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Childhood Days

Nasmira: Roses... Mari, You tried making rose petal muffins for the first time. You said they didn't look good, but we still begged you to give us a taste because we knew it would still taste great...

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[cheese-ception]

Righty, so... the time has come to introduce my very own IkePri OC! To preface all the other details, Amethyst is the national stone of Korea irl, so I chose it as a place of his origin (as he'd hardly fit in the otherwise rather Euro-centric countries, which are currently in the game) Name: Jae-hwan Seong 성재환 Age: 29 Universe: IkePri Pairing: Yves Personal details: A young noble from Amethyst. His crest displays a goral (a goat-antelope). Outwardly quite aloof, but very loving towards those he holds dear. Employed as a high-ranking army officer (considers the military a defensive force, meant to protect and serve its own people, rather than actively invade or attack other nations). Proficient with most commonly wielded weapons, but favours spears / polearms. Has a sweet tooth, but isn't very good at baking or preparing sugary dishes (is a fairly decent cook though – just ask him to make you his favourite stew and you'll be in for a treat!). Appearance: 162cm, 57kg, lean/lightly toned dark, straight hair (usually worn with a middle or a slight side-part, but styling changes fairly often) hazel eyes wears brow-line glasses with a black upper rim Hobbies: fashion (very keen on showing off in both his parade uniforms, as well as a wide collection of civil attire) ballroom dancing listening to music (especially violin) reading (historical and romance novels for fun, strategy books for work) Overview: A disciplined man, who is incredibly loyal, once you gain his trust. Gentle and kind. Assertive and motivated when it comes to his job. Awkward when it comes to his feelings. Positively bewitched by Yves, whom he first met a few years ago during an impromptu concert in the street that Yves performed for the locals (at the request of belle). Back then he didn't dare approach the prince directly, but as time has passed, they've bumped into each other at several official functions, exchanging pleasantries and what he would like to think of as meaningful gestures. He's beyond smitten by pretty much everything Yves does and considers him incredibly beautiful. Jae-hwan is aware of his heritage, but not bothered by it whatsoever. What does bother him, however, is not knowing whether the prince could ever think of him in the same way as he does...

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A/N: Another entry for my and @lorei-writes Falling for Fall CC!

Clavis x OC Marigold

Prompt: Rain (fluff)

WC: 1k

The carriage sways slightly from side to side as if gently dancing to the rhythm of the raindrops that fall on its roof. Outside, the driver wraps his cloak a bit tighter around his shoulders as water trickles in small streams off the wide brim of his hat. The experienced horses pick their way carefully across the increasingly muddy road, eager to get back to the palace where their warm stables and dry hay are waiting. Inside, the carriage’s two occupants are staring at each other.

One is smiling, the other scowling.

One is dry, the other dripping wet.

One’s eyes are twinkling like golden stars, the other’s eyes are narrowed, a storm of glaring gray.

“You know, most people would have considered the sky before heading out on foot so far from the palace. It’s been cloudy all day.”

Clavis leans back against the plush purple velvet of the carriage seat, his voice practically glowing with amusement.

Marigold’s lips press together, annoyance forming a straight line. Water drips from her now soggy chignon, trickling down her bare neck and soaking into the already wet collar of her dress, the color of which the rain has darkened from ochre to nearly brown.

“I told you. I wanted to collect mushrooms.” The basket is resting by her feet, the wicker glistening with water. “I read they only grow in the western part of the forest and it didn’t look quite so far on the maps.”

He grins slowly. “Aren’t you lucky that a handsome prince just happened to be traveling along the same, lonesome road you were walking upon? A few more minutes in that rain and you would have grown gills.”

The corner of her mouth ticks up for a moment and he feels an unexpected, surprising rush of satisfaction.

She shuts down the smile before it can blossom.

“Maybe,” she mutters, “If you hadn’t asked me if I was enjoying my stroll before inviting me into the carriage I would be capable of showing more gratitude.” She attempts to cross her arms, however her dress is damp and stiff and it makes the motion far less smooth than she would have hoped.

