#yandere chevalier michel

[yandere-romanticaa]

❝ I don't remember telling you to leave. ❞

As usual his voice cut sharp, almost like a sword which was swung high up in the air, threatening to end the life of the users enemy. Who knows how long had passed since you stepped foot into the castle library and had managed to lose yourself amongst the endless sea of books that were scattered across the table, many of which happened to be sappy love stories. Chevalier had oh so kindly requested that you recommend him anything you fancy regardless whether or not you'd think he'd like it. You had just barely registered his presence when he first entered the room and had thought that he left ages ago. You read and read, the sky turning warm and orange, soft hues bathing you in their gentle glory, beckoning you to rest, just close your eyes for a little bit.

Darkness has fallen and the scent of sweet roses invaded your senses like never before. Warmth from another radiated close by, their firm shoulder pressed tightly against your own as you cracked a single eye open to see just who was keeping you warm.

That was how you found yourself in this predicament.

Eyes like ice, skin like snow, Chevalier sure was a sight to behold even if the sheer brute strength he was displaying sourly contradicted his oddly ethereal beauty. A large, gloved hand held your wrist tightly, deep blue eyes peering into your own, challenging you to move.

❝ I am well aware that I am being a nuisance, Your Highness. Therefore, I think it would be best if I just left. ❞

He said nothing, his face showed no emotion whatsoever much to your displeasure. A part of you wondered if he could hear just how hard your heart was racing, fear creeping up on the back of your neck. Without a word he merely lifted your arm up, brought it to his lips and pressed a tiny peck on the pulse point, almost as if he was trying to claim something valuable that could be easily turned to ashes.

You stared at him in awe and confusion, mind filled to the brim with millions upon millions of questions.

His Highness had made sure to show just how much he did not like your company on a day to day basis - petty insults which could even be called mean on occasion would casually be thrown at you, he would constantly pester you on how to do your duties and would "fix" everything for you. From how to properly cut vegetables to how to walk amongst the other snobby aristocrats, Chevalier somehow always managed to make you feel lesser than.

Why, oh why, was he suddenly displaying this odd token of affection?

He smirked, his lips were still pressed against your soft skin. You could feel his teeth gently grazing against the soft flesh, the threat of him biting you suddenly creeped up on you. He... He wouldn't really do that?!

That was what you wanted to believe.

❝ You're so easy to read, as per usual. ❞ - said Chevalier, his tone laced with the slightest hint of wicked amusement. For a split second he almost looked like the devil's incarnate. He was a person to fear, a man you should not trust and he made sure to hammer in that point to you.

... what sort of sick pleasure did he find in teasing you?

By some miracle you had managed to free yourself from his grip but chances are it was Chevalier himself that set you free.

You really wouldn't have been able to escape otherwise.

In a flash you had turned your back away from him and made a beeline towards the large door. Adrenaline pumped in your veins, becking you to just make a run for it, don't look back, don't even bother with the twisted prince but your curiosity won out in the end.

Just before you could exist you decided to turn your head ever so slightly, just to make sure that he wasn't following you.

Whoever said that satisfaction brought the cat back as a liar, you thought fearfully to yourself.

Chevalier merely made himself more comfortable on the now half empty loveseat, legs crossed and one arm placed on his cheeks as he stared at you, his eyes cold and calculated.

Part of you wished he would react like a normal man and just run straight towards you but he was not a normal man.

Chevalier Michel could be easily considered winter incarnate and if you stayed in that room a moment longer who knew what would happen.

With strength you didn't know you possessed, you closed the large oak door shut, the loud echo disturbing the eerie silence of the palace. Letting out a tired sigh you looked out the window only to be met with a moonless sky and a million stars. A single tear escaped you, helplessness filling your entire being.

Just how long was the merciless beat going to torment you?

And just when were you going to see just how much he adored you, even if he didn't know how to express it?

[dotster001]

Yandere Chevalier headcanon please 🥺

Summary:Chevalier x gn! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dreamofjoys]

IKEMEN PRINCE — Chevalier Michel Self Aware AU (Yandere version)

— C/W: Self aware themes, YANDERE, might be OOC, masturbation (male), kidnapping

— A/N: My wild brain is acting up again

MDNI. 18+ only. The following content contains YANDERE. HATE COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED AND BLOCKED! You have been warned

Chevalier has been wanting to pounce on you the moment he first laid his eyes on you

There was something about you that just makes him so attached to you

Was it because you were never scared of him at all?

Even though he may appear as just a fictional character to you, he is amused at how you treat him like a real person and love him as if he is actually your real lover (he is very happy about this)

His love obsession with you grew as the day passes

Sooner or later, the whole app is just about him

You cant access other character's route or interactions. The only person that you can interact with is him

However, this man has some.... pent up frustrations

His cock has always been throbbing in need whenever he sees you log in to the app as usual

It's painful for him to be limited in what he can do in this app. He wants nothing more than to touch you and fuck you on his bed

To ease this frustration, he starts to jerk himself off to your voice - aka whenever you logged in to the app

While you ramble about your day to him, this man is fisting his angry cock behind the screen and cumming on himself to the sound of your voice

He may appear calm and collected on the screen, but behind that facade, this man wants nothing more than to break the barrier that separates the both of you and take you back to his world

Perhaps it’s time for him to come up with a plan to bring you over to his side, permanently

It had all happened too quick

You were sleeping in on a normal weekend when you wake up to an unfamiliar surrounding

Why is there suddenly a big shelves of books in "your room" and why is your bed suddenly so soft?!

You blinked profusely and pinched your cheek, wondering if this is all a fever dream

But no matter how hard you try to deny it, your surroundings doesn't change at all. The stinging pain on your cheek is a clear reminder that whatever situation that you are in right now is reality

Just as you were about to start panicking, a cold voice interrupts you

"Are you done hurting yourself?"

You whipped your head to the source of the voice and found a handsome blonde man with eyes as blue as the frozen sea staring at you

He shuts the book in his hand and walk over to you while maintaining

It was then you realised how familiar this room looks like and how this man looks like a certain character...

The man took your chin between his thumb and index finger before lifting your head up and maneuvering it to get a better look at your face

With the way he was handling you, it felt like he was almost inspecting you like a tool

When he was done, his lips curls up into a devilish smirk

"Finally, you are mine."

[omkookie]

"It will just take some time now"

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut... Noncon, Yandere, impregnation.

