#ikemen prince scenarios

[lettersfromaphrodite]

| love me like you do |

―pairing : Keith Howell x fem! Reader ―genre : soft smut ―word count : 362

― notes : extract from a fic I will never write so here have this humble offering my sweet loves ― notes : extra kudos to @jodiosmenu for believing in me over this fragment of madness

that night, Keith made love to you for the first time; it was gentle and not rushed, his hips moving slowly and languidly as if you had all the time in the world, as if the night you were spending together was never going to end, Keith's lips caressing your body delicately as if you were some sort of goddess he was going to spend his life worshipping as the most devoted believer.

«I love you,» you mumbled against his lips as you both reached your climax. «I love you too.» he mumbled back with a smitten smile, touching your lips with his.

After that, Keith leaned down to kiss your neck, peppering your sweaty skin with chaste kisses, and as soon as you felt the soft and gentle nibbles turning into playful and harsh bites you knew what happened, without the need to ask him for confirmation.

Immediately, you took Keith's face in your hands as delicately and firmly as you could, bringing his face in front of you, his sharp gaze locking into yours and allowing you to acknowledge alter Keith with a soft smile.

«I love you,» you repeated, a subtle way to confirm that when you told Keith you loved him, you meant both of them, as fucked up and strange as the situation could be seen from the outside. Alter Keith didn't answer, he simply scoffed with an arrogant smirk, but you didn't mind.

Without waiting for you to properly come down from your high, alter Keith made love to you for the first time; it was passionate and intense, his hips moving roughly in a way that made you cry out in pleasure and tremble, for alter Keith seemed to be almost demanding with wanting to see and enjoy your pleasure, his mind and body focused on take and take and take what he could from you, kissing your skin with occasional rough nibbles here and there, as if you were a goddess and this was his desperate way to ask you - to plead you, to spare a glance his way, still not fully believing that you could love both Keith in the same way.

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[revasserium]

I'm sending a Leon request with a prompt that has tickled the back of my mind ever since I read it on list of gesture prompts. I know you can find a way to make this magic:

possessive hand-holding

ikemen reqs r open u__u thank u @violettduchess i hope u like this... mess LOL

these hands, like gods

leon; 1,059 words; so very nearly nsfw... but not rly... oh yeah, and i simp shakespeare in case yall didnt know...

it always comes back to shakespeare, the damnable bard, a poet to end all poets — a storyteller, a truth-seeker, a dream-spinner; leon used to have to try to stay awake with a book propped in his lap. and now, he wishes his dreams could be half as breathless as all his momentary realities.

“so… they both die at the end?”

you laugh, pressing a finger to his lips; he catches it in his own hand, skimming a kiss by your wrist.

“shh… spoilers!”

leon blinks, still chasing shivers up the length of your arm, kissing you till you’re breathless and his lips are at the base of your throat.

“i thought it was a classic — doesn’t everyone know how it ends already?”

you crinkle your nose, and he kisses that too.

“you didn’t, and it says so in the opening paragraph!” and though there’s nothing accusatory in your tone, he still cocks his head and smirks.

“i do now — and what can i say? i’m hooked,” he says, his voice a bone-deep rumble as it works up through his chest into yours, “you should take responsibility.”

“f-for what? making you more cultured?”

leon scoffs then, propping himself up on an elbow as he lays next to you, the pair of you for once blessedly alone in your chambers, the now-finished play about star-crossed lovers lying face down on the sheets next to you. languidly, almost lazily, he draws his hand up over your arm, tracing an absent finger along the ridge of your collarbones.

“hmmm… i don’t know if cultured is the right word for it,” he muses, and for a moment, you’re caught in the sweep of his dark lashes, in the knife-sharp intensity caught behind his eyes, like shards of shattered glass, making fractals of the afternoon light. “more like… creative.”

and his fingers find yours, lacing one through another, curling, pressing, the movement slow and sure and somehow sensual in a way that you never realized that hands could be. but of course — of course they could be. and you love his hands, don’t you? you love the wide and warmth of them, the length of his fingers, the tan of his skin, the quickness and the certainty with which he wields sword and shield both.

you press your palm to his and smile.

“then…” you let your eyes flutter closed as his other hand trails up the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair, tugging ever so gently; you swallow, you gasp, you let yourself be pressed into the soft of the silken sheets, “get creative.”

leon hums, and there’s dare buried somewhere deep his throat, curling up like a purr or a growl or something smack in the middle and just as delicious.

“yeah… what was that line you liked so much again?” he asks, grazing his lips along your cheeks, pulling your hand above your head to pin it there.

“a-and palm to palm,” you recite, your breaths coming quick in your chest now, a burning, twisting heat curling up into the soft of your face, making the tips of your ears go hot, “is h-holy palmer’s kiss — ah —”

you bite your lips as leon grazes his teeth along your neck.

“mhm… then let lips do what hands do… right?” he leans back if only to catch your lips in his, the world falling away in the gravity of him and you, the push and pull, the rise and fall of bodies and breaths, and it is chasing and catching and kissing and breathing, and it is letting go too — but never your hands. always, they stay closed, twisted, entwined. even as one kiss breaks into another, and another, the friction of palm on palm never ceases.

they pray… lest faith turns to despair…

“but no despair for you, i think,” leon had said when you’d first read him the passage aloud, admitting that it’s one of your favorites, and you’d blushed like you do, because of course — of course. what else had there been to do?

“and no death for you, either,” you’d chided, because that was always a more pressing concern.

leon had shrugged, grinning as he looks back at the text, tracing his fingers beneath the well-inked lines.

“well… there’s one kind of death i wouldn’t mind…”

you’d frowned, watched him carefully. but his grin had been cat-like, almost leonine.

“a kind of death?”

“yes — ‘la petit mort’ — you know what it means?” and by now, his smile had gone cheshire-wide and it takes you a moment before you’d squawked and tried to bury your face in the nearest soft thing. which had, incidentally, been your hands.

“leon!”

and he’d laughed, breaking over the sound, leaning back, his shoulders shaking, his eyes cast up and closed, the sound of it sweet and warm as honey.

but now, like this, with your hand held in his, pinned over your head, his lips pressed to the pulse of your heart, your throat bared, your mind unwinding and askew as he trails his free hand along the bend of your waist, you can’t help thinking that he’s right.

if there is a kind of death to pray for… it would be this.

no despair for either of us, you think rather defiantly, only pleasure.

you make yourself that promise as you tug leon up for another soul-searing kiss.

and no death but this one kind, you think as he grins against your lips, striking fire inside you as kindling to a flame, setting you ablaze.

“look at me,” he says, his voice gentle, and you do. you look at him, and in him you find everything — everything you had ever searched for, every truth, every poem, every fairy-tale ending. every story that your body had ever wanted to tell.

“kiss me,” you say. and he does.

and as his hand slowly makes it’s way back up the side of your body to tug at the layers still keeping you apart, you let yourself be lost. you curl your fingers around his, feel the heat of his palm against yours.

you close your eyes — and pray.

[writer-akihiko]

Hi, this is the first time doing this but may I ask for one for Ikeprince where Belle was the childhood friend for the princes but they lost contact after many years and only meet again during the prologue. Thank you.

Rekindled Connection: IkePri Princes

I've officially returned! Thank you to everyone who's waited honestly. Also, I assume that you don't want me to spoil any content, so a few characters are omitted from the ask such as Gilbert, Silvio and Keith. Contains spoilers for Leon's and Luke's route mainly, but the rest are route spoilers inclined.

"The new Belle of Rholodite, YN." Sariel announced.

Jin Grandet

Even before the meeting, he dreaded the day to meet the new Belle. He was careful to hide his discontent from someone like Sariel and his younger brothers, promising to never involve himself with Belle

Your careful entrance to the hall where the princes gathered was expected, but Jin didn't expect… you. His princely seductive smile faltered, his face drawn to a harsh scowl instead

He knew who you were. He didn't know if the rest did,  but it didn't cross his mind as his fist slammed against the table

Leon and Chevalier stopped their welcoming greetings, the princes' eyes on their eldest. Jin stormed out, clutching you by the arm, before glowering at Sariel. "She was never supposed to be a part of this."

Your soft protests rang in his ears down the hallway, before Jin pulled you tight to his chest

"YN… Why did you become the Belle?" His voice near breaking, he'd never wish such a fate upon you, even if it was your way of reconnecting with him

The guards slowly closed on him, however, with Jin as your shield, the common guards couldn't bear the thought of harming the first Prince Jin Grandet

Nearing the gardens, you struggled enough to pull away from the prince who suddenly seized you. The frenzy of the day got to you, unable to even lift your head in front of the country's princes… The fear rushed to your head that one of the princes wanted to take you immediately

All panic fled once you saw the man with the brown hair who you met oh so long ago. "Jin…?"

He stopped, regretfully turning to you. "I'll explain more later," He said, glancing back at the advancing guards. "Trust me one more time, YN."

