#ikepri fall fic

[randonauticrap]

The First Dark Morning

Pairing ~ Silvio Ricci x Reader

Word Count ~ 586

Author's Note ~ This was both painful and healing to write, and I honestly loved every second of it. Thank you SO so much my darling @jozhenji for this lovely request! This is "The first dark morning, pitch black where there once was sunlight". I hope you enjoy!

Warnings ~ Mentions of depression, negative-self talk

You were no stranger to the darkness. It twined its way around your heart like the creeping vines of ivy and stuffed you full of hemlock to choke on in your solemn silence. Your prince knew this too, staring down at you in rare, observant quiet, as you faked sleep, an internal plea to be left alone. His azure eyes flicked up to the window where the breeze slipped through the silken curtain like a spirit come to collect its acquaintance. It was still dark; the first morning of darkness at the lateness of the hour. “Of all the mornings,” he muttered under his breath, cursing the sun for failing to rise when you needed it the most. 

He knew that leaving you alone on a morning like this would only encourage the thorns further into your retreating heart, so instead he prodded one of the guards at the door to the room you shared and instructed him to wake the chef. He listed off every single food his mind’s eye remembered you enjoying, and he tried his best to bury the desperate urge to buy every jewel in the kingdom to make you happy; he learned long ago that it never helped. But desperation and panic never failed to rise in his heart at the thought that he couldn’t make you happy; that he might not ever make you happy again. The plunge his thoughts took into the dark abyss followed little logic, and ignored his pleas to see reason, going so far as to accuse him of being the source of your despondency. But… what if they were right? Being the lover of royalty was difficult enough, but the lover of a man like Silvio? 

He curled up quietly in a chair on the other side of the room, as if putting distance between you would allow a shred of light to reach you in your eclipse. But swiftly cooling sheets beside you must have taken their toll at last, and you rolled onto your back; slowly, bringing bundles of covers on your journey. You were furled so perfectly into the sheets that Silvio’s lip twitched upwards nearly on command, unable to fall any further into the dark with your precious face keeping him firmly planted in his third story bedroom. Your gentle gaze fell upon his shadow in the corner of the room and your eyebrows knit together in watery displeasure. “Silvio?” you called, your voice weak, barely there. But he heard, and his body moved before his mind, frantic to reach you, to pull you into his arms and keep you there until you smiled again.

By the time his feeble sense of awareness caught up with his surroundings, he was stroking your hair gently while you pressed your face into his chest, burrowing close like an abandoned animal. “Don’t leave me.” you mumbled into his skin, the tickle of your moving lips against his exposed torso sending a shooting pang of warmth to his heart. 

“Never.” Silvio muttered back, tucking his nose into your hair and breathing you in, his grip on your body pulling you tighter; closer; warmer. “I’m never gonna leave ya.”

“You promise?” you whispered, turning your head up to meet his eyes. There were shimmering constellations in your stare, and he smiled sadly down at you, raising his hand to cup your tear-stained cheek and wipe away the stray shooting stars. He nodded, more sure of his next utterance than any word he had ever said before. 

“Promise.”  

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[scorchieart]

Well, I know why, but.... oh Clavis....

The little details in this fic were just precious and heartbreaking all put together. From the way Clavis feels each attempt might just be wasted time to him trying to keep up his charming persona in front of her to him just falling apart in front of Chevalier. He turned to Chevalier as his last hope... and he couldn't give him what he wanted... but he still gave him what he needed... hope... 😢

Oh Clavis...

I really really liked this one.

Hi! You can take your time to write this but can I request for a dying Emma in a battlefield or illness and so on, with either Clavis, Chevalier or Licht by her side?

A little angst and a little hope in this one! Clavis is desperate to keep his beloved Emma by his side as she slowly succumbs to a terrible illness. Approx. 1700 words.

Clavis bent over his desk, gripping the sides so hard his hands ached. There were loose papers scattered across the surface, sheets covered in indecipherable notes. The floor was strewn with books, the couch as well. The only clear spot was a table set up with vials, alembics, glass and ceramic tubes, and beakers. Everything had a faint chemical odor overlaid with sour sweat. 

The prince noticed none of these things. His tired eyes scanned yet another ‘promising’ paper, this time from a doctor in Obsidian. The cure described was similar to a concoction he’d already attempted, with just a few differences in the preparation. Normally, he wouldn’t have bothered testing it, but perhaps it made a difference. Heating the solution twice rather than once and. . .

He hurried to his small chemist set and went to work. 

It took three precious hours to compound the medicine. A waste, if it did not work. Clavis pushed that thought from his mind. If not this attempt, then the next. Or the next. Hope was a fire, devouring his heart, but he would not let go. He would never let go.

He poured the mixture into a ceramic mug. The cup was glazed with bright colors, the handle made to look like bunny ears. There was a face on the other side. A bunny face, if you squinted. Clavis made it for Emma on her birthday. It was meant to be her new teacup but it fit this new purpose just as well. He mixed in two spoonfuls of honey to cover the bitterness.

The hall in front of Emma’s door was full of people. Servants and nobles, villagers from Clavis’ province. Even King Highness was there, leaned up against the wall opposite her door, reading. He nodded to Clavis in greeting, barely looking up from his book. 

Clavis ignored the gesture and hurried into Emma’s room. Cyran sat beside her bed, holding her hand. They were talking about something, whispering. Both fell silent as the prince entered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Clavis smiled as if his life depended on it. 

Cyran let go of her hand and stood. “I’ll get out of your hair now, my lady. Thanks for humoring me.” He touched her cheek lightly, blinking back tears. 

Emma nodded. “Thank you.” Her gaze moved to Clavis, pale lips turning up in a slight smile. “There you are.”

“I’ll be in the hall if you need anything.” Cyran hurried out, closing the door behind him.

When the soldier was gone, Clavis sat in the chair next to her bed. The smile on his face did not waver as he took Emma’s hand. “I brought you something.”

“A new treatment?” Hope battled with apathy in her tired gaze.

He held up her bunny cup. “Of course. I’m not ready to be Rhodolite’s most handsome widower.” Clavis helped her sit up and watched as she drained the contents of the mug.

Her lips twisted at the bitter medicinal after taste. “Mmmm. Could I have a sip of my tea?”

Clavis made a mental note to add more honey to the next dose. He held the teacup while she drank, noticing the slight tremor in her hands. She looked so fragile. His heart ached as he watched her struggle to swallow. He wanted so badly to make this right. Other men might pray or cry but Clavis was already thinking of how to improve on this treatment. What refined medicines could be added to complement the ingredients. How best to administer.

Her fingers grazed his cheek. “Stop.” Emma smiled up at him, a knowing look on her face. “You’re planning again and I want your attention.”

His laugh was soft, his expression more gentle than anyone outside this room might believe. “Caught me. It seems I married the smartest woman in Rhodolite, not just the most beautiful.” 

“Flatterer.”

“This is the part where you tell me how handsome I am.” He leaned close, kissing her with restrained passion. A slow, sweet kiss that spoke of yearning and lonely nights and the pain of being parted. 

“I think you already know how gorgeous you are. And how brilliant. My amazing husband.” She gazed up at him with so much love that he felt his heart clench in his chest, the steady beat off-tempo for a moment.

Bitterness welled up in him though he tried to ignore it. Amazing. An amazing man would have already found a cure. He was only an amateur meddler. A prankster. But he smiled for her, bottling all the hurt to give her whatever was best in him. “Well, now that you’ve complimented me, I suppose I should reward you.”

He picked a book up from the lower shelf of her night table. “What chapter did we last read?”

Her eyes lit up. Even now, she was eager for her favorite stories. “Chapter 4? When the two patriarchs swear to keep the lovers apart.”

“Ah yes. Here we go. I know my voice is distracting but please try to pay attention to the plot.” He winked. 

Clavis read to her until she slipped into sleep again, and then sat there in silence, watching her. Even now, she was so beautiful. Her lively curls were sweat-damp and dull and her body was so gaunt that he could almost trace the bones beneath her skin. Yet to his eyes, none of that existed. He saw her bright smile, the slight lift of her lips when she realized he was teasing. Her brave face when he presented a new breakfast dish. 

She was the woman he’d come to love without even realizing it until he was so lost in her that he didn’t want to find a way out. He wanted a whole life with her. These few years together were not enough, not nearly enough. 

He stroked her hair. His Emma was still here, and that meant there was still a chance to save her. 