He forces your face into the pillow, his rough hand gripping your wrists behind your back tightly while his other hand is hiking your short dress over your bruised hips. He doesn’t say anything as you whimper in pain at his rough movements, probably choosing to ignore you as usual.

"Chevalier…" The white sheets rustle beneath you as you try calling his name to let him know that he's being too rough, And he clicks his tongue in annoyance but loosens his grip on you, and soon lets your wrists go. He grips the sides of your waist, his fingers somewhat digging into your flesh as he flips you onto your back, then nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs.

Only because of your obedience, he’ll treat you kindly.

You’ve been behaving exceptionally well this month, throwing just a few protests here and there. But, besides that you've been very compliant for the rest. Clearly, you were trying to get on his good side. He smiles arrogantly in satisfaction because of your submission. Fnally, you we're starting to give in to him.

You look up at him and stare into his eyes, before you hurriedly look elsewhere... still refusing to meet his gaze for longer than a short moment.

“Look at me.” He orders you, and you very reluctantly do as he says. If you don’t do as Chevalier says, who knows what will happen to you... right? Obedience was your only option here… Either Obedience or torture. He wouldn't hesitate to beat you to get his point through and teach you a lesson. He wouldn't even bat an eye as he does so. You’ve learned from the countless number of times that he’s abused you with a stone cold expression on his face that he's heartless. And according to him, he’s “training” you for your own good.

He’s simply teaching you how to be a better wife and do your duties.

You’re his favorite wife after all, None of his other wives received his affection like you did. They were mere objects to unite Rhodolite with its neighbours, meanwhile you… He loved you.

A sick twisted feeling like that had rooted itself into his heart because of you.

When he saw you, a simple commoner girl he was perplexed… how could you be so beautiful and so…nice. Despite your naivety and foolishness, he fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight, and his feelings for you only grew as you catered to his needs in the bookstore. Putting in your utmost effort to please him as he ordered you around and made you gather all kinds of books for him. His interest in you grew as you sold him books, your polite attitude towards him somewhat making his icy cold heart flutter…

How unfortunate for you though... You became his mistress, a simple commoner wife who he only married to claim as his own so that no other man could.

“Let me move the pillow.” You tell him as you sit up on the bed, and readjust your pillows so you could comfortably lay on them. If you were going to do something you didn't like... you should at least try to make the best out of it.

He stares you down, looking your bruised body specifically as he reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers with his. Feeling the warmth from your palm seep into his skin as he holds your fragile hand, he lets out a relaxed breath.

You were truly like glass… delicate and easy to break.

He almost feels guilty for everything that he’s put you through, but quickly remembers ‘It was for her own good.’

He reaches down to cup your bare pussy, He’s been impatiently waiting for tonight. The first night where you aren’t trying to stop or push him away from you. A proud smirk etches onto his face as he relishes in the fact that he finally conquered you, and broke your spirit enough for you to give in to him. He almost laughs in satisfaction as he leans down to kiss your thigh. His hand nudging it to the side when you try to close your legs by reflex, and he hears your breath hitch in your throat as he caresses your soft skin.

You were finally turning into the wife that he wanted, so you deserve a reward.

He licks a long stripe up your flushed pussy, and an uncomfortable shiver runs down your spine.

Disgust crept up in the pit of your abdomen, and you tried your best to ignore the repulsive feeling.

Here you were, subjected to having him between your legs when you desperately wanted to shove him away, and hope he hits his head on something and dies. Truly, there is nothing more vile and disgusting than how he violated your dignity, Both your body and soul. He was horrible, Even if he was making you wet and going to draw a forced orgasm out of you tonight.

He shoves his fingers into your entrance, rubbing and teasing you as much as he can before he stops his ministrations on your glistening entrance and looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in a glare as if he could read your thoughts. You hear him sigh as he gets up to unbuckle his belt and pull his hardened dick out. He strokes himself before you, and rubs the head of his shaft against your wet entrance, gathering your slick juices to coat himself with before he pushes into you at once, Burying himself to the hilt.

You feel stuffed as he leans over your body and pushes your leg against your chest.

“Fuck…”You hear him curse under his breath as he pulls his hips away from yours, making your walls squeeze around him as if trying to pull him back in. “It’s so warm…” He comments before whilst slamming his hips into you, and as he cahes you underneath him you can smell the familiar scent of his library filled with books, paper and vanilla scented candles. He fucks you at a hard pace, his shaft fitting snuggly inisde of you and rubbing against all of the right spots… much to your dismay.

Even if he was raping you, it recently started to feel good and it even brought you pleasure.

You feel the knot in your abdomen starting to come undone with every drag of his shaft along your walls, and it drives you crazy, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him even closer and deeper into you so that he could fuck you faster, and finally get you to finish.

It was shameful, really… Just how messed up were you for wanting your abuser to fuck you harder and get you off? You squeeze Chevalier, Your grip on him tightening as you whimper under him and cry his name in moan. He sped up and thrusted into you at a brutal pace, until you finally came undone beneath him and squirted your juices all over his shaft. His name continues spilling from your lips in a raspy moan as he fucks into you even after your release. Your fingers grip the bedsheets tightly, trying to ground you from the overstimulation which feels like too much.

“Heh… You’re finally starting to become wise, simpleton.” He pants as he says that. Somehow, he still had energy to speak despite how tired he must be. He doesn't pull out, and simply lays on top of you for a while.

He thrusts into you, his nails leaving little red marks in your leg's plush skin as he plans to fill you up with his seed. He wants you to give him an heir before he left you all alone, locked up within the safe confines of his room where he could keep you away from danger until he eliminated all threats to you. He grunts your name, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, and make him finally spill his load inside you.

"It will just take some time now"

You feel truly hopeless as you know you'll be his prisoner for life, and his hand wrapping around your neck feels like shackles being attached to you.

A child would chain you to him for life.

[onceonafullmoon]

A Marionette's Ball

Yan! Chevalier x Fem! Reader x Yan! Gilbert

Tw!! Manipulation, threats of violence, implied captivity, period typical misogyny and Gilbert Von Obsidian himself

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal.  And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

-----

You need to stop fiddling with your necklace.

You know you need to calm down, but doing so is another story; you can practically feel the weight of everyone’s stares on you, not malicious, but prying still in their curiosity.

And it’s tough fighting the urge to snatch one of the champagne flutes off of the waiter's plates and down it in one gulp, but the subtle warning of Chevalier’s fingers pressing at your waist helps you forget the idea.

Right.

