He can feel it"

,,Licht! Why aren’t you on my side here?!''

You have been practicing riding with Licht since the early hours of the morning. You've been wanting to try it for a while but didn't want to bother Licht because he already had enough work to do as is. However, one day when he saw you practicing (and failing) alone with a rather wild mare, he forced you to practice with him, so he could watch over you.

Licht found a stallion who was generally quite calm and saddled him up for you. However, after you mastered mounting up, the disaster began. The otherwise calm animal didn't seem to like the idea of you on his back at all and tried to get you off him in every way possible.

Luckily there was Licht, who usually caught you immediately.

"I'm not on his side," he defended himself as he picked you up off the ground and took the horse's reins. "you're just too nervous for him".

Grumbling, you stood up and brushed the sand from the training ground off your new breeches. ,,Oh I’m sorry. I'll try to fall off his back calmly. That surely makes it easier'' you sighed and grabbed the reins. Licht smiled softly and patted your head, "Don't give up. Come on, I'll help you up again''.

It was getting late when Licht and you went into the stable together to clean the horse and put him in his box. You managed to stay on the horse’s back for an entire five minutes. After that, the animal probably got bored and threw you to the ground, only to trot out to Licht and stood behind him – looking awfully smug.

Licht insisted that you rested while he combed the horse's brown mane and coat. It wasn't until you sat down on the wooden box next to the two that you realized how much your limbs hurt. You whimpered softly as you pressed on one of your fresh bruises. Licht looked over his shoulder "You went through a lot today, huh?" he gently brushed some hair off your face and cupped your chin in his hand. He slowly turned it towards him to kiss you on the forehead. "Wait, I'll take you to my room. Then I'll take care of you'' with a last little smile, he turned back to the animal and led it into one of the empty boxes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Licht had always been a bit reserved - only recently, since the two of you were a couple, did he start opening up to you. Small gestures like kissing your forehead or random headpats were becoming the norm now, but they would always be special to you.

A little later, Licht closed the stable doors and, without warning, lifted you into his arms. "I can walk, it's fine-!" came your protest, Licht looked down at you "I know". With a sigh you accepted your fate and Licht carried you into his room.

Once there, he sat you down on his small sofa and opened a drawer. He glanced at you when he noticed you were staring at him, ‘’Get undressed’’. You blinked at him, and Licht sighed, "How else am I supposed to put lotion on your scratches?" Slowly you came out of your stupor and started to laugh a little ,,Hahaha... haha, right! That makes sense! Haha…''. Licht turned back to his closet, a grin on his face "You weren't thinking of anything else, were you?" He closed the drawer and came back with a small bag. You slowly began to undo the buttons of your jacket, while Licht's gaze did not leave your body. "You... could wear pants more often," he murmured. Your eyes shot to his. A light, rosy tone made itself present on his cheeks and he cleared his throat, ,,...What?''. You pushed your jacket off your shoulders "I usually wear dresses or skirts...I think that suits a prince's girlfriend better than-" you couldn't finish your thought because Licht grabbed your arm and started putting cream on your bruises while grumbling, "What are you talking about? You can wear whatever you want. It's nobody's business what you wear.''. Smiling sightly you turned your head to the window ,,You're right... if you don't mind, then I'd like to wear some more often...!''. Licht cleared his throat ,,I said wear what you want. I… am all for it,” he mumbled the last part, putting the bag on the table and looked down at your legs. ,,Your pants. Take them off too''. With red cheeks you unbuttoned them, Licht's gaze was heavy on your thighs.