Chevalier Michel

Oh, how he wanted to curse his deceased father from beyond the grave… There was a note of familiarity when he first saw you

As much as he wanted to be delighted, his position was too fragile. He couldn't protect you definitely from those corrupt nobles

He let a few days past, before he heard a knock to his office door. You were there, as he predicted. You would've seeked him out, one way or another

He allowed Clavis and Nokto to be in the same room, so he wasn't surprised when your smiles and clumsy behaviour turned solemn upon meeting him

"I didn't mean to, Chev." You began. The other princes wondered how were you so bold to address the prince without title, much less a nickname

He hushed his brothers, before turning to Clavis. Whispers of preparations filled the room, before Chevalier got up, exiting the room just before whispering in your ear to follow Clavis' words

The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included

He had left, not sparing much of a glance to you. He's been pissed off the entire week due to you being Belle. He read your letters of your explanation before, remembering that it was tucked with the past writings he kept from you since you both were children

Of course things wouldn't go smoothly, with how cunning Sariel was. Nokto and Luke getting drunk with their older brother Jin was as much proof as he needed, and soon you were kept from him

Clavis and you weren't oblivious to the situation. Being forbidden from leaving the palace until you made your decision made your and Chevalier's life ever more difficult. It wasn't something you expected, but sooner it became more comfortable even with the sudden addition of secret lessons of queendom here and there as Chevalier wrote that it was for you

Your lives were still as separated as before, but the letters were ever so warm as you both hid behind the guise of your titles. It was not time yet to be reunited with your childhood lover, so all Chevalier could do was send you a rose from afar…

Clavis Lelouch

The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included

He couldn't believe that you were that person oh so long ago, and neither can you. Clavis now was unlike before, perhaps it was better to focus on the task at hand

He stumbled over you upon the first meeting, but you made an effort to avoid him afterwards… but gosh darn was this man persistent

Bringing up things of the past, wondering if you had him in your heart… How were you supposed to know that he was a prince all those years ago? The time it was only nailed into your head was when the soldiers showed up was to threaten your loved ones

All these years and he wasn't a prince who'd comply to such rules. The opportunity given by Sariel was a way to make things better at home, so you insisted to follow them by the book

Somehow someway, Clavis Lelouch finds a way where it was just a moment between you two. The aloof prince gone, and a glimpse of perhaps the shy prince you once fell for

"Back then, maybe I did care, Clavis," You said. "It's not the time for me to be nice to you anymore. I ask you do not address me as if I were your friend."

He held on to you, stating how he never forgot your kindness towards him and how he too was forced to throw you away. "Just once, may we begin anew?"

Multiple instances of his pleas and your wavering heart finally was his. The pace was by your terms as there were clearly rules against your relationship Not like Clavis cared much for the rules anyway…

He got a kick out of giving a few nobles a heart attack after oh so kindly threatening them to denounce his title if they deny your marriage…

Leon Dompteur

He doesn't mention it at first, as he wanted to confirm his suspicions. Back then, you were the young girl who would secretly hand them off food when your family bakery was near its closing

He remembered how you still continued such, even after his adoption. For years he had to find you once again after news of your family migrating to Obsidian. You being Belle is simply another part of you that would give him the pleasure of getting to know you once more

How you returned, he'd never knew. His other brothers must've realised how much you piqued the interest of Leon so much so that he invited you often for small talks

From a few moments of conversing, he doubted that you remembered him. Nonetheless, he wanted to know more about the one who saved him back then

The sliver of friendship back then began to grow into companionship. You were someone that Leon could visibly relax around, and Leon was someone you could forget your duties with

It wasn't until Yves found that you had a knack for baking, and soon your goodies were presented to Leon's faction Your good friend takes nothing but a loaf of bread, not even the sweets you laboured over…

It made you quite curious, yet you couldn’t help but giggle from the adorable Leon's face stuffed with bread

As you stare longer at his stuffed face, the roundness of his cheek and his glinting smile… It was a moment of dejavu. Particularly the small boy back then who would always smile after you gave him bread…

Shaking off the connection, you excused yourself as you tried to recount any memories of the boy and Leon. It was uncanny for sure, but the conclusions drawn up in your head were too close to be ignored

"I had a feeling you figured it out," The voice belonging to none other than Leon emerged next to you. "Hello YN, I've missed you."

Yves Kloss

He was… surprised to say the least. He was silent the entire meeting, not moving from his chair even at your personal introduction to him

He at first, was unsure if you recognised him. Everything that you knew of him back then… he’s a different Yves now. The childish promises weren’t something that he should believe in again

Back then, he was a hopeless child, wishing to the little girl in his eyes who was his princess with a promise of marriage. “YN… pwease marry me when… when I’m bigger!”

The mortifying scenarios that repeated back in his head only served to push him away from you. It’s best if you forgot about him really, as much as he feels inclined to uphold his promise…

Jealousy did not catch him when he saw you amongst his brothers, but the irritation of some of them to pursue you so recklessly made him want to jump in at the chance

He wasn’t being demanding, was he? It was only a simple invitation to a tea party… with just him involved. Well, anything to get you away from Nokto really

He noticed you carried with you a flower ring, usually of any strays from the gardeners. You’d keep it around your ring finger ever so tightly, being frightened if it were to fall off

Oh… what an idiotic child Yves was. He proposed to you with a flower ring. All these years, you’d waited for him

His constant glances at your finger, particularly the flower, made you laugh. “Belle… YN… You knew it was me didn’t you?”

You picked up one of his favourite tarts, holding it to his face. “And if I said yes, would you finally replace this flower ring on my finger with a real one?”

Licht Klein

He wasn’t someone that would attract too much attention, especially with how boisterous and loud the others were. Yet, he couldn’t shake your gaze off of him. Why were you so attentive to him?

There was some note of familiarity to how you acted. There was no air of nobility about you, instead a comfort that was akin to a friend that kept his attention

It… began to be distracting for him. Not an annoyance like Clavis, but distracting enough to be a constant reminder throughout his day. It was… a welcomed distraction, if he was fully honest with himself

The day where you observed your duties as Belle could make him care less, however the times where you were scheduled to visit made him much more active. His brothers saw his much more vocal participation in such meetings

Much to Licht’s own detriment, Clavis and Leon of all people, always informed where your location was. Leon much less, but he’d always find a way to give Licht a heads up. Clavis was much more of an annoyance, but Jin was the worst, giving Licht money to buy ‘nicer clothes to impress YN’

It was not until you gifted him a woven bracelet did he remember you. Unable to deny the flood of memories that struck him, he pulled you into a soft embrace, sniffling tears that stained your dress. Murmurs of ‘why didn’t you tell me’ and apologies spilled from him

All you did was reply, saying how much you missed him as you stroked his back gently. Yes, you were the little girl who always played with him and Nokto, constantly comforted Licht’s lonely moments until you were forcefully taken away from him

By law, the land you resided in belonged to Jade instead, and all form of contact lost except for a woven bracelet you last left when you played together. He kept it with him, treasuring it even to its last threads

As he thought about it, your predicament only angered him. You did not deserve to be thrown into a castle of beasts, surrounded by only those who wish to use you

His trajectory as a prince now included you, to free you from any burdens as Belle. He acts in secret, just as his feelings towards you. It is not the right time to tell you, so locked shall his affections be

Nokto Klein

He doesn’t recall you. None of it really. He truly made a fool of himself when it came to you. An honest fool in fact…

Nothing to you clicked for him. Really, it’s not his fault, given that you two were about the age of toddlers when you played with each other. You didn’t know it was him either, continuing on your days as normal

Nokto regardless was a flirtatious man to you. His affections did not cease, yet he’s drawn to you for your utter perseverance to refuse him. The person who really comforted you was none other that Licht, his own brother. Nokto found his twin embracing you in joy one day, and he was utterly confused

He trailed you and his twin, until the point he reached the servant’s quarters. What were you two doing there? Surely, Nokto thought that you were in a secret relationship with his own brother! One of the princes… It frustrated him so, realising that the flirtations turned to genuine love for you

He was being cynical, wanting to catch you and use such information against you but he stopped when Licht took out a beaded necklace to give to you. One that belonged to their mother’s loyal maid…

“How dare you?!” He stormed the room, ready to draw his sword to his own brother and you. Licht knew how much such memories meant to Nokto. The loyal maid in question was one who cared for them in the absence of their mother, in happier times…

“How dare I? How dare you!” You argued back, clutching the necklace. “This was my mother’s!” You ran out the door, leaving the two princes in shock

Licht simply looked at his brother in distaste, “I don’t have to spell everything out for you.” Heeding the words of his twin, he searched for you. It was not difficult, considering your limitations and boundaries within the castle walls.

For once in his life, he apologised. With full sincerity. “I didn’t realise you were… her. It all makes sense,” He added. “Your mother... she meant a lot to me.”

The comforting silence that hung between you two was enough for Nokto. His feelings would come after another apology, one for his jealousy and another for confessing his feelings. He would hope you waited, just as he did

Luke Randolph

He didn’t want to meet you personally, since any past connections would ruin his purpose being there. It would hurt to explain anything and everything that happened after you left

He was a silent observer, going out of his way to make sure your adjustment to the castle was as well as it could be. You were still surrounded by the beasts he called as his brothers after all

Despite his refusal to meet you, you find a way to surprise him regardless. He was often the consumer for your sweets, especially your honeyed cookies. It was too hard to pass up!