He observes her a moment and then leans forward, pulling off his long white coat, the golden tassels on the shoulders swinging enthusiastically. He holds it out to her.

“You’re cold. Here.”

Pride has her shake her head, little drops of water jettisoning left and right. “I’m fine.”

A moment of silence and then without warning, Clavis reaches forward, impulsively brushing the back of his bare fingers across her cheek. She gasps at both the unexpected warmth of his skin and the boldness of his gesture.

His gaze locks with hers and the shiver that runs through her has nothing to do with any chill.

“Apologies for ruffling your feathers, little owl. But I am simply proving that you need this more than I do. Now….may I?”

She nods, adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses and leans forward, allowing him to drape his coat more evenly across her shoulders. He’s closer to her than he has ever been before and she catches the scent of rain mixed with something familiar and soothing: lavender. 

He pauses, glancing at her, his hands still on her shoulders. A turn of the head, a sudden lurch of the carriage, a yank on his cravat and their lips would touch. Marigold is transfixed, unable to look away from the bright gold of his eyes and Clavis is searching hers intently, a man looking for answers in the silver of her gaze.

What is she doing?!

She pulls back quickly, sucking in a deep breath as if that will slow the wild hammering of her heart and the delicate moment breaks like a spider’s web in the wind. Clavis leans back, adjusting his jacket with one hand, pretending to straighten it. The lightning in the carriage is dim: only a small oil lamp swings from one of the corners to fight the gloom, and so the shadows hide the flush of color that paints both of their cheeks.

“Thank you,” she manages to say after clearing her throat.

“The lady is most welcome.” His tone is light, airy, and yet somehow sounds….hollow. He tries to sound casual, but there is something quite serious happening inside his heart.

They continue along the road to the palace in silence until Marigold frowns, lifting her gaze to look at the prince.

“Clavis?”

He’s staring out the window, uncharacteristically quiet, but turns, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yes, Marigold?”

“The road you were on when you found me.”

Something in his expression shifts. He knows where this is going but doesn’t interrupt her. He simply raises his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

“It doesn’t go anywhere but the forest. There is no reason to be on it unless you’re heading into or out of the woods.”

Now his smile is genuine, soft in a way that she hasn’t seen before. He shrugs, trying to make the gesture seem relaxed and nonchalant.

“Perhaps I felt like a woodland walk.” He glances at her. “Or…..maybe I knew a certain researcher would be so intent on collecting her mushrooms that she might misjudge the distance and ignore the signs of inclement weather.”

Marigold’s lips part but no sound comes out. He specifically went out….looking for her?

He begins to talk again, this time about the upcoming Autumn Ball and all the delightful guests that will be attending, his words a waterfall of sound that he hides behind to cover the magnitude of care he has shown for her.

Marigold leans back, adjusting his large, warm coat. His scent surrounds her, his voice fills the enclosed space.

Despite the rain and her wet hair and soaked clothes….she doesn’t feel uncomfortable. 

Being here with Clavis, in fact, feels…..warm and safe. 

It feels like home.

Marigold turns her gaze to the carriage window, her heart suddenly beating swiftly.

How….what….why?

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Event: Falling For Fall Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Prompt: Gossamer (fluff)

WC: 694

TW : insomnia Previous prompt: Rain. Foraging. Moon. Gold Characters: Nokto Klein & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch] A/N: This was hard for me to write since it took me a long time to understand the meaning of the word 'gossamer' 😅

🕸️[𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬]🍂

The carriage rolled through the moonlit streets, the crisp autumn air seeping in through the slightly ajar window. Leaves, the color of burnt umber and crimson, danced in the faint glow of the streetlamps, their fragile forms like gossamer caught in a gentle breeze. Inside, Vernard, his moonlight-white hair framing a face etched with quiet weariness, leaned back against the plush cushions, a subtle sigh escaping his lips. Nokto, ever the picture of effortless charm, sat beside him, his silver hair gleaming under the dim light, his crimson eyes alight with a mischievous glint.