When your pants were lying next to the jacket on the armrest, Licht pulled one of your legs up onto his lap and started putting cream on it. "There aren’t as many on your legs as on your arms… '' he murmured and you gave a short laugh, ''Yeah, lucky me I fell on my face rather than my legs, huh?''. Licht looked up, his features unsure, "I didn't mean it like that...''. You giggled, pulled him towards you and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I know, don't worry" you giggled as you wanted to lean back, but Licht's hands wrapped around your waist and with a jerk you were sitting on his lap. "L-Licht?" You stopped giggling, cheeks flushed and you turned slightly to face him. Burning red eyes looked down at you, something hungry in them. "I still have to take care of your thighs"' even his voice sounded a lot lower than before as he started treating your thighs. You notice that he was squeezing much harder than he had to - almost as if he was massaging hem. His touch alone made you feel heat between your thighs. Licht's breath was hot on your neck as he placed small kisses on it. "All day I see you running around in those pants... Do you know how hard it was not to drag you into the stables and fuck in the hayloft?" his voice was as low as a growl. You caught your breath as his fingers wandered higher and higher up your thighs. You clenched your thighs and turned on his lap, "Why didn't you say anything?" Licht blinked briefly and then laughed, ‘’So I could have just told you?'' Suddenly he stood up with you on his lap and sat down on his bed with you. "You're not very good with horses yet, but I know you're pretty good at riding other things." Your face grew hot - you were sure your face could rival a tomato. That statement was so unlike Licht, it certainly did something to you. It was clear what Licht was getting at and the longer you sat on his lap, the clearer your own arousal became.

Licht seemed to notice this as well, as he sat himself in the middle of his bed only to have you sit directly on his already hard cock, which was making itself  present in his pants. A shiver ran down your spine – partly because you were almost completely naked. Licht cocked his head to the side, "And? Are you ready for part two of your riding lessons?''.

Licht's hands were heavy on your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin was all you could hear. With one hand in front of your mouth and your eyes half open, you rode him up and down in an uneven rhythm while Licht's hands made sure you stayed on your lap so that you didn't just tip over to the side. His eyes took in the sight of you, never leaving your body once. Except for a slight growl here and there, he hardly made any noise. He preferred to listen to your moans, which almost sounded like whining, because you were so full of lust that you couldn't manage to get out a moan.

One of Licht's hands left your thigh and wrapped around your waist lead you down onto his chest. The hand you held in front of your mouth left and clawed at the bed sheets next to Licht's chest. You buried your face between his neck and shoulder. Licht kept letting you set the pace, waiting for you to start moving again. You were both close to your climax when he started thrusting into you from below, making you emit a loud moan. He matched your rhythm and grabbed your ass with his still free hand while the other began massaging your thigh.

A little while later, you came with a long groan, giving Light enough time to pull out of you and come between your stomachs with a deep growl.

With shaking arms, you sat up and looked at him. His head was laying slightly sideways on his pillow and he looked at you with half-open eyes. He pulled you in to kiss you on the lips, only to pull away a little to whisper against them.

"Our riding lessons are really paying off, aren't they?"

[nicollean]

𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙩 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙚

↳ before y’alls relationship, you guys were kinda .. rocky

↳ feel like he’d be the type of person to just walk up to you and touch your hair w/o even asking

↳ got confused when you were mad about it 💀

↳ ever since then you were careful around the mf

↳ while he was in the middle of doing an experiment he’d finally realize what he did was wrong

↳ he eventually apologized & you forgave him

↳ now when y’all get closer I feel like he’d come up with some cheesy/corny way of asking you out 😭😭

↳ “Y/n do you do track ? Cause you’ve just been running around in my mind all day” LMFAO

↳ “Viktor are you trying to ask me out ..?”

↳ he’d ask a million questions about you

↳ where your family is from , what kind of foods y’all eat , products you use for your hair , the experience in tokyo , etc etc

↳ when he meets your family, your mom lovesss him, she’d try to feed the mf & act like he’s her own son 😭

↳ feel like he would mostly eat everything you make for him but would also ask you how many carbs and calories are in it 💀

↳ y’all would be up all night when he teaches/explains to you about his science work and all the missions he does

↳ well he would while you’d be falling asleep

↳ Joker would end up getting sick of you guys flirting w/ each other when y’all are down in the Nether

[honeypirate]

You write the characters of Fire Force so good omg I am extremely weak and soft for these QwQ can I please request either an imagine or headcanon of where Viktor has a S/O who is typically more self-confident, relaxed/teasing person until Viktor does anything remotely affectionate then S/O just turns into a bright red stuttering mess. They absolutely adore the affection, they're just easily embarrassed with things like this

Okay Okay alright alright cool cool cool

I had fun with this!

I’m glad you like how I write and thank you thank you for this request I hope you like it because it ran away from me and this is how it turned out lol

Viktor Licht x Easily Flustered reader (I went Fem but let me know if you want me to write a different one that’s GN! ❤️)

Viktor I think he’s so goofy and funny I adore him

I think he’d be his normal self around you 90% of the time

Okay more like 80%

but he’d wait for the right time to whisper something in your ear

or slip you a note at work

that makes your heart race and your cheeks flush.

Which isn’t hard to do but he likes to have the element of surprise.

So when you least expect it,

“you look beautiful”

or “your butt looks juicy in that orange jumpsuit” (god idk why I even wrote this my brain went vrrr and couldn’t think of more weird compliments.)

now I don’t know if he’d say something exactly like that (I don’t put it past him)

but I do think he’d say original weird things occasionally just to see your shocked eyes and hear your sweet chuckle

And the way you stutter through syllables before you say “Viktor” and slap his chest playfully.

Bro.

He just loves you okay?

And he loves how sweet and flustered you are just for him.

He sees you confidently tease the others

And Damn you look good doing so

but he knows he can unravel that with just a few well worded phrases.

and sees your self confidence which he ADORES.

It was something he first noticed about you, one of the first things he realized he liked about you

When he first met you, when he came to the eighth, you couldn’t help the warm feeling your heart got whenever you were around him

and he loved the way you’d chuckle at his jokes

he started making more jokes just to hear you laugh.

Then he wanted to make you blush.

Then he realized he wanted to kiss you every time you blushed because of him,

and every time you were teasing the others, when he saw your confidence in your job,

mans just wanted to kiss you.

Physical touch and quality time are his love languages (I personally feel this man is touch starved because he’s so invested in his work that he just pretends and convinces himself he doesn’t care) so that’s how he began to show you he was into you

he’d tuck your hair behind your ear and grin when the familiar flush would appear

or he’d help you with your paperwork just to talk to you and be next to you.

The more time he spent with you the more comfortable you felt around him

but every time you tried to tease him he’d watch your cheeks flush and he couldn’t help but smile.

He asked you out for the first time and you choked on the water you were drinking.

Bad timing on his part which he apologized for but you accepted

because it’s Viktor! How could you say no! He makes your heart warm! he’s so sweet on you!

So now it’s been three months and he’s trying to figure out how to tell you he loves you, he has the perfect idea, he’ll tell you after work tonight, with the perfect moment.

“Oh shush Arthur, you cheated. and you Shinra, you know he cheated so his win means nothing. Now go, both of you, we all have paperwork and no time for this” they both go to their desks, mumbling stuff under their breaths but not continuing their fight anymore. It was a stupid bet about flipping a coin into a cup across the room, you didn’t really understand since you just showed up but you knew Arthur’s tell, he said he didn’t cheat and you knew he was lying by the flick of his hair.

You sigh and finish your cup of coffee before heading to the pot in the corner to refill it. Viktor, who was watching from the doorway, comes over and you refill his cup with a small smile as you make eye contact. “I love it when you do that” he says quietly and you chuckle “do what?” You cock your head and he gives you a lopsided grin “put the kids in their place” he leans in to your ear “it’s kinda hot” he whispers and then pulls back to get a get look at your red blushing face, a lopsided grin on his lips “t-thanks” you manage to stutter out, your heart racing and thumping in your ears as he chuckles and kisses the top of your head before making his way back to his lab.