Just make a good impression and then you’ll get to go back to your own schedule with only one scrutinizing set of eyes on you.

It’s almost impossible to mess this up anyways, with all the effort Sariel has been putting into making you a “true lady befitting of a prince”.

Ha.

The audacity of that claim makes you laugh. 

As if you had a choice in any of this. 

As if you were something more than a puppet on a string pulled by the most powerful man in the kingdom.

Nevertheless, you pushed through the lessons easily enough, it was, at the very least, an escape from Chevalier’s smothering presence, although you would rather have buried your nose into a good book instead.

At any rate, it doesn’t seem like much of your work will be put into play considering the way that Chevalier has you glued to his side.

You suppose you get the hostility, he’s always been a touch smothering even before… this, and it doesn’t help that princes from other nations are currently visiting too.

Not that you would have the opportunity to meet any of them considering how anal Chevalier was about your “safety”.

In fact, if it were a year ago when you were still “unruly” he would have probably kept you chained in his room the whole time.

Well, if all good behavior amounted to was this then you probably could have thrown a fit to get yourself locked up again. Now it was too late, and you were stuck smiling fakely at some random noble who came to give his greetings. 

“My, my, if it isn’t the mystery woman that everyone’s been wondering about. Everyone’s been wondering about the one who stole the Chevalier Micheal’s heart, it's a pleasure to finally be able to meet you.” The nobleman, who you recall vaguely being named Lord Wessley, greets you with a certain, subtle prying look on his face as he studies you.

“Oh, you flatter me, but I’m afraid I’m not much to speak of. Any compliments should be redirected towards my fiancé.” You smile, cringing at the use of the word fiancé but happy enough with the way Chevalier’s brow furrows ever so slightly in annoyance.

You can almost hear his voice ringing out in your ears.

“If you have enough time to dish out praise, then you have enough time to do something useful with yourself, simpleton.”

“Praise worthy indeed!” Another man cuts in, rudely, albeit he’s possibly a bit drunk already. “An arsenal of military feats, a genius intellect that only appears once a century, and now a bride to be, you’re truly something else Prince Chevalier!”

You have to try your hardest to bite back the laugh bubbling up in you and Chevalier slightly grimaces.

Wessley furrows his eyebrows slightly at the intrusion but doesn’t comment, or rather, doesn’t get the chance to comment as he’s interrupted again. 

“And what a beauty she is, I can see why you’ve kept her locked up away from the rest of us!”

And now you are no longer smiling.

Karma really is a bitch.

The grip around your waist tightens and you find yourself conflicted about whether to celebrate the (hopefully only) verbal lashing this misogynistic bastard will get or to intervene for the sake of this very clearly drunk man.

Empathy wins out in the end, but also because you don’t trust Chevalier not to immediately jump at the chance to “incidentally” find this man charged with treason.

“I’m flattered by praise, truly, but you look a bit sickly to me, are you feeling alright?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off smoothly.

“Poor thing, I bet you can hardly stand, much less answer coherently, but there are several couches in the foyer for you to rest at. I’d escort you myself but, considering the circumstances, perhaps Lord Wessley can escort you instead?”

Of course, Wessley himself isn’t too keen on leaving the conversation, seeing as he probably started it to discuss his own business. But when you phrase it in such a way of offering good will, he can’t refuse. 

With a furrowed brow he replies in kind and leaves.

Perhaps Sariel’s lessons did come in handy, you think as you find yourself alone again.

A sigh from Chevalier has you mending your thoughts, not completely alone, unfortunately.

“How bothersome.” He grumbles, finally letting his arm drop from your waist.

“Yeah, being stuck around someone you can’t stand, tell me about it.” 

He gives you a look which would scare the living daylights out of even a battle hardened soldier, to which you innocently smile at.

You know him well enough to know when you’re actually in trouble.

“What? Just offering some words of support in your trying times Prince Chevalier, now wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

Your smile dips into a frown when instead of falling for the taunt he smirks at you.

“Prince Chevalier? I recall being referred to as fiancé earlier.”

You narrow your gaze, regretting your earlier decision to speak.

“Don’t read much into it, you’ll strain your eyes trying to find nothing.”

He simply smirks again.

“Complacency is a dangerous thing isn’t it?”

He leans in closer, tilting your head up, sending roils of annoyance and slight embarrassment through you as you fix your eyes on his face, unwavering from his.

“...It’d be a shame for you, if all your efforts were for naught.”

He chuckles derisively, letting you go. 

“Now, wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

You glare at him, annoyed that he used your words against you, before deciding to make a tactful retreat.

“Now that I’ve taken care of your nuisances, I’m taking care of mine for a bit and freshening up. Does that please your highness, or should I stay tethered to your side for another hour?” 

He scoffs. 

“Just don’t get lost, simpleton.”

To use Clavis’s terminology, the Cheva translation of that would mean: “Go ahead, but if you aren’t back in 10 minutes I will find you and there will be consequences.”

“...Whatever your highness wishes.”

—

You supposed Chevalier already knew that you weren’t going to the bathroom to freshen up, rather instead to find a private area to ruminate at being bested by him once more, and that almost made you even more upset.

It’s stupid that you’re even angry, you know that there's no winning a fight against him. It was already a given that he would twist your words around in an attempt to make you succumb to him, and yet…

You furrow your brow as you turn the corner.

It was all you could do, if you could annoy him, even just a bit then that would be victory enough… 

At least it should be, if you didn’t get carried away with it.

But damn you for having a competitive streak and damn him for pointing out the one idea that would make you sick to your stomach.

(Although, maybe if you thought about it more, you would find it was only his own sick desires taking form in his words.)

“Complacency, my ass.” You mutter, as you push open the door to the library.

Despite this being originally Chevalier’s domain, you’ve also been quite the avid reader, and so any time alone with books was welcome. And even if you weren’t alone… well at least he had the sense not to disturb you, outside of his general presence.

Scanning the room when you enter, you find your eyes catching on the rows of bookshelves before halting when you see the shape of a figure, dimly lit by a candle.

You frown slightly.

While there were no set rules against entering a host’s library, it was still considered bad taste to enter rooms you weren’t explicitly given access to. Not that this person seemed unaware of it, judging by the lofty coat you could make out they seemed to be born into wealth.

Well, you weren’t exactly a shining beacon of manners either, considering that you were ditching your debut ball in order to sulk in the corner of a dark room because your captor/fiancé bested you in a game of wits.

Although, when you put it that way, your life does sound significantly more ridiculous.