"My, my, Vernard," Nokto drawled, a teasing lilt to his voice. "It seems the ladies were quite taken with your quiet demeanor tonight. Almost as if they were trying to… whisk you away."

Vernard, never one for elaborate social interactions, simply dismissed the remark with a faint, "Nonsense." His jade eyes, usually sharp and watchful, held a hint of fatigue.

"Oh, come now," Nokto chuckled, sensing the other's desire to end the conversation. "Surely, you don't believe me when I say that your presence was quite the spectacle tonight."

Vernard, recognizing the subtle change in Nokto's tone, knew his brother was trying to gauge his mental state. He sighed again, a deeper sound this time. "I excused myself early. You didn't need to follow me back."

Nokto's teasing facade faded slightly. "I was simply tired of the festivities, so I decided to return." He paused, a hint of sweetness lacing his voice. "Though, one must wonder why such a diligent guardian chose to leave so early. Rest is crucial, especially before unexpected surprises might unfold…"

Vernard's lips tightened, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "One rests when one dies, Nokto. A guardian's duty knows no respite, no matter how tempting slumber may be. Eyes must remain open, even when the body yearns to close them."

Nokto's gaze softened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Oh, Vernard. There's no need to encrypt your insomnia in such dramatic fashion. We both know that sleep doesn't come easily for you."

Vernard flinched, a subtle twitch of his right ear, his only giveaway of discomfort. He quickly scratched it, pretending not to have heard Nokto.

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken words, the rustling of the carriage and the whisper of autumn leaves. It was a silent understanding between the two princes, a bond of shared experiences, and perhaps, a touch of unspoken sympathy on Nokto's part.

Nokto continued, the teasing tone returning, though with a gentler touch. "You know, the palace residents are starting to miss your ever-present… organization. Leon, Jin, Yves, Licht… even Sariel."

Vernard's lips curved into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. "I want them to get used to it. It's one of the reasons I find myself accompanying you and the rest to these… arduous endeavours."

Nokto chuckled, a warmth in his voice. "You say that every time you leave the palace for days on end, yet they refuse to let you truly disappear from their sight. They'll never quite understand your desire for distance."

Vernard leaned forward, his gaze distant, as if looking past the carriage windows toward an undefined horizon. "I will manage, Nokto. One day, the name 'Vernard Mürrisch' will be nothing but a forgotten echo. It's my ambition."

Nokto's smile faded slightly. He knew Vernard meant every word, the desire for anonymity, for escape from the suffocating palace life. But he only let out a light laugh, choosing to brush the comment aside, hiding his understanding and a flicker of concern for the other. He looked at Vernard, mirroring Licht's understanding way of seeing the world, a sympathy that only few could see.

The carriage finally pulled up to the palace gates, the sprawling stone structure a looming silhouette against the star-studded sky. The autumn air, now a tangible presence, seemed to hold its breath as the two brothers exited the carriage, and walked towards the palace, each carrying their own burdens and secrets.

The gossamer threads of their complicated relationship, like the fragile autumn leaves, danced in the uncertain breeze, a testament to the delicate and intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives.

Fin ❤️✨

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Attire is inspired from the game itself!!! 💙💙

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Artist: Rizana 💙💚

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A/N: I was a wee bit annoyed yesterday at the anon that seemed to be lamenting writers "suddenly" having OCs. So I wrote a short fic with mine because a) IT'S FUN and b) I felt like it. OCs are awesome and we should celebrate the creativity they represent!

My OC Leyla Quinn x Silvio, established relationship

One shot: Silvio and his fiancée on a rainy night in Rhodolite

WC: 1k

The ornate door to one of the royal suites inside the elegant Rhodolite palace swings open, bringing with it the scent of orange blossoms that always precedes Silvio’s fiancée. Leyla herself follows a moment later, shaking the rainwater out of her hair and kicking the door shut behind her. She had already removed her muddy boots before setting foot back inside the grand palace, walking barefoot through the palace and back to the suite, much to the servants' astonishment. Most people would not have been that thoughtful.