“You’ve been dating him for what.. three months?” Arthur asks from his paperwork when you sit at your desk “yeah. Why?” He looks up at you with a smirk “and he, Viktor Licht, still makes you flustered?” You glare “oh shut up Arthur” you say and smile sweetly, compared with the fire in your eyes it sends a shiver down his spine “actually. Would you rather I just tell you why he makes me flustered? What he said to me… about how-“ you started to tell him but he plugged his ears as Shinra started screaming. “NO NO NO Arthur SHUT UP. She’s flustered WITH HIM but you KNOW SHE HAS NO PROBLEM TALKING TO US!” Arthur sulks as you chuckle, tucking your hair that fell from your pony back behind your ear.

Before you can finish your paperwork you’re called out to help put some infernals to rest. You were exhausted, you smelled like smoke, and you weren’t up for anything special, he could see the bags under your eyes. So he kissed your forehead and sent you off to a shower, moving his confession to another night.

You saw the emotion in his eyes, something was wrong, but he played it off. So you thought you’d do something special for him. After your shower you swung by his room, walking in when he doesn’t answer your knocks and remembering he had dinner duty. You make your way through the empty room, carefully stepping across the papers strewn about. Sure, you didn’t know what they were, but he certainly did. When you find what you’re looking for you grin and carefully make your way out of his room.

“Psst Hey” you whisper as you stuck your head through the door of the kitchen. He turns around and cocks his head, the apron on his body said ‘kiss the cook’

“Hey sweetheart” he makes this face, one that you’ve seen a lot, one that says ‘what is this beautiful girl doing now?’ “Meet me where we had our second date” you grin and slip out before popping your head back “and do you think you could maybe..” he laughs “bring some food? I’m on it, love” he smiles as he hears your giggles as you walk down the hallway. Maybe he won’t have to wait after all.

ꕥ(Twenty minutes later)ꕥ

“What is this?” His voice was shocked as he stuck his head out the window, looking out at the scene unfolding before his eyes on the roof. soft music playing that he realized was his favorite song, blankets, pillows, a couple candles and you kneeling in the middle in one of his sweatshirts. You were an angel. He loved you so much.

“Remember coming up here to watch fireworks? I know it’s only been three months and that’s not a long time but... well.. when we got back you seemed a little down so I wanted to do something nice but also easy since tonight took a lot out of us” you cheeks flush from feeling embarrassed with doing something semi-big but keeping your eyes on his “So I got your favorite record and my record player, all the blankets and pillows I own, a couple of your sweatshirts, candles, aaaaand” you pull out a bottle of wine you were saving once he settles into the blankets next to you. He leans against the side of the house and he gazes down at you, a bowl of food in each hand.

“You did all of this for me?” He whispers and you nod, your blush fully covering your face as you scoot closer into his side, placing your hands on his knee, leaning up and kissing the corner of his mouth “I love you, Viktor” you whisper, looking down at your hands, butterflies in your chest and your heart thumping in your ears again.

“W-what did you say?” He whispers and you feel your heart drop “I- I said” he shoves the bowls of food out where they won’t be kicked and he turns to sit on his knees in front of you, cupping your cheeks and turning your face up to meet his eye. Your breath hitches at his expression, excited, soft, sweet. “Tell me” he whispers and his thumbs brush against your skin and send goosebumps down the back of your neck.

“I- I said” you swallow hard and pull back your confidence from earlier, gently taking a hold of his wrists, “I said; I love you Viktor” you watch his cheeks flush as he sighs, a peaceful look in his eyes “I love you, so much” he presses his lips to yours softly, warming up your cold ones from sitting outside waiting for him.

Look all I’m saying is Viktor is sweet and goofy and loving and he would he would love to watch your cheeks blush when he’d say sweet things and compliment you

but he’d also want to make sure certain things are perfect, like telling you he loved you. Or your first time wink wink together.

Certain perfect moments that tie together all the goofy, sweet, moments.

The moments where he makes your face flush bright enough to be compared to an infernals flame,

the time you stutter through words after he whispers something in your ear,,,,

but who is he,

or I,

kidding anyone?

Every moment is perfect with you.

Even if they’re hard.

Even that time you tried to tidy the papers in his room and messed everything in his system up.

Or the way you tried to fix it by making the papers rain down around you both, making him laugh before you hugged him and apologized for messing up his system and really helping him fix it again.

Oh God.

Holy Sol

He knows there’s nothing he believes in more than you, more than the love you share, and the fact that his favorite color is the pink dusting your cheeks. The pink that is just for him

[dsa-lj]

Everything you need to be happy today

Lawless kept checking her phone, to which her brother had sent the cookie recipe, but it seemed to her that she was failing. This is not enough for a present to a loved one. — Big sister Law is trying so hard, — Tsubaki says with a fox squint and grin, deliberately drawing out the vowels on the last word. - And all so that her present was in the trash. — The Cruel Angel will clearly not be cajoled by even such an offering, she’s not a Cupid, — Kuro agrees with Tsubaki, without taking her eyes off the game

This work was written on Valentine's day, but I was able to publish it on AO3 only now (although it has been on ficbook since February).

There is no special plot here, just a little cute with the fem!Lawlicht and the program "Survive with mischievous sisters" starring Law. And yes, Hyde, who loves to make sweets and pastries, especially for Angel the best cute headcanon✨

Recommended listening:

[pandaxusio]

Halloween >:3

-yeah, i love my girls

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 11 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: bit short this time but trust me

Warnings: graphicness, war, wounds, death etc

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily.

"Status report, Sirs!", the knight stood at attention in the Main tent.

"Speak", said Chevalier, his gaze focused on the map in front of him.

"Black Banners were spotted in the north forests. Jadeian troops are said to be among them"

"How many did you count?", said Licht.

"'tis a small group, sir, not over a thousand, we could easily crash them"

"My, that would be a very bad decision indeed", Clavis smiled from the chair he had sank in, "We'd be up for a lovely surprise if we followed them".

"Still, we cannot leave the northern towns to their mercy", Licht was already grabbing his sword, "I'll go"

"No you won't", said Chevalier. He traced the river that run on the map with his index finger. Clavis was correct. No matter how much of a fool he could be, he was always quite perceptive. This was a diversion, meant to draw them away or at least split their army in two. They were lucky Benitoite had remained neutral in the war, but Jade was still a tough foe to handle on top of Obsidian. One could say they did not stand a chance, but it would not be Chevalier, nor any of his brothers.

The northern forests were not so dense near Obsidian and Rhodolite as they were in Jade. The few Jadeian soldiers inside the Obsidianite army could not make up for Jade's true strength. Unless a part of their army was somewhere else, either meant to surround them once they got to the spot or taking its time crossing a more treacherous and hard-to-anticipate path to the kingdom. If Jade hid its soldiers near its border then such an attack would be possible, and they would be caught between the army and the river.

"Destroy the bridge and light the forest on fire", he said.

It was so close to the border that most of the trees were near death anyway, sharing in Obsidian's misfortunes and draught. They should be as flammable as they could ever be.

"But what about-"

There was one village within the forest, as Clavis was probably about to say. "If the enemy is there they either already fled or died", Chevalier responded. His brothers seemed reluctant, but his knight obeyed instantly.

Gilbert's ultimate goal was not simply conquering Rhodolite but Benitoite as well. Chevalier focused his gaze on the borderline between the Kingdom of Roses and the Empire of Death. Gilbert had to find a way to draw Benitoite in a way that he would be justified to destroy them. He could not use the same trick twice so whatever he did it would have to happen during this war.

"I'll be leaving", Clavis pushed back on the wooden pole he leaned on.

"Where are you going?", asked Licht.

Chevalier rolled his eyes. It was obvious like the sun in the morning sky that Clavis was once again being a humanitarian fool.