You, albeit hesitantly, decide to give the person the benefit of the doubt and approach them to direct them back to the ball.

“Excuse me?” You call out, nearing the figure. “Are you lost?”

They turn around, and it becomes apparent that they’re a man. But not just any man, you realize, as a few more details come to light that have you suddenly freezing in place.

First, the dark crimson eye that gazes upon you while the other hides behind a black eye patch.

Second, the black cane who’s shiny finish glints in the candle light.

And lastly, the golden encrusted emblem, signature of an Obsidianite.

“Oh no, I’m exactly where I need to be.” Gilbert Von Obsidian responds cheerfully.

…

You suddenly have the sense that you’ve, to use words that Chevalier claims are “crude and boorish”, absolutely fucked up.

To be fair to you, you hadn’t been able to see even a glimpse of any foreign princes, much less would you have predicted that the damn Prince of Obsidian was going to be there, or more accurately here, in your lovely library safe space. 

It’s not often that anyone other than Chevalier makes you stumped on what to do these days, but that goes to show how dangerous complacency really is.

“Prince Gilbert.” You finally manage to greet, falling into a practiced curtsey. 

When you pull your head back up, he has an innocuous smile on his face, eyes crinkled slightly.

“No need to lower yourself, (Name) (Last Name), soon enough we’ll be on the same social standing won’t we?”

Oh, of course he knows who you are, couldn’t make it any less difficult for you could he? Still, the provocation (actually, whether he knew it as a provocation or not was a matter to be unseen yet) of your future engagement has you irritated as well as afraid.

“You never know what might happen.” You respond neutrally. “I’d hate to offend because I grew cocky.”

“Cautious, aren’t you?” He questions.

“That’s a good trait to have, although, I can’t say I would’ve thought the woman who tamed the Brutal Beast would be so meek.”

You want to laugh at his attempt at a jab, because he couldn’t be closer to the truth.

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal. 

And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

But even still, you couldn’t help the words that poured out of your mouth.

“I would argue that being meek and being cautious are entirely different, but it must be difficult to understand from your perspective.”

“That so?” He hums. “What’s your view then?”

“That you can’t tell the difference, because for you, someone who has been powerful and feared for so long, there’s hardly any need for subtlety when dealing with others. For people like me, discretion is a necessary tool.”

A tinge of bitterness seeps into your tone as you respond, or maybe it's jealousy; you can’t tell. 

But it’s enough to make Gilbert pause, facing you, seemingly looking at you like he hasn’t seen you before, his eye glinting with something akin to interest. 

Oh.

Shit.

You’ve always had a bad habit of overplaying your hand during your time with Chevalier, possibly because you were so used to a lack of consequences due to his soft spot. It would’ve been better and safer for him to believe you were Chevalier’s little trophy wife and suffer the stab it would take to your ego. 

“...I suppose that “genius’s thinking alike” must be true, for you to be able to make such a succinct assumption about me.” He smiles, this time his eyes glinting with something darker.

“...I wouldn’t go so far as to imply that Prince Gilbert.” You say, desperate in your attempt to backtrack.

“Oh? Cowering now, are we?” He asks, the smile on his face growing more predatory. “And here I thought you’d be more vicious.”

He’s clearly trying to pry at you, to goad you into snapping at him, but you’ve since realized that the playing field had favored him from the start and you’d do better to avoid the trap he’d set for you.

“...I think you have rather high expectations, that you might think of me similar to the company I keep.”

“And you’d be right.” He says, drawing himself closer to you, even more empowering as he draws near, his red eye glistening like the blade of a knife.

You find yourself wanting to run, like the terrified lamb you are in the face of the threatening jaws of the beast in front of you.

But you don’t.

Because these damn beasts are always just toying with you, never daring to go for the killing blow.

He towers over you, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, but you find that you can’t quite summon up the effort to change your expression.

“…”

“…”

Moments pass and his eye widens a bit, seemingly shocked at your lack of expression.

“You aren’t scared, are you?” He states, more as a fact than a question as he pulls himself away to an appropriate distance.

You shrug as if to say you don’t quite care, but you felt like laughing.

The truth is, he’s wrong. 

You’re constantly scared, every single day of your life.

When you wake up, when you go to sleep, you’re filled with horror constantly, terrified by the man who lays beside you. Every move you make is calculated and stuff, made in fear of the blades, not set to cut you, but rather everything you know and love.

Even now you’re scared, not quite by the prospect of death, but by the fact that it doesn’t scare you.

The fact that you would rather accept freedom in the form of being removed from your earthly ties than to live another life being tethered to this life scares you, because you know death is the only way you’ll be safe from him.

It brings you only slight ease that despite his best efforts of chasing perfection, Chevalier still only amounts to a man.

Gilbert’s laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the man in front of you.

“That’s excellent!” He says, toothy grin lighting up his face, eye lighting up like he’s a child who’s found a new toy to play with.

Somewhere deep down you can feel a familiar sense of dread forming in the pit of your stomach that only comes with Chevalier, almost like deja vu.

It shouldn’t surprise you, after all it’s said that the prince of Obsidian is a genius only the likes of Chevalier could rival. It’s the type of gossip you used to absentmindedly listen to while busying yourself walking down the streets.

Still, you’ve survived Chevalier, albeit with your share of scars, you can handle at least one chance meeting with another snobby prince.

“Are you done threatening me then Prince Gilbert? I believe my fiancé is looking for me.” You say, keeping your tone neutral.

He chuckles, that wide, creepily childlike smile still on his face as he hears you speak.

“Of course. Tell Prince Chevalier that I congratulate him on finding such an interesting toy.”

“Of course.” You mimic, turning on your heel to leave. “Perhaps next time we can meet in a more fitting setting rather than the library, Prince Gilbert.”

Petty, yes, but he doesn’t seem affected by the rebuttal you throw his way judging by the small laugh he lets out as you leave.

Toy, huh?

You think, as you find yourself retracing your steps back to the ballroom. 

More fitting than lover that’s for sure, but you doubt even a genius like Gilbert would understand from just a glance that that was the case, rather he meant it in a dismissive manner.

But still, you can’t help the bitter smile that appears on your face at the statement.

Because you would end up back at Chevalier’s side, and either through your expressions or through his own logic system that you couldn’t possibly fathom, he would understand everything that happened. And then, like always, you would end up locked up in a cage while, ironically, the beast who should be locked in there would prowl around, growling at anyone who came close, possessive of his toy.

And the worst part is, even though you could see the path paved for you, leading you to your own demise, you still had to follow it, like written in a story, like fate.

And maybe that’s why you smile instead of frown when you see your beloved captor’s face twist into a look of grim understanding as he sees you again, wordlessly gesturing you to draw nearer with his gaze.

Because ironically enough, the only person even close enough to understanding or even changing your situation was the same breed as the monster that possessed you.

And it’s an amusing thought to you.

But if you could see the expression of a certain dark haired man, thinking almost fondly on your interaction, you wouldn’t find it half as funny.

[aquagirl1978]

Hi, Can I request a yandere headcannons for Chevalier, Gilbert and Keith?

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - GENERAL YANDERE HEADCANONS (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith)

Warning - these headcanons are based on an AU where the suitor is yandere. Because this involves triggering content, everything will be under the cut.

Chevalier Michel is obsessive. Chevalier is used to order and control; he is the one controlling the pieces on the chessboard. When he declares war upon Obsidian, imagine his surprise when he realizes your safety is in jeopardy. If he is out on the battlefield, who would be at the palace protecting you? In finding his humanity, he discovers something new - the fear of losing you. This fear cripples the second prince in ways nothing ever had before. His thoughts wander to all the many ways Obsidian could exact their revenge on him by going through you. With eyepatch on their side, the possibilities were endless and cruel.

Chevalier is uncomfortable with this unfamiliar loss of control, and does the only thing his mind can think of- keep you in his room until he returns. Before he leaves for war, he tells you that you can never leave the confines of his bedroom while he is away.

"Do it for me," he begs and pleads, a fear never before seen clouding his wavering eyes. Aware of his obsession - you've seen him eating less, the dark circles under his eyes evidence of his lack of sleep, it had been eating away at you, wondering what you could do to ease his worries if at all. A part of you happy he has a solution that will allay his fears, you know better than to say no to the prince they call the Brutal Beast and resign yourself to a lonely future, trapped in his room full of fantastical books, pining for the day your prince returns to you.

Gilbert von Obsidian is manipulative. "Ah, it's wearing off... the little rabbit awakens," Gilbert greets you, your eyes adjusting to the darkness that is Obsidian. It doesn't take you long to know you are no longer in Rhodolite. Gilbert, with a smile, tells you that Rhodolite declared war on him, completely ignoring the fact that he drugged you and fled the city with you in his carriage. But that's okay, he tells you, because you're here with him now, in Obsidian. Safe, from those princes who would only use you for their gain. He strokes your cheek gently, his skin cool through his leather gloves, in an attempt to comfort you. And for some reason, it works. Gilbert loves you when no one else will. Right?

Life in Obsidian is, well, different. Gilbert provides you everything you could want or need. He has new books delivered every day; he laughs and says he knows you would be bored with his volumes on military strategies and makes sure they bring you lots of romance novels. Servants bring you meals with a note from Gilbert that this is safe to eat, and then quickly leave, barely staying long enough for you to see their faces. He allows you free reign to roam in the palace, but kindly suggests you watch where you go or who you speak to - you never know who may or may not be a spy or what they might try to do to you.

Gilbert comes back to see you almost daily, taking his evening meal with you. When you go to bed, after he discards his bloodied clothes, he makes love to you until you pass out in his arms. "You're mine," his fingers firm on your neck as he whispers in your ear, his words hazy as you drift in and out, "you're mine and only mine."

Keith Howell is overprotective. His alter finds you in your room late one evening, informing you that war was just declared on Obsidian. He convinces you, despite your great hesitation, that the safest place to go to is Jade - they're a neutral country and there will be no fighting there. He is doing this for Keith, he tells himself - he is doing what Keith cannot bring himself to do to keep you safe. He tells you Keith would be destroyed, utterly shattered, if any harm came to you and practically begs you, with tears in his eyes, to come with him. When you question him, ask about your friends, your life in Rhodolite, he grabs you by your wrists, his long, elegant fingers encircling you, his thumb harshly pressing on your pulse points. You struggle, but soon know there's no point. By some miracle, his alter convinces you to flee Rhodolite in the middle of the night with him and makes you promise not to tell Keith about this agreement - your protection for your silence. However, in order to ensure your safety, no one is to know you are in Jade; you will be essentially trapped in Keith's room day after day.

When you wake up the next morning - in bed with Keith - he is somewhat surprised to find you there until you explain about the war and that Jade would be safest for you. Keith agrees with your assessment and is happy you made it to him safe and sound. During the day, you remain in Keith's room, looking forward to what little time you get to spend with him. At night, you lie awake, in Keith's captive arms, wondering if your friends in Rhodolite are even alive. But you'll never know - Keith's alter does everything in his power to keep you safe and part of that means no word from the outside world.

[spopsys-archive]

<3 | Ikemen prince

<3 | Jin Grandet

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Chevalier Michel

| What he may never see

Angst/comfort fic | Platonic mother and son relationship between MC and Chevalier | TW neglect, angst, murder, attempted assassination, injury mention, blood mention

| Burning love

Angst fic | TW death/ murder, arson, betrayal

| Nothing left to take

Yandere fic I TW yandere, abuse, blood. murder, obsessive behaviour, isolation, forced relationship/ forced co-dependancy

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

| Upsetting and then comforting MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis and Rio (separate) | TW injury/near injury, Chevalier being rude, Rio keeping secrets

| Clumsy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis, Luke and Silvio (separate) | TW Silvio being,,, Silvio. He's rude. Also a little bit of objectifying in the possessive sense??? I mean,,, it's still Silvio, yano?

- — — — <3

<3 | Clavis Lelouch

| All of the things I love about you

Fluff/angst-ish | TW self doubt, insecurity

| That little demon!

Platonic gen fic??? I TW medicine mention

| Truly and utterly drained

Comfort/fluff (mostly comfort) fic | TW fevers, stress, spoilers for Clavis" route (kind of)

| What happens now?

Angst with an almost kind of vaguely hopeful ending fic | TW insecurity, angst and self doubt

| Fall for me more

Fluff fic | No TW

| He doesn't want to think about it

Angst fic I TW death mention, death of a loved one, fear, crying, allusions to abuse, self loathing, spoilers for Clavis' route

| Depressed MC

Headcanon | TW depression, lack of motivation, a lil bit of self doubt, also a lil bit of self neglect, minor allusions to spoilers for his route

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

| Upsetting and then comforting MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis and Rio (separate) | TW injury/near injury, Chevalier being rude, Rio keeping secrets

- — — — <3

<3 | Leon Dompter

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Yves Kloss

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Licht Klein

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Nokto Klein

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Luke Randolph

| To let myself fall into your embrace

Comfort | TW mention of skipping meals and sleep

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

| Clumsy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis, Luke and Silvio (separate) | TW Silvio being,,, Silvio. He's rude. Also a little bit of objectifying in the possessive sense??? I mean,,, it's still Silvio, yano?

- — — — <3

<3 | Rio Ortiz

| General Rio dating headcanons

Headcanon | TW a few allusions to yandere behaviour and possessiveness/ jealousy

| Rio with a depressed MC struggling with motivation

Headcanon | TW depression

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

| Upsetting and then comforting MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis and Rio (separate) | TW injury/near injury, Chevalier being rude, Rio keeping secrets

- — — — <3

<3 | Sariel Noir

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

- — — — <3

<3 | Emma (MC)

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Gilbert Von Obsidian

| Trust yourself to me

Angst fic I TW angst, you try and kill him, knife, blood, crying, emotional manipulation, gaslighting

| Eyes on me

Fluff fic | No TW

| To really know you

Angst fic | TW insecurity mention, blood and injury mention

| Eyes on me

Fluff fic | No TW

| Jealousy

Gen fic ? | Gilbert x Silvio | TW jealousy, allusions maybe to violent tendencies, alcohol

- — — — <3

<3 | Silvio Ricci

| Jealousy

Gen fic ? | Gilbert x Silvio | TW jealousy, allusions maybe to violent tendencies, alcohol

| Clumsy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis, Luke and Silvio (separate) | TW Silvio being,,, Silvio. He's rude. Also a little bit of objectifying in the possessive sense??? I mean,,, it's still Silvio, yano?

- — — — <3

<3 | Keith Howell

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | All

| Do the ikepri characters swear? (Look in the reblogs for some additions in regards to the three new characters)

TW swearing

| Ikepri as random stuff l've said

No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Series

❤️ | And so time flows - Clavis × Female MC

| Memories like precious shadows - And so time flows: Part 1

General/healing with mild angst fic | TW insecurity, unrequited love (???), death/killing mention

| New blooms - And so time flows: Part 2

Not yet posted

| Wistfulness and a steeled resolve - And so time flows: Part 3

Not yet posted

| Moving forwards; looking back - And so time flows: Part 4

Not yet posted

| A loss for some, joy for others - As time flows: Part 5

Not yet posted

[writer-akihiko]

I saw that you're writing for Ikepri now so I want to make a request! So if you don't mind could I have some yandere hcs for Chevalier, Leon, Sariel and Nokto? Thank you and hope you're having a great day!

Yandere IkePri Headcanons: Chevalier, Leon, Nokto + Sariel

More Yandere IkePri Headcanons

I'm so excited to finally translate this! Thank you so much for the ask! Cut for length, and tagging @delicateikemenmemes and @leonardhoee since they were excited for this.

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sex and other sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the [#not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Warnings: Yandere content, collaring [Sariel], violence, unhealthy mindsets, sexual themes, delusional thoughts, cursing

Chevalier Michel

Yandere Chevalier has a better grip on himself in terms of his emotions. He knows what he's doing is irrational

He'd do anything to keep you in a pretty little tower, trapped and all who see you are those he allows to see you as he watches your every move

He can't let you distract him, he's a busy man after all, day and night. If he were near you at any point in the day, he'd get no work done at all, as all his focus would be on you

His neglect works in his benefit since it makes you desperate for his touch, for him to be around you, for him to talk to you. You're unsure of yourself when

You're blinded by the thought of him that you don't notice him killing off the people you love

No one truly knows what happened to you. All that was said that Chevalier Michel was chosen as King by the Belle, and she was to be his Queen in the future

You don't fight against Chevalier. Why would you? He gave you everything you ever wanted… At least that's the excuse that you make for yourself

You became docile with Chevalier around. You did your duties as he ordered, but deep down, your obedience was the result of his threats

The Bloody Tiger was known to snap the necks of anyone who attempted to dethrone the Queen. Coats and coats soaked in blood, but he'd always change into a new one before having tea with you

If you kept quite, you'd keep your tiger tame and the people of your country safe. That's how Chevalier planned it to be, after all… His precious Queen with an undeniable caring heart for him, just for him…

Leon Dompteur

Yandere Leon is best to be classified as a delusional, dramatic bitch with a heavy emphasis on delusional

Sure, he's dramatic in the sense that he takes your reactions out of proportions but his delusions take it a step further

You don't get it. He's the only prince in this fairytale, protecting you from the horrors of a forsaken kingdom

What he wants is exactly what you want, and his desires are absolute. In his eyes, you have no idea what you're talking about

In any instance that anyone gets in the way of your relationship, he's administrating the punishment

The last person who insulted you was the wife of a duke, and he did not hesitate to behead the woman where she stood. He's not off on a killing spree, but if you were ever criticised, he would wage war without hesitation

Leon has no care for your duties as Belle. If your safety required him to be king, then so be it. He'll rip the crown off his own brother if that is what he must do

He's generally conscious of your opinions, but he can't take the silent treatment for you. He needs to hear you, he needs you to comfort him. Most nights in his bed would be Leon begging you to praise him, to tell him he's right and that you love him

He keeps you in the general vicinity of his area, where he can physically see you which are his office, his bedroom and wherever he's dining. Any books from the library would be delivered to you once you made your choice

He knows you don't like what he's doing, but it's the right thing. It's only way to keep you safe and that's what matters. To him, there's no reason for him to pursue his ambitions without you by his side

Nokto Klein

Yandere Nokto doesn't notice his spiral in madness. At first, he notices his disdain for women besides you, having no lust for them, nor desire to find comfort in them

He kept imagining you, seeing you in everything he did. It was maddening to him, it pissed him off beyond belief at what power you held over him

He grew to like- no, he grew to need it. Your constant attention on him, he needed that. He needed you under him in his bed at times he woke up from dreams lusting about you

Of course, he had to answer to his older brothers of his lack of work. It was then he realised how much he changed, the moment he wielded his sword against Chevalier for suggesting to keep you away from the castle

Nokto takes it into his own accord to take you for himself. With no objection from his brothers, it was easy to claim you as his own, that is, until you announce his side as the rightful faction for King

He doesn't care about being the King in the first place. He just needs you. He needed you to keep him sane, so please… just believe him won't you?

He forbids you from meeting his twin brother. He doesn't want to be compared, neither should there be another man in your focus except for him

He doesn't harm you nor chain you, but your body is sore from the many nights that he hasn't had his fill of you. Every night he takes you, desperate to feel every inch of your body pressed against his…

It's no surprise that all you end up knowing was Nokto's bedroom. It was your home now, with everything delivered at beck and call to you

Fighting against Nokto is hopeless in the end. Even though many reign authority over him, Nokto was still a prince that could have any of your beloveds accused of treason without hesitation… So, just accept him. It's easier that way…

Sariel Noir

Yandere Sariel is cruel, if not crueler than you'd ever imagine. It's a shame how you ended up in such fuckery in the first place

Sariel is one who the princes, despite their status, cannot defy. It's no wonder that he's their advisor, and of course, as their trusted advisor he deserved that compensation

No one bat an eye that he chose you as his reward. No one could say anything against him after all, he is meant to be the one who is most loyal to the King

Sariel allows you to roam as much as you like, of course, there are consequences for every step that you take

Any other man that purposefully approaches you with ill intent would find themselves suffering by Sariel's knowledge of torture, begging at his feet to die

That doesn't mean you're off the hook either. His precious princess let those men come near you, and how dare you not yell for his name

You've gotten used to him using chains around the bed, just for when you're sleeping. Don't worry about any assassins, they're dead before they ever step in the room

Sariel is not above any knife play for you to know your place, but he'll always patch you up. You're too precious to leave scarred after all. He has a special collar for you, with his name etched into it

He's selfish. You're not allowed to see anyone, because you're his and that's where the line ends. He's selfish, he deserves to monopolise your entire being, whether you like it or not

He's had many long, long night ending with you on his lap, warming him moments before he finished his work. Don't give him that sad look, he'll make sure to pamper you all night, as you deserved as his precious, beloved princess…

[dark-frosted-heart]

Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day! Thank you for all your hard work regarding ikepri translations❤

I wanted to ask you something about Clavis✨ Could you give us more insight on who he is as a person and the way he views his feelings for the mc? I remember reading a couple times that he wants to test her feelings to see if they're genuine; how does he actually do that? I'm really curious tbh👀

Thank you in advance for answering! Hope you stay healthy and dont overwork yourself too much please🥰

Hi anon, thanks for your kind words!

So, since I don’t have Clavis’ episode 0 story and I keep forgetting to unlock his POV side stories for his main route, I can’t go too deep into his thoughts from before they confessed to each other. I’ll use whatever’s available. 

In his episode 0, he finds an amusing new toy in Emma after seeing her slap the drunk and stand up to Chevalier that he had planned on seeking out the next day. To his luck, she ended up being Belle

Mr. Clavis Lelouch, the prankster, the beautiful menace to society, the second richest prince, is a hardworking self-made genius who loves humans and strives to be loved by all humans. The man that remembers his people. The type that’s willing to betray his country for the sake of a person/people. However, he is not honest with his feelings (honestly, are any of the princes?) and hides his inferiority complex behind a smile. Why he is the way he is now goes all the way back to his childhood. tw mention of suicide and dubcon under cut Also huge route spoilers

Okay, backstory time -  Clavis comes from a line that has served the Michel family for generations. Like how his mother served the queen, it’s Clavis’ fate to serve Chevalier. -  Chevalier was the one that always received attention and praise - Clavis only received attention and praise from his mother - Mother would also always tell him that she loved him (related to his trauma!) - Thought being better at Chevalier in something would finally have him be acknowledged as a prince - And that’s how we get a studious, overworking jack-of-all trades - Even if he wasn’t able to be better at Chevalier, the skills he learned did make people happy or gave him some form of attention. - One example was learning how to read medical text. Eventually, he learned to make medicine for his mother, stuff for pranks, and medicine for himself so that he could continue working through the night.  - Still learning and improving self in the present like when he’d work to improve his cooking to see MC smile. We also learn that his room is filled with books on a variety of topics. And no bed because this man doesn’t sleep. - His mother was always smiling, regardless of how she was truly feeling. The reason Clavis is always smiling is because of her, for that’s what she would’ve wanted and how she lived her life.

Love trauma that adds onto his complex - Like I mentioned above, Clavis’ mother always told him that she loved him. - So Clavis believed that she loved him the most, that he was her number 1. - One day, Clavis’ mother tells him that she’ll love him forever. He thought it was weird for her to say that, but he was young at the time, so he didn’t press. - The next day, she killed herself, following the queen in death. - And so following her death, he believed that he was never the person his mother loved the most. His mother loved Chevalier’s mother more than she loved him. - Since then, he’s been doubtful whenever people express their love for him. He knows women love him for his looks, money, etc. But do they REALLY love him; is he their number 1?  - And so he tests and toys with them. If they cry and run from him, then they didn’t truly love him.

His tests and his love for MC - Malewife once in love. - Almost went yandere in his passionate love end while considering ways to keep MC close to him, but MC stopped him.  - Can’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with her. But he’s been interested in her since day 1. At the time, she was like a new toy for him. - He’s been testing her since her second day at the palace: A test of courage. When he brought MC to the garden to meet Chevalier, and then Chevalier killed an assassin sent after him (by Clavis). At first, MC thought about running, but Clavis stopped her from doing so, wanting her to witness the reality of royalty. While horrified, she stayed.  - In romantic chapter 25, he tells MC why he tests women after MC asks why it always seems like he’s testing her. Clavis had been hoping that MC would be the one that would truly love him. But he always has lingering doubts since he continues with his tests. MC tells him that she’s confident that she won’t break, so he can keep playing with her until he believes that she loves him the most - One of the most painful read for me, passionate route chapter 24 (premium avatar challenge). He’s been in love with MC by this point: when MC and Clavis have their final breakfast together before she has to leave her position as Belle. He nets her and pushes her down onto his bed, wondering about her love for him. Proceeds to kiss her and touch her lightly as a way to break her. Meanwhile MC wants to slap him. Eventually she bites his lip to get him to stop. - Thinking back, there were numerous unspecified times when he was probably testing her. Times where he’d purposely act like a villain, times where he’d say things that’d upset her. But she stuck with him through thick and thin as his accomplice. - He knows he’s being a terrible person, but these “tests” have become a habit and he can’t help himself, even if he doesn’t want to do them to MC. - MC does note that he’s holding back during that time in chapter 24, like he wasn’t trying to actually break her. But he tells her that she’s just harder to break. I believe that he doesn’t want to lose MC and doesn’t want to truly break her, but he has a terrible habit and that lingering uncertainty. - In his both end clear story: MC’s with him now and he can’t change the past. But it doesn’t mean his scars will go away. He’ll always carry this fear of losing someone close to him. And if he were to ever lose MC, he’d never recover. Still, he chooses to love and be with her. With MC by his side, he can find it in himself to face his past. And he doesn’t have to be afraid anymore because he can protect MC now (versus how he couldn’t protect his mother when he was very young). 

[dotster001]

Yandere chevalier and licht with reader who is a distant relatives please?

Light of Life

Summary:Platonic Yan Chevalier and platonic Yan Licht. Gn! Reader. You spent your early days in the Rhodolitian court, a playmate to your cousins, Chev and Licht. Nearly twenty years later, you live in Benitoite with a life of your own.

A/N: I went from having zero ideas for this, to three hundred ideas for this 😂 there is no in between.

CW: yandere, unhealthy relationships, major character death, allusions to death by drinking, kidnapping, blood mentions

Chevalier often wondered if Licht remembered. Remembered that there was a time they had spent together. That they had shared each other's company quite frequently. That they could have almost been considered friends.

Your father was the fallen beast's youngest brother, Chevalier and Licht's uncle. Your mother was one of his many mistresses, a noble merchant woman from Benitoite. Your father never got over his own beastly ways, and often tried to claim that you were not his, despite the clear resemblance. But considering you were his only child, and he had yet to wed, you remained at the court like any other noble child.

You were Licht's age. Chev would often see the two of you playing for hours. He couldn't remember when, but at some point, you had noticed that he would hang around the two of you.

"You should play with us!" You excitedly said, handing him a piece of paper and a couple coloring supplies.

Chevalier had scoffed, but it wasn't long before the three of you were all coloring together, you and Licht chattering endlessly, Chev silently listening. 

It was a peaceful thing. And the three of you seemed happy with the arrangement. From them on, all of yours and Licht's playtimes included Chev. Usually he was just sitting quietly, but he would add something here and there. It was nice. You weren't scared of him, and neither was Licht, with you by his side. He could consider this one of his happiest moments.

Of course he could never have a good thing for long. After two years of this, when you were about 7 or 8, your father went a step too far, and even the fallen beast could no longer ignore his actions. He was disgraced and banned from the court. He took the opportunity to quickly marry your mother, and move the three of you to her estates in Benitoite.

No longer were Licht and Chevalier seen talking, let alone in proximity. He knew Licht was just as devastated as he was, but what was the point of discussing it? Your father was a menace to the throne, and the Rhodolite global position was shaky as it was. No point in them discussing something so pointless or juvenile.

….

You are cordially invited to the Coronation Ball of his Majesty, King Chevalier,

You had to reread the letter multiple times. You knew your father was a Rhodolitian royal, your mother had told you so, but you were pretty certain he was no longer welcome there. And, even though he had drunk himself to death three years ago, by extension, you were not welcome there.

You thanked your attendant, and stood to find your mother. This had to be some sick joke. Despite a childhood of play with him, you'd heard that Prince, or King now, Chevalier was a heartless bastard, and the only thing that could scare Obsidian. Maybe this was his idea of a joke. Or perhaps it was a reminder of what your father could have had. Not that you cared about what that monster could have had. Your mother had taught you everything she knew, and now you were both very successful, even without a gluttonous beast with delusions of grandeur.

You knocked on the door to your mother's office, knowing full well she was probably in a meeting. But a letter from a king of a nation was something worth interrupting for.

"Come in."

You entered the room, and froze immediately, bowing deeply before Prince Silvio.

"Your highness," you greeted.

"Y/N," he said with a grin, "just the one I wanted to see. I've just finished with your mother, and I was hoping to discuss a beneficial deal with you."

"Mutually beneficial, I hope," you grinned, stifling a giggle as you watched your mother grimace at your familiarity with the Prince.

He held a hand to his chest in mock shock.

"Naturally! I would never seek to cheat the great Y/N!"

"And yet, I can never play cards with you, for that very reason," you smirked.

With a jingle, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, escorted you out of the office, and into your gardens.

When you were both certain you were alone, Silvio sat on a bench and patted the seat next to him. You sat next to him, and rested your head on his shoulder, not even really thinking about it. He threaded his fingers with yours, the rings cold and metallic, but his hand warm and gentle.

"So this deal I'm offering,"

"Mhmm…"

"Potentially, you could receive a kingdom."

Your cheeks began to warm, but you tried to keep your cool.

"I'm listening."

"Regardless of whether or not you get one, you would still receive countless riches, access to a myriad of wealthy trade connections, and the chance to see the world whenever you wished."

You tilted your head, and looked up at him with a thoughtful expression.

"This sounds like an excellent deal for me. But what could you possibly expect me to give you in exchange for this deal?"

"You," he said confidently, a huge grin on his face.

You pursed your lips, before saying, "I'd need to discuss this with my business partner before I agree to it."

"I understand, but I'm certain I can convince your mother that this is indeed an advantageous deal."

"And, a trade of this magnitude would need to be cosigned by His Royal Highness, Prince Silvio Ricci."

"I've already spoken to him," he snorted. "He has concerns about your cheek, and seemingly endless ability to get yourself into trouble, but aside from that, he'll willingly co sign any papers we draw up on the matter."

You grinned at him. "Then I suppose I accept your deal."

"As if I'd give you a choice," he said with a smirk, before cupping your face, and kissing you tenderly, like you were the most precious jewel he'd ever beheld.

That such a hard man could be so soft…it just made your fall for him all the harder.

When he separated from you, he nuzzled his nose against yours.

"I'm certain you got a letter concerning King Chevalier's coronation ball," he ceased nuzzling noses, and began kissing along your jawline.

"Mhmm," you said, tilting your head to give him more space, "I'm certain it was a mistake or a joke."

"Believe it or not, Y/N, the people of the court quite liked you and your mother, even if they thought your father was a gluttonous beast. My sources say many of them have been trying to bring you both back."

You groaned, and swatted at him when he snickered. He pulled his face away, only to wrap you in his arms.

"Now that we've made our deal, there's no way I'd let 'em take you back. Still," he nibbled your earlobe playfully before continuing, "I propose we use the event to announce our new deal to the public."

"Rhodolite would quite like the honor of being the first to hear," you groaned.

"Correct, and a cousin of the king, albeit a disgraced cousin," you pