#ikepri yves fluff

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MUSE - YVES KLOSS X READER

Warnings : non-sexual semi-nudity, one implication of sex, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 1.4K words

Additional notes : This probably makes no sense from a practical standpoint (after all, I’m not a fashion designer) but I just think of how this would be part of Yves’ love language.

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Yves’ hands were flitting gracefully from one exposed inch of skin to the other, touch achingly gentle despite his precise and calculated movements. Not an excessive flourish of the hand, and not a single gesture out of place; truly, he was always the epitome of grace.

Still, they were rather confused by his actions in the first place. Standing at the edge of their shared bed, they remained as still as he’d first asked them to. “Err, Evie?”

“Yes, darling?” he softly replied, eyebrows still furrowed and his words coming out a little absent-minded, his focus clearly elsewhere.

They watched as he draped another piece of cream silk cloth across their chest, guiding their arms a little outward so that he could wrap it snugly. “Would you mind telling me what you’re doing?”

He only hummed, having placed a pin between his lips and bit down on it. A few moments of silence passed as he fiddled with the sash this way and that, before he finally seemed to have a somewhat-satisfied look in his cerulean eyes and pinned it in place.

Mouth now free, he said, “I’m making you a blouse, of course.” With a shake of his head, he tossed his bangs back from obscuring his vision as he looked up at them. “It’s one of the designs I’d sketched last month.”

“Oh, the one you showed me in bed, after…?”

“Yes, I’ve got a perfectly good memory of when that was, thank you very much,” Yves loudly interrupted, and it took all they had to not laugh out loud at the way his cheeks began to flush as he surely began to recollect the events of the night in question. It was always endearingly easy to fluster him. His expression was quick to turn serious, almost apprehensive even. “Are you okay with this?”

At that, they chuckled a little. “A bit too late to ask me that when I’m already acting as a mannequin, don’t you think?”

The red dusting his cheeks grew a little deeper. “I was in a rush! If I hadn’t done that, all inspiration would’ve been gone in a flash.” Eyeing them carefully, his hand reached out to gently brush against the exposed side of their waist. “Really, is it alright? I do like dressing you up, but after last time…”

Oh, dear, sweet Yves. So that’s what was on his mind. They wanted to quickly dispel any worries he had, and waved him off instantly. “I was feeling particularly sensitive then. I know you don’t mean to imply that I don’t look nice enough besides you.”

“Because you absolutely do,” he fiercely interjected, a proud look in his eyes that others might’ve taken for haughtiness—but no; it was just his sheer delight in their presence on his arm wherever they ventured together. “You’d look absolutely radiant in a sack of potatoes anyways, and I mean it.”

Laughing, they leaned into the embrace he’d unconsciously began pulling them in. Arms wrapped around him as he nestled into their chest, his eyes painfully sincere that it warmed them all the way down to the tips of their toes.

“But you know I want to wear your creations. They’re all so beautiful, and they’re only made ten times more dazzling because I know that you made them with me in mind. So thank you, Evie. You really do make me feel like royalty.”

“Silly,” he clicked his tongue, a small pout on his face as he floundered for something to say for a few seconds. It didn’t matter how long they’d been together; he still had trouble coming up with responses to their forthright affection. An amused look on their face, they waited a few seconds for him to gather his bearings. He quietly went on. “You already are, though. Have you forgotten that you quite literally married a king?”

They shook their head helplessly, leaning down just the tiniest bit to press a gentle kiss to the top of his soft hair. Inhaling sharply, they sought comfort in the fact that that distinctly sweet scent would always be associated with him. Sunshine, pastries, and lavender; all things so utterly him that it was impossible to not see him as the personification of warmth. Try as he might, no sharp words rolling off his tongue would convince them otherwise.

Before they could say anything though, a sudden breeze came in through the half-open window. With autumn right around the corner, it was getting chillier and chillier every day after sundown. Still only half-dressed in the silk Yves had draped on them, they were not immune to letting out a shiver as goosebumps appeared on their exposed skin.

Almost instantaneously, he shot up from their embrace. “You should’ve said something,” he scolded them, that look of immense concentration flickering back to life in his eyes. “I’ll finish up quickly now, should be done in a minute or two.” Picking up one of the pieces of fabric he’d set on the bed, he glanced up at them once more. “Do you want me to close the windows until we’re done?”

“No, it’s fine. The room needs some fresh air anyways.”

Taking that as an invitation to continue, Yves immersed himself once again in the world of fashion and picturesque beauty. With a vision only he could see, it was astounding to see him so intent on turning them into the most breathtaking being on earth, with nothing but his deft fingers, his expensive cloth, the pincushion in his lap, and the detailed sketchbook on the bed.

He’d once said that he wanted the clothes he designed for them to give them enough confidence to translate into power; to somehow turn their already-stunning appearance into a shield like the one he possessed himself. True to his word, there was never a moment they were all bejeweled and lavishly dressed when they felt anything less than incredible about themselves.

Trust; the utmost form of love they could give him. They had no doubt in their mind that Yves had to have worshipped every inch of their body to know what perfectly suited them. And that’s why—as he darted from one task to the next—they could only watch on with affection brimming from their eyes.

“The sleeves should be flared a little. The design’s a little unconventional with silk fabric, but it’ll help make it more convenient when doing things that require rolling up your sleeves,” he mumbled almost to himself, words barely audible as he kept a pin between his teeth, but still just as lively as ever with his crystalline eyes shining. “You said that cuffs are a hassle, so this should solve that problem.” With a flourish and a flap of the big sleeve, he demonstrated that and pinned the cloth in place.

For a beat or two, Yves moved back to take in the sight of them. Whatever he was looking for he seemed to find, for he nodded and gave an appreciative hum. Turnung to his reference sketches, he ticked off a few things, before perking up once more. “Oh, and the collar’s still up for debate. I was thinking two ribbons that you could tie together at the front, maybe into a cute bow... then again, you do feel sick on carriage rides, so that might not be much of a good idea, so maybe—hey, are you listening?”

He was scowling up at them, ready to scold them some more, but the lovesick look they must’ve had on their face paired with the dopey smile stopped him in his tracks, and had him blushing down his neck and even his chest through the wide collar of his chiffon shirt, something they clearly were enjoying admiring now.

“Pervert,” he managed to choke out, following their line of sight, though he made no move to adjust his clothes, and even relaxed his form a little more, unconsciously (or was it?) revealing more of his deeply flushed skin.

“Evie?”

“What?” He’d tried to sound annoyed, but there was no bite behind the word. Something about that fickleness of his had more adoration welling up in their chest, threatening to burst through their ribcage and swallow them whole. And so they could only blurt out the words that tore themselves out of their heart and onto their tongue.

“I think I fall more in love with you by the day.”

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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐓𝐨𝐨

↬   🧡 Jin has been acting strange today. Before you can make a connection between all the strange things happening all day, he's got you head over heels for him once again.

Jin Grandet x f!Reader • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Established Relationship; Married Characters; Aged-Up Character(s)• wordcount: 1,111 • masterlist

For Cozytober 2023 by @randonauticrap . Prompt - No. 14: Lord Huron - The Night We Met Lyrics - "I had all and then most of you/Some and now none of you/Take me back to the night we met"

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADAME L!!! Here too, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, may your day be filled with all things you love, and I'll help a little bit by offering you this humble gift... I hope you enjoy, our dear resident Jin lover 🥺❤❤❤

Jin has been acting strange today.

It was around noon when you began looking around for him, remembering the plans you two made for your day off. It's strange that he hasn't monopolized your time since the very second you opened your eyes in the morning... which made you all the more determined to be the first to find him and not the other way around.

Strangely, everyone you ask gives a different reply as to where they saw him last. Leon for one sounded very confident about seeing him in the training grounds - while Yves was sure he had stopped by the kitchen just a couple of minutes ago.

You stand helpless in front of the palace gardens, autumn leaves dancing in the air with a gust of wind, as if to highlight the lack of any presence in the vast open space stretching out ahead of you. You sigh, noting the position of the sun and how it's been following you in your quest to find your lover, rolling across the sky faster now that the days are getting shorter.

You reach the sitting area and a gasp comes out of your mouth as if you refuse to believe your eyes. There, on the pink settee, that's definitely Jin just casually lounging around...

"Did you get lost in the palace?"

Lost? In the place you've been living for so long now?

"You look as if you just saw a ghost. Come here... this was our meeting spot for today, did you forget?"

Oh.

"Maybe I did? I don't know. I'm a bit distracted these days."

Jin smiles sweetly at you, standing relaxed as you take a seat next to him. As soon as you're close enough, however, his demeanor changes as he almost pounces on you, stealing your breath as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips.

You guess he missed you?

What you expected to end as soon as it began becomes deeper and fiercer, and even though you chuckle and pull away to ask him what's with him today, he doesn't let go. He just keeps on kissing you.

"I think I could spend my life with a girl like you."

Face burning red, you decide not to pay too much mind to the oddness of it and to enjoy his showcase of love instead.

It's evening when you get summoned to Leon's faction room. The fourth prince soothes your worries but still insists all of you wait for Jin before starting.

At last, Jin shows up. Takes out a lollipop. Banters with Yves. Tousless Yves' hair. Attempts to tickle Yves.

"Do we really have to do this part as well?!"

Huh?

Leon is quick to steal your attention with a well-timed cough before he addresses, at long last, the reason you're all gathered here. Apparently, it's something about an upcoming gathering with officials from abroad and it has to do with making a good first impression when it comes to introductions. You suggest Chevalier's faction should be the one working harder at these, but Leon only gives you an understanding look before asking Jin to introduce himself first.

"Jin Grandet. 34 years old, still in the prime of my youth. I'd say my best feature is those charming eyes of mine."

Before everyone can roll their eyes, and despite the fact that you feel the urge to do so yourself, you chime in: "Well, he's right."

Jin winks at you and continues.

"My hobbies are my wife, my wife, and my wife."

"You're the worst."

"You never shut up about your wife."

Noting the mood of the other princes based on these comments, Leon uncrosses his arms and calls it a night. Just like that. You thought he was way more tolerant and used to Jin's antics by now... and you also thought you'd be stuck here for much longer. But in the next second, you find yourself in the room alone with Jin who looks as if he has no intentions of getting up from the couch anytime soon.

He shifts the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue, the hard piece of candy clinking softly against the back of his front teeth.