"To do something stupid, by his account", Clavis smiled at Licht as he pointed at their older brother with his eyes.

Chevalier let out a heavy breath. So utterly predictable.

"The ridge", the white tiger murmured to himself. His finger landed on a passage, lined by high gray cliffs, next to the forests where the enemy hid. Should a fire break out, the opposing army would most likely scatter backward. The forest was framed by tall mountains on Jade's side, full of the vibrant vegetation that characterized the country. Meaning the only escape amid such panic would be through that small passage, towards the banner obsidian.

"Come", Chevalier told Licht, who only responded with a look of confusion.

The brutal beast gathered his knights for what was going to be a slaughter. His steps marched strong; he was used to the weights he himself tied around his legs with his decisions. His duty was to Rhodolite; he could not spare his mercy to those who threatened it.

They had reached the border by daybreak. Chevalier smiled to himself as his men followed him inside a secret maze of underground passages. His idiot brother used these a lot in his spare time. It did not take long until the were standing at the hilltop where the caves led. A great cloud of dark smoke loomed over the horizon. It had already begun.

They descended the hill until they stood at the foot of the small canyon. The archer had taken a different path, led by Licht, and managed to hide among the rocks of the cliffside, aiming the weapons at the passage. Then, they waited.

Waited for the wolves to run right into the hands of the sheep. They waited for their blades to paint the canyon red with the blood of those they thought as beasts.

The battle did not last long. With the fire on their tail, the enemy soldiers decided to take on the foe ahead since, unlike the blazing flames, men could be bled dry. It was a calculated slaughter, and it was over before it had begun. Chevalier was cutting down the last of the soldiers that still raised their blades against them, when Clavis appeared on his grey horse. He marched among the dead, maneuvering his way around the corpses. His steps were quick, his eyes clouded. He made his way to Chevalier. One did not have to be a genius to know he bore bad tidings.

"What", said Chevalier, his expression neutral as ever. He took a look at Clavis' face; it was whiter than a sheet.

"I....ah....", Clavis took one look of Chevalier's face. His brother's hair was dripping with the blood of those he had slain, his hands still wrapped around his dirtied blade. The beast's nature was out in plain sight, yet the man within, resting behind the tiger's tired eyes, counted the empty crimson days of war that had pushed him to the dark depths of a place he could perhaps never return; A place where the numb feeling in his body was all that held the foundations of his reason from collapsing under the pressure of his long-forgotten humanity. Everyone who looked at Chevalier would recognise that numbness, characteristic of his usual appearance. Yet one would wonder how deep into blood the prince could soak in, before even that serious demeanour crumbled. "Nothing", said Clavis, his expression lacking a smile for the first time in a long while.

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"I'm leaving", Gilbert said as he wore his black gloves. His voice was hesitant, his gaze unsure as he looked at your form. You gazed upon his reflection in your vanity's mirror and continued brushing your hair. He approached. "You've barely said a word since you came back", he let his hand rest on your shoulder. His fingers played with the strands of your hair.

"There is nothing to say", you responded. "You have your war. You got what you wanted"

You averted your eyes. You could not stand the frostiness of his gaze even in a reflection. You felt his breath on your neck as he bowed his head. His black hair tickled your skin as he placed a small kiss on your shoulder. "Y/n-", he began but a cough stopped him. He covered his mouth with a white handkerchief. You turned and reached for him but he backed away. Soon, he was done, and he hid the small piece of fabric back into the pocket of his jacket. "Sorry", he smiled, "Something got caught in my throat". He took a deep breath. He stayed silent for a minute before turning away. "Get dressed", he said, "You should come". And with that, he walked out the door.

Looking back you still do not know why you agreed. It was so easy to follow him because you had simply lost any interest in his schemes anymore. There was no point in trying to prevent a war that was already raging in full strength.

He gave you a simple black cape as you both climbed into an inconspicuous carriage. After a few hours, you finally arrived at your destination. Gilbert gave you his hand as you emerged back into the world, but the world was too gruesome for you to even notice it.

You climbed down into a makeshift camp, where the dead outnumbered the living by a mile, and no soldier was left unscathed. Gilbert dragged his came through the blood and puss-infested mud. A few drops of rain came from the sky to bathe the uncleanable. Gilbert took your hand by himself so you would remember to follow him through the regiment of corpses. You walked and walked until you reached the edge of a cliff. You immediately noticed the forest turned charcoal, the rain putting out the last of the fires that blazed for the previous day.

"What is this?", you asked, already knowing the answer. It was the end of a battle, the remnants of Obsidian's defeat.

"This is what happens to what Chevalier touches", said Gilbert.

You scoffed. He had some nerve when he was the one who started the war, he was the one who dragged Jade into it with his lies, he was the one who...

"Are you insinuating something?", you asked coldly. Your voice came out threatening even if your eyes were drawn away, to the burnt trees stretching until the horizon.

Gilbert came closer until he was standing beside you. "He does not care about people's lives, much less this empire's....or yours". He tried to touch you but you shook him away. "I'll win this war", Gilbert said, "And I'll do so by ending him".

"Ha....", you smiled bitterly, "it was not your lips one would expect this to come out of".

"He's the real threat", Gilbert continued, "He's no better than my father"

"Forgive me for being biased, but he was not the one who poisoned me was he?", you shot a gaze at him. His expression was still as cold as the ice in a glacier. In this regard, he was like Chevalier. In that and nothing else, other than perhaps the same cruel lens they viewed the world from. Their souls were a tempest, more than the river that flew below you.

"That was not me", he said

"Do you really expect me to believe that?", you replied, "Tell me that you didn't get tired of waiting and decided to do it yourself. Why else would you arrive so conveniently after I passed out?"

"Is that the only reason you can think of?", he spat.

The rain was falling heavy from the heavens. By the time you turned to look at him you could barely see the vindictive glint in his eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Come on", he said, "Would you really blame me if I wanted to kill Chevalier? Would you really hate me so much for taking my vengence after he took everything I ever desired?"

"You're crazy"

"Am I?", he laughed. He covered his eyepatch with his hand and pulled it off of his head. He exposed his bright blue eye, shining under the gloomy sky, the tears falling from it mixing with the rain. It was only then you realized that his heart was too broken to hate. And it was too broken to love. All that was left in him was emptiness, and an unanswerable "why".

"I just showed you who he truly is and you still take his side", his smile was one of despair. His brows furrowed and he cried, "Why would I not want him to DIE?"

He stepped towards you, his cane next to his foot. The muddy cliff gave out. You had just enough time to see the shock in his eyes, an emotion you had never seen nor thought you'd ever see painted in their shine. The world was moving slowly. You reached out to him. His body was already falling downwards. Your fingers curled around the trim of his ebony jacket, but your feet could no longer support both your weights. Your eyes shot wide open as you realized what you had done. The two of you hurled downwards. Time regained its speed, the the cold water pierced your skin like needles.

The current pulled you from every direction, throwing the pair of you from one side of the river to another. Your hand was desperately grasping at Gilbert's jacket. You did not have the strength to do anything else. Suddenly his hand pulled you closer until he wrapped his arms around you. He kept your head above water, even at the cost of his own breath. That was until a wave blasted you onto a rock. He hit the hard surface with his back. His head bled as he weighed on you and you realised he had lost consciousness. You dove under the water and pulled him over your shoulders. He was heavy, but the water was just starting to calm down. You dove in and out of the water as you swam to shore, pushing him up to keep his head above the surface. You changed into pulling him once your feet hit the pebbled bottom of the river. You heaved but you managed to drag the both of you into safety.

Or so you thought.

Your clouded eyes registered the light of lanterns before you surrendered to the hands of your exhaustion.