The differences in your schedules lead to your once childish exchange of letters. Small notes of ‘We’re meeting up right?’ or ‘Remember to bring some snacks…’ passed between you, reigniting the cheerful friendship once again

He often thinks to skip his missions and meetings that aren’t in the palace. He knew he was getting attached, and that was dangerous. Yet… seeing you innocently reading in the garden makes him want to abandon everything he’s worked for

He doesn’t end up skipping work due to your persistence, but regardless he is skipping if it involves escorting you anywhere. It’s just another hangout, with fancier clothes and food

Ah… he’s going crazy. The second time he’s escorting you, it hits him. It hits him hard how much he cares for you. It’s dangerous really, but he’s a beast. Danger often follows the beast…

Afterwards, he’s more forward, especially with his brothers that you’re his. Some understand, some intend to tease while others have the intention to pry you from his hands. They’ll have to deal with his bared fangs first

It’s a stupid decision to tell you everything, but many nights with a burden would bring anyone’s shoulders down. Those in the past, how much they mean to him… To him, you matter the most, when you hug your bear, allowing him to weep

Some things are left in the dark, but as they are brought to light, he hopes you’re able to face it with him together. “YN… if anything… put yourself first before me okay? Just like last time…”

[oigimi]

. silvio parent hcs ! .

Very deliberately, you and Silvio have quite a few kids.

Your firstborn is a baby boy, with your hair color and Silvio’s deep blue eyes.

He’s really fussy, always crying out for his mom’s attention.

Silvio dotes on his son, but he always gravitates towards you.

It’s the Benitoite(Italian) in him.

After your first son, you have another.

The eldest boy loves his little brother, and they’re the best of friends.

Even though the oldest has a sharing problem with his toys.

After the second boy is a third, who ends up being a lot more shy and timid next to his brothers.

Silvio begins to wonder if you’re ever going to have a daughter.

He loves all his sons, and would do any and everything for them, but deep down he really wanted a daughter with you.

And then, on your fourth and final delivery, she arrives.

A tiny girl, who looks just like you.

Needless to say, your husband is over the moon.

He’s always holding her and buying her the finest toys, blankets, and clothes money could possibly buy.

That’s not to say he doesn’t spoil your boys either, but your daughter has definitely earned a special place in Silvio’s heart.

At first it can seem overwhelming being one of two girls in the Ricci family, but make no mistake: This is a female-run family.

Silvio is completely whipped for you and your daughter both, and basically will do anything you want.

Very stereotypical Italian father, lovingly rough with his sons and bending over backwards for his daughter.

Your boys are completely devoted to you too.

They’re also really overprotective of their sister.

The headstrong eldest, second in-command second-born, and soft-spoken third boy create quite a defense force for you both against anyone, be it annoying palace staff, rude attendants, or mean playmates to your daughter.

Speaking of your third boy, Silvio takes special care of him.

You’d expect him to be hard on him, and he can be sometimes, but he has a lot of compassion for him, since he reminds him of you and your pure heart.

He’s mellowed out quite a bit since marriage.

His favorite thing to do is go on family trips with you all, showing his kids the love and kindness he never got as a child.

It takes some adjustment, and he can be awkward with some aspects of parenthood, but he really means well for all four of your kids.

The five of you are really a blessing to him, one he isn’t sure he always deserves.

But he tries his hardest every day to make up for the mistakes he had to suffer at the hands of his own father, by adoring you and your children.

He’s always willing to hug them when they need it, and do something to brighten their day.

If it’s something that he knows he would’ve needed growing up, he wants to give it to them.

[allovertheplace-writing]

Ikemen Prince

"Feeling like an empty shell, sinking to the ocean's floor despite the current that wishes to carry me ashore.."

Character(s): Leon

Genre: Hurt / Comfort

Type: Headcanon

Description: As much of a husk as you feel you are, there's still that overwhelming sense of suffocation. Perhaps a night-time trek will allow you to finally breathe?

Warning(s): Depression, Possibly Unsettling Descriptors of The Emotional Pain, Reader has Hair(Length Not Mentioned), (Currently Not Writing for Ikepri, Don't Request it)

➢ Leon

The sounds which danced upon your ears belonged to the storm that raged just beyond your window

Rumbling thunder and pounding rain against the scratching of your pen and rattling of the stained glass which held it all at bay

Somehow, it only made you feel trapped

As if you were between the walls - smooshed with no way out

Everything seemed muffled yet equally as clear

Even as you took a breath and leaned back from your work, the tides of pressure continued to rise into the harbor of your mind

Your hands rise to cup your cool cheeks, fingers brushing delicately beneath your eyes

And, with a shift of your legs, you find yourself standing from your cluttered desk

Every movement felt foreign, almost far away

As if your heart was the one making the decisions rather than your mind

But you couldn't quite feel anything anymore

The suffocation, the ache, had dulled into nothingness

Did you...finally break?

Your environment changed quickly, transforming from the earthly tones of your room to the soft hues of the porcelain-like hallway you traversed often

You were running, you realized

The heel of your shoe hitting the well-polished floor was loud yet it was a mere thumping against your ears, but you noticed it

And you also noticed a hum, barely there and tired

At least until a warmth settled on your arm

"(Y/n)?"

It was a hand, it's grip firm

You were turned, gently, and held in place

"Hey, are you alright?"

Your lungs ached when you took in a sharp breath

And you became all too aware of your trembling lips and burning eyes

You almost couldn't register who had grabbed you; reached out for you

But only one person had eyes dusted a muddy gold and hair as unruly as vines

"I-"

Caught in your throat, your words die by the time they get to your tongue

So you settle for a simple lift and shake of your head as the air halts within your lungs

Your body was brought forward, an arm slipping to the small of your back - a hand curling around your head until it was tucked beneath his chin

Almost like a damn, the tears rushed past your lashes and fell until they dripped from your jaw

It felt like you were breathing for the first time all over again

You could feel the crisp air on your skin and his breath atop your head

And you could feel your body shake within his arms

Everything you had lost mere moments ago...came crashing back into you

"I don't know what happened, Leon."

Your voice came out in quiet, broken sobs, wavering as if you were trying to whisper beneath your breath

It rose and lowered and then mellowed out before rising again

"I, I was fine and then I-"

There was a hush, and then a soft squeeze

"...you don't have to explain, (Y/n)."

His hand slowly smoothed down your hair, hesitant yet committed

"Just let it out.."

[manunelle]

Ikemen Princes in Panem (a The Hunger Games AU!)

I started to write these scenarios (or headcanons? no idea how to categorize this) after I finished rewatching the franchise's four movies, so most of these are self-indulgent.

My original plan was to write about all the characters, but I had to stop to finish some assignments, so I had no time to finish it and I don't know if I'll continue it. Well, might as well post it here to share with the fandom.

Just for contextualization, the order of winner of each game is: Sariel > Jin > Gilbert > Chevalier > Clavis > Silvio > Leon > Keith > Yves > Rio > Licht > Nokto > Luke > Emma

JIN GRANDET 

District: 9 - Grain 

Age: 17 

Weapon: martial arts, dagger. 

Kills: 3

District 9 (Grain) 

An only son of a sick farmer woman, was chosen as a tribute when he was 17 years old. 

Despised the whole concept of the game, but pretended well enough to receive the public’s sympathy and a few patrons that could sponsor him throughout the game. 

Trained mostly body combat, but was also able to manage a few weapons, like the sword and dagger. 

Managed to form an alliance with a few tributes when the game started. Due to his charismatic and protective behavior towards his peers, most of them younger than him, he received the nickname big brother. 

Refused to kill other participants, only knocking them out or incapacitating them when necessary, which kind of angered the producers. This resulted in him and his group having to fight a few beasts and earthquakes that came their way. 

As the game progressed, and the number of participants decreased, his group disbanded against his protests, too afraid to stick together. Only one little girl stayed with him, a young girl from district 12 named Leyla, too afraid to go off on her own. Jin swore to protect the girl, even if it cost his own life. 

However, due to conflict with other participants, the two became separated for a few instants, only for Jin to find the little girl being tortured by another tribute. 

Jin broke their neck, his first death in the whole game. He had become a murderer. 

Leyla was severely injured, and he was certain that there was no medicine that could help her. Watching the girl agonizing, crying for her real big brother in pain, Jin decided to end her life quickly, stabbing her in a place that instantly ceased her life. 

Survived the rest of the game by hiding and avoiding conflict with the remaining tributes. However, had to fight for his life against the last remaining tribute, stabbing them to death with his hidden dagger. 

Due to his gentle manner and charismatic personality, Jin was intentionally one of the capitol’s darlings, which resulted in him having to stay there longer after the games ended. When he returned home, he was welcomed by the somber looks of his neighbors and the grave of his mother. 

The whole experience left a bitter taste in Jin’s mouth, the usual smile on his face hiding the burning anger he felt within. As an adult,he started to drink and to seek the company of women, trying to find comfort in their warmth. 

As a winner, he was given the responsibility of mentoring other tributes, trying to make the experience as unpleasant as possible for the children he encountered. He also uses his assets to sponsor the tributes, helping them with food, medicine and other elements that might help them survive.

CHEVALIER MICHEL 

District:  3 - Technology 

Age: 16

Weapon: All weapons, but mostly swords 

Kills: around 15 (The most brutal) 

The heir of a distinguished family, Chevalier didn’t even falter when his name was read. He'd better get this shit over with as quick as possible. Despite his aloofness, he could not get rid of the heavy sensation of his chest when none of his family came to watch him go. 

Did not bother trying to gain the Capitol’s love, openly criticizing the whole thing while on interview. Also avoided the other tributes that tried to seek an alliance, which made him both a threat and a target. 

Everybody was shocked while watching him training – he mastered any weapon that touched his hands. And not only that, he exceeded all the tests regarding plants, soil, scavenger, etc.

When the games started, he assumed a fight position always, never fleeing from anyone. This resulted in some conflicts (I imagine around 7-9), which ended quickly with him collecting supplies completely bloodied. 

By the end of day 3, there were only him and another 6 participants alive. 

Since the capitol was not a fan of him, they did everything they could to disturb him, from extreme heat waves to depriving him of food and water. However, Chevalier managed to surpass it, finding ways to survive that most people had no idea could exist. 

During the feast, which was happening right in the middle of an artificial lake, Chevalier managed to electrocute the remaining six tributes, officially becoming the winner of his edition. 

Left the arena drenched in blood, a feral shine on his eyes. To this day, he is still called the brutal beast. 

Did not grant interviews nor accepted any gifts, returning directly to his home. His grandfather welcomed him, but not his mother, not that he was surprised. He went directly to his study, grabbing and burrowing his nose in a romance novel that he could not finish before the games. 

Sort of became a recluse, only leaving home when necessary or when threats against his family came from the capitol. Unfortunately, he was given the responsibility of mentoring other tributes, which, again, unfortunately, made him crossways with the purple hellcat. 

CLAVIS LELOUCH 

District: 3 - Technology 

Age: 15 

Weapon: Dagger, bombs

Kills: around 7 

Don’t let his appearance nor his gentle words deceive you, because his actions and pranks have been dangerous ever since he was a little boy. And that’s probably why his family and friends could have the luxury of feeling hopeful – if there was someone that could pull it off, it was their Clavis. 

He left his hometown with a wide smile on his face, waving joyfully as the train led him towards the capitol. Thank god his dear mother and friends could not see how awfully he was trembling from such a great distance, because he could not bear to see their worried faces. 

“How foolish.”

Oh yes, if his situation was not good enough, Clavis had been given the most useful and amicable mentor that one could have: the brutal beast, the one who had killed most of the tributes in the previous edition. 

He felt intimidated by his presence, sure, but he wished Chevalier was at least a few years older so that he could take this a bit more seriously. But Clavis knew that age didn’t matter in this situation, so he held his tongue. 

Despite having Chev as his mentor, Clavis ended up doing almost everything on the contrary of what the blonde had done the previous year. With his charming smile and charismatic words, he soon gained the love of the capital, becoming the darling. He engaged in idle chat with the other tributes, offering false advice and manipulating one into despising the other, and vice versa. 

Chevalier trained him in most weapons, practically beating his ass into learning how to use every single one of them. Despite his coldness, he offered a few advices on strategy and how to scavenge for food and supplies. 

Clavis dreaded the day they would take him to the arena, something that Chevalier had realized from day one, trying his best to offer as much as he could to the younger boy. The two would never admit it, but they developed a bond during the training. 

When the games started, he avoided conflict with the other tributes at first, grabbing a weapon and a bag with supplies and running as far as he could. Started to sabotage other people’s camping and stealing their supplies. Sometimes, he would even set a few bombs around, climbing into a tree to see the chaos unroll. However, this strategy soon wore off, having been spotted by a few participants. So he had no choice but to finish them off, so that they could not spread the info to other participants. 

Had several sponsors who sent him food, fresh water, medicine, weapons, even a few luxuries like a blanket and a comb, so that he could brush his gorgeous hair and look presentable to the public. 

Oh yes, the public. This edition of the games was the one with the most audience, all thanks to Clavis, who managed to win the hearts of the public, cheering his name on the streets. 

Was wounded on his wrist by an arrow, only escaping death due to the producers intervention, who chose that hour to start a ginormous earthquake that opened a hole on the floor, swallowing his attacker mercilessly. 

Hid the rest of the game, only appearing again when the last remaining participant searched for him. Sneaking behind them, Clavis sliced their throat in a quick motion. As they agonized, choking in their own blood, Clavis stepped back, a horrified expression on his face. He left the arena with a trembling smile, his pale complexion almost giving away all the horror and disgust he felt. 

Went to all the interviews and meetings the capitol requested, always smiling and laughing with the public, as if he had not just been fighting for his life a few days ago. Whenever he returned to his room, trembling with a furious expression, Chevalier would scoff at him, seeing right through his acting. 

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know things were going to be this way.”

Oh, how he wished he was strong enough to beat that guy’s ass. 

When he returned home, he finally shed the tears he had been holding, crying in his mother’s arms like a little child. Clavis felt so ashamed of himself, for having to pretend all the time that the blood on his hands was unimportant. 

In the years after his edition, Clavis was also granted the responsibility of mentoring the new tributes, a bitter taste on his tongue whenever it was announced that another district 3 tribute had been killed. It makes him disgusted that he could not be as useful as Chevalier had been to him. If only he could know more, if only he could train them to be stronger like Chevalier had done to him. That’s why he starts reading so much, gathering as much knowledge he can so that at least one life can be saved. 

Talking about Chevalier, they meet from time to time, with Clavis pestering the brutal beast’s life. 

LEON DOMPTEUR 

District: 2 - Masonry 

Age: 14

Weapon: sword, body combat

Kills: 4

An orphan that has worked as a servant of a wealthy family as far as he can remember. 

When Leon was chosen, he was scared and angry, but nobody paid attention to the emotions of an orphan. 

Openly criticized the games during interviews, making him a target of the capitol. However, he could not care less, since he had nothing to lose to them. This absurd, or brave, behavior resulted in a few admirers, who even started fanclubs to cheer for him during the games. Leon was not aware of these until the end of the game, since the capitol hid it very well. 

This boy is not an actor, everything that leaves his tongue is genuine. In other words, the tributes around him could easily see who were his friends and who were his enemies. 

Managed to make friends with a few other tributes, who were weaker and more scared than him. Leon was really protective of them, since it was the first time he had such a close relationship with other children. 

Jin was Leon’s main sponsor throughout the game. Maybe because he saw himself in the young boy, or because he had pitied the young orphan that was despised by the capitol. 

Managed to grab a long-sword and a few supplies during the cornucopia bloodbath, having to enter conflict with a few other tributes. Ended up knocking one out and having to kill another, running off into the woods.

Had to fight against other tributes that tried to hunt him down, but mostly stayed hidden in caves and bushes. Was forced out of his hiding place mostly because of the producers, who would send flocks of beasts his way. 

Leon discovered that most of his friends had been killed during the first day, with only one, Julius, remaining alive. Grieving, he searched for the boy through the whole arena. When he finally found the boy, the happiness of it was cut short. Julius launched towards him, sword in hand, and the two boys entered a mortal combat. Julius died, Leon didn’t. 

He felt distant from everything throughout the rest of the edition, fighting when necessary, but mostly walking around the arena, his empty eyes ignoring the corpses scattered around the floor. 

When the last remaining tribute consumed poisoned water, Leon became the winner of his edition. He ignored the applause and interviews, feeling empty. 

This only stopped when Jin took him under his wing, comforting him and giving him advice (free therapy lol) about how to cope with the trauma. 

Leon managed to pretend to hide his feelings better post-game, always smiling and greeting fans and interviewers. However, he never stopped criticizing the capitol’s actions, always giving speeches about how the slaughter of children should cease at once.

He sort of becomes an inspiration to the people, who start to rebel against the capitol’s forces and promote riots and attacks towards it. 

[corpiote]

(cough cough) chev's romantic route but not a happy end (cough cough)

[etheries1015]

Yk throughout Lilia's past thing I wonder why in the old OLD wars people don't use verbal bullying as a weapon- Killing is already included in physical bullying so why not go all out?

Imagine past Lilia with this one friend aka you who fights the annoying humans with money, curses, and (out of pocket) words instead of the traditional going to war way. Verbal bullying can reduce the enemy's morals (probably).

"Instead of worrying about our MoRaLs, why don't you start worrying over YOUR DRIER THAN THE AFTERGLOW SAVANNAH SCALP"

"Our ruler's temper isn't too good, but that kingdom's ruler is bad tempered AND ugly"

"If yall didn't stink so much, maybe the faes wouldn't have found you so easily"

Also

You: You should watch your steps, the floor of this mansion is slippery after all :)

Enemy: Is that a veiled threat?

You: What veil?