"Sooo?" You ask, approaching him. "Are you going to tell me what all of this is about, already?"

"Why don't you take a seat?"

You spend a whole two seconds considering his offer before you sit down close enough to him that your knees are touching. The question still present in your eyes, you hold his gaze demandingly.

"I was thinking about you a lot lately."

"Jin, you always think about me-"

"And about the night we met. Well, the night I introduced myself to you."

All the pieces fall right into their places. That day, two years ago... you got lost in the palace, wandering off until you accidentally witnessed Jin kissing a woman in the garden, and...

When your mind goes to that place, your new, fresh memory of Jin kissing you breathless right there just earlier today domineers over the initial one.

And then when night fell, you now remember, you were right here in this very room, and...everything was just as it happened just now.

"You...recreated that day? But why?"

"Because I hate myself for giving you a bad first impression like that. I was such a fool. I had no idea how special you're going to become to me and... I don't want you to look back at those memories and remember me by all those awful things. And I wish I could rewrite much more than that first day. But unfortunately, I can't."

You take hold of Jin's face, suppressing the urge to seal his lips with your own so he doesn't say another word. Emotion rushes through you, and you lay your forehead against his shoulder instead.

"Jin, I could never trade our first memories together for anything. You know why? Because they're the proof of the long path we walked towards here."

Jin is at a loss for words, evident by the way he freezes and only after a few silent moments does he shift a little so he can stroke your back. When that ceases being enough to communicate how touched he is, he gently guides you to look him in the eye again.

"I love you more than anything. I love you so damn much."

You chuckle, rubbing your thumb across his chin as you get closer.

"Do you remember your next line?"

"No, I don't."

"If you keep staring at me like that, you're gonna make me think the feeling is mutual."

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SUMMARY: small moments with rio!!!

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i am not brainrotting oevr rio i am not i would never do that i swear im not i am not i would never i cant its literally impossible i am not thinking about him more than i should i am NOT who even is rio i dont know who that is he sounds like a total loser imagine being a man named rio i would never brainrot over you

im a liar

rio who wakes you up in the morning with a kiss on your nose and a cheery compliment, your breakfast placed in front of you. he watches you eat it with stars in his eyes, yearning for your approval. he practically jumps out of his skin when you ask him why he’s just standing there and not sharing this breakfast with you, and he’s all too eager to climb into bed and share your warmth (and food.)

rio who takes you around town while you run errands, insisting that he should be here for you in case something happens. he swings your hands back and forth, humming a tune you don’t recognize. you catch yourself staring at him and look away, even though you know he wouldn’t mind. he’s such a beautiful soul, so devoted and good to you, it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the whole world.

rio who whines when you try to feed yourself a sandwich you picked up from a vendor for lunch. his puppy dog eyes are something you can’t resist, so you sigh and give him your sandwich. he beams like you just told him you love him again, and he feeds you your lunch. if your hair threatens to fall into your face, he tucks it behind your ear with the softest brush of his fingertips against your cheekbone. it’s enough to make you pause, but he’s still smiling and motioning for you to keep eating. It's a bit embarrassing, but so long as he’s happy, you’re happy.

rio who turns bright red when you kiss his cream of dessert off his lips while you laugh. you know it’s not fair to tease him, especially when he’s been waiting for years for you to say you’d fallen for him too, but his flustered stumbling and wide eyes are too adorable to resist. he pulls you close and hugs you tightly, and for a moment you swear you can feel the yearning he stored away in his heart for you.

rio who dances with you in the streets when he hears live music, who sweeps you off your feet in a clumsy twirl (mostly on your part, though he doesn’t comment on it.) he spins you around and holds you close, reveling in your smiles and laughter. he wants to cause as many of your smiles as he can. he wants to absorb your laughter into his skin. he wants to be anything and everything that makes you happy because it’s the least you deserve.

rio who tucks you in at the end of the day to make sure you don’t get too cold at night. he stays for a few beats longer than he should, just staring at you and replaying the day’s events in his head. it’s selfish of him to want it all to happen again, but that doesn’t stop him from yearning. he leans over and kisses your forehead, only to freeze at the soft murmur of his name. you thank him for helping you to bed, as tired as you were, and kiss his cheekbone softly before smiling up at him.

and just when he thought he couldn’t love you any more, you prove him wrong.

[randonauticrap]

Autumn Baking

Pairing ~ Yves Kloss x Reader

Word Count ~ 667

Author's Note ~ Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's Autumn fluff time!! And I'm starting with Yves! No warnings, all fluffy sweet goodness, plus a teeny tiny Licht feature!

"Wait, you’ve added too much milk!” Yves shrieked from beside you and you slammed the bowl down on the counter in defeat.

“This is the fourth time I’ve messed it up, I’ll never get it right, Yves.” you sighed, sinking into a nearby chair. The palace kitchen was a wreck, with flour and eggshells scattered haphazardly all over the countertops from your many failed attempts at baking a cake. You reached around to untie the apron Yves had gifted you, but delicate fingers wrapped around your wrist, halting your movements. 

“Wait.” Yves pleaded, and something in his voice gave you pause. You turned and your eyes locked with his bright blue ones that were laced with an underlying desperation. “H-Here,” he stuttered, leading you back to the counter before placing the mixing bowl back into your hands. Then gently - as though he was afraid to spook you - he gingerly settled his manicured hands over your own. You dared not gasp aloud at the spark of electricity that tingled up your arm when skin met skin, because despite his tender motions, it would be he who would more likely get startled than you. 

He guided you to add more flour to the runny mixture, then more vanilla extract before leading the whisk in your hand around the bowl with dexterous skill. His breath tickled your neck as he looked over your shoulder at what he was doing. It smelled vaguely of mind and of the honey tea he had shared with you earlier. You smiled as you felt your cheeks flush, and you couldn’t help but let your mind drift to the fact that Yves had agreed to help you make your favorite autumn dessert - caramel cake - despite the fact that it was his own least favorite; he always claimed that it was far too rich to have much of a flavor profile outside of caramel. But here he was, not only being patient with your repeated failures, but teaching you the feeling of expert baking through touch; touch, that had admittedly turned your face quite hot. 

“D-Does that feel okay?” Yves’s timid voice directly in your ear pulled you from your thoughts in a flash and, without thinking, you turned your head in the direction of the sound and bumped noses with the stunning prince. This gasp could not be contained and drew through your lips with surprise at just how close his face was to yours. He gave a similar reaction and you both froze as your eyes sought refuge in his, and his in yours. You nearly sighed in admiration at just how beautifully the blue of his irises complimented the jewels in his earrings, but held back for his sake. His gaze broke from yours to travel down your face, halting ever so slightly longer at your slightly parted lips before traversing their way back up. 

‘Is he going to kiss me?’ As soon as the thought intruded upon your mind, there was a loud knock at the kitchen door. The two of you broke away with an alarmed flinch and stepped away from each other before the door even opened. Your heart hammered in your chest and you nearly feared it would escape as you placed a steadying hand on your chest while Licht walked in. 

“L-Licht! What are you doing here?!” Yves squealed, at an even higher pitch than normal. You glanced his way to find his cheeks a deep shade of beet red to match the tips of his ears, and you turned away from the pair to hide your smile. ‘He felt it too.’

“I just came to make sure the kitchen hadn’t exploded.” Licht deadpanned and you stifled a giggle. 

“Yves made sure I didn’t do that.” you responded shyly and threw another look Yves’s way. 

He had turned his face away so that neither you nor Licht could see it, but you heard the twinkle of joy in his voice when he mumbled quietly, “Yeah… she’s a natural.”

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Yves, Ballroom, Candy Cane

Evie, being cool and sweet. Approx. 800 words. IkePri New Years Event story!

Emma stepped into the ballroom, her back straight, shoulders tight. She could feel the weight of expectation as heads turned, inspecting her, judging. They knew. It was a thought she could not shake. No matter how fancy her dress or fine her jewelry, the nobles could tell she was common. She took a shaky breath and tried to smile.

There was so much beauty here, she thought. Dresses made of rare silk and lace, sewn with gems. Diamond necklaces worth more than she could make in a lifetime of selling books. The feeling of being an imposter grew, the certainty that she did not belong. Her smile faltered, fell. 

Her eyes searched for an exit. No matter what Sariel said, this simply was not going to work. There was no way she could pretend to be -

“Emma.” A warm hand settled lightly on her forearm. 

She nearly jumped. “E-evie?”

A brittle smile sat uncomfortably on his porcelain-perfect face. His sharp gaze took in her expression, her posture. “This won’t do,” he tsked. 

“It won’t?” She had no idea what he meant, but her nerves were wound so tight she couldn’t gather her thoughts. 

“You look as if you want to cry and run.” His voice was soft, pitched for her ears alone. “A gentlewoman would be excited for her first ball. Nervous, perhaps, but happy.” He squeezed her arm gently. “Smile.”

Emma forced a false smile onto her face, and nodded. “Sorry. I’m just . . . I don’t know what to do. Everyone was staring. They still are.”

Yves gave a haughty sniff of disdain. “That is due to me. You are not remarkable.”  

“Oh. A-alright.” She wasn’t sure what to say to that. It felt like he was trying to reassure her by being rude. “Umm, so what should I do?”

He sighed, a pained expression flashing across his face before he resumed smiling. “Most noble women want to dance. Do you know how?”

She nodded. “Sariel made sure I had lessons.��

“Then come along. And look as if you want to do this.” Yves laced his fingers with her, guiding her out to the ballroom floor. Whispers and weighted gazes followed in their wake.

It took Emma a moment to realize what he intended. “Are you going to dance with me?”

Yves raised an eyebrow. “Yes. And you’d better not step on my feet. I refuse to look like an idiot in front of the peerage.” 

“I’ll do my best.”

“You’d better.” His expression softened for a heartbeat before his icy arrogance descended again. 

Emma settled into his embrace as gracefully as she could, and let him lead her into the first steps of this formal dance. His grip on her was gentle and firm. There was an unexpected strength to him, one that suited his elegance. His touch sent a wash of warmth through her. 

Yves watched her with his sapphire gaze. “You’re smiling. A real smile.”

“Am I?” She felt her pulse speed. There was something about the way he looked at her. Something new, or perhaps, something she simply hadn’t noticed before. 