The shaking fit caught him by surprise, though it shouldn’t have. Emma made a small choking sound, breath catching in her throat as her body went rigid. Little tremors raced through her muscles, making her twitch. 

Clavis called for the doctor. It took only a moment for the medical team to push him aside. The doctor and his assistants began assessing her and the prince stepped outside. 

Cyran was just outside, as he’d said he would be. 

“Send for me when the doctor leaves,” Clavis instructed. He forced his smile back into place. He hadn’t realized it slipped until he spoke. His face felt rigid. Numb. His eyes burned. He refused to cry though. Crying for her now would be a betrayal. There was still hope. And he wasn’t going to let go. He had to focus, to be the most clever prince that ever lived. Clever enough to beat this disease before it stole his light away.

It didn’t take Clavis long to find Chevalier. His brother was in the library, a book open as usual. Chev didn’t bother to look up when Clavis came in.

It took everything in him to cross the distance between them. Every bit of courage he possessed to speak. “I’m not good enough to figure this out, Chev. I need -” he cleared his throat, “I need your help.”

Chevalier flipped to the next page, just as if Clavis hadn’t said a word.

“You have to know something, someone. Some way out of this.” Clavis stepped closer. 

“I have to?” Chevalier turned another page. His voice was cold and flat. They might have been discussing the weather, except that Chev never engaged in such small talk.

“You always know the next steps. You anticipate my every move, predict every outcome. I hate you for it. For being such a perfect bastard. But just this once, I don’t care. If it means . . . if it means she lives.”

Chev finally looked up. “People die all the time.”

Clavis felt his hands clench into fists at his sides. “I can’t accept that.”

His brother gave him a cruel smile. “You don’t have a choice.”

He didn’t remember crossing the few steps to the chair Chevalier sat in but one moment he was standing a little ways away and the next, he had Chev’s shirt in his fist, their faces barely a fingers’ length apart. “You bastard. Tell me how to fix this!”

Chevalier’s expression barely changed. “You are even more a fool than she is. Do you think I would withhold a cure? I dislike losing my pawns to no purpose.”

The words were exactly what Clavis should have expected but they hit him like the blow of a hammer. His heart stuttered in his chest. He shook his brother in frustration, tearing his shirt and coat with the violence of his motion. 

What surprised him most was that Chev let him do it. He relaxed into the assault with the grace of a ragdoll. Clavis shook him and drew back his other fist. He wanted to beat him. To hit Chevalier until he forced him to come up with a better answer. He sagged against Chev as the truth sunk into his bones. His brother had no cure, no plan to create one. 

For a moment, neither brother moved. It was the most intimate position they’d held with one another since they were children. Then Chevalier, almost gently, pushed Clavis back until he was standing on his own again, and pried his fingers loose from his shirt. 

“Then I will find a cure on my own.” The words rasped from Clavis’ throat. “I’ll prove I am better than you. And I will keep her here. By my side.”

Something shifted in Chevalier’s cold gaze. It was not ice in his eyes, it was the banked coals of a fire so hot they burned blue. “Do what you like. You don’t need my permission.” 

Clavis smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt. “Remember you said that. Because I am going to spend every coin, use every diplomatic contact, every tool and access I have as your advisor. I will save her.”

“Good.” 

The word was so quiet that Clavis almost thought he imagined it. 

“Then you had better succeed. Otherwise, you have wasted my time.” Chevalier gave Clavis a last, hard look, and then returned to his book.

“I will.” Clavis strode from the room, feeling a renewed purpose.

[aquagirl1978]

Hi :D I'd like to pretty please request azel 😈 :3, please and thank you!!

Hey @floydsteeth - so nice to see you in my inbox! You really made me work with this one - Azel is an interesting guy and quite unlike any other suitor I've written before. Thank you to the amazing translators on here for sharing their work - I'd be lost without your work. With this fic, I have once again written for all IkePri suitors.

Spark

A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event Pairing: Azel Radwan x Reader Prompt: naughty Word Count: 616 Tags: spicy? i tried, it's hard with this guy

“Where do you think you're going?”

You turned around slowly, your bag still in your hand, to face Azel who was lying in bed. Awake.

“I was going for a walk. Outside. I’ve been cooped up in this room with you for….three days? Not that you care,” you replied defiantly.

“You’re right. I don’t care.” He sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. “But if you must go out –”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bad things and misfortune will come my way. Right?”

“Where do you think you're going?”

You turned around slowly, your bag still in your hand, to face Azel who was lying in bed. Awake.

“I was going for a walk. Outside. I’ve been cooped up in this room with you for….three days? Not that you care,” you replied defiantly.

“You’re right. I don’t care.” He sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. “But if you must go out –”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bad things and misfortune will come my way. Right?”

“You could just stay here?” He rolled over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. Positioned like this, with his lean body sprawled out and his long hair, tied in a perfect ponytail, falling over his shoulder and his eyes – oh, those opalescent eyes – that you found to be so mysterious and mesmerizing, he did look like the God he claimed to be.

“No thanks.”

Azel sighed again, this time louder and more dramatic. “Fine. You win. Leave me here all by myself.” He covered his face with his hand, pretending to wipe away fake tears. He quickly looked up, his gaze fixed on your bag. “If you are going out…”

“Let me guess, you want something.”

“Well, I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“There’s some dorayaki over there. A gift from Kagari. You can have that.”

Azel made a horrified face. “Do you think that is a suitable treat for a God?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Your loss then.”

“Tch, I suppose I can eat one if you refuse your God this one little favor.”

“My God? You’re my lover, not my God.”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” 

You stared at him blankly, your arms crossed tight against your chest.

“I should punish you for this defiance. Come here.”

Deciding it would be easier to simply accept your “punishment” rather than argue with a petulant God, you walked over to him, standing beside his bed. “I’m here.”

“Bend down a little closer,” he asked.

Seriously?  Boy, was he making you work for this. 

You plopped down on the bed next to him as ungraciously as possible , ignoring the disgusted look on his face. “Let’s say I eventually leave this room, and I manage to get you a nice snack – one appropriate for a God – what will you do for me? As repayment.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m a God. Gods don’t pay for things,” he scoffed.

“I told you, you're my lover, not a God,” you reminded softly, your hand reaching for his hair, “and as my lover….”

“What are you doing?” he bristled as you combed your fingers through his hair, removing his hair tie.

“Shh… you look so pretty with your hair down.” You ran your hand through his hair, long silky strands cascading like a silvery waterfall around his shoulders, a pale, pink blush colored your lover’s cheeks.

It didn’t take long for him to close his eyes and make a soft, pleased sound.  As if his body betrayed him, his shoulders jerked and his eyes opened, his gaze narrowing, meeting yours.

“If you’re going to complain, I'll just have to…”

“Do what?” he asked, daring you, as your face approached his.

“Nothing,” you said, your voice teasing as you gazed into his eyes. You felt a slight spark the moment your skin made contact with his; dragging a finger slowly down his arm, you linked your fingers with his when you reached his hand.

“I’m going to charge you for this…” His voice wavered, lacking its earlier confidence, as he stared back into your eyes.

You do that, you thought. It was well worth any price to watch the living God break before your eyes.

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[faustianfascination]

IkePri: The Unhappy Ending

Shared this angst fuel and @scummy-writes suggested I post it here, so here's some misery for everyone! This isn’t a full fic, just a rough idea I’m rambling about after being balls deep in angsty novels where an AFAB MC, chooses Chevalier as king but can't escape the political scheming at court and it destroys them.

TW: angst, enforced multiple marriages, assassination, miscarriage, depression, s*icide

Belle chooses her king, it's a love story that brings joy to all who hear it.

However, what happens after? As much as your king loves you, you're still a commoner with no backing, no family and with an uproar at court that threatens his authority something comes to pass. Like the previous king, he has to take a consorts from several of the more prestigious families to quell the dissent and secure your safety as Queen. They will not be granted the title queen, that is only for you and your beloved seems more heartbroken than you at this development. But, this is court life, court politics and no matter what you tried to do, there was no other solution that allowed you safety. So your beloved welcomes his new consorts to court.

You decided to be the bigger person, try to make friends with the new women you will have to share your husband with, but it is clear they hold nothing but contempt for you. Even going so far as to publicly disrespect you for your lowly origins and lack of nobility, shaming your efforts and making it clear that you do not belong in this world. But, your beloved King defends you and ejects them from the palace.

However there are consequences. An important trade deal falls through, taxes from other nobles are withheld and many other sabotages take place, despite Chevalier's skills and even with all the princes on your side the country needs to appease those with connections. So they are welcomed back, and finally it comes to the first night he has to spend with each because this was another clause that was negotiated and it could no longer be avoided.

It hurts, those nights you fall asleep crying but feel guilty because you know that your beloved is being coerced into something he does not want and is taking the brunt of it all. You wake up to your beloved comforting you and trying to make it better. This is for the kingdom after all, you know he has a duty and this is painful for both of you, but the kingdom must come first, that is the deal you agreed to when you chose to love him.

Eventually you both get used to the new routine, although you feel your authority as Queen is being undermined; your lack of political education and connections, no powerful family backing you so you feel somewhat excluded from the day to day running of things. But, you accept it, do your best to learn so you can do better, be better and after all you are the one with the kings heart. This is your safety, security, but it also puts the biggest target on your back. The other consorts may cause you to be a bit ostracised from social circles, because what noble really wants to go to a tea party with a commoner. Then finally, one joyous day you find out that you're pregnant, you will be the one to give your beloved his first heir. You're both happy, for the first time in a long time things feel right again.

Until you miscarry. Someone slipped poison into your tea, and thanks to that you may never be able to get pregnant again. It's a blow, it leaves you depressed for months, realising the maids you had come to trust sold you out at the first opportunity. Heads roll throughout the castle, but deep down you have an idea why it happened and who was behind it, this becomes more evident when the consorts say words of condolence but cannot hide the triumphant glint in their eyes. But your rivals are too powerful to fight. The king orders that your condition is protected, no one finds out that you may be infertile, however somehow it gets out still and creates a world of turmoil both in court and in public opinion.

An infertile Queen? How terrible, a queen who was barely doing her job to begin with and now cannot even do the very thing she must for the security and the kingdom? There is outcry, anger but your king protects you as best he can. But with the cries growing louder and the concerns mounting day by day he realises no matter how he feels, the king needs an heir, it's his duty. It's what he must do for the kingdom. It breaks your heart more, but you realise that you married a king and that he is doing his duty. So you swallow your pain even though it's killing you.

Months later is the happy news, a consort is pregnant. Soon the power shifts more, even with the kings favour you are alone, powerless, childless and you feel the palace become a colder and colder place. Your maids no longer hide their contempt, even the few friends you have made sense the shift in power. You may have the kings love, but you are all alone.

Then the baby is born, a healthy happy prince who is the spitting image of his father. The boy you are allowed to briefly greet for fears over his safety from a jealous queen who may try to eliminate the threat to her power. Because that is what this game is, and you realise too late that you've been playing without the pieces.

You see a scene that shatters what is left of your heart. The beautiful noble consort, in her arms a prince and your beloved looking like they are the ones that truly belong together, what a royal family should look like, love never really mattered for the equation did it? You feel like you may die right there from the pain.

Soon there are demands that the position of queen is given to the woman who is actually a noble, has given your beloved a prince, who has actually done her duty. The beautiful love story of a simple commoner turning a beast to a human is now remembered as the schemes of shameless woman, aiming above her station and throwing the stability of the nation into chaos for her own desires. Denying the king his true family.

A plot is discovered, someone attempts to assassinate the most powerful consort and first prince. Everything is ironclad and leads back to you. It leads to the execution of Sariel and the exile of Rio a lost Benotite prince (saved by the connections of another consort, you couldn't even save your best friend) you're last true allies at court. Even though your beloved knows that you would never do this, knows that you are innocent trying to prove it is another matter.

You aren't locked up in the dungeons, exiled to an annex in the palace grounds while your beloved and his brothers do their best to prove your innocence. But the stain on your reputation is already there, no matter the truth you will always be the jealous queen who tried to kill the infant first prince. All the years of pain finally bubble to the surface, how much you have sacrificed, had stolen from you. All for loving the king. You still love him so and that makes it all the worse, but all that is left now is pain. Resentment and regrets. Your love begins to turn to hate, not directed at him, but you. You for being such a fool, clause 99 existed for a reason, for this very reason. Love cannot overcome all, your stations too different, your lives too different and now despite all your efforts, your making the kings life harder, destabilising his rule by existing. Most of all, it just hurts too much, it's been so long since you felt like you, not a hollow shell existing. So you do the only thing that you can to alleviate some pressure on him, you beloved. You stop existing.

Except, you don't.

You wake up, back in the days of being Belle, back in the days where your love is young, happy and you have hope. But the woman who wakes up as Belle again is no longer the girl who chose a king, she's broken, jaded and so overwhelmed that Rio finds you sobbing, inconsolable for hours but you cannot even explain why. In the days that follow everyone notices the change, especially your beloved, it's like you've become a different person.

Perhaps this is a fresh start? Maybe you can have your happy ending? Or maybe you know that no matter what you do, there is no happy ending. What do you do? You avoid Chev, you can't face him knowing what you know, seeing Sariel and Rio shatters you with guilt and in the swirl of all these emotions the whispers of a black tiger at a ball both long ago and yet to happen come to mind. He offered you an out, an escape but he was a worldwide disaster, even his kindness is deadly, but would it be as deadly as repeating the past?

[dotster001]

Yandere Chevalier headcanon please 🥺

Summary:Chevalier x gn! Reader

CW: yandere,physical harm to reader, murder, psychological harm to reader, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, blood, isolation, food and water deprivation, probably more but consider yourself warned

A/N: idk how dark you expected it to be, but this is the brutal beast we're talking about so.... also! I have an in progress series where I look at the Yan journey of ikepri characters after their routes, so if eventually there is a fic that is very similar to this, think of it as a rough draft

When he falls, he falls hard. Not that you'll ever know. To you, he'll always look unfeeling and cruel. Most days you can't help but wonder if he hates you. But it's so far from the truth. For the first time, he's filled with love and warmth. And it's so overwhelming that he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He tries to let you live free for a while. After all, he would fight to the death if someone held him under lock and key. For a while he's successful. Until one day, in his distraction over you, an assassination attempt gets a little too close to you. You aren't hurt. But you find yourself drenched in blood as Chev runs the assailant through. Your haunted face is revealed as the body in front of him crumples. And he realizes that he can't leave you on your own. Not if he's going to be a part of your life.

He thinks he is fine with your hatred. After all, he loves you, and that's what matters. He can't expect you to love him back, not when you're chained to the headboard of his bed. He's used to people fearing and hating him. And yet he's beginning to feel a new feeling. A new, nasty, aching feeling in his chest. When he holds you and all you do is whimper, the ache worsens.

And people begin to notice. Chev, king, and master of his countenance, is cranky. Only Clavis and Sariel know the truth, and while Clavis is initially amused, eventually, even he needs his boss to get back to normal. So, it's not very gentlemanly, but he places a book, that's been secretly popular in the town, on Chevalier's desk unceremoniously. A dark romance, where the love interest succumbs to Stockholm syndrome and falls for their captor. It wasn't an openly popular book, but someone had to be purchasing all those books.

Chevalier had scoffed at his brother's gift, initially thinking it was a joke. But upon further inspection, he realized it was a piece offering. A genuine gift. A piece of advice. If anyone could psychologically break a darling into submission, it would be him.

And he does. It's not perfect submission, he still wants you to be you, but it's enough that you grow dependent on him. Just as before, you can't be sure if he loves you or hates you. And that's the crux of his control over you. If you're good, he'll heave a heavy sigh and give you affection. If you're bad, it will be like you don't even exist in his world. You are dirt. Dust. A bug beneath his feet. Only good darlings get love. Just like every other fool in his life, you're a pawn in his game. You just happen to be a fool that makes him feel butterflies in his stomach.

He doesn't like to hurt you physically. But he will if he has to. Nothing too damaging, part of your appeal is your aesthetic, after all. But if you do something stupid like think you can escape (and all you have to do is think it. He always knows) he might slap you, or hit you with a riding crop. If you make it a step outside of the room, he won't hurt you. But someone you love will be killed right in front of you. And you will be tasked with cleaning it up. If you somehow make it farther than step outside the room (aka, he lets you as a trust test) prepare to be isolated in a cold damp dungeon cell for as long as it takes for you to pass out from lack of food or water. Then he'll nurse you back to health so that all your mind sees is how kind and doting he is.

You can't win against the brutal beast. Geniuses have tried and failed. And one day, when you no longer have the foolish urge to fight him, when the prey finally recognizes it has lost, he might tell you he loves you.

[krys-loves-otome]

It's kinda cheating since October is my writing challenge month (fictober my beloved), so I usually try to have something for him (and IkeSen Mitsuhide) out in October bc that's his bday month, so they get freebies in October because of that.

There's like 4 different fics i want to write rn

[writingwhimsey]

Whimsey! This event sounds like so much fun! ♥3♥ Can I please request Prompt 3 “We should probably leave before we start a scandal.” + IkePri Clavis?

Oh, my 2nd Clavis smut fic! This was definitely fun to write and I truly hope I did him justice here (my other Clavis fics were crack fics, so whole new side of Clavis to write here haha). I hope you enjoy @venulus and thank you for trusting me with him!

Smut Is In the Air Event

Suitor ikepri Clavis

Prompt: "We should probably leave before we start a scandal."

NSFW 18+ content

A Scandalous Evening

No matter how many times I attended these balls, there was no getting used to them. Since becoming Belle, choosing the next king, and falling in love, my life had changed quite dramatically. And even though my duties as Belle were through and we had a new king… I still remained a fixture of palace life.

While I was Belle, I had attended my fair share of balls…under a cover story. The story was that I was a daughter of a distant noble, visiting the palace and studying under Sariel. Though no one seemed to believe this story. Rumors circulated the kingdom about my true identity. No one guessed I was Belle.

No, everyone thought I was a foreign noble or princess, brought in as a potential bride for either Prince Chevalier or Prince Leon (as they had always been the front runners to become king) to form an alliance. These rumors would make sense in all honesty. Especially since I now remained in the palace even after making my choice. And I am engaged to one of the princes. Not to form any kind of alliance as I am a commoner. 

No, I had fallen in love. And not either of the princes the nobles thought I was destined for. No… I had to fall for the most infuriating and frustrating, yet kindest of all the princes. Clavis. Though our engagement wasn’t officially announced yet. There were too many moving pieces to work through still, so soon after our new king had been instated.

“What are you doing over here, being a lovely wallflower?” Clavis asked, coming up to me from behind.

I jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. “Why must you always do that?”

Clavis just grinned at me. “Because you look oh so adorable when surprised.” He answered. He was then holding out his hand to me. “Come, let me take my lovely lover out on the dance floor.”

I sighed, but smiled as I placed my hand in his, allowing Clavis to pull me out onto the dancefloor. 

Clavis placed a chaste kiss upon my hand before easily pulling me into the dance. My hand remained in his as my other went to his shoulder and his free hand came to rest on my waist. I followed his lead as we moved in time with the music.

“You look especially stunning tonight, dear little bunny.” Clavis told me.

I smiled, my cheeks reddening at his compliment and the way he was looking at me. When Clavis looked at me, I never had any doubts of his feelings for me. “And you look exceptionally handsome tonight.”

“Oooh, and a compliment. I had a feeling tonight was going to be a good night.” Clavis replied, grinning at me.

We moved through the steps of the dance, Clavis leading me through each of the steps and even dipping me back a couple of times and throwing in a couple of spins. I was honestly having a wonderful time. When I was with Clavis, it was easy to forget that we were surrounded by so many others.

Clavis dipped me back once again, his face inches from mine. “You’ve no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.” He murmured to me, before pulling me back up to a standing position.

I felt my cheeks flushing even as my heart picked up its pace. However I didn’t look away from Clavis. “What would you say if I said I wanted the same thing?”

Clavis pulled my hand to his lips, placing a rather sensual kiss on the back, his eyes still on mine. “Then we should sneak away.”

Clavis was then leading me away from the dancefloor and the prying eyes of the crowd. We soon found ourselves in a secluded hallway, Clavis pushed me up against the wall, his lips hungrily descended upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms came to my waist, our bodies flush against each other.

I could feel my body temperature rising as our kiss intensified. Clavis’s tongue traced the line of my lips before diving inside to tangle with my own. Clavis’s hands began to trail over my curves through my dress. 

“Mmm…Clavis…” I murmured between kisses.

Clavis began to trail kisses down the side of my neck. “You look so beautiful in this dress.” He murmured in my ear. “I especially love this slit.” His fingers were trailing to the rather high slit in my dress, teasing my upper thigh.

“Mmm…C-Clavis…we have to…be careful…we aren’t…that far…from the ballroom…” I gasped out, my skin tingling pleasantly from his touch and kisses.

“Hmm…you do have a point.” Clavis replied, grinning at me. “We should probably leave before we start a scandal.” He then playfully nipped at my ear.

I let out a gasp. “Won’t we…be missed?”

Clavis grinned and took my hand in his. “Come now, little bunny.” He said, gently tugging on my hand and leading me away. We soon arrived at his room. 

Once we had crossed the threshold, Clavis closed and locked the door behind us before scooping me up into his arms. “Now I am free to love on my lovely lover all I want.” Clavis said grinning at me. “As you are free to love on me in return.”

I shook my head even as I was smiling and wrapping my arms around this ridiculous man. “Then we’d better get started.”

Clavis carried me over to the bed, laying me down before climbing over me. He captured my lips in a heated kiss once more, his tongue diving into my mouth to twist and tangle with mine. His hands moved over my curves, his warmth penetrating my cloths and soaking into my skin.

Our bodies pressed close as our kiss continued to deepen and our passion grew. Clavis’s expert hands continued to work me into a frenzy. “Mmm…Cl-Clavis…” I half moaned, half whined, as I reached to start undoing his copious amount of belts.

Clavis chuckled as he began to kiss down the side of my neck. “What an eager little bunny you are tonight.” He murmured into my ear before playfully nipping at the lobe.

“Ahg…I…I just want…to feel you…I want your skin on mine already…” I confessed. It was honestly maddening how much I wanted him.

Clavis pulled back to look at me, his cheeks slightly tinged pink. “Well, who am I to refuse such a request from my lovely lover?” He replied, reaching his hands to undo the buttons down the back of my dress.

I reached my hands to undo his tie before going for the buttons of his shirt. I had his top half bare by the time he reached my corset. He deftly unlaced my corset as I struggled to undo his belts. “Dammit, Clavis…why must you wear so many belts? They’re in my way.”

Clavis chuckled as he leaned down to spread kisses over my heated flesh. “I love seeing you want me so.” He said, kissing down my chest and stomach, his hands trailing up my thighs to remove my garters and stockings. He moved his lips further down the front of my body before going to my thighs, spreading kisses over my legs as he removed the stockings. 

“Mmm…Clavis…”

“You really do have the most gorgeous legs I’ve ever seen.” He said, looking up at me from between them, that devilish gleam in his eyes. His tongue slipped out to lick up the inside of my thigh.

“Clavis, will you just…”

Before I could finish my question, Clavis’s lips were on my core, his devilish tongue slipping out to taste me. That skillful tongue twisted and turned, lapping and flicking against the sensitive bud. 

“Ahn! Clavis…” I moaned as the thrills of pleasure shot straight to my core. My hips bucked against his face as my fingers fisted in his gorgeous soft locks. “Yes…k-keep…just l-l-like…THAT!”

Clavis happily continued to devour me like I was a five course meal, the pleasure wracking my body, that coil in my belly winding tighter and tighter. As he continued, he soon slid two fingers inside my entrance, pumping and curling them in time with the movements of his tongue against that pleasure pearl.

I was soon crying out as stars danced behind my eyes. My thighs tightened around Clavis’s head before trembling as my release barreled through me. “Clavis!”

Clavis continued his ministrations, drawing out my orgasm and lapping up every drop of my release. Slowly he removed his lips and fingers from my core. He gave me the most seductive look as he brought his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. Eyes gleaming and lips grinning.

“I hope you know, that was just the first course.” He said. “I want more.”

I was panting and gasping as I came down from my pleasure high. His words and action were already igniting a fire within me. “Me…too…”

Clavis grinned, reaching down to undo his belts and sliding out of his pants. My body moved on its own, my arms and legs opening for him, allowing him to perfectly position himself. His arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace as he slid himself inside me. “I plan to love on you all night.”

I smiled up at him. “Good because I don’t want to let go of you for a single second.”

Our lips met in a loving and passionate kiss as we began moving together. Our night was only just beginning.

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[rjthirsty]

I was looking through my WIPs, and I came across an ABC list I had made with the intention of doing for the IkePri princes. It occurred to me today that there are 13 princes (English side), and each one has his own birthday month (except the twins, obviously).

26 ABCs for one prince each month sounds doable. (I say while only managing 4 Kinktober fics.) Tbh, these should be easier since I'd just be answering the prompt sometimes and not writing a fic for each or even most of them.

I'm falling asleep while typing this, so I'll think on it again tomorrow, but for now it sounds good.

[violettduchess]

It's the beginning of 🍂 October🍁 and while for many writers that means Kinktober⛓️ dominates and fall and spooky challenges 🎃 abound, I had an idea for something slightly different:

How it works:

Below is a list of "costumes", each one representing an AU

Send a request with any Ikepri suitor (including side characters such as Cyran, Carlo, Walter, etc) and a choice of "costume" from the list below

That costume becomes the AU! You can also specify if you'd like the fic to be fluff, angst, spice or spooky!

For example: Silvio + "superhero"+ fluff gets you a fluffy fic with Silvio as a superhero!

Here are the costumes:

Cowboy🐎

Vampire🩸

Pirate🦜

Devil🔥

Angel 🪽

Ghost👻

Superhero🦸

Wizard🔮

Space Captain👨‍🚀

Mad Scientist🧪 

Werewolf🐺

Detective 🔎

Gangster💰

Artist🎨

Musician 🎸

Your own idea!💡

I'll keep requests open for 24 hours. As always, requests are answered at my discretion.

Happy October! 🍂🌠

Special thank you to @xbalayage for being the sounding board for this idea 💜

[eventinelysplayground]

Afternoon Delights

This is the fic I wrote for my smut milestone. I chose Jin because Ikepri was the first one of the games I downloaded and Jin was the first route I played so I thought it would be nice since that was where it all started to use it for a milestone. I also didn't have any Jin smut yet and he gave me a lot of options. I had a bit of a hard time in describing the positioning I wanted so hopefully it comes across ok and if not sorry. Thank you to @onegianthotmess for putting the idea for this milestone into my head even if we were just originally having a goofy laugh. A cat nap turns into an afternoon delight. WC approx 1550, this is NSFW so minors do not interact.

It was late afternoon and Jin's steps were light but quick as he made his way down the hallway. He hadn't gotten to spend much time with Emma lately, the recently visiting dignitaries from Benitoite added to their regular duties and young children had kept them apart but now it looked like they had finally caught a break. Jin had finished some of his work early and he knew Emma should be in their room refreshing herself after spending the morning running around with the kids. He picked up his pace, a big smile lighting up his face when he reached their room.

“Damn, there goes that idea.”

Jin shut the door gently behind him and let out a resigned sigh. Emma was in their room all right, curled up sideways on the bed and sleeping peacefully. She was still wearing a knee length dress she wore when playing outside with the children. Jin crossed the room and ran his hand over her hair down to her shoulder.

“You look beautiful even when you're asleep and we could both use the rest.”

Shrugging out of his jacket and waistcoat Jin let out a small yawn then kissed Emma lightly on her forehead before gently laying down sideways on his back beside her. He placed his hands under his head so he could look down the bed at her face and smiled.

“I still prefer my original plan but this isn't so bad either.”

Jin settled into the mattress letting out a sigh and then closed his eyes intending to join Emma in her nap. It hadn't been long though before he felt Emma shifting in her sleep and he opened one eye and looked down. Emma was shuffling towards him and he let out a low chuckle at the cuteness of it, that was until she lifted her head onto his lap and snuggled into him anyways.

“Now I really wish you were awake.”

Jin drew in a long breath in an attempt to settle himself but with Emma's sweet lips so close to well, he found his thoughts wandering and he shifted so that he could run his hand along her bare leg.

Emma was slowly waking up thanks to a pesky beam of light right in her closed eye. She tried shutting them harder not wanting to get up just yet but that didn't work. She then shifted her head to try and further bury it in the soft warmth of…

This isn't my pillow, what?

Emma's tired and still half asleep brain was trying to make sense of things when she felt the touch of familiar fingers lazily tracing lines up and down her exposed leg.

“Mmmm Jin….Jin!”

Emma's eyes shot open in a flash and she quickly lifted her head and looked down at her legs where she saw Jin's smiling face.

“When did you get here?”

“Not too long ago, you looked so cute all curled up I didn't want to wake you.”

Emma frowned, upset that she had apparently fallen asleep rather than getting changed as she had intended.

“I need to get up I have so much-”

Emma let out a loud yawn which made Jin laugh.

“It can wait, go on back to sleep if you want. I'll even stay and make sure you fall back asleep.”

“Thank you Jin.”

Emma went to lay her head back down in Jin's lap but her brain was now awake enough to notice that he clearly had something else on his mind.

He's being so thoughtful he obviously would rather have me awake.

Emma smiled to herself and lowered her head but instead of laying it in Jin's lap she kissed right beside the obvious bulge in his pants making his hand freeze.

“You're…always…so thoughtful.”

Emma punctuated her sentence with kisses along Jin's hardness and she heard him let out a tiny growl as she started to unbutton his pants.

“Emma…”

“Yes Jin?”

Emma stopped what she was doing to look at Jin. His eyes were full of heat and he shot her a look she knew well after all these years.

“I promise I have the energy for this, that nap was really… refreshing.”

She had run her hand along his bulge and watched as his head fell back onto his hand.

“You must be even more tired than I am, the least I can do is help you relax a bit.”

The whole time Emma spoke her hands were busy undoing the last of the buttons on Jin's pants and pulling them down enough to free his hard cock. Emma slowly ran her tongue along its length once before pulling back, she was still on her side but needed a better angle.

“How did you become such a good tease?”

Emma smiled to herself as she finished getting onto her knees.

“Well…”

She brought her hands down on either side of Jin's legs and lightly kissed the tip of his cock making him inhale sharply.

“I had a very good teacher.”

Jin's response never left his lips as Emma's tongue glided up the length of his cock before she captured the head between her lips. She started slowly, with the faintest pressure, moving her head up and down his length. As her mouth worked she felt Jin's rough hand run up her leg and under her skirt his fingers grabbing onto her ass cheek as he let out a throaty moan.

Emma's lips tightened around his cock increasing the pressure and each time she reached the head she made sure to swirl her tongue around and over it. Her pace still slow she took his whole length in her tongue flicking along the top of his balls and Jin inhaled sharply as he thrust his hips up making her take him in even more.

Emma loved the sounds Jin made when he came undone at her touch and she started sucking harder as her mouth moved over his throbbing cock and the wetness between her legs grew.

She carefully balanced herself on one hand while moving the other to slowly draw her fingernails along Jin's thigh before lightly gripping his base. As she reached his tip she gave the faintest nip with her teeth before pulling back completely only to drop soft kisses to it. Jin's hand released its hold on her ass and traveled upward pulling down her underwear in one swift motion.

With nothing now in their way Jin's long fingers wasted no time in making their way over her wet slit to her most sensitive spot. Emma let out a soft whine of pleasure before closing her lips around his cock again moving faster than she was before. Another moan from Jin and she tightened her grip around his base as his fingers slowed their movements.

“I'm craving something sweet, give me this.”

Jin traced his fingers over her opening and she let out a muffled moan. She let go of his base needing the extra balance but continued sucking on his cock as she lifted one leg. He was quick to move his hand down her leg, hooking her underwear on his fingers and sliding it over and off her ankle.

As soon as her leg was free and she had positioned herself over him Jin's hands wrapped tightly around her thighs. His tongue was hot and rough as it slowly licked over her molten core before flicking her sensitive nub eliciting a muffled moan. His tongue continued lapping at her nub and along her opening only adding to her wetness before it delved into her core. Her hips and mouth instinctively began to move at his rhythm and it wasn't long before they were both reaching the edge. They both moved faster, hips bucking against each other's tongues until Emma tasted the faintest hint of bitter saltiness.

Jin's grip on Emma's thighs tightened and she knew what that meant. She freed his cock from her mouth as he gave one last lick over her slit followed by a feather light nip to the inside of her thigh. Emma moved herself off of Jin only to turn to face him before she lowered herself onto his cock. His hands flew to her hips as she began to slide up and down his length.

“Jin.”

Emma's head fell back and her back arched as one of Jin's hands moved up her stomach and roughly groped her breast through her dress.

“Oh God yes, more!”

She bent forward to kiss him and the change in angle along with his fingers tweaking her nipple pushed Emma over the edge and her whole body shook from her release. She could feel herself tightening around his cock and it throbbed in response followed by the familiar heat of his cum filling her up. Their movements slowed and breathing began to even out and eventually they drew apart, Emma collapsing onto the bed at Jin's side.

Jin reached for her and gently drew her into his arms. He pushed back his sweat-dampened hair and let out a contented sigh.

“I need to let you help me relax more often, but naked from now on for better access.”

“You old pervert.”

Emma shook her head and laughed before placing a chaste kiss to Jin's smiling lips.

[randonauticrap]

Silent Letters to My Beloved

Pairing ~ Rio Ortiz x GN Reader

Word Count ~ 1.5k

Author's Note ~ This fic is my gift for the lovely @eli-chika in @ikemenlibrary's "My Ikemen Valentine" Gift Exchange! I truly loved being able to write this fic for you. It's been awhile since I've written for Ikemen, and even longer since I've written for Rio, but I hope I did him justice for you and I hope you enjoy! <3

(Ps. I also totally made up the dates because I have zero clue when ikepri is meant to take place lol)

Darling Love,                                                                                     11-08-32 

My sweetest dear one,

My heart,

When you rescued me, my world stood still. Who I was before the moment your hands touched mine was of no consequence anymore. I was yours, heart, body, and soul. Through the years, you taught me how to open up again; how to learn and take in the beauty of the world again. I learned how to love from you. The man who feared losing everything came to realize that he had never even known of "everything" until he knew you. 

I don't know why I'm confessing here, in this letter you will never read. I must seem quite foolish to you. Here you are, a bright and shining light, surrounded by those who shine almost as brightly as you do. The princes of Rhodolite are noble and kind - well, most of them - and you even outshine them at the center of it all. I can't even hope to hold a candle's worth of light to the beauty you radiate. Perhaps my purpose in this life is to stand behind you, just out of sight, and make sure you never suffer a single inconvenience. Honestly, it doesn't sound like too terrible of a fate: getting to stand close to you wherever you are, basking in the loveliness that is you. 

Sometimes I just wish…

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My sweet,                                                                                             11-17-32

I see the way they admire you, the curiosity and interest in their eyes. It shouldn't bother me. I should be able to keep myself contained as your butler and your… friend. But the way you smile back at them is enough to cast a shadow on even my brightest of days, and will tie my heart in uncomfortable, messy knots without any effort. I am not a man worthy of your affection, I know this. However, I can’t seem to force these feelings away. I saw Prince Leon taking your hand today, and leading you to the training grounds. He looked so happy to have your hand in his; I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t find otherworldly joy in it, so at least he responded appropriately. The pleased blush that spread across your face when his hand closed around yours pained me with the heartbreaking guilt of a man who loves you, but also desperately wants you to be happy - whether he is the one to make you so or not. 

This jealousy is proof I can never deserve you. You are better off with a man like Prince Leon at your side. I will stand behind you to make sure you stay smiling throughout your journey. I swear it, to you and to myself, I will only cry where you cannot see it. You will never know my heartbreak. You deserve better than that.

~ Rio

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My friend,                                                                                            12-10-32

You look so beautiful in the red outfit Prince Leon gifted you. It falls so beautifully around your frame and compliments you well. You will look so regal by his side that no one will question your place there! I know you worry; I see it in your eyes and the way a near-permanent crease sits between your lovely eyes, but you don’t need to. Just carry yourself the way you do in town, and in the bookstore. You’re so confident and sure of yourself there; at home. I miss when you seemed at home, when you were comfortable… when we were-

“Rio!” 

The call from the door, along with hurried knocks had him jumping from his seat like he’d been stung and running to open it for them. “MC!” he yelped, his journal so visible and open on the table behind him filling him with so much momentary panic that he didn’t realize they were crying at first. But at the first sniffle, his attention snapped to their face where tears were falling in crystal tandem onto their lovely clothes. “MC, what’s wrong? Come in, sit down, I’ll get you a cloth! Was it Prince Leon? I don’t care if he’s a prince of Rhodolite or not, I’ll have his head if he hurt you-!”

“Rio!” they cried louder and he silenced, looking helplessly at them. They sniffled again. His heart clenched at the sound - the worst sound in the world, he thought, the sound of their pain. “I embarrassed myself.” sniff “The whole ballroom turned to judge me. They’re still talking about me, I’m certain.” sniff “I can’t show my face in that room again!” 

“No matter what happened, if they judged you, they’re the ones who should be ashamed!” Rio flamed, his hands coming up to frame their shaking shoulders. “Where is prince Leon? Did he not follow you?” he asked, despite himself. 

“I don’t want prince Leon.” they huffed. “He’s nice, and sweet, but-” sniff “He isn’t you, and I want you.” Rio’s heart stuttered into a wild rhythm at the possible implication of their words, but he shoved his hope to the pit of his stomach where it belonged; this wasn’t about him, it was about them. And he would be anything they needed him to be. So he put on his best face and nodded, pulling them into his embrace where they easily fell and curled around him. ‘It feels like coming home.’ he thought as he backed them both up enough to gently shut the door behind them and wrap his arm back around them, his hand finding their soft locks and stroking them tenderly. They wetted the shoulder of his undershirt with their tears, but he didn’t care. What was a shirt in comparison to them? The shirt was made better by having touched them, if anything. 

“Want to sit down?” he whispered into their hair and they nodded after several seconds more of sniffling, so he maneuvered them towards the short couch next to the fireplace in his room and made to ease them down into the seat gently, but they tugged on his arm, pulling him down with them. He let out a gasp of surprise as they settled sideways on to the couch and pulled him over top of them. 

“Please, Rio. Just- just hold me.” they whispered into his neck as he lowered himself gingerly down on top of them, hovering just above them to keep from possibly hurting them. However, they wrapped their arms firmly around his back and drew him close, rendering his efforts futile as he was forced to relax against them. He felt them sigh and relax into him, their nails beginning to scratch up and down his back, sending electric shivers through his entire body. 

“Are you sure I’m not going to hurt you?! I’d never forgive myself if-”

“Rio, it’s fine.” they murmured, stopping him short. Their voice was subdued now, a comfortable haze enveloping them in warmth, and Rio let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, letting himself nuzzle into their neck. “I love having you close.” they whispered softly. “You feel like home.”

His breath caught again, this time full of the words he was too much of a coward to say, so he propped up on his elbow instead to look down at them, hoping the love in his eyes was enough to get the message across. Something must have reached them, thankfully, because they met his eyes with the same ardor echoed back to him and he swore his heart stopped beating. “You do too.” he finally croaked out, shocked that any words could form on his lips at all. They brought their hand up to his cheek, letting their fingers brush against his soft skin, the tiny blond hairs there tickling their fingertips as they followed the path of his cheekbone back to his ear and then to his fine blond locks. Their eyes followed the path of their fingers until they were out of sight, lost in his hair, then traveled back to lock with his. 

“Rio,” they muttered breathlessly.

“Y-yes?” he said, hardly trusting his own voice to work the way it should. 

“Kiss me.” 

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My Dearest Fiance,                                                                            5-25-33

You grow more exquisite as each day passes, and I can’t believe I get to be the man to stand by your side. My proposal was so swift after we became lovers, I worried you wouldn’t say yes. But I couldn’t bear to wait any longer, and my heart is far too full knowing you feel the same! I know you enjoyed your time at the palace, but I’m so glad we’re back at the bookstore, home. Although, I know for certain that wherever you go would be home enough for me. If one day you decide to travel across the sea, I’ll be there beside you, ready to take on the world as your husband. With you, my love, I can take on anything. Thank you for loving me, I will never believe I deserve it, no matter the number of times you tell me. And I cannot wait to fill this journal with our adventures together. No more heartbreak, only love. Forever love. 

~ Your loving fiance, Rio

[scummy-writes]

I've been thinking about genres of fanfic I don't normally write, and figured I'd share some angsty fic ideas I've either gotten cold feet on, or accepted that they're not in my capabilities to write. Just some summaries of what the fic plot would have covered. Mainly ikevamp but there is ikepri too.

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Unrequited Isaac/Mc - I feel like it's easy to assume Isaac would easily be in unrequited love situations from his side of things, but switching it to Mc actually being the one having unrequited feelings would be interesting, I think!

The plot would have been similar to Isaac's route a smidge, as in how they begin to finally *talk* and Mc generally getting closer, and a friendship forming. Isaac starts to get out of his shell a smidgen, and she even helps him gain the confidence to teach again. All the while her feelings for him keep bubbling forth, until one day when he pulls her aside, flustered and requesting help.

He admits to spending some time after teaching with an acquaintance, and that was the reason why he would be late to return some days. He stumbles over his words a lot, but eventually stutters out that the aquaintance is a woman he believes he has feelings for. Isaac is nearly ashamed to ask, but due to a lack of experience, he was wanting Mc's help with how to approach asking her on a date.

Mc's chest constricts, her breath hardly coming out, but after a moment she finally nods, explaining that she'd be more than happy to help him with this, because what are friends for?

There would be a chunk of the fic with her having to hear Isaac happily going over details about the wonderful date he's went on, and how thankful he is for Mc's help, that he's the happiest he's been in ages.

It could easily branch to Mc getting with someone else in the mansion over this, but all I could imagine was her essentially using them to get over her own feelings, rather than legitimately wanting to be in a relationship with them. And maybe they would know it too!

But the idea hurt too much so I kept everything as notes _(:3」∠)_

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Arranged Marriage Clavis/Mc - I won't act like I understand royalty and the politics that come with it since this flavor of fantasy isn't my forte and I don't seek it out, so keep that in mind please. Secondly, I don't hate Chev and this idea is unfair towards him.

It would have been a fic centered around Mc being in an arranged marriage for whatever reason with Chevalier (don't leave yet---). She's unhappy, she doesn't want it, and she's upset with how cold he seems. She's to stay in the palace until the marriage, and she's unfortunately stubborn. Her mind isn't changing about him, and most of her anger towards her family is being (internally) redirected towards him.

Clavis is naturally around Chev a lot, we all know this, and with her being new to the palace, everyone is a bit curious about her. And Clavis....is a huge softie in my mind... so I imagine that once he notices how often she looks so solemn and upset, he prods at her to rise different emotions out of her.

And at first, she thinks he's annoying. She's frustrated and trying to figure out the best case scenarios for staying here, and she has this fool popping up and insisting she try this and that 'food' he's made, or pull her to the gardens to watch one of the other princes fall for a trap he's made. Or, if she's particularly sour about something Chev has said, he joins in on her venting.

But as time goes on, she enjoys his frequent prodding. It's no longer just a distraction, and as much as they bicker, she finds herself missing him when he's too busy to visit.

And, well, it's obvious where it'd spirial to. The two eventually falling victim to their emotions and having a heated 'confession', sneaking around, trying to deny the feelings but not able to stop seeing each other late at night.

I didn't want to attempt it because I'd get so many details about the game's universe wrong firstly, but also it was just mean towards chev _(:3」∠)_ I wanted to cover the fact that he wasn't an asshole, and that he'd do a few things that would make Mc fairly happy.

Then pregnancy scares were considered, but as I thought about it longer, I shriveled up and decided i cannot write for this game and that this would have been the most melodramatic tv soap themed fanfic I'd written and I promptly erased the document notes.

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Character Death Arthur/Mc - I actually wrote a good chunk of this one before rereading when I was more awake and realized it made no sense, and put the document away.

This one is more simple, and was a focus on the fact that the vampires would outlive Mc. I don't like Mc going vampireless, but the idea is certainly....a thing...to think about.

The fic itself was going to be shortly after her passing, with Arthur essentially staring at the music box he had given her at the start of their relationship. It's well worn by the time this happens, he knows that the comb doesn't hit all the notes properly, that it skips over a few. The lever is harder to crank, and the paint on the dog figure has rubbed off over time- even with all the repaints she would do.

He'd been unable to sleep that night, just absentmindedly staring at this box, unable to stop himself from thinking about various memories with her- when they married, the surprises he hid in his stories for her, and how giddy she was with them. The arguments they had, the nights he was convinced she'd leave him, the day they realized just how sick she was. All the times they considered turning her, and the way his gut twists wishing he managed to convince her to agree to it, even if it was in the worst of ways, because then she'd still be alive and happy.

I think I was going to have him put her wedding ring inside of the box, and then hide it in his dresser or shelf, due to the fact that every time he looked at it, he felt like throwing up from the onslaught of emotions.

I almost posted this one but chickened out! But the draft really was bad because I wanted to try and show just how disjointed his thoughts were, but it just made the whole fic nonsense.

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Reincarnation Au Isaac/Mc - this one wouldn't have been too angsty, and I actually posted the first part (here) of this during 2021's Isaac Week.

I was going to have Mc as a vampire, and Isaac as a human. It was inspired by that one event where the suitors aren't who they are historically, but theyre still vamps and meet time-period appropriate Mc, that had sad as fuck endings.

It would go with Mc spotting him at the cafe one day and eventually gaining a bit of a crush on him, to her finally meeting him, to how they would stumble into a relationship. Hilariously, their first time being together wasn't going to be heavily focused on.

Instead, it was going to be focused on Mc trying to come to terms with letting Isaac die. It was going to be a generic instance of people finding out she's a vampire, Isaac trying to protect her, and failing.

And all the while, as the years go on, she's traumatized over it (naturally). It would cut to modern day, and her spending a lot of time with a witch friend. The friend being very disappointed in Mc's near refusal to properly try and recover. She's gone decades refusing to get too close to anyone else, wears and regularly repairs the gift he'd given her, and she's still overwhelmed with guilt. Her friend has offered to even do the extreme of helping her get rid of the memories, but she's stubborn, and her friend gives the ultimatum that she needs to learn to live again, or else they really would go through with the extreme. (This sounds very silly so this was a strong reason I dropped it)

But during one visit, Mc ends up shakily telling her friend that she ran into him again. (Said friend thinks she's finally gone delusional for a moment). Isaac seems to have no memories of her, and their conversation was strained due to her being in disbelief.

The fic was then going to go the route of the two shakily getting together again, only for Isaac to admit he did remember her after seeing her a few more times, but was upset she didn't seem to remember or refused to get too close to him again, and so he avoided her for a while to try and get his thoughts in order, and if this was a relationship to persue again.

It was going to have a happy ending and focus on Isaac helping her absolve some of the guilt she's had for years. Not too angsty, very angst Lite at the most. I ended up scrapping it due to thinking it wouldn't be interesting for others to read, and that the mc and the friend were very flat.

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Recovery Gilbert/Mc (Tw: Self Harm, when the text turns blue then this idea is over with, if you wanna skip it!) - I know jack shit about Gilbert and his personality is hard for me to figure out. I don't think I could write him convincingly even if I wanted to. And with general "i am out of my element" vibes with ikepri, this likely wouldn't be one I'd ever actually write, and in general this wouldn't be a subject I could feel okay posting in depth regardless of the fandom

It's short, but it was essentially a situation set up as it is in Sariel's route- the three visiting princes staying there, yadda yadda.

There isn't much of a lead up to this one as the others, but in short my ikepri Oc regularly hurts herself. I'm not going into specifics with that.

The set up was that Gilbert finds out, and in return for not telling anyone else about it or trying to allude to it in front of others, he wanted to ask questions regarding it (the whys and other questions).

And she hates it. He has the same entertained look as always and she doesn't want to put an ounce of trust in him because it's risky and scary, honestly. But the idea of anyone else finding out makes her heart thump painfully against her ribs, and she quietly agrees.

He ends up tipping her chin to make her look at him, and asks when the last time it happened, with a reminder that he can't stand people lying to him. Bitterly she tells him, and is mildly surprised he doesn't ask anything else. Instead, he comments about meetings in the morning, and how a certain rabbit is in charge of helping the visitors with that, and moves to leave.

But he leaves salve and bandages behind, mentioning that if the wounds were to get infected, she'd get caught by the others quickly.

...the story would be about the very strange ways he'd manage to get her to stop doing it, while she stresses about how truthful he is with any of his intentions and words. It would have dissolved into a strained relationship.

Aside from the stuff I stated, this would be something very hard to write. I know others write this content, and dead dove content, but it seems like such a risky thing for me to write about. For various reasons, but also its scary to think about how it could unintentionally negatively impact people who struggle with it. I know slapping warnings is supposed to be the safety net there, but anxiety is never resonable.

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And that's it! Or all I can remember at the moment. It is 5am in my tinezone so my brain is not at 100% right now.

But uh. Yeah, the way these aren't super structured and grossly ooc or too soap opera for me is why I usually just stick to smut and small fluff drabbles.

And I am also a crybaby. That is a major reason.

If you guys wanted to ask qs about them, I wouldn't mind, but if its a critism of how bad they are or how they're ooc, I don't want to hear it.

[nightghoul381]

I just wanted to say that I love your writings. Do you have any new ideas brewing? Fics that you're currently working on? Suitors that you'd like to write for?

Hello Anon!!!

First of all thank you!! I'm so glad you enjoy my writings, that is such a huge compliment <3

Right now, I am trying to get caught up on some of the translations that I've been meaning to do, so I don't have a ton currently planned as far as writing more goes just yet.

I do have the ccc that @itsjudesfault and I are hosting and plan to write some for that, but I haven't decided what just yet 😅

I really don't have any suitors in particular that I'd like to write for over the others, I really like most of the suitors in general so I don't have a problem with writing for any of them!

Requests are always open if anyone has some, especially if you wanted to request something for any of the wonderful cccs that are going on right now!! Falling 4 You CCC Cozytober Visions of Temptation I currently only write for ikepri and ikevil, but I am playing through.... all of the other ike games currently XD I tried not to but I see other people talking about them and it made me curious and now I have all of them downloaded and I'm (slowly) learning the characters for each one!

[clavissionary-position]

Waiting for all the cupid!Clavis fanart to flood in with this current event 🤭

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

I LITERALLY HAVE THAT LEO LOVE INTERESTS REVIEW OPENED IN ONE OF THE FORGOTTEN TABS ON MY MOBILE CHROME!!!!!

oh my god thank you for sending it anyway, now i've been reminded to finally check it out!! Not only do you love recommending stuff to people, but you're also very good at it! *points at the songs below as well* But first, about Touchstarved. Nope, not yet. As we enter summertime, the part of my brain that is at fault for assigning vibes to hobbies is preventing me from reading it 😂 i know it's not going anywhere so im not all that mad... im currently reading my remaining Cupid Parasite routes and im trying to fall back in track of reading ikerev on the daily (i fail. but we'll get there eventually. i have luka and lance's ttlg and dalim's main route left to read) ahhh why am i rambling to update you on my otome adventures out of a sudden?! sorry!!

NOW ABOUT THE SONGS. BIG THANKS TO YOU AND YOUR WIFE!!! i might be replying late to this but in fact i did give them a listen last month and they were more than i could wish for! I really liked Florence's song, ive been trying to get into her music since forever and i think that might finally done it for me. thanks to you, because i couldn't have discovered such gem on my own! And the others too! The last two songs can fr be the soundtrack of that fic, im going to cry. Thank you so much for sparing the time to give me this lovely list 🙇🏻‍♀️💕💕

Now when * I* give someone recommendations, they tend to be oddly specific and based on the vibes the person gives me, and you're not immune to that, so speaking about songs, im going to present you with... Joanna Newsom's Cosmia and take a wild guess that you're going to like it. Or maybe you know it already? Or maybe im completely wrong. It's very haunting and beautiful, and actually, this used to be my "ikepri song"! Back in the day when ikepri didn't even have his JP version out, i discovered this song while feeling the hype of the game and the energies of the two matched surprisingly well. Anyway im sorry for getting chatty! It's always a pleasure talking to you!! Have a great day!! Your wife too!

Hi friend! I spaced out earlier today, as one does, and my thoughts wandered to your MerMay fic, which I'm looking forward to binge reading after it's all posted. Daydreaming led to pondering the scintillating magic of a mermaid/vampire romance, which led me wondering if I'd ever read that before. The answer is yes, exactly twice! Have you read or played Mermaids and the Vampires Who Love Them? I think you'd like it! It started as a Wattpad story, and Chapters adapted to a visual novel. The other mermaid/vampire romance is from Romancelvania, a new dating sim metroidvania game which is fantastic and hillllarious, but I'm unsure if you like metroidvanias.

Here is Mermaids and the Vampires Who Love Them on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/15146893-mermaids-and-the-vampires-who-love-them

Anyway, happy MerMay and I hope you the rest of your day goes swimmingly!

HEWO!! HUH!! REALLY!! 🥺🥺 I hope you can enjoy it then! 🙇🏻‍♀️ Don't enter reading it with high expectations! 😂 I frankly don't know what's happening anymore and yesterday's prompt was "music for a sushi restaurant" 😂 I'm up for the challenge though, have been for 21 days now 💪🏻 Oh my god thank you for these two lovely recs!!! I feel like you'd might as well be an encyclopedia of indie dating sims at this point!! It's a very specific theme and I'm happy to see not one but two games about it 🥹 I'll check them out! Ironically, this May I've been consuming the least amount of media that would put me in the mood of the challenge compared to other years hahah...so this is very welcomed ❤️ I was wondering if you know any mermaid-related songs? 👀 Very specific but I actually have a couple already and i might put together a playlist at this point 😆 Have a great day and thank you for these!! 🙇🏻‍♀️

[writingwhimsey]

Lakeside Dalliance

Another entry for @xxsycamore's Late Summer Rendezvous event! Sorry for the delay in this one (and lack of fics recently). Heavy stuff has been going on and I haven't really felt like writing, but I think I am ready to get back to it.

Also this is my first fic for the ikepri fandom! I decided to write for...Jin! I hope you guys enjoy!

18+ NSFW content, PIV, nipple play, semi public sex

You and Jin had gone for a lakeside picnic to enjoy the beautiful late summer day. Of course, it wasn’t much of a picnic considering it was all sweets that Yves had helped you make. You had been feeding each other the sweet treats and enjoying the time together before packing your picnic up and heading back home.

“It’s such a beautiful day.” You said, smiling at Jin as you two lazily walked along the lakeshore. 

“Yes and it’s a shame it has to end so early. Are you sure you really need to get back to your library so soon?” Jin asked, a playful grin on his face.

“I can’t leave Rio to run it all by himself.” You reply. “We have been getting busier.”

As you two walked and chatted, you weren’t paying attention to where your feet were going and you ended up tripping over a tree root. The next thing you knew, you were tumbling, Jin reaching for you but losing his own balance, resulting in both of you falling into the lake.

Jin’s arms were around you and he was helping to pull you back up to the surface. “Are you alright?” Jin asked, holding you close, his garnet eyes wide as he looked at you.

“Fine…just wet now.” You answer.

Jin grins at you. “I do tend to have that effect on you.” He teases.

You frown and playfully slap his chest. “Jin!”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead, before helping you get to shore. Once you two are standing on dry land, Jin’s eyes are looking over you, checking for any injury…however his gaze quickly grows heated once he eyes your chest.

“Jin?” You asked, feeling yourself flush. That’s when you look down at yourself and notice that your white sundress has become see-through and your nipples are standing out very proudly.

Before you can even react, Jin’s large hands are on your waist pulling you close and his lips are on yours in a hungry kiss.

You quickly melt at the feel of his lips on yours and his hands groping your breasts through your wet dress. You moan into the kiss as his thumbs slide over your hardened nipples.

“Jin…” you gasp between kisses as you both sink to the ground. 

“Sorry…” Jin replies, grinning at you as he pulls away. “I just…can’t help myself when you…look so good like this.”

You return his smile. “...’S’okay…” You reply, as you can already feel the heat growing between you two.

Jin repositions you so that you are straddling his lap and he’s undoing your dress at the back, pulling it down to free your breasts before burying his face between them. He starts to kiss and lick over your breasts one at a time as he uses his fingers to toy with the nipple of the other one.

“Mmm…Jin…” you moan as you start to grind your hips against the growing tent in his wet pants.

Jin lets out a groan, causing his lips to vibrate against the nipple he holds in his mouth. You grind down harder in response.

Before you know it, neither of you can take it anymore and you’re undoing Jin’s pants and he’s ripping away your panties, your dress wet and bunched up at your waist. You position yourself over him before sinking your hips down and taking him in all at once.

You both groan at the feeling of being connected so deeply. You fist your fingers in Jin’s hair and drag his lips away from your chest to connect with your own as you begin to ride him. He grins into the kiss, his hands going to fondle your breasts as you continue to ride him.

“Mmmm…Jin…hah…I…I love…you…” You get out between pants and moans.

“I…love you…too…” Jin replies, his hands sliding down to grip your hips as he trails kisses down the side of your neck.

Before long, you are reaching your peak, feeling yourself coming completely undone and your walls clenching hard around his cock, pulling him into his own release.

Jin grins at you as you both slowly come down from your high, you still sitting on his cock. “I think Rio can handle the library for a bit longer, don’t you? I don’t think that was enough.”

“I think…you might be right.” You admit, returning his grin. You would eventually return…but a little longer with Jin wouldn’t hurt anything.