“God damn, who knew you’d get rain like this so far away from the sea?” Water drops fall from her like tiny pearls, littering the rich carpet with little dark spots.

The newspaper Silvio has been attempting to read is thrown aside as he shoots to his feet, annoyance written in every line of his face.

“Where the hell have you been?” His tone is sharp with displeasure, loud with irritation. It would have sent many others a step backwards in surprise, flinching with unease.

Leyla doesn’t even look away from wringing out her long, dark hair.

“Down, boy. Watch who you’re barking at.” She straightens up, but doesn’t stop moving, unbuttoning the front of her damp navy blue overcoat with quick, practiced fingers.

“Woman, you said you would be back before dark and that was an hour ago.” He’s watching her with narrowed eyes as she peels off her coat, then turns, walking into the bathroom, but not before revealing a quick glimpse of a white blouse now covered in tantalizing, transparent patches.

He breathes out, collecting his thoughts. Don't get distracted, Silvio. She had him fucking worried. He's pissed. She's gotta know that he was sitting here, watching the storm through the windows, wondering if she was ok. So yeah, stay focused. Focused.

When she returns, she’s hung all of her wet clothing over the rim of the large porcelain bathtub and is now wrapped in a fluffy white oversized bathrobe with a charming red Rhodolitian rose embroidered above her heart. Her hair is still damp with rainwater, a curtain of dark waves that smells like springtime and daydreams, spilling over her shoulders and down her back. 

His breath catches in his chest. She's so damn beautiful.

“I lost track of the hour as I was visiting Oliver in his lab and he was telling me about his latest-”

Fuck staying focused.

“Don’t care.”

Silvio crosses the room in just two long strides, wrapping an arm around Leyla’s waist and pulls her to him, overcome with the desperate need to feel her against him. He ducks his head, closing his eyes as he breathes in deeply, orange blossoms and rainwater, desire and love.

Feeling the way his strong hands hold her close brings a smile to her face. With Silvio, it never feels like he’s trapped her. It’s possessiveness, yes, but never a cage. It’s protection and want. It’s security and comfort. It’s a promise to never let go.

His mouth eagerly travels the line of her neck, brushing aside her hair for better access. Hunger spreads like wildfire through her veins but his kisses also carry something else, something more delicate, something vulnerable and silken within their heated depths.

Leyla grins slowly. “Missed me that much, did you?” 

His “Shuddup” is muffled as he kisses his way up towards her mouth and she starts to laugh. Even now, after all they have been through together, he still gets flustered, reluctant to reveal that tender part of him that she knows is there, the one that belongs to her and only her. 

“Aw, pup, were you pining for me? Counting down the minutes until I returned, each one an eternity as you ached with–Ahh!”

Her teasing is cut off as he swiftly hoists her up and over his shoulder, turning and stalking towards the canopied bed with its red and gold bed covers and gold satin pillows.

“That’s enough out of you, wench,” he grunts as he tosses her down, the sound of her delighted laugh filling the room and warming him more than any fire ever could.

He wraps his long fingers around her wrists, pinning them up by her head. She looks up at him, sky-blue eyes flashing with something just as bright and brilliant as the lightning outside, the echo of her laughter lingering as a smile.

“Hey Silvio?”

He doesn’t know where to settle his gaze. Her hair is a pool of ebony waves around her, her luxurious robe has slipped off of one shoulder to reveal an enticing amount of skin, and there’s still that smile on those lips….

“Yeah?” The word is a rasp from the back of his throat.

“Guess who loves you.”

His cheeks flush and he looks away, his chest rising and falling with every quick breath he takes.

“Goddamnit, sea witch, why–”

“No really, can you guess anyone? Cause I certainly can’t. For a prince, you’re rather annoying and loud and–”

She’s cut off as he lowers his mouth to hers with a growl, stopping her teasing words. More laughter bubbles within her chest as she hooks one leg around his and kisses him back with all her might. She can get away with teasing him like this because they both know the truth: they were two souls adrift in an endless sea of doubt who, despite the odds, have found safe harbor in each other’s arms. The journey may have been long, but now that they have conquered the darkness and the hidden perils of a dark ocean of uncertainty, she knows their hearts are so entwined, there is no untangling them.

He releases her wrists, intending to make quick work of her robe when she catches his face in her hands, holding him still. Her thumbs lighty stroke over his cheekbone as she searches his gaze.

“Hey.” One little word, soft and sincere, perhaps odd to any outsider but to them, it carries a weight far beyond its three letters. It’s the softest part of her heart reaching out to him, saying hello love of my life. Hello.

And he’s lost in the light of her eyes, the dulcet sound of her voice, the velvet of her touch. 

“Hey,” he murmurs quietly in return. I hear you, the word answers. And I love you too.

She smiles and closes her eyes as he leans down, pressing his lips to hers. An unspoken promise renewed on this rainy, Rhodolite night.

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Where the Heart Leads

Note: I don't really like how this turned out, but it is what it is. @theocxcanonweek Fandom: Ikemen Prince Characters: Leon Dompteur, Olivia (OC) Prompt: "Take my hand." Words: 1,247

Olivia followed Leon down the narrow alley, their destination a tavern—a place completely unfamiliar to her. Most would deem it beneath a noblewoman, but the thought intrigued her. She had always heard of the rowdy, unruly patrons within, so different from the well-mannered circles she usually inhabited.

But with Leon leading the way, it felt like stepping into a new world—one she wasn’t entirely sure she was prepared for. Still, with him by her side, she couldn’t help but feel as if anything was possible.

The tavern soon appeared, nestled between two larger buildings, its door spilling out sounds of laughter, conversation, and the occasional cheer. Leon pushed the door open, and a warm, earthy scent of wood smoke and hearty meals enveloped them. Olivia paused just inside, surveying the dimly lit room. The walls were lined with bottles and barrels, and a large hearth crackled in the corner, casting flickering shadows over the mismatched tables and lively patrons filling the space.

Leon seemed completely at ease in the rough atmosphere, sauntering in as though it were his second home. Olivia trailed after him, doing her best to blend in. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced—nothing like the refined, tranquil dining rooms of her family’s estate. The air was thick with the scent of ale, and the sounds of clinking mugs and clattering plates mingled with boisterous chatter.

They made their way to a table in the back, and Leon gestured for Olivia to sit. She did so, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she settled into the seat, suddenly aware of how out of place she felt among the unruly crowd. However, Leon’s confident presence reassured her.

“So, what do you think?” He asked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he surveyed the room. “This isn’t exactly where you’d usually find yourself, is it?”

Olivia chuckled, her fingers tracing the edge of the table. “It’s... different. Very different. But I like it.” 

There was a charm in the unrefined energy of the tavern. The laughter felt authentic, unpolished, and it was hard not to feel pulled into the lively atmosphere.

Leon smiled. “I thought you might. It’s the kind of place where you can forget about everything for a while.”

Before long, their meals arrived, and they ate, letting the conversation shift to lighter, everyday topics. Despite the tavern’s raucous energy, Olivia found herself at ease in Leon’s presence. For the first time in a long time, she felt free from the weight of her noble responsibilities and the need to maintain composure. She was pleasantly surprised when the food turned out to be far more flavorful than she’d expected, and the rich taste made her smile in genuine adoration.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Leon commented.

Olivia nodded her head. “I am. The mood is so cheerful, and the food is delicious.”

“Haha. That's good to hear.”

They continued to eat, the noise around them growing louder as more patrons poured in. Just as they finished, a brawl suddenly erupted in the middle of the room.

Without hesitation, Leon rose to his feet, leaving a few coins on the table, and looked at Olivia with a serious expression. “We should go.”

Her heart racing, Olivia stood and moved closer to him. The chaos swirled around them, and she instinctively pressed in even nearer. Leon’s hand rested firmly on her back as he guided her toward the door.

He led her effortlessly through the scattering crowd. The brawl was in full swing now—punches flying, tables overturned, and the sounds of shouting and clattering mugs reverberated throughout the room. But Leon moved with determination, his focus on getting Olivia safely to the exit. As they neared the door, she glanced over her shoulder, her pulse quickening when she saw a chair hurtling through the air. Even so, Leon’s grip never faltered. His eyes remained fixed on their escape, and soon they were outside, the noise of the tavern fading behind them.

Olivia exhaled deeply, the rush of fresh air calming her racing heart. She turned to Leon, her chest still heaving.

“Sorry.” Leon said, guilt lining his face. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to bring you there. I should’ve known something like that was gonna happen. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

Shaking her head, Olivia gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. I’m fine, see? Nothing to worry about. Anyway, where are we going next?”

Leon’s expression softened as he thought for a moment, placing his hand on his hip. “Hm... How about somewhere quieter?” He extended his hand to her, grinning. “Take my hand. I’ll show you even greater things.”

For a brief moment, Olivia hesitated. There was something in the way he spoke, something in his gaze, that made her feel like this was more than just another adventure. Her heart fluttered. After a beat, she placed her hand in his, her fingers curling around his with an unspoken trust. “Where are we going?”

Leon’s smile deepened, and with a slight tilt of his head, he led her down a quiet street, leaving the tavern and its noise behind. “You’ll see.”

They walked in silence for a while, the soft sound of their footsteps the only noise, occasionally interrupted by the distant call of a bird in the trees. Olivia felt a sense of calm wash over her as the tension of earlier melted away with each step. She wondered what Leon had planned next, but part of her realized it didn’t matter. Being here, with him, felt like enough.

After a short while, they arrived at the base of a hill. It was a peaceful spot, with only the faintest glow from the town below spilling into the night. Leon paused at the bottom, then turned to Olivia.

“This way.” He said, his voice steady, as he began to climb. 

Olivia followed, her legs moving slower on the steep incline. But when they reached the top, the view before her took her breath away.

The town stretched out below them, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. From this height, the streets looked peaceful. Olivia could see the rooftops, and the distant mountains framing the horizon.

Turning his gaze from the town to her, Leon’s expression softened. “It’s one of my favorite spots. There’s something about seeing everything laid out like this. It feels peaceful.”

Olivia nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. It was indeed a beautiful sight. One that she would remember forever. “It’s beautiful.” She whispered, her eyes lingering on the mountains in the distance. At that moment, the worries of her world seemed far away.

Leon’s gaze remained on her a moment longer before he spoke again, his voice gentle. “Yeah. It definitely is.”

Olivia glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes held a quiet understanding, as though he had known exactly what she needed. Her heart fluttered again, a feeling she couldn’t quite place stirring within her. “Thanks for bringing me here. It’s exactly what I needed.”

“Sure thing. We all need a little escape sometimes.”

They stood together in silence, gazing out over the town as the night stretched on. The only sounds were the rustle of the wind and the soft chirping of crickets. Olivia let the stillness settle over her, savoring the peacefulness of the moment. 

There was something magical about the way the world felt quieter here, as if time itself had slowed, just for them.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

“Beast Encyclopedia” OC version 'Vernard Mürrisch'

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[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Here are the secrets and Roumours I came up with!

[rjthirsty]

Dahlia (IkePri OC)

I was playing around with several character sheets and shipping charts over the last month while I wasn't feeling well. They're easy for me to fill out and it doesn't take much effort to add to a post. They're also fun for me, and gives me something to do while in bed.

Anyways, here's one for Dahlia, my Emma insert. She has the same sort of backstory as Emma, since I hadn't made her really into an OC when I started playing her. But over time, she became her own person and now exists in several AUs where she is either shacked up with most of the Rhodolite princes in a polycule, hanging out in Obsidian as a throuple with Gil and Roderic, and sometimes I consider a set up with Silvio and Rio as the master of two disobedient puppies.

This one was interesting, since I've never seen one that gave you so much choice over body parts and sex.