He was silent a long moment as the music rose, filling the air. He spun her, and caught her, pulling Emma close for a moment. So close that she could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his fine suit and feel the whisper of his breath on her cheek. “You’re very pretty. When you smile.” Yves said it so softly that she almost didn’t hear. As if the words were more for him than for her.

In a slightly louder voice, one more pitched to conversation volume, he added, “Next time, let me fix your hair. This style doesn’t suit you.” 

Emma nearly stumbled, the unexpected compliment followed by a criticism left her unsure of how to respond. “I, um, thanks?”

“Of course. I can’t allow Sariel’s protege to run about looking less than perfect.” His haughty voice belied the heat in his gaze, a flame burning amidst the icy arrogance of his demeanor. 

The song came to an end, the music dwindling into the chatter of the crowded nobility. Yves stopped, though he did not release her hand. There was a tension between them, words unspoken, emotion not yet acknowledged. 

Emma took a shallow breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Silly, to be so affected when all Evie had done was dance with her. 

Yves lifted her hand to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss across the top. The light touch sent a jolt of electric pleasure buzzing from that spot up her arm and through her body. She felt hot and cold all at once, a new tension coiling in her low belly. 

“Until next time,” Yves’ eyes were the blue of banked coals as he lightly squeezed her hand and then let go. 

She wanted to reach for him. To dance another song, a hundred more even, but he was already turning away. And all around them, whispers rose up. Cruel gossip and cutting laughter. But Yves held his head high, and so Emma did as well.

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[fic] More of Barista!Yves fic

More of Barista!Yves fic

Ikemen Prince | Yves Kloss x Emma | G | 495 words

ao3 link (later)

Sequel to Barista!Yves and Customer!Emma vignette

A/N: The sixth of the seven fics for @cy-inky's one week challenge! Prompt is "Please don't cry." I did something a little different today and continued the little ficlet I had of Yves and Emma. There is finally a resolution! You go, Yves!

Divider by @/saradika.

His reaction was a disaster, and by the time Yves had reappeared Emma was gone. His heart leapt off his chest and did a freefall to splat into the floor. Jin was flirting with a customer, and Yves stomped over, whispering furiously to his brother:

“Where is she?!”

Jin took a few seconds before disengaging from the customer. He had a pitying smile on, and Yves dreaded the response.

“The pretty lady left,” he said, and he looked so concerned. “I saw tears streaming down her face ...”

“Gah!” Yves didn't wait for Jin to finish his reply before scrambling outside. He had to catch up to Emma as quickly as possible; he didn't want things to end up the way they were—him escaping from the confession and Emma thinking that she had no chance. What if she thought she'd be better off with that puppy of a blond? Yves had a better shade of blond than the guy! His hair shimmered gorgeously under any kind of light! He also had better sense of style—so take that!

Emma’s figure stood outside the coffee shop just a few meters away, hunched, head bowed, back on him, and Yves feared the worst. He dashed towards her, yelling, “Please don't cry!”

Emma started, straightened up, and whirled around.

“It's not that I'm reje—oh. You're not crying.”

Emma tilted her head, confused. “I'm not.”

“Then why ...” His gaze dropped slightly to find that one of her hands was holding her phone. “Oh ...”

Then he wanted to crumble into ashes—or fall in one of Clavis's pits.

“My father suddenly called,” Emma explained.

“I-I see ...”

Her expression lit up. “Ooh! Did you think that I was crying from rejection?”

“No!”

“Don't feel guilty about it, Yves.” Emma pocketed her phone and approached him. Up close, Yves spied some freckles across her ruddy cheeks.

Wanting to take a step back but resisting that urge, Yves remained in place, resolutely concentrated on Emma's (pretty) face.

One step. Then two. Emma's eyes shone, bright with intent.

“I'm determined to win you over.”

And this was it. He couldn't screw this up again. Now or never.

Yves took a deep breath.

“You don't have to win me over,” he said, carefully at first. He's going to melt right on the spot. “B-Because—I feel the same!”

Emma blinked. And blinked. And blinked some more.

Then she blushed. Like ink spreading on water, pearlescent pink blooming over her exposed skin. It didn't stop her from grinning open-mouthed, a sound of joy escaping from her.

“Oh, Yves, I like you so much!”

If Jin and Clavis and Nokto—and even Leon—could see him now, they'd hoot and whistle at his current state. He knew for sure that he looked like a tomato. He hoped that Jin wouldn—

“Ohoho!” Jin's voice cut through the moment. “I'm gonna call Clavis—”

“NO!”

Beside him Emma laughed, her hand intertwining with his.

[fang-and-feather]

A Sweet Moment

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Rating: General

Categories: F/M

Pairing: Yves/OC

Words: 815

Prompt(s): "This gingerbread house just WON'T stay up!", from the "’tis the season for love" content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen

Summary: Yves finishes work later, to find his girlfriend having trouble in the kitchen.

Fang and I planned for each to do a work for a new fandom and I'm glad I finished mine to close the year.

Yves got inquiet after not seeing his girlfriend all day. They had plans to spend Christmas together the next day, but, even so, he would have felt better if he’d at least seen Linet that morning.

At least now his work was done, and they could spend some time together before going to bed. If he could find her. Linet had called him fickle before, but she was the one who, without him or some task to keep her in check, became unpredictable. If she wasn’t in her room or the library reading, she could be anywhere.

But Yves knew his girlfriend enough to find her in the next place he searched after that. The kitchen was filled with the sweet scent of baked goods, but not with the usual sound of Linet either humming or singing. Instead, she stood rather silent, staring down at a quite crooked gingerbread house that finished tumbling down a second later.

Usually either optimistic and happy or at least composed, this time Linet was pouting. Yves found her cute, even like that.

He watched a little longer as she started rebuilding it, but when the house fell apart again and Linet started frowning, he approached, rubbing the wrinkle that formed between her eyebrows.

“What did I tell you about making such faces?” He asked in a gentle tone.

“Something about me getting a permanent wrinkle or something.” She laughed before giving him a kiss on the cheek and leaning against his chest. “I missed you.”

The gesture got him by surprise. She always changed emotions so fast that sometimes he had trouble keeping up.

So he kissed her on the lips, both because he really missed her, because she was looking so adorable, and a little to hide how embarrassed he was for being surprised like that.

“I missed you too.” For a moment, the two only shared a smile, before he looked around the kitchen, filled with various manners of cakes and other sweets. “What is all of this for?”

“Well, you’re usually the one making things for me, but since you were quite busy today, I wanted to make something for you instead, but I was a little restless and ended up making too much, so it can be our little early Christmas party!” Yves wondered if Linet had eaten some of it already, because her beaming smile looked a little more excited than usual and she was speaking a little faster and louder. “I don’t know if we can eat all of it but, if we don’t, we can share with the others later.” Linet looked down. “I just thought I would have finished it before you arrived but…” she cast a pouting glance at the remains of the candy house on the table, “this gingerbread house just WON’T stay up! The base is easy, but the top always falls apart.”

With a defeated sigh, she left his arms to try again.

Yves just couldn’t believe his girlfriend, doing so much to try making him happy. It wasn’t fair that her efforts were causing her distress instead, but he had watched her before and the problem was a little with her. Linet wasn’t as delicate as she looked and had a tendency to handle things more roughly than necessary.

“I told you, you need to relax and concentrate on not putting too much force into your work. It didn’t break, which means you’re improving, but you have to control yourself better. Here. Let me help you”

With a smile, Yves walked behind her and took her hands in his, feeling how tense Linet was and how she relaxed under his touch, allowing him to guide her in the first steps of rebuilding the house, then released her hands to watch her finish it herself with much more ease.

“Thank you, Yves.” Linet turned around and hugged him. “You’re always so good at everything that, sometimes, I get a little hasty in improving myself. But you’re right, I have a long way to go yet.”

“And I’ll be here to help if you need.” It made him feel good when she depended on him and when the things he did put a smile on her face. Linet was always beautiful, but she was at her prettiest with a smile on her face. “Do you want to eat now?”

“Just a few more minutes.” She hugged him tighter, nuzzling against his chest, and he held her.

A few minutes? Yves didn’t know if he could only hold her for that long, especially when her scent was so sweet and tempting. But it didn’t matter. No matter what they were doing, he knew these sweet moments would always be precious for both of them. And when she kissed him again, he knew they wouldn’t be eating much at that ‘party’ and probably celebrating their early Christmas in other ways.

I wanted to write for this fandom for a while but it is such a slow process to read through canon, so if there is some OOCness or other inconsistences I'm sorry.

[allovertheplace-writing]

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Headcanon - Clavis, Sariel, and Leon Falling for a Tsundere (Fluff)

》》 Leon

Headcanon - Leon with a Depressed Reader " Suffocating Days" (Hurt/Comfort)

》》 Yves

》》 Jin

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[writingwhimsey]

Can I ask a prompt from the fluff free space, like, Suitor reacting to MC/reader taking care of them when they're sick

If so, can I request Leon Dompteur? ❤️

I may be wrong, but I think this is the first time I've written for Leon. So I hope that I can do him justice! I hope you enjoy :)

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff prompt: Free Space- Sick suitor reacting to reader/mc taking care of them

Suitor: ikepri Leon

No warnings just fluff...well ONE curse word, but just tooth melting sweetness!

Leon

Leon wakes up, not feeling well, his head pounding and body aching, stuffed up nose, cough, the works. He tries to hide it, but there is no hiding it from you. You know him so well and can tell he feels like shit just by looking at him. He is startled by your hand on his forehead.

“You’re not leaving this bed today.” You inform him, as he is hot to the touch.

“But…”

“No, buts. You have ministers and such that can see to the kingdom for one day. Besides, you shouldn’t be making decisions in your state.”

He tries to get up, but you are able to easily push him back down in bed. Proving to him that he is too weak to do anything until he has recovered from this cold. He relents while you tell Sariel and the others that he is staying in bed for the day, too sick to do anything.

You spend the day taking care of him. You make sure he is seen by the doctor, who also orders him to stay in bed for the day and gives you a medicine for Leon and instructions on the dosage and how often he needs to take it. You keep a basin of cool water and a cloth close by, using that to help try and bring his fever down.

Though Leon at first, feels he can’t rest, comes to enjoy staying in bed and having you take care of him. He loves the way your hands feel as they run through his hair, trying to help soothe his headache with a gentle scalp massage. His childhood as a slave, he’d never had anyone care for him while sick. He’d always been expected to work. Yet here you were loving him and doing everything to soothe his every discomfort.