People say that the place where faes live are surrounded by thorns, but you have thorns in your mouth ;)

NO BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY. Instead of using your incredibly impressive fighting skills (Lilia has seen firsthand) you first choose the most outrageous and...unique insults and strategies he had ever heard and seen his entire life. Sometimes Lilia can't tell if you are truly affected by the fighting, or if you had gone simply insane and cannot feel complex emotions; numb, to be frank. Upon asking you such questions, In response you shared to your comrades; "Some people cope by sadness and despair, others cope by humor and lightheartedness. I choose the latter- for I would rather live my life smiling at the most ridiculous of things than sit in a puddle of my own tears and trauma."

Thus, you delve deep into the theatrics as a way to distract yourself from the true horror of things.

"Dang, you really went to war looking like THAT? Even I would pity you, and that says a lot!"

"You have the intelligence of a soggy piece of bread! Didn't you hear ANYTHING about subtly?"

"Oh yeah, you're definitely first to die in any scenario. You check all the boxes. I'm surprised you haven't managed to kill yourself by now! Congrats!"

"You're living proof that you do not need to be funny to be considered a clown!"

"damn, human AND ugly? Pick a struggle, to have both is truly a crime!"

I imagine that this MC really enjoys distracting people with long winded prologues or speeches. With fake tears in their eyes, sobbing in front of a wave of humans with their arm up to the sky-

"I would like to thank my mother for this grand opportunity, my pet snake, and my dear beloved and far too soon departed friend Lilia-"

you hear from a distance an annoyed fae yell "I'm not dead!"

you ignore him.

"And to all of you, my grand audience, for granting me this wonderful chance to demonstrate what it truly means to be ignorant."

Confused glances around the humans- before collective screaming as they are all falling into a pit that you lead them to. Lilia catches up to you and stares at the handful of human soldiers who fell into your trap with hands resting on his hip and raised eyebrows, glancing over at you impressed.

"Clever, yet...strangely obtuse. Good distraction, it's almost embarrassing to call you one of our strongest generals with your antics..." He hummed before his face taking a flat and annoyed look as you reveled dramatically in his praises.

"Why can't you be normal."

Reader being incredibly childish yet super clever like Clavis from ikemen prince and the personality of Furina from Genshin impact SDLOIHLJ

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

You aren’t disproving the butler lover allegations

[Referencing this post!]

OKAY BUT I'VE NEVER DENIED THAT THAT'S A TROPE I LIKE, I’VE BEEN PRETTY OPEN ABOUT THIS 🤡

Related: I don’t know if it’s book 7, all the Silver-adjacent designs I’ve been seeing in other mobile games I’ve been playing (Elbert from Ikemen Villains and Alkaid + Cael from Lovebrush Chronicles), the realization that Silver is a prince/knight/“big brother” figure, my middle-school “I like princes/knights/big bros” phase resurfacing, or a combination of all four factors… but recently, I’ve found myself enjoying Silver a lot more 🤔 Well, a certain kind of Silver at least. I'm not fully reverting back to liking "vanilla" characters but instead it's mixing with my updated "villainous" interests and is resulting in a weird scenario of me trying my darndest to get Silver to break and go apeshit (while Silver is oblivious and confused about why I'm shouting at him to "step on me"; "... Won't that hurt? I don't want to harm you." "THAT'S THE POINT, THAT'S THE WHOLE POOOOOINT--")

And now, relevant memes:

[aquagirl1978]

Hello! I’d like to request for the Naughty or Nice celebration for Ikemen Villains and Ikemen Prince that you’re currently holding.

I’d like to request my new insomnia-plagued husband, Ellis Twilight with a nice to naughty (not considered smut, but like an insinuating prologue to smut that ends just about when clothes are about to be unbuttoned, if you get what I’m saying?) scenario where Ellis discovers the comfortable wonders of his female lover’s body, specifically using tits as a pillow and a nice ass as a stress ball, if that would be alright with you.

And I know it might be a bit fast, but I’m so excited for Ikemen Villains!!! I wanna romance Ellis already!!!

Anyway, I hope this request isn’t asking too much of you, please do take all the time you need! I hope you have a lovely morning/day/afternoon/evening/night and eat plenty of food and drink plenty of wa-wa! Thank you for taking the time to read this request!!!

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Hi @onegianthotmess - thank you for this request. I hope I captured the essence of what you were looking for (I kinda didn't stop before clothes were unbottoned - whoops). Hope you have a great day!

Fade Into You

A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event Pairing: Ellis Twilight x Reader Prompt: nice to naughty exploring his partner's body Word Count: 644 Tags: fluff to spicy (no smut); reader is afab (no pronouns used)

Requests open for Naughty or Nice event

A soft knock at your door snapped you out of your reverie. “Come in,” you called out to your visitor, curious to know who was behind the door.

The door opened slowly; your smile was wide and bright as you recognized the familiar mop of wavy locks as dark as the night sky. 

“I didn't think you'd be back this early,” you said pleasantly surprised. Ellis had left for a mission earlier that day; as you were saying your goodbyes he had told you not to expect him back before bedtime.

“Yeah, well, things didn't go as planned and Jude had to step in.” Ellis shoved his hands in his pockets as he gazed at you expectantly. 

“Lay down with me?” you asked sweetly, patting the spot to your right, inviting him to join you.

With a soft smile, he silently crossed the room, his long legs carrying him in just a few quick strides. He took a seat at the edge of the bed; rolling over onto the mattress, he curled his body next to yours. 

“...so soft…” he mumbled, his face nuzzled against your warm chest, his long arm thrown casually over your waist. Your hand cupped the back of his head, your fingers gently stroking the strands of his hair.

It felt so nice and comfortable, lying in bed with your body enveloped by Ellis’s, you wished you could stay like that forever. He pressed his body closer against yours – if he got any closer, he might melt into you, your bodies fading into one another. 

Not that you would mind, you thought as you looked down at Ellis. He looked so serene resting on you, his eyes closed and a soft smile gracing his lip. 

Wondering if he was asleep, you glanced out the window. It wasn’t yet night, the twilight sky still bathed in the very last rays of the sun. 

His touch was gentle at first, just his thumb ghosting the curve of your hip. So gentle, you barely felt it. When his hand shifted, his fingers splayed along your hip, pressing into your skin, you felt it. Squeezing your soft flesh in his hand, he coaxed a sweet sigh to escape your lips. 

No, he most definitely was not asleep.

Ellis tilted his face, his eyes darkening with desire as he met yours. Silently, he shifted his body until he was hovering over you, close enough for you to feel his heat. Your lips parted in anticipation, sighing softly as he gazed into your eyes too long for your liking. 

His hips dipped, pressing against yours. Your breath hitched, your body flooding with warmth. As he brushed his thumb across your cheek, your eyelids drifted closed. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a kiss upon your waiting lips. You reached up, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He breathed a pleased sigh into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, sensual dance. 

With no sign of breaking the kiss, Ellis lifted his chest, his hands caressing your chest before his fingers found your buttons. You felt the smile in his kiss once he got the top few undone. 

His mouth wandered, his lips placing a sweet kiss on your cheek and then along your jawline, he left a trail of quick kisses. His breath hot in your ear, he whispered sweet nothings in between nipping your earlobe. Your body warmed with each kiss, one growing hungrier than the last.

When his hand slid up your skirt and his hand squeezed your backside, his fingers digging into your skin, you knew what was coming.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @themiscarnival   @coral-relevium @cyberk1ee     @kookie-my-little-sunshine    

Clinging to Ellis, your heart filled with happiness. You adored him. Trusted him. Loved him. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, ready to give yourself fully to your lover.

@pathogenic @ellisgivesmelife013 @ikemen-writer   @nightghoul381 @judejazza

@xbalayage @xenokiryu @alydra @drachonia @ranhanabi777

@silver-dahlia @lunaaka @ikesenwritings @sh0jun

[articdelilah]

Hellooo I love the teen mc concept so I'm wondering if you could do it also with Leon's faction? Thank youu

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Platonic!Ikemen Princes x Teen!Reader

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for requesting💞 Your wish is my command! Sorry for the wait!! (I know nothing about Leon so I’m sorry if he’s OOC)

Domestic Affairs Faction

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Leon tried to argue with Sariel about his choice. This girl has school and friends and life to live! It would be horrid to put such a hard task on such young shoulders. Sariel of course did not wield with Leon’s request of changing the Belle.

By her side from day 1. He showed how the factions work and what they do, their aim and motives.

After the very hard first day with Leon, they go into town to get ice cream! Or steak. Whichever one Belle is feeling after such a day.

Leon is consistently looking out for her, making sure Chevalier doesn’t say anything too honest or hurtful. If he tries, he’ll be shut down by Leon almost immediately with furrowed brows.

Very protective but not in an overbearing way. Definitely not as subtle as the other Princes. When Belle asks to let her dual with him, he thinks about it but decides against it. He promised her that once she reads all the books Sariel assigned, then he’ll dual her fair and square. Motivation!

Belle liked to observe the man work. She sat with him, asking him questions about the different subjects and affairs that are happening in Rhodolite. She asked about Obsidian but Leon tried to avoid the topic.

Obsidian wasn’t a big threat currently and perhaps it’d be better if Sariel told her? No that would be the worst case scenario.

Leon explains Obsidian’s land, why they want to invade and their current status of threat. Belle said she’d ask Chevalier about it as well, but Leon only made a sour face.

A sudden clang of two silvery swords frightened the birds which were resting in the nearby oak tree; the birds of brown feathers sore into the clear sky as a result. The air wasn’t thick with bloodlust or hatred however instead filled with adrenaline and determination. Belle had begged Leon for them to dual for as long as she could remember, doing everything in her power to get him to agree. Sparks flew in all directions as the two continued their dual, brows creased on the young Belle’s face making Leon smile. He was so proud of her, being able to read all those books in a couple of days sure is an accomplishment. In the midst of thought, Leon was abruptly pulled away from his thoughts as a cool sharp point nudged his neck. His eyes widened as he realised he let his guard down. Despite this he couldn’t help but laugh at the distaste on Belle face “Stop going easy on me! Come on! Fight me for real!”.

“I’m trying”

Jin laughed with Clavis when he met Belle. He simply loved her already!

For the first week of Belle’s stay, he always made sure she had flowers and a few lollipops in her bedroom. Everyone needs snacks right! The flowers were simply never the same colour however. On Monday the roses were red, Tuesday they were pink.

His great hand coming down to ruffle her hair and laugh when she told Jin about her worries. After all, how can you be worried with Jin by your side? If there was anything Jin could help with, you bet he did help.

Is studying alone hard? No worries. Jin is right there to help! Want a break? Jin’ll take her to town for some food!

Belle had been working hard and Jin knew that. He wanted to take some of weight off her shoulders by making her life at the palace a little easier by doing small gestures like bringing her the heavy leather bound books Sariel assigned Belle to read back to her room.

Once Jin came back to find the new Belle alone in the drawing room. He peaked his head in and noticed that she wasn’t reading any heavy leather bound book but rather staring intensely at a fashion magazine for teen nobility.

He knocked on the door to get her attention, asking the girl what she was looking at. Belle watched him next to her as she hesitantly showed him the dress she had been looking at. Her gaze averting to the rug on the floor. Jin agreeing it would look lovely on her.

Lollipops and summer nights on the balcony>>> Late night walks around the town + the palace are very common.

He introduces Belle to his favourite tavern and shows her the nightlife of Rhodolite (without the bad stuff ofc)!

Jin usually brings her to make fun of the drunks with him, dine and chat loudly about anything that really came to mind.

The 1st Prince of Rhodlite leaned on the pastel pink wall of the newest clothing store, waiting for the new Belle to finish getting changing. The whole place was filled with dresses and suits for young nobility, making it the biggest trend in the higher classes. The clothes were imported from Jade and Benodite. Jin had popped a lollipop in his mouth a few moments prior as he hummed a little song under his breath. Belle let out a little squeak in the changing room, making Jin smirk and hurry her out of the rather large stall. Her hand slowly peaked in the corner of the fabric of the curtain, pulling slowly on it to reveal herself in the same dress she was looking at in the magazine. Belle gave the 1st Prince the largest smile and spun and twirled; The dress was light green and white, adorn with lace and pearls. This particular dress was exported from Jade and it reached her knees with a large bow at the back. “Stunning Belle! But not quite finished yet” He wagged a finger and the [H/C] haired girl skipped over. Jin’s hand held a green bow that matched the dress with pearls, his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear before playing the bow in place.

“Thank you Jin! You’re the best!”

Yves was speechless at the news of Belle being a teenager. After all, being Belle is such a big responsibility! Can a teenager really handle it?

Yves takes on the new Belle under his wing, giving her a little [F/C] diary to write her notes in. She cannot forget anything of course.

Is afraid to let her out of his sight for longer than 2 hours.

He was so surprised how Belle treated him, especially that a lot of people were taught young about his bloodline. Belle however was still kind and caring despite everything she had heard in town. Yves asked her about this one day, the girl spoke that “Unless I’ve met the person, I would never claim they are evil just because of the blood that flows through their veins”

Yves has very strict with Belle, but he always made it up to her by baking her cookies or cake. Tea parties are also quite common, BUT ONLY TO TEACH BELLE TABLE MANNERS no other reason

Make overs with Yves are simply a must! Yves teaches Belle how to do her hair in complex hairstyles, the basics of colour meaning and styles of clothes worn on different occasions. Fashion is just as important as politics in the noble world after all!

Eventually Belle asked Yves if he would show her how to bake and Yves couldn’t hold the prideful smile that lit his face, he of course agreed! It was only because it was his duty as Prince however 👀

The palace was cold, silence and darkness submerging every corner it could greedily claim as its own. Despite the harsh snow outside, the kitchen was filled with warm light and cheery laughter of a Prince and a young girl. The fire crackled as the two sat on plush pillows, giggling as they engulfed in quiet chitchat. On the wooden floor lay plates of chewy cookies and sweet colourful macaroons. Belle held a plate with peach pie, struggling to hold it still as she fell into a fit of giggles once more. “That’s not even that funny!” Yves tried to pout but failed miserably as seeing Belle smiling so hard made his heart swell with pride. Sure Clavis’ prank with the cardboard cat was definitely not fun to experience, but maybe perhaps it was worth falling into Clavis’ potholes just to hear Belle’s laughter.

He was distant. Just like Chevie, he found the thing ridiculous and shook his head disapprovingly when told.

With the help of Yves and Sariel however, Belle got a chance to spend more and more time with Licht.

He tried to be rude, but Belle never took it to heart. Perhaps she knew from the start how kind he actually was. Either way, Belle being persistent was both a blessing yet curse.

Soon she became his companion. She was obviously worried about him which gave Licht motivation to be better. He never wanted her to worry about him.

Despite this Licht usually keeps his distance from her, making sure she is safe from afar.

Licht showed Belle how to ride a horse, knowing full well that Belle did something wrong to spend that extra minute with him.

Licht is always willing to sing to Belle after she had a rough day or a nightmare. He’ll stroke her hair and sing that same song his mother did, the Prince’s sweet voice lulling the girl into a sweet dream.

One day, Licht had invited Belle to visit him at the stables. She put on her best outfit before meeting him, but she was taken by surprise when Licht said this isn’t a riding lesson.

Not even the cold breeze of approaching autumn could make Licht’s heart less warm as he observed the girl near him. In her hands a basket filled with all types of flowers: coneflowers, dahlias and cosmos. Yellows, pinks and whites brought life to the brown weaved basket. Licht sat amongst the grass letting the cool air fill his lungs, his horse a couple of metres away grazing at the greenery. Belle plopped down next to him, smiling a smile that was brighter than the sun. “Close your eyes.” Licht smiled softly at the girl. She giggled when she closed her eyes, waiting patiently. Carefully picking the flowers with the longest stems, Licht’s fingers braiding the flowers over each other. He did this for a minute before placing the flower crown on the now impatient Belle who was starting to complain. Her eyes shot open and her hands began to delicately inspect the flowers which adorned her soft hair. Her eyes squinted with cheerfulness. Licht’s silent moment of his own happiness becoming brighter as the girl pounced on the once lonely wolf. The 6th Prince held her close, swearing that he will protect his sister. After all, they say that blood is thicker then water of the womb.

If you like my work, feel free to request!! Thank you for reading and Goodbye my Doves🕊️🌙

[revasserium]

Hi! It's me, I'm the problem Jazz again 🤣

Ikemen Prince ask for either Leon or Silvio with prompt number 88 please 🙏 ♥️

send me a number and a character :)

priceless (88. This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.)

silvio; 1,374 words, fluff and... fluff LOL this is only tangentially inspired by the prompt u__u whoops

01.

when you break his heart the first time, he doesn’t really know it’s real. he presses the lips of a dozen priceless wine bottles to his mouth and imagines every one to be yours — he drinks until the world is spinning, the way it spun when he asked you to dance for the very first time.

he gets drunk on the sound of your remembered laughter.

he makes a mess of the sheets, of his silk-lined robes, of all the richest furs in the corners of his closet — he falls asleep wishing that this were all but a dream.

he wakes up and has to deal with the realization that it is not all just a dream and that for the first time in his life, this isn’t something he can buy his way out of because what is the price of heartbreak? the tag on the pieces of a shattered wish — he screams into every single pillow he owns and falls asleep at noon.

02.

the second time you break his heart, he catches your arm before you can leave.

“what d’you want?” he asks, desperate and imploring, with a shudder in his voice that he’s never truly heard there before but —

you shake your head.

“i — i don’t want anything from you.”

he feels his fingers slip from around your wrist as you purse your lips and stumble back half a step. but that’s all he needs. he’s needlessly reminded of a story he’s heard a long, long time ago — about a genie and a girl who accidentally summons him. about the genie who asked the girl what she wished for and she told him she didn’t. the genie stayed with that girl for years and years and years, and in the beginning, whenever she asked him to do anything, he’d ask if that was her wish but she’d shake her head no. she’d tell him that he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to.

and yet somehow, he always found that he wanted to.

silvio wonders what he really wants, and the answer comes — clear and quiet as a winter stream —

he wants… you.

03.

the third time, he thinks he can get used to this.

04.

the fourth time, he’s ready for it —

“no,” you say, shaking your head, frowning at something he’s demanded of you.

“alright then,” he says, shrugging.

you blink, watching him as he turns away. watching him as he takes three steps away from you before you reach for him, tugging him back by the sleeve.

“what — that’s it? you’re… not gonna force me?”

he chuckles, “what’s the point if you’re just gonna snark at me? and anyway — i’ve got proper maids for this kind of stuff.”

“fine then,” you say, petulant, your voice sharp in a way that makes his lips twitch.

he grins, cocking his head as he watches the color wash up into your cheeks.

“fine,” he parrots back, his own voice painfully sweet and just as smug. he revels in the way your eyes flash, the way your fingers curl into fists at your side as he turns away.

so it really does take two to tango.

05.

“y’know, a million girls would kill to be in your place right now.”

“then why aren’t they?”

“hm? why aren’t they what?”

“why aren’t they here, in my place?”

silvio licks his lips, tasting salt and heat and the midnight air.

“cause… i didn’t really take to any of ‘em.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“and you just so happened to take… to me. why?”

silvio shrugs, “you’re beautiful.”

“bullshit — there are plenty of girls out there prettier than me.”

“prettier, yeah. but more beautiful? no.”

your breath catches in your chest — hook, line, and sinker. you feel the tug in the base of your belly, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“w-what? that… that doesn’t make any sense.”

silvio only laughs, casting his eyes back out at the florid lushness of his palace gardens, teaming with the world’s rarest flowers — the night blooming cereus, the elusive ghost orchids, the fire lilies, and his prized juliet rose bushes. he leans over the thick railing to tug one from it’s bed of thorns, pressing it to his nose and taking a deep breath.

“it took my best gardener 12 years to cultivate one o’ these,” he says, twirling the peach-colored flower between his fingers.

“wow,” you say, eyeing the small, unassuming bloom, “that’s… a long time.”

“yeah, sure. but the gardener was rewarded pretty damn well for his work.”

at this, you heave another sigh, leaning up against the stone banisters.

“and i’m sure that’s the only reason he worked as hard as he did, right?”

silvio traces a finger along the edge of a velvet petal, admiring the fractal-like formation of the flower’s center.

“yeah… i’m sure it is.”

06.

the sixth time you reject him, he almost laughs out loud. it really is fun pushing all your buttons after all.

07.

the seventh time, he curls his lips around the shape of your name and dares to ask why.

you tell him, “because… it’d be nice of you to ask instead of demand for a change.”

he shivers at the gentleness of your tone, at the feather-soft of your confession, the pink that kisses your cheeks like the rosy-fingered dawn.

“but… if i ask, there’s a chance you’re gonna say no.”

you laugh and roll your eyes, “i say no anyways.”

“so why bother askin’ when i know what your answer’s gonna be?”

“because… sometimes, if you give someone the choice to stay or to go — they’ll surprise you.”

08.

“can… can y’just… stay? please?”

“...okay.”

09.

“when’d you learn how to say please?”

you twist to face him in the silver light of an encroaching dawn.

silvio groans as he buries his face in the silken pillows, his hair a hallo of lingering moonlight.

“dunno — shuttup… it’s too damn early.”

you allow yourself a smile and snuggle in before drifting back off to sleep.

10.

“kiss me.”

silvio smirks, cocking his head, “no.”

you narrow your eyes, frowning even as he chuckles, his fingers tight around your waist as the pair of you spin in ever and ever faster circles to music only the two of you can hear.

“why not?”

“cause…” he bites back, laving his tongue luxuriously across the expanse of his bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth, “y’didn’t ask nicely.”

you fight down the urge to push him away but his grip on you is tight and true, strong and steady and… so very nearly sweet.

“fuck off.”

he grins a foxhole grin and you feel yourself sinking into it’s depths, deeper and deeper as he spins you beneath his arm and dips you low, low, low.

“nope — pretty sure y’didn’t ask there either. and… that ain’t proper language for a lady, now is it?”

you roll your eyes as he pulls you back up and the dance begins again.

“fine,” you bite out, sparing him a half-hearted glare, “can i please have a kiss?” you ground out the words, even as the heat crests up your chest and bubbles over into your cheeks, burning all the way to the tips of your ears.

“hm… now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

he leans in and you let your eyes flutter shut.

when he breaks the kiss, he is smiling.

“kiss me again,” he says.

you smirk, “what happened to asking nicely?”

“hn. don’t feel like it — too much trou—”

but you cut him off with another kiss, and briefly, silvio considers the merits of tugging away if only to tease you about the impropriety of interrupting a prince’s speech before he’s finished. and then the next moment, he decides that, really, he prefers just kissing you instead.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

The gentle stag Lovely surprise

The gentle stag Lovely surprise

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Keith x MC                                                                                           

Tag: Established relationship Birthday Fluff

Word Count : 725

Author’s Note: A special birthday deserves a special surprise, like a kiss from his lover that awaited his return admiring the country she take as their home. As soon as he comes back they did not shy away from confessing their feeling to each other, basking pleasantly in the warm hug of their love. 🥰

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It was a frizzy winter morning, one of those she would have desired to spend snuggled in the covers, but duty calls and so she was up so early, waiting impatiently for the return of her husband.

She stifled a yawn leaning in the softness of the sofa lazily admiring the town stretching before her eyes, each corner bustling with noise while the early birds sang a sweet melody, she would have never got tired to listen to,  chirping happily as they flied carelessly around the trees, chasing one another in the shy tepid rays of the rising sun,

The roads were filled with chit chats and clatter of horses' hooves on the cobblestone, a suffused music came from the vast land of the countryside, a shepherds’ song followed by the tingling bells of the animals with their verses seemed to accompany the song.

The sweet aroma of bakery and cooking wafted in the frizzy air of dawn, eliciting her an idea or two about certain recipes she desired to bake with him, even though she already pictured the mess the palace kitchen would have been in after they finished.

A scenario that was not unlike to happen, as it already had, making her giggle at the image of his lovely husband grey's hair covered in flour as he looked at her like a puppy caught in the rain, knowing far too well she would have hugged him and reassured him with ever so sweet kisses ... and later when they were alone in the bedroom even more than that.

A smile raised to curl her lips as soon as the pleasant scent of musk and wood reached her nostrils, the same perfume she would have recognized amidst a thousand, affection wrinkling her eyes as she turned to greet him.

"Welcome home."

"I am sorry to have woken you up so soon, you could have slept a little longer."

"Thank you but  I wouldn't wish it any other way, or else I would have missed the spectacle the dawn was."

His ever gentle fingers adjusted the velvet jade shawl around her shoulder as he took a seat next to her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close as she nuzzled into his chest.

A rush of boldness ran in her as she raised her face to cup his face in her hands, staring in his gorgeous amber eyes glimmering with surprise as she leaned to brush a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Happy birthday Keith."

The smile curling his lips was so bright and pure she felt an urge to steal that ray of sun only for herself, but he moved first melting his lips on her in a sweet slow kiss they savoured each other with.

Favourite flavour because to them both their love tasted like Home.

Reluctantly he pulled away, brushing his finger ever so gently over her cheek leaving an achingly tender kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you. It is now you are here with me."

His smile mirrored her own, while his eyes reflected all the love and devotion he felt for her alone.

Swiftly he took her in his arms, laying with her on the bed determined to show off his love to her until the stars would have come out again, solitary audience to that spectacle that was their alone to indulge in behind closed doors.

Gently he pulled away looking straight in her eyes, losing himself in the contemplation of all the affection reflected in them as he bent over to brush his nose with hers revelling in her soft giggles.

"I love you so ma douche biche."

"I love you too mon cerf, all of you."

His heart burst with warmth at the unconditional love spreading from her words, but he did his best to convey his own happiness wrapping his arms around her as they basking a little longer in their soft hug, brushing gentle kisses on her hair making her giggle, music he would have never fog tired to listen to, feeling his heart swell with affection as she nuzzled in his chest.

That day he would have made more than sure to show the depth of his feeling to her, his one and only Queen, deepening that feeling that bound their heart together for nothing was stronger than the mighty power of love.

[midwinterrmemento]

How the Ikemen Vampire Cast Responds to “Would You Still Love Me if I was a Worm?”

Jean absolutely takes you seriously, even though he’s visibly confused. Because of the serious look on your face, he might think for a moment that this is actually a possibility he needs to be worried about. You watch as a familiar dark veil falls over his eyes—the look of a man prepared for battle. His most immediate concern is how defenseless you would be, and you better believe he’s willing to fight and die by the sword to protect that worm. If it’s for you, all bets are off. When you remind him that it’s just a question, that you’re just curious, he blinks and snaps out of it. Then, once his distress clears, you might catch a flicker of an amused smile on his face, which disappears as soon as it arrives. “I see. That’s… an odd thing to ask.” He doesn’t feel the need to answer any further than that, but his instinctual reaction speaks for itself; he would watch out for you no matter what form you take.

Isaac is also confused. “Gods, what kind of question is that?” When you don’t answer, staring at him with a completely serious look on your face, it doesn’t take long for his confusion to morph into anxiety. He wants to give you the right answer, but he can’t tell if this is actually important to you or if Arthur and Dazai put you up to it. His brows furrow as he runs through the possibilities in his brain. “Erm… that is…” What if you really are testing him, though? Is he already failing by stammering like this? He wouldn’t want you to think that he could ever stop loving you, even in such a ridiculous scenario. “I-I mean to say… Biologically, that would be… implausible, so not to worry, but…” His face is burning before he even finishes the thought, as he realizes he’s about to say something vulnerable and also totally nonsensical, but he pushes through, for your sake. “I-I would just be glad you’re still with me, that’s all…”

Dazai is not fazed at all, and he plays along without questioning what you’re getting at. “Oh, isn’t that a coincidence? I was just thinking of a story like that. A foolish prince neglects to tell his beloved how much he cares about her, so fate punishes him by taking her away and returning her to him as a worm—hm, why are you looking at me like that, Toshiko-san?” He avoids giving you a direct answer, but he humors you with his dramatics. Deep down, he feels that he wouldn’t be deserving of you even in worm form, since he certainly doesn’t deserve you as a human. But because you’ve chosen to stay with him for whatever reason, he’ll treasure you forever; he won’t let himself become anything like the prince in the story. If you can read between the lines of his bizarre, impromptu story, that will tell you everything you need to know. “Say, it would be fun to ask Ai-kun this question, don’t you think?”

Arthur will never pass up an opportunity to seduce flatter you. “I don’t see why not. Although, I must say…” A mischievous grin on his face, he slowly walks up behind you and wraps his arms securely around your waist. “I very much prefer your human form. I get to kiss you that way.” As if to emphasize his point, he bends down to leave a trail of teasing kisses down your neck, purposefully just light enough to tickle you. Once he gets a reaction out of you, you’ll feel him smile against your shoulder, pleased that he was able to make you squirm. “Ah... it would be too cruel if I never got to be with you like this again. What do you say I show you just how much I would miss your beautiful body, hm?” Ahem. As I was saying.

Napoleon stares at you for a second, and then you see his shoulders start to shake with suppressed laughter. When you scold him and tell him to answer the question seriously, he can’t help that his laughter spills over and as usual, once he starts, he can’t stop. “Pfft, a worm? If... if you were... hahaha!” He does his best to contain himself, but it takes a moment for his laughing fit to pass. When it does, he’s quick to reassure you. “Ha… Only you would ask me something like that, nunuche.” As you begin to protest, he quells all your fears with a fond smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders affectionately. “You don’t even need to worry about it. Nothing like that will happen on my watch.”

Sebastian flicks your forehead. “Get back to work.” You stare at him in disbelief as he simply turns around and continues washing the dishes, unsure whether you’re more stung by the red mark on your forehead or the way he totally dismissed your question. Feeling your eyes on him, he sighs. “I’m only going to say this once.” Without even looking back at you, he calmly sets aside the dish he was drying, as though he wasn’t about to utter the words that would forever alter your relationship, the grandest declaration of love he could possibly give you. “It’s impractical for a human and a worm to be together. But as it is, I would choose you over Napoleon.”

Leonardo wonders if he heard you correctly, rubbing his bleary eyes because you woke him up for this and for what. There’s a brief moment of silence as you stare at him expectantly, his foggy brain trying to process what you just asked him. “Well, we’d need to keep Lumière away from you,” is all he says at first. When you tell him that that wasn’t the question, that you want to know if he would still love you, he lets out a sleepy chuckle and sits up properly so he can look you in the eyes. “I don’t know what put this idea in your head, cara mia, but I think we’ve come far enough to say that I wouldn’t give you up so easily. If you turned into a worm somehow, I’d look after you until I could find a way to turn you back into a human.” Actually, if he’s being totally honest, he might step on you or lose you somewhere in his room, so he hopes this is never put to the test.

Le Comte hums thoughtfully, his expression so calm that you almost wonder if he was expecting the question. You might not get the satisfaction of seeing him surprised, but you won’t even have time to be disappointed before he’s looking up at you with a gentle smile, so distractingly charming that it drives every other thought out of your head. “Well, it would certainly be harder to spoil you that way.” Behind that smile, he honestly might experience a brief moment of pureblood angst, considering how short a worm’s lifespan is compared even to a human’s, but he quickly reminds himself that it’s crazy to even imagine it. You’re here with him right now, alive and well and fully human—and deserving of some new jewelry, he’s decided.

Mozart looks up from his piano in disbelief, his hands stopping abruptly on the keys. Don’t take it the wrong way if he actually looks a little disgusted by the idea. It has nothing to do with how much he cares about you, it’s just that you’ve asked your germaphobic partner to think of you as a creature that lives in the dirt. He has trouble imagining that, anyway, considering how highly he thinks of you, even if he doesn’t always tell you that directly. “Well, you’re not a worm.” If you continue to insist but what if... well, he’s not actually going to admit that he would still love you lmao, but he’ll make up for it by reminding you how much he does love you, exactly as you are. "Stay here for a moment and listen to this piece.”

Vincent doesn’t seem to think there’s anything odd about that question once he considers it, and he answers sincerely and without missing a beat. “If you were a worm? Well, I’d miss being able to talk to you—your voice is so lovely, you know?—but I could still keep you company, at least. If you’d like, there should be enough room on my easel for you to sit there while I paint. Hm? What’s wrong? Was that not a good answer?” Please tell him that was the best answer. He’s worried that he might not have convinced you, so don’t be surprised if you see a little worm somewhere in his next painting; it’s the best way he can think to show you that you’d still be his favorite art subject even then.

Theo raises an eyebrow at you. “I still love you even though you’re a hondje, isn’t that good enough?” When you pout back at him, he sighs, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “If you need me to say it, then fine. But you should know by now that I love you no matter what.” Part of him is relieved when you seem content with his answer. He’s glad to know that that ridiculous sentiment was enough to reassure you of his affections, because he really does mean it. Another part of him, though—well, if you hear him muttering to himself “gelukkig ben je geen worm” as you’re walking away, just pretend you didn’t.

Shakespeare’s first instinct is to picture what this would be like as a play, and he isn’t exactly blown away by the idea. “’Tis a… style of tragedy yet unexplored.” He’ll only snap out of it when he sees you frowning at him and realizes that he hasn’t actually responded, then he quickly hides his bewilderment behind a smirk, advancing across the room towards you. “You have chosen a curious way to test my love. If you want my attention, you need only ask.” Perhaps he’s been neglecting you lately, too busy working on his latest play... but he would hate to make you feel uncertain about his feelings for you. Expect him to spend the rest of the evening waxing poetic to you, reassuring you as best as he knows how. Although you’ll notice, if you can avoid getting swept away by his lovely words, that he technically still didn’t answer the question.

Charles, like Vincent, won’t let something so small deter him from loving you. You’d still be you, after all, and you’re someone he never wants to lose, whether you’re a human or a worm. “Of course I would!” he smiles brightly, taking your hand. “I’m sure Lord Vlad’s garden would be a nice place for a worm to live, he takes such good care of it. I’ll make sure you have the best soil and everything, and I’ll come talk to you all the time, so don’t worry! Um... I’ll have to find out what else I should do to take care of a worm, but I’ll learn in no time.” Needless to say, Charles passes the test with flying colors. Just make sure he remembers this is a hypothetical situation before he actually starts making plans, and try to ignore the feeling of Faust’s judgmental stare boring into your back.

Faust, honestly, might make you regret that you asked. If you muster up the courage to come to him with this question, he might dismiss it right away, saying it’s a waste of time—or he might decide to toy with you a little bit. Depends what kind of mood he’s in that day. “Hmm. That’s hard to say.” Your blood chills as the corners of his mouth curve up into a smirk. “If you want a definite answer to your silly little question… I’m sure I could concoct something special to test it out.” Yeah… you might want to go back to the mansion before Faust actually tries to turn you into a worm.

Vlad has been around a long time, but this is the first time he’s heard this question, so kudos for catching him off guard. He stops tending his garden for a moment to look up at you with curious crimson eyes. “May I ask where this is coming from?” When you tell him it’s nothing, that you just want to know how he would feel, he blinks at you before huffing a gentle laugh. Honestly, this whole thing will be worth it just to see that warm glimmer in his eyes. “You never cease to surprise me, draga mea. Yes, of course I would still love you.” Satisfied, you turn away with a smile, missing the way his expression darkens. You might’ve accidentally unlocked a new fear for him, honestly. He may have to think of a solution to this problem, just in case. This man has literally waited centuries for you, so he’s certainly not going to let you go now. After all, if he can prevent the end of the world, he can prevent you from turning into a worm... right?

[allovertheplace-writing]

"We love because we have lost." A soft sigh falls from their lips, seeping past the fingers which lay upon them, "And we love because we hope. We hope for connection...a connection you can't find, but build." Their eyes, so lovely, lift to meet yours. "It can take years or it can take days." They turn, watching the raindrops glitter whilst they danced across the glasspane, "And, well...I hope we can have that some day." You find your lips moving despite the tightness of your throat, heart squeezing and lungs seizing..

"We do, we undoubtedly do."

- Alhaitham, Zhongli, Sidon, Rengoku, Jin, Yusuke, Mitsuru, Ryoji, Ei, Katy, Riddle, Armin, Jean