By the time Yves brings some soup, Leon is all too happy to let you feed him. And he takes the medicine as you give it to him and reward him with cheek and forehead kisses. Though he most enjoys it when you have him lay his head in your lap. You place the cool cloth on his forehead and then use one hand to absently play with his hair as you hold a book in the other. You read aloud to him like that, soothing him to sleep.

Though he is sick and feeling terrible, he can’t help but to fall asleep with a smile on his face, enjoying the loving care you provide for him. Maybe he would need to have sick days more often.

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[scummy-writes]

Autumn Daze

Pairing: Gilbert/Mc (Pre-relationship)

Word Count: 1890

Tags: Fluff, Pure straight fluff, Gilberts kinda a weirdo, desecration of Chev's poor book

Summary: It's finally time for you to have a full day to yourself- and Gilbert decides to join in. Written for the Ikepri Gift Exchange, hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen ! I received @daegupaksu as my giftee- I hope you enjoy it!

Out of all the rooms in the palace, the space that you deemed your own was not just the guest bedroom they had provided you with, but a lovely secluded seating area. Despite the fact that it was a bit out of the way and clearly unused unlike the others, the fireplace was still maintained well enough to light, much to your delight.

It was there that you snuggled in on an early autumn afternoon. The temperature was low enough to justify all of your favorites: the lit fireplace, comfortable blankets, and a warm drink to sip at while watching the colorful leaves blow past the window. Warmth cascaded down your throat, and you smiled, forever grateful Yves begrudgingly taught you his hot chocolate recipe.

The star of the show that tipped your mood into excitement sat beside you, cover glinting in the autumn rays, was the coveted book you had been seeking for months now. Found in Chevalier's library, all you had to do was promise a new book in return for him to let you borrow it. Your luck had been running high lately, and you counted your blessings for it as you cracked open the book.

Of course, perhaps planning such a day proved your hubris. Deep in the pages of a torrid romance, you missed the gentle tapping of a cane coming closer to the couch you sat at. No- you didn't notice the outside world at all until a puff of air hit your ear, Gilbert's voice tickling.

"I found you, little rabbit."

As much as you wished you could say you calmly faced the visiting beast, that would be a bold lie. Because when Gilbert spoke in such a low, teasing voice, your body's first reaction was to yelp and clap your book shut- effectively losing your place.

And control over the now rapid beat of your heart.

"Prince Gilbert!"

Hand over your chest, you wearily looked at him, frowning as he laughed.

"Ahaha, you're so easy to scare. What are you doing in such a secluded room?" His eye scanned the area, landing on your plate of snacks.

"Enjoying my free day… alone."

"I'd like to join you."

"...."

With the games that Gilbert played, you knew the only options for this were to accept letting him linger, or deal with the consequences of being 'forced' to let him cozy up with you. And out of those options, you quickly relented, wanting no arguments.

It wasn't as if spending time with him was awful. Past his 'threats' when you ignored him, he seemed oddly interested in you, so there wasn't too much bickering between the two of you. The more you thought about it, the less you could recall having a genuine bad time with him. There were too many moments between the two of you where he patiently listened as you talked about the latest book you read that clouded your memories. When the two of you were alone, he seemed different than described.

Plus… if he was here with you, others were far less likely to interfere with your day off. You'd gladly sacrifice a book and some of your snacks to ensure more peace today 

So you relented, scooting to make more room on the couch, moving the pile of blankets you had gathered.

“I was expecting a little more bite from you.” 

Even with admitting that, he shamelessly sat beside you-  close enough to where the only space in between was excess from the blanket you had draped across your lap.

Resisting rolling your eyes, you settled in a bit further against the arm of the couch, trying to ignore how Gilbert toyed with the blanket.

“Sometimes, I don’t see the point in getting into an argument when the peaceful option would benefit me more.”

“Hehe, what an odd way to say you’re enjoying our time togeth-”

“There’s some snacks on the table, though I didn’t account for more than me, so there isn’t a wide selection.” You cleared your throat, searching through the pages of your book to locate where you had been interrupted.

“What’s this?” Gilbert lifted the kettle left on the table, inspecting.

“Yve’s hot chocolate-” The excitement in your voice dwindled as he wrinkled his nose, setting it back down immediately. He downed sweets at an alarming pace, a feat that made those witnessing it stop and stare, but he didn’t like hot chocolate? “...and also water, in the jug beside it.”

Without further prompting, he took the glass you had set aside for yourself and sipped at it. You tried to ignore how he deliberately drank from the spot your lips had touched, the faint coloring of your balm leftover on the surface gently coating his lips.

"And are these books from Chevalier's library?" He asked, reaching to pluck one from the stack resting on the table.

"Yes, he usually lets me borrow the ones he's already read."

A hum was your only reply. Gilbert promptly accrued a pile of snacks from your supplies, resting the stack on his thigh as he cracked open the book. Seeing how he finally occupied himself, you went back to your novel, seeing where you had left off.

.

Steady munching brought you out of your mesmerized state, echos of the fantasy you had been reading fading away as you focused on something much more important: being able to borrow books from Chevalier again.

You looked in horror as Gilbert ate while reading, uncaring that small bits were settling into the crevice of the book he read.

"Prince Gilbert… If you get crumbs in that…"

"What do you mean?" Another page flipped, crumbs surely caught between.

… Well, at least Chevalier never reread books. Maybe you could find a replacement if cleaning up was a disaster. 

Gilbert cocked his head as you continued to frown, an innocent smile playing on his lips. For a moment, you wondered why you fathomed he would care about Chevalier's books.

Giving up with a sigh, you set to find where you left off, trying your best to remember what was going on in the story before the conquering beast attempted to stop your heart.

But… curiosity always got the best of you. Rereading the same passage for the fifth time, thoughts preoccupied,  you realized with both of you 'distracted', you could potentially see a rare sight: Gilbert with his guard down.

Or, as close as you could get, anyway.

Pretending to be entranced by the text in front of you, you tucked your hair behind your ear, using the motion to peek at the man beside you.

And…surprisingly, he did seem relaxed. His one eye scanned the pages in front of him smoothly, a cookie poised at his lips as he contemplated the words he read. It was a bit difficult to discern if he was enjoying the novel, but with how he was reclined into a comfortable position, you were hoping that was the case. Suddenly, it felt important that he respected your reading tastes. A feeling you tried to muffle quietly.

And with that same 'glance' that had turned into a soft stare, you began to understand that the tight feeling in your chest wasn't one due to the conquering beast sitting beside you. 

It was due to Gilbert, idly thumbing the corner the page, his focus making your heart flutter.

Had…he always been so attractive?

"You've been on the same page for a while now, little rabbit."

That red eye of his flicked towards you suddenly, making your heart thump painfully. You tried to ignore his grin as you hurriedly focused on your book again, ears burning.

.

“What did you do that for?” The woman exclaimed, looking disdainfully at the man before her. His brows furrowed as she set her hands on her hips, frown set firmly as he sheathed his sword once more. “Figured you might be more grateful. The man was bothering you, was he not?” “Well…”

Ah, nothing ever seemed to go right between the two in this story. But you could feel the main character’s defenses slowly lowering, as the gruff man forced to accompany her on the daily showed his respect in newfound ways. Yet, just as they got closer, one of their emotions would get in the way, halting all romantic progress.

You were sure there was more explanation to be had, however you couldn’t help the fantasies of being in her position instead- working to understand such a man.

Breath held, you read onward, devouring how the male lead seemed to stumble over an apology for his assumptions, having to accept his brash actions were not always the answer. Each new tidbit of information regarding him made your heart beat sound louder in your ears, and just as you reached the telltale dramatic sigh before the true apology was spoken…

Gilbert’s hand came into your view, brisky stealing the book out of your hands.

“I-what? Huh?” You had to blink for a moment to register the absence of pages within your grasp, turning to him in confusion. 

“I’ve been talking to you, little rabbit. After you never responded to my declaration of war, I thought I would give another chance-”

“But it was getting good…”

In response to your pout, you thought you saw a flash of a strange emotion in Gilbert’s eye, one that wouldn’t make much sense given how the two of you weren’t close enough for it. 

“I’m bored, little rabbit. How do you intend to make up for ignoring me?”

.

This position was… 

Settled between his legs was one thing, but Gilbert had gone so far as to set a new book in your lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. It felt like you were just a stuffed toy of his, being held close to his chest as he read.

Your initial offer of letting him have the rest of your snacks didn’t go over well. Instead, he just smiled until you looked over at the table, seeing how every last crumb had been devoured. Of course… 

And in your annoyance, you muttered he could choose what he’d like for atonement. An idea you assumed you’d regret the moment it slipped past your lips, but now here you sat. Shared blankets over your laps, Gilbert’s steady breathing against your back, his soft sigh of contentment tickling the shell of your ear.

It was surprising, how your muscles eased so instinctively in such a position. 

"Have you finished the page?"

"We're reading together? But my other book-"

"You're done with that one, aren't you?"

… For today, it seemed. Overlooking the text, a memory slowly reformed as you picked up bits of the story. Combined with the striking black cover of the book peeking from behind the pages, you were sure of the answer before you spoke.

“Is this that book you recommended a while ago?”

You could feel the way his lips curled into a smile, his hold on you tighter for just a moment before he hummed an affirmation.

Well… It did seem interesting. Perhaps reading it like this wouldn’t be too awful?

Accepting ‘defeat’, you let yourself sink into his embrace, considering that while maybe that flash of jealousy in his eyes felt misplaced, what spawned from it was a rather comfortable end to your day off.

I hope you enjoyed this, Daegupaksu!! If there are any details or mannerisms you'd like me to change, please let me know 🙇‍♀️ For clarification sake, the little '.' randomly between paragraphs are supposed to be scene breaks - tumblr always gives me trouble and doesn't space them out for me properly if I don't put Something down.

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»All the things we choose to share«

My heart is overfilled with warmth. Sometime when I wasn't looking, this blog has also passed 1 000 followers.

I'm so grateful for everything. This life, this living, is so lovely, even if bitter sometimes.

Let's celebrate.

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IkeSen Requests: Closed IkeVamp Requests: Closed IkePri Requests: Closed The Arcana Requests: Closed

Pick a prompt and a character from the lists below, and send me an ask.

1 prompt + 1 character = 1 request; 1 request per ask

You can submit up to 3 requests.

The requests will be written into x Reader drabbles. That being said, a longer fic may be written if circumstances allow.

[Optional] You can choose your own flavouring packet -- fluff / comfort, angst, or thrill.

Prompts

Kiss(es).

Touch.

Tears.

Words / Silence.

Gift(s).

Surprise [wild card for the writer].

All the above prompts work as umbrellas. For example, Touch prompt can mean things such as holding hands, cuddles, sharing the bed, etc.

Available Characters

IkeSen -- Kanetsugu, Kenshin, Masamune, Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, Shingen

IkeVamp -- Arthur, Comte de Saint-Germain, Charles-Henri, Jean, Theodorus, Vlad

IkePri -- Chevalier, Clavis, Leon, Licht, Rio, Yves

The Arcana -- Asra

There isn't a set deadline for the event to close. Refer to this post for updates. Requests may close on fandom-by-fandom basis.

Please, feel free to reach out to me in case of any questions.

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••• ━━━━━Chevalier Michel

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😏- Use a corny pick-up line on them 😏- Use a corny pick-up line on them (2) 📜- Recite a love poem to them 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

A Special Reading Session [smut] Tags: Vaginal Fingering; Love Bites; Marking; Kissing; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots [fluff] Tags: Birthday; Letters

Is this what you wanted? [smut] Tags: Shameless Smut; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Resolved Sexual Tension; Dirty Talk; Slight degradation; Dominance; Creampie; Female Ejaculation

Bearing the consequences [smut] Tags:  Rough Sex; Vaginal Sex; Slight footplay; Dirty Talk; Dominance; Degradation; Verbal Humiliation; Masochism; Spanking; Overstimulation; Crying; Come Swallowing; Slight Exhibitionism

Seduction [smut] Tags:    Nipple Play; Nipple Licking; Fondling; Size Difference; slight size kink; Slight primal kink; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Lingerie

Asking for it [smut] Tags: Established Relationship; Not Wearing Underwear; Spanking; Crying; Overstimulation;  (light) Verbal Humiliation; Vaginal Sex; Prone Bone; Rough Sex; Dirty Talk; Creampie; Ear licking; Possessive Sex

Naughty surprises [smut] Tags: Smut; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Nipple Play; Soft Chev at the end

••• ━━━━━Leon Dompteur

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear ; 🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 📜- Recite a love poem to them

Love like fireworks before my eyes [smut] Tags:  Festivals, Established Relationship, Public Sex, Roof Sex, Cock Warming

Just another book reading date [smut] Tags: Somnophilia; Consensual Somnophilia; Cock Warming; Semi-Public Sex; Library Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie

Santa, honey [smut] Tags:  Quickies; Dirty Talk; lots of dirty talk; Riding; Size Kink; Creampie; Come Eating

••• ━━━━━Yves Kloss

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 🤭 Whisper something embarrassing in their ear

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🫂- A warm hug

Headcanons for Arthur and Yves comforting a Reader who is insecure about her body [headcanons] Tags: Fluff; Comfort; Insecurity; Body Image; Food 

In Apple Blossom Time [fluff] Tags: Fluff; Dates; Gardens; Tea Parties: Reading; Birds; Tea snacks; Afternoon Naps; Some humor Make me reach the star(s) [fluff] Tags: Tall!MC (Belle); Height Differences; Fluff; Christmas Decorations; Humor; Humor and Fluff

A cat in heat [smut] Tags: Hand Jobs; Facials; Come Eating; Sexual Humor; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Teasing; Premature Ejaculation

••• ━━━━━Nokto Klein

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall

Dirty promises [smut] Tags: Strip Tease; Face-Sitting; Cunnilingus; Come Eating; Dirty Talk

••• ━━━━━Licht Klein

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 🤸‍♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them

Lessening the barriers [smut] Tags: Outdoor Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Cock Warming

Tantalizing Teatime [smut] Tags: Slight size kink; Size Difference; Vaginal Fingering; Semi-Public Sex; Squirting; Female Ejaculation; Wet Dream; Blushing

••• ━━━━━Jin Grandet

Overheat [smut] Tags: Modern AU; Seduction; Pet Names; Sweat; Dirty Talk; Alcohol; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Riding; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Nipple Play; Breast Play

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 💌 - Leave a love note in their pocket

Revenge Comes Big Breasted [smut] Tags: Breast Play; Suspenders; Rough Body Play; Muscles; Body Worship (Boob Woship); Groping; Nipple Licking; Nipple Play; Biting; Kissing; Pet Names; Established Relationship; Massage; Massage Oil; Overstimulation; Coming Untouched

Personal rules are made to be broken too [smut] Tags: Accidental Stimulation; Sex on Furniture; Size Difference; Making Out; Vaginal sex; Creampie

Scold Me More [smut] Tags: Degradation kink; Humiliation; Verbal Humiliation; Face Slapping; Slapping; Groping; Semi-Public Sex; Cunnilingus; Masturbation; light foot play; Dom/sub Undertones; Femdom; Light Masochism

Special Treatment [smut] Tags: Birthday Sex; Morning Sex; Blow Jobs; Breast Fucking; Dirty Talk; Facials

Mine For A Christmas Night [fluff & angst] Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship; Christmas Party; Reader is not Belle; Drama Yours For New Year's Morning [fluff] Tags: continuation of Mine For A Christmas Night; Implied sexual content; Drama & Romance; plot for a multichapter fic told in just two parts; possible spoilers for jin’s route; Getting Together; First Kiss; Sharing a Bed; Some Humor; Pillow Fights; Fake/Pretend Relationship; Alcohol; Implied Sexual Content; Morning After

••• ━━━━━Luke Randolph

Out of Love [smut] Tags: Breeding; Impregnation; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Cuddlefucking; Mentions of Pregnancy; mentions of babies; Fluff and Smut; Multiple Orgasms

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent ; 🍰 - Share your sweets with them ; 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"

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You offered solace, I found love [smut] Tags:  Crushes; Friends to Lovers; Love Confessions; Cuddling & Snuggling; Spooning; Dreams and Nightmares; Comfort ; Masturbation; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Size Kink; Size Difference; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Creampie Milk and Honey [smut] Tags:  OC; Quickies; Semi-Public Sex; Outdoor Sex; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Lap Sex; Making Out; Honey; Some Humor; Size Difference; Size Kink; Creampie Birthday For Two [fluff] Tags: Surprise Birthday Party, Birthday cakes, fluff, humor, featuring also Leon, Yves, Jin as well as the other princes!

••• ━━━━━Clavis Lelouch

Virgin Bunny in Heat [smut] Tags: Bunny Suits; Bunny Ears; bunny tail; that one Clavis card; Virginity; Virginity Kink; Making Out; Sloppy Makeouts; Dom!Emma; sub!Clavis; Femdom; Neck Kissing; Biting; Groping; Premature Ejaculation; Coming Untouched; Coming In Pants 

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ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🫂- A warm hug 🧵- A hand-made craft 🧵- A hand-made craft (2) 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall 🥺 - Ask them how much they love you 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

The Scent of Temptation [smut] Tags: Sex Pollen; Aphrodisiacs; Flowers; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; thigh kink; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie

Disaster Zone [fluff] Tags: Very slightly suggestive!; Baking; Humor; Fluff and Humor; Teasing; Blushing; Clavis’s cake monster

Arousing the rabble-rouser [smut] Tags:  Pet Names; Teasing; Begging; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Come Eating; Biting; Marking; Hair-pulling; Leg fetish; Thigh kissing; Thigh hickeys

••• ━━━━━Rio Ortiz

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

Let me be your good boy! [smut] Tags:  Master/Pet; Master/Servant; Maid outfits; Maid Fetish; Maid!Rio; Femdom; Dom!Emma; Dom/Sub; Dominance; Masochism;  Verbal Humiliation; Reverse 69; Blow Jobs; Cunnilingus; Come Eating; Mirror Sex; Edgeplay; Spanking; Orgasm Denial; Light footplay; Dirty Talk

NOT what you do under a mistletoe [smut] Tags:  Kissing & Making out; Cunnilingus

Perfect For Me [smut] Tag: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence - Rio becomes Emma’s boyfriend and co-worker in the store (they’re either yet to get involved with the princes, or, simply won’t - take it as you like!); Hurt/Comfort; Fluff and Smut; Fluff; Comfort; Thigh Fucking; Vaginal Sex; Lingerie; Creampie; Post sex cuddles; Food

••• ━━━━━Sariel Noir

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss 

Sealing a contract with the devil [smut] Tags:Secret Relationship; Master/Pet; Sadism; Masochism; Dom/sub; Sensation Play; Sensory Deprivation; Blindfolds; Rope Bondage; Bondage; Shibari; Orgasm Delay/Denial; Masturbation; Mirrors; Hair-pulling; Punishment; Mentions of spanking; Mentions of ice cube play; Mentions of whipping; Temperature Play; Wax Play; Vaginal Sex; Possessive Behavior

••• ━━━━━Gilbert von Obsidian

Breathless [smut] Tags: Bathroom Sex; Bath Sex Love Bites; Biting; Marking; Spoilers for under his eyepatch; Teasing; Light Temperature Play; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Hair-pulling; Asphyxiation; Breathplay (for Gilbert) (and he’s still in a dominating position while doing it); Overstimulation; Multiple Orgasms; Vaginal Sex; Corruption Kink; Creampie

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest ; 🥺 - Tease by calling them cute ; 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you" ; 🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🌹 - A single red rose 😘- A kiss on the cheek 😘- A kiss on the cheek (2) 🫂- A warm hug 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall  💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss 

Petrichor Clinging to Your Skin [smut] Tags: Sex in the Rain; Rough Sex; Outdoor Sex; Vaginal Penetration; Vaginal Fingering; Creampie; Biting; Messy Sex; Dirty talk; Verbal Humiliation (mild); Aftercare 

Half Your Love And Half Of Mine [fluff] Tags: Gender Neutral Reader; fluff; holding hands; dates; Valentine’s Day

Felicitations for the Obsidianite King [smut] Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Secret Relationship; Porn With Plot; Mutual Pining; Slight Hate Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie Beware the Thorns [angst-y] Tags: gender neutral reader; minor blood and injury; minor choking (in a non-sexual way); gaslighting; denial of feelings

••• ━━━━━Keith Howell

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear ; 😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them ; 👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 😘- A kiss on the cheek 

The Winds May Change [fluff] Tags: Gender neutral reader; Dark!/Alter Keith interfering from the shadows (off-screen); Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting; Amnesia; Love Letters; Secret Admirer; Love Confessions; Feelings Realization

••• ━━━━━Sivio Ricci

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 💌- A love letter 

If You Lie Down With Dogs, You'll Get Fleas [smut] Tags: Gender neutral reader; Silvio tops; Casual sex; Swearing; Name-calling; Silvio insults the reader some but so do they; Teasing; Biting; Crying; Light masochism; Silvio has a sensitive neck; Cumming inside; Reader plays with Silvio’s feelings but he deserves it for being an ass; Come marking; Making a mess; Mild blood; Violence

••• ━━━━━Emma(MC)

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🌹 - A single red rose 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall  💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around  🤲- Do the classic “Can you hold something for me” - giving them your hand

••• ━━━━━Matthias Ausprink

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 💘 - "Be my Valentine?"

••• ━━━━━Cyril Rose

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear ; 😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest

••• ━━━━━Others/All characters

Luka Clemence, The Third Prince [crack, crossover] Tags: characters that appear: Luka Clemence (ikerev), all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel, mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci (ikevamp); crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you're supposed to be doing your skin care routine right now, but teasing yves sounds much more appealing.

WARNINGS: none!!! :D

COMMENTS: THSI IS MY FIRTS TIME WRITING FOR HIM AND FOR ANY IKEPRI CHARACTER RAHHHH ^^; i've literally only played up to like. chapter five SO UHHHH IF CHARACTERIZATION IS WEIRD TAHTS WHY!! i did my best!!!!

also tagging @xxoomiii because heyyyyyy haha this is your man i hope you like it!!!

You can practically feel his disapproving stare as you pull the bed sheets over your face. Right around this time is when you would usually do your skincare routine with Yves, and even though you weren’t opposed to indulging him every night, you were far too exhausted from dealing with his brothers all day to bother with washing various products off your face five different times. You try to ignore how disappointed Yves surely was in you, being as diligent with his self-care routine as he was.

“Belle.” he calls, voice soft and without the scolding you thought you would receive, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“I don’t feel like it tonight.” you murmur, wishing the silky bed sheets would hide your form better.

Your only warning is a soft sigh before the sheet is peeled away from your body. You huff as Yves gazes down at you, his brow furrowed and pretty lips pursed in concern. He looks so worried, and while it should make you feel cared for, you really really just want to sleep. You curl in on yourself in a vain attempt to hide, but before you can hide your face, Yves’s hand shoots out and stops you. Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze, and with the way he’s looking at you you know he didn’t do that intentionally.

“Ah...apologies.” he yanks his hand away, avoiding your eyes, “I just...You shouldn’t skip out on your skincare routine. It’s important to polish your appearance.”

Ah, yes. You remember his first lecture about polishing gemstones all too well. The memory of his breath against your neck is still all too vivid, and you find yourself paying more attention to his moving lips than his words. He talks a bit longer about how beautiful he thinks you are, and although the words are flattering you take far more pleasure in watching his face slowly turn pink. He seems to realize where exactly you’re looking, and as his cheeks turn pink you grab him by the lapels and pull him forward.

The kiss you place on his forehead surprises him. He expected you to go for his lips like you usually do, but he can’t say he’s disappointed. You pull away with a soft smack and press your forehead against his, where you shut your eyes and rest for a moment.

“If you think this will get you out of your skin care routine, you are sorely mistaken!” he babbles, stumbling over his words like a fool.

“I love you,” you say, and you’re sleepy enough that it sounds so dreamy on your lips, and Yves almost combusts on the spot.

“Don’t—!” he sucks in a breath, gritting his teeth, “I love you too, but...where is this coming from?”

“Does it matter?” you say softly, “I don’t think it does.”

Yves supposes you are right. After all, you seem to disregard where many things come from, himself included.

“I like telling you I love you. You’re always so kind to me, and to your people...even though they don’t give a damn about you. And you tried your hardest to look out for me when I first came here, and you even gave me a pretty notebook and did my hair for our date and—”

He gets it. Yves gets it, he gets that you adore him just as much if not more than he hates himself. His body wants to squirm and bolt away from you, but you’re still holding his face and keeping him rooted to the spot. Your eyes are still closed and your voice sounds so sleepy and wow, has your skin always looked this kissable?

“I...I thought you said you were tired.” he stammers.

“No, not tired. Just said I didn't feel like doing skincare tonight. I just want to hug you and go to sleep.” you open your eyes, and for a moment he’s lost in them.

But then you pull away, and reality hits him harder than a slap in the face.

“You’ll have to make up for it in the morning, you know.” Yves says, and you smirk because his choice of words means you have absolutely won.

“Mhm. I know, love.” you laugh, a light, airy sound that makes his heart pound.

He allows you to pull him into bed next to you without resistance. You throw your arm around his waist and curl up against his back, spooning him. For what seems like the hundredth time that night, Yves turns that pretty shade of light pink. Your breathing slows, and he can feel your heart beating against his back. Your breath against his skin makes him nervous. Your hand around his waist finds the hand he rests on his stomach and slides against it. Your fingers intertwine and he has to stop his heart from imploding. He feels warm. He feels so loved and cared for. What a strange feeling this is.

He wants more.

What did he do to deserve this? Usually he asks these questions when faced with hardships, wondering why he couldn’t have just been anyone else. Why he couldn’t have been more like his half-brothers. Why he had to be a prince that didn’t belong in any kingdom. Now he asks because of you. And while your presence has changed nothing about the outside world, it has done wonders to the world inside his head, the one he envisions for you and him. The one he wants to create.

He wants nothing more than to be the person you continue to love. Maybe, if Yves is the person you love, he’d be alright being him. It's not something he can say confidently yet, but you’ve been around long enough that he has little reason to doubt it.

And as your hand squeezes his in your sleep, a little reminder from you to stop thinking like that, Yves finds himself drifting off with a soft smile.

[dododrawsstuff]

Smile (Chev/ Mel)

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT AJSHAHSHSH @judejazza WORTE THIS AMAZING FIC FOR ME!! LOVE IT SO MUCH, I HAVE NOW WORDS TO THANK YOU 😭😭

Mel are characterized beautifully and I love to see some jelly Chev ajshahshshsj my soul craves for it

The way Mel still feels inadequate and insecure in the Ikepri world, how she believes she doesn't deserve Chev, her adorable interaction with Yves too. And Chev not really understanding he is jealous, but craving being near her, touching her- AJSHSHSHSJ

I really can't thank you enough, I love it from the bottom of my heart

The fic is under the cut! I don't think there are any CW, because it's fluff

It was not strange for there to be the scents and sounds of baking coming from the kitchen in the palace.

Admittedly, since both Emma and Clavis had left it was far quieter more often — something that Yves Kloss greatly appreciated. Less interference from that hooligan, less pranks left for him to trip up on — he would never admit he missed his brother, he would never put a name to that feeling that something was missing-

So when he approached the kitchen to find it in use he found himself almost excited at the idea that they could be visiting. It was only when he heard the almost furious, quick muttering in a familiar foreign language that he realised it was not at all who he’d assumed to be inside. Gently cracking the door open, Yves peered at Melinda, hands on her hips as she almost glared at the recipe book in front of her.

“What the-”

Instantly at the sound of his voice, Melinda looked up, her eyes locking with his and both of their expressions mimicking each other. Eyes wide, jaw slack and mouth parted, both shock and horror of being caught, both with cheeks growing rosier as their eye contact continued. Clearing his throat, Yves stepped in hesitantly; one step, two step— then larger strides until he was at her side, his curiousness at what she was up to winning out.

“I—” Melinda paused, eyes focused on the book. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Yves, it was just she’d never really spent time with him like this, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to say or do and— well, to be entirely honest, she was more consumed with the thoughts of resuming what she was doing. “This recipe is hard,” she mumbled.

“Yeah,” Yves agreed, eyes darting to hers. No— he gulped quickly— seeing her eyes blink a few times, seeing her desperately trying not to be too upset, the way her hands shook a little and the deep breaths she was taking — he understood it all. Trying desperately to be gentler with his words than normal, he put his finger into the bowl of batter before sticking it into his mouth. “Oh, it’s not unsavable!”

“R-really?” she asked, peering up at him, her eyes wide with an innocence that made him smile at her.

Chest puffed out in pride, Yves winked and quickly grabbed fresh ingredients. “This is nothing the great Yves Kloss, baker extraordinaire can’t fix! I’ll teach you how to make them, we can learn together.” Pausing, hoping he wasn’t overstepping his boundaries with her, he dropped his eyes to the counter. “They’re for Chevalier… right?”

“I… yes.”

“I didn’t know he liked this.”

“I don’t know if he does,” she admitted quietly, holding her hands in front of her and fiddling with them. “I just wanted… to try something new to show him how much I love him.”

Yves smiled, deciding not to point out how her voice squeaked at the end of her sentence, or the rather silly smile that spread over her lips as she spoke about it — it always shocked him how such a sweet girl could be with Chevalier, but when he’d seen them together… it always felt right in a way he couldn’t quite describe. It unsettled him in some ways, not that their union was unnatural, but it was more as if his brother had been replaced right under his nose… or, more likely, he had just never known him at all. Not properly.

“Well, if there’s one thing I’m confident in, it’s that we can make these perfectly up to his exacting standards!”

MEANWHILE….

Paperwork after paperwork finding it’s way onto Chevalier’s desk was normal.

He worked in his usual methodical method, a well oiled machine that never faltered, barely needing any time at all to deal with the majority of them, not even pausing when the Clown or Glasses brought him issues — it was all trivial really.

It’s only when he let’s out a small sigh and he looks up that he stops working, trying to understand exactly what’s bothering him. It had been there all morning, building and building until he could no longer ignore it. Emotions are complicated things — things he thought he had understood enough to manipulate in people before her, but now? Now?

Now Chevalier finds normal, average emotions he would never have tied to another person and most certainly not to love always bubbling up in him, and becoming things he can’t ignore. This is one of them — her absence is bothering him. She’d be here by now, she’d talk to him — there’s no sound of her voice, no occasional outburst in Portuguese — her scent is missing, and the warmth she always leaves behind with her… that’s gone too.

He knows what she’s up to — he’d seen the recipe book in her hands, and she’s fairly predictable in some ways. He knows she feels inadequate, he catches the times she’s gazing at him with amazement because she can’t believe he’s with her when in reality he truly feels it should be the other way. His hands have taken many lives and yet here she is, nuzzling against his hands as if the stain of blood is something to be adored rather than abhorred.

So, sometimes, in an attempt to make herself feel more deserving of him (which he thinks is rather pointless since he already believes her to be the only one deserving of his time and attention), Melinda sometimes does things like this. Ways to improve herself in ways he really doesn’t think has to do anything with anything — pointless things, but all he wants is to see her smile so he allows her to do it.

But now he misses her — maybe it’s for his sake, maybe she’s baking him something — but he wants her there. He wants her to distract him from her work with some absolutely pointless, mundane tale about the maids as she tried to piece together some morning panic and guess what had caused it while he already knew — but it’s just silent and it’s loud.

Fine. If she was still busy and wouldn’t come to him, he’d go to her. It’s an easy problem to fix — it’s not as if he’s behind on work. It’s irresponsible and illogical, he will see her later, hells he only saw her a few hours ago, but it’s not enough, his craving for her is too much and—

Sighing to himself at the pointlessness of this whole thing, he heads towards the kitchen. He can hear the distinct sound of her laughter and his heart accelerates in a way he’s still not quite familiar with — and then comes another feeling. One he’s not used to, one that gets stronger when he gets a glimpse of them through the door.

Melinda and Yves both laughing, somehow covered in flour he assumes, and—

She is his.

He knows that.

She’s barely spent time with the show-off.

He knows that, too.

So why does he desperately want to burst in and pull them apart, sweep her into his arms, and consume everything about her?

More and more pointless, he thinks, yet Chevalier remains frozen as he watches them, swallowing down the new complex emotions building in his chest. It’s good she’s getting on with him — she needs more friends.

No, she doesn’t, he thinks again, gripping his fist tightly without realising it. She only needs him—

Now that is selfish… isn’t it?

He’s not sure.

In fact he’s so confused at how he feels both disgusted and justified at his own thoughts and feelings that he barely even notices when he wanders away from the kitchen and back to his quiet, cold, empty office.

There’s nothing there with them — when she’s comfortable with people she laughs a lot, she makes them laugh in return. Her laughter is not his possession, it is not for him only as much as he wishes it could be — and well… she probably asked Yves for help for his own sake, she’s there spending her time thinking of him and he still feels like this over her—

Love is dangerous and confusing, and despite it all Chevalier wishes is for the day to pass quicker so he can keep her to himself sooner.

His wish barely comes true. By the time he hears a clock chime his arm is stiff from the position it’s been in and the door to his office has remained firmly closed. Outside the sky is turning a dusty pink. There’s no sign of her.

Chevalier briefly wonders if Melinda has forgotten him, but he scoffs at that absolutely pointless and baseless thought and pushes it aside. He stands with a grace almost undeserving of him, his feet heavy on the floor as he leaves, not in the mood for overtime work. His room is what he seeks — a sanctuary that smells like her, bed sheets that contain memories of her pressed against his chest bathed in the morning light and oh so beautiful.

Of course she is there when he pushes the door open.

Melinda turns instantly when she hears him enter, her eyes wide as if she’s a cat that’s been caught stealing cream, but it barely takes moments before her radiant smile blossoms over her face and her feet carry her to him. She’d missed him too—

He can’t explain the relief he feels to have her in his arms, or the way he holds her tightly and sits at the display of small baked treats she’d been placing down, and then pulls her into his lap. Melinda wriggles slightly, not in any attempt to escape, but more to find a comfy spot to nuzzle back against him — this brings a smirk to his lips. “You spent all day with another man,” he grumbles, his voice deeper and huskier than he’d intended as he buries his nose into her neck. “You don’t smell like me.”

“I-I’m sor-”

In no mood, or need, for an apology, Chevalier grabs one of the small cakes and quickly brings it to her lips where she obediently and instantly chomps down. Contented noises blossom from her and he chuckles, watching as she hesitantly licks some of the crumbs from his fingers.

“You’ll be mine for the entire night, and all of tomorrow, got it?”

Melinda’s cheeks heat up as Chevalier nuzzles against her almost like a cat that’s not seen its owner in days and she finds herself instantly relaxing. She’d missed him all day, she’d missed his warmth and his scent and the way he held her as if he was so very afraid she’d go somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Is it good?” she asks, distracting herself from her thoughts by lifting one of the tiny cakes to his lips over her shoulder. She doesn’t expect an answer from him — Chevalier is forever sparring with his praise, but it’s enough that he eats the whole thing, mimicking her actions and licking the crumbs from her hands, placing small kisses on her finger tips in an act so gentle and so tender she’s almost positive her heart is about to leap out of her throat.

“It’s good,” Chevalier says at length, and her heart practically stops, eyes wide as she repeats his compliment to memory. Then that smile he adore so much slowly spreads across her face, her eyes crinkling into pure joy and her cheeks high and rosy as her whole face tries to transform to contain the amount of happiness she’s displaying. Chevalier pushes his finger against her round cheek and a small huff of laughter leaves his lips.

Yeah, he’s sure he’s content as long as he can make her smile like that every day of his life. It’s illogical, absolutely preposterous and yet it’s so important to him that he’s recently found himself thinking of all the different ways he can light her up like this.

Maybe she’d been laughing with his brother earlier, but—

This was his smile, and no one could take that from him. He’d never let them.

[randonauticrap]

Halloween with Leon (Part 1)

Pairing ~ Leon Dompteur x Reader

Word Count ~ 1k

Warnings ~ None, except for the fact that Leon only appears in flashback in this fic, since it's just Part 1. But there's a BIG warning for some adorable Licht and Yves content ahead!

It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a Halloween party with the princes of Rhodolite. You wished you could claim credit for the brilliant idea, but in reality, it was Yves. He conjured up the thought one brisk afternoon in the garden. You had relaxed into the sofa, where a table of autumn-themed treats sat before you. Yves had truly outdone himself this time. There were leaf-shaped cinnamon cookies, pumpkin spice cupcakes with adorable sugar leaves and icing pumpkins decorating the tops, a caramel cheesecake, pumpkin pecan pudding, caramel apple tarts, and a beautifully decorated chocolate peanut butter cake.

Yves handed you a cup of warm, caramel flavored coffee, and you took it with a grateful smile. Licht had already grabbed a cookie from the pumpkin shaped serving dish and was quietly munching on it when Yves finally sat down across from you. “So, you and Leon went to the pumpkin patch a few days ago?” Yves smiled over his cup of tea, his clear blue eyes pinning you with questions unasked. In response, your cheeks flushed ever so slightly and you stole a glance into your mug.

“Mhm,” you hummed, knowing you had yet to hear the end of it. 

“Well, how was it? Don’t think you can get away with not telling me. I’ll either find out from you or I’ll go to Leon myself. Now which do you want it to be?”

“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, have mercy!” you surrendered, giggling.

“That’s more like it!” Yves set his cup down and clapped his hands together. “Ready for this, Licht? This is when we both find out if my lessons paid off!” Licht nodded and they both turned their full attention to you.

“Well, we went to the pumpkin patch, and there were quite a few people who recognized Leon and wanted to talk to him.” 

Yves rolled his eyes. “Didn’t they see that they were interrupting a very important date?!” 

“Yves!” you chided him as the color in your cheeks deepened.

“Well it’s true!” Yves countered. “If they had known how long-awaited this outing was, maybe they would have had the decency to give you two some privacy!”

“Leon is well liked everywhere, Yves.” Lict replied calmly.

“Licht is right.” you said. “No matter when we went or where we went, people would want to talk to him, and he would oblige them. It’s part of who he is.” You paused, wondering if you should let the next bit slip, but you figured it was no use trying to hide it from the 5th and 6th princes anymore. “It’s part of what I love about him.” you muttered, and the irritation in Yves’s eyes disappeared almost instantaneously, replaced by a mischievous gleam.

“Oh, yes?” He quirked an intrigued eyebrow at you. “What else do you love about Leon?”

“Yveeeeees,” you drawled in exhasperation. 

“Alright, so what happened next?” 

“Well, once we got our pumpkins, we decided to get some food.-”

“Oh! Did you use the method I taught you?!” Yves cried and you chuckled.

“I tried to, yeah.”

“How did it work?” He leaned forward, an expectant smile on his lips.

“Leon saw through it right away and just laughed.” you shrugged, and Yves’s shoulders fell.

“Ugh.” Yves swiped a hand over his face in defeat, while your smile widened. He looked up and met your gaze after several seconds, and his expression shifted from disappointment into suspicion. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because while he may have seen through my act, he knew what I was trying to do, so he picked me up and carried me to where they were selling food.” You covered your eyes with your sweater sleeves as you thought back to being hauled up against the 4th prince’s warm, solid body in front of all those people.

“I knew it!” Yves screeched in triumph. “I knew it would work!” 

You laughed loudly and reached for a tarte, stealing a glance at Licht, who had already gone through a few more sweets during the conversation. Even he was smiling, if only barely, the sight uncharacteristic to his usually solemn countenance. You couldn’t be more thankful for these princes - your friends. “I guess my favorite season is lucky for me.” You chuckled as you lifted the tarte to your lips. 

“Wait a second…” Yves gave pause, then erupted. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?” You echoed, your tarte still hovering in front of your mouth.

“Your favorite season, your favorite holiday! We can capitalize on this!” 

“Yves, what are you talking about?” 

“You want Leon to take the next step in your relationship, right?”

“...yes.” you murmured, your face suddenly feeling hot again. Yves didn’t realize just how much he was insinuating, but you guessed that Licht did, what with how he turned his face away from you with slightly reddened ears as if to say, “I don’t want to hear this!”

“Then we need to make him jealous!” Yves rattled on, unaware. “We’ll host a party for us and the nobles - that includes you, of course. It can be a masquerade ball for Halloween!” 

“This sounds like an amazing idea, Yves!” You piped up. “But, tell me how a masquerade ball will make Leon jealous.” 

“He won’t get the chance to ask you to be his partner.” Yves grinned wickedly. 

“Who will be my partner then?” you asked, still uncertain about where this was going.

“Me or Licht, of course!” he beamed, but Licht’s frown deepened. Thankfully, before you could say the words yourself, Licht was already saying them.

“Leon knows that neither of us are romantically interested in her. He also knows we would never have unsavory intentions with her. That won’t make him jealous at all.” 

“Hmph.” Yves dropped his chin into his hand, seeing the truth in Licht’s words, but not a way around them. 

“Uhm.” you cleared your throat and their eyes were on you again.

“I know someone who might be willing…”

~ To Be Continued ~

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Tags for the Lovelies: @rhodolitesroseforclavis @aquagirl1978 @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @maries-gallery @veervers @nightghoul381 @judejazza @xbalayage @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @alvieeru @aria-chikage @tele86

[thenovelartist]

Not everyone wants to be a cat - IkePri Fanfiction

So, I saw this magical post by @mythicamagic about the Ikemen Princes turning into animals. And this headcanon of Yves that suddenly burst into my mind is one I cannot in good conscious keep to myself.

When Emma signed up to be Belle, she had 99 clauses she had to abide by. Not one of those clauses informed her of any curses that may or may not have lingered over the castle.

Which was why the fact she was in a fairytale did not cross her mind when she saw a cute kitty stalking her.

She couldn't help but coo over the fluffy, light-orange tabby cat that was hiding behind the pillars. She'd had a long day, and playing with kitty seemed like a purr-fect way to unwind.

Sniggering to herself, she shuffled behind one of the pillars, peeking out from behind to look at the cat. Thinking it was sneaky, the cat hid behind the pillar nearest to him. In turn, Emma quickly shuffled over to that pillar, peeking around it to spy the kitty.

One that suddenly ran behind a different pillar, yet still peeked out from behind it to look at Emma.

She then hid herself behind her pillar, smiling to herself all the while. After a moment, she peeked around the pillar, spotting the cat doing the same, then quickly hid behind her pillar again.

Deciding to tempt the cat, she started walking away. Only, before she could reach the next pillar, she whipped around and slapped her hands to her knees. The cat, who had been following her just as she'd hoped, startled so suddenly that it skittered across the floor, claws grappling for traction on the marble as it scrambled to hide behind a pillar again.

Biting her lip to keep herself from laughing, she quickly shuffled up to the pillar the cat was hiding behind. Peeking around, she spotted the cat was looking the other direction, trying to find her.

"Boo."

The cat flipped around, it's tail fur puffed out comically as it stared at Emma with the widest blue eyes she'd ever seen on a cat.

Laughing, she knelt down on the ground, tapping her fingers on the floor to see if she could coax the cat closer.

The cat didn't move. It just stared at her fingers for a moment before it slowly sat down, it's fur gradually falling back into place instead of sticking up on end.

Deciding playtime was over, Emma reached out to pat the cat on the head, but it evaded her touch.

"Oh, don't be fickle," she cooed. As she stood, she brushed her hands over her skirt to smooth it out. "Alright, bye-bye, kitty." And with that, she started to walk away.

Yet the cat followed her. No longer hiding behind pillars and instead just following at her heels.

"Oh, now you want to be friendly?" she teased.

The cat just stared at her.

With an amused sigh, she stared at the cat, hands on her hips. "You know, you look very well taken care of. Meaning you're someone's pet. You should head back to your master for the night."

The cat just flicked its tail behind it.

"Fine, I guess I'll have to take you back for them."

In an instant, Emma swept the cat into her arms. To which the cat protested with a shrieking yowl that echoed through the castle. Yet, it didn't struggle against her or claw at her. Actually, she couldn't help but laugh at the way the cat felt stiff in her arms, its front paws stretched out in front of it like it didn't know what to do.

"Oh, don't be grumpy," she cooed, cradling the cat in her arms.

The cat protested again, letting out a long, crying whine.

Giggling, she started stroking the cat. It was soft. Softer than any cat she'd ever pet in town before. It's coat was impeccably clean and bright, not dingy and dusty like every other stray cat she knew. This was someone's pet, and it was clearly well loved.

The cat whined again, squirming in her hold as though trying to get set back on the floor.

"Aww, settle down, fluff butt." With that, she started scratching the cat's hind legs.

It cried again, sounding for all intents and purposes like it was dying.

That's when she saw something flash above her head. A large bird— An eagle? or maybe a falcon or a hawk?—soared through the castle before landing on the upper floor's railing.

The cat whined again, but she held it closer to her chest, patting its butt a few times as though to soothe it.

Then came a dog... a big dog that looked almost like a wolf, that stuck it's head through the spindles of the upper railing.

"Uh oh, kitty." She couldn't let the cat down now! Who knew who's pets those were, but she was too scared for the cat's well-being to set him—her?—down to to fend for itself.

"Well, change of plans," she said. "You're coming with me."

With a loud scream, the cat flailed in her hands.

"Oh, don't be mad," she cooed, stroking the cat in hopes it would calm down. It seemed friendly enough, having not scratched her at all despite it's flailing fits. "I just want you to be safe."

The cat whined pitifully.

"See? You're fine." And with that, she pressed a long, loud, playful kiss to the top of the cat's head.

It let loose a bemoaning cry.

Giggling, Emma carried the cat away with plans to find its owner. But when she couldn't find any prince to help her out, she decided to take the cat back to her room.

The cat was very clearly not happy about being trapped in her room. But she couldn't help it. "Sorry, kitty," she said, stroking the cat that stared pitifully at the door. "But I can't just leave you."

The cat slammed its little head against the door with a soft thump.

With one last pet, she let it be for now. Maybe it would settle down if she just gave it some time.

She started changing out of her day dress, only for the cat to suddenly freak out and scramble under the bed.

"Oh, kitty." She felt so guilty. Clearly it wasn't happy about being trapped alone in her room, but she didn't know what else to do! She'd let it free in the morning and ask Sariel or one of the princes about it tomorrow.

For now, she finished changing into her nightgown before peeking under her bed again, where the cat was curled up squarely in the middle.

"Kitty," she cooed. "Do you want snuggles?"

The cat didn't answer her. Didn't look at her. Didn't even flinch. It just remained curled up in a ball, resigned to its fate.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I just want you to be safe."

The cat whined but didn't move.

With a sigh, Emma settled down for bed. Come morning, she'd figure out what to do with the cat. And all the other animals around tonight for that matter. Maybe this was just a royalty thing she didn't understand. There seemed to be a lot of that.

...

Yves. was. mortified.

None of his useless brothers had come to rescue him. Meaning he had to do it himself. Curse this form of his. Why did he have to be so small?

He struggled for about an hour but did eventually manage to open the door to Emma's room without waking her. He couldn't exactly shut the door behind him, so she'd probably be upset in the morning, but it was better than the alternative!

When the sun rose, a certain fluffy tabby changed back to a human. Normally, it was a great source of relief to Yves. But not today. Today, Yves didn't want to leave his room. Sadly, he was a prince who couldn't afford to slack off on his work. Meaning he would have to face five all-too-smug brothers. (Yes, only five. Luke was too preoccupied with his own problems to realize something happened to Yves, and Chevalier wouldn't give a damn if he found out.)

After putting in a lot of effort o make himself perfectly presentable, Yves took a deep breath, then left his room.

"Damn, I wish I'd have been a cat."

His lips pursing into a frown, Yves looked over at a far too smug Nokto.

His younger brother's grin widened, if that was even possible. "Who would have guessed you'd be the first to sleep with—"

"It's not like that!"

"Sure, sure," he teased, languidly striding away. "I believe it."

Yves pouted. That infuriating fox.

With a sigh, Yves marched towards the dining hall, where he knew three certain brothers would be. Maybe they'd be nice to him. Maybe they'd understand his plight and the fact they had to keep this curse a secret from Emma. Maybe they would be understanding—

"Hey, fluff butt."

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Yves felt like he'd just stuck his face in an oven by the way Jin and Licht—heck, even Leon who hadn't even been there!—were looking at him. And no; no matter how much Yves loved when Licht smiled, Licht did not get a pass today.

"Maybe if we act cute," Leon encouraged, stupid grin on his face. "We'd get kisses from Emma, too."

For the first time in his life, Yves wished one of Clavis' traps would just swallow him whole. It would allow him to escape this misery, at least.

"Good morning!" a sweet voice spoke from behind him.

Did Yves say he felt like his face was in an oven? It was somehow hotter now.

"Good morning, Emma," Leon greeted. "Glad you could join us. Have a seat."

"Thanks. But oh! Since you're all here, I've got a question."

"Ah, a little birdie told us you found a cat last night," Jin said.

"Yes, yes," Emma confirmed. "I was really concerned for it because there were other animals around. It seemed to be very well taken care of, so I didn't want to leave it alone."

"It's mine," Yves blurted. "Don't worry about it."

Guiltily, Emma looked to Yves. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know. I just wanted to make sure it was safe—"

"I appreciate your concern," Yves cut in, hoping he wasn't being rude. He was so flustered he couldn't think straight. "But he's fine. The other... pets leave him alone."

"I don't know," Jin started, looking far too smug for Yves' liking. "My eagle's been bringing me prey, lately. It might be best if Emma—"

"My cat will be fine!" Yves snipped.

"My wolf has been seen with blood on his mouth," Licht quietly added. "You never know."

Yves' heart dropped. Et tu, Brute?

Emma's expression shifted to one of concern. "So, should I bring him up to your room, Yves?"

No, just leave me beeeee! But Yves knew he couldn't answer that way. NOt only was it rude, but the way his brothers were all smirking at him proved they weren't going to let it go. "Yes, please," he answered, holding back a sigh of surrender.

Happy with this answer, Emma grinned. "Alright. You take very good care of your cat. I can tell you love him. I would hate for anything horrible to happen to him."

"Thanks for the concern," Yves weakly responded.

"Yeah," Jin agreed. "You're very sweet, Emma, even to animals. You definitely have a pure heart of Belle."

Yves wanted to chastise Jin for encouraging Emma.

"And if you see any of our pets around," Leon continued. "You can pet them. They're mostly friendly."

"Don't touch the tiger, though," Licht quietly warned. "Not that you're likely to see him."

Emma dropped her fork. "... the what now?"

"Otherwise, you can pet the others," Jin encouraged. "Or give them kisses. They really like that."

If Yves didn't have manners, he would have slammed his head into the table. He really hated his stupid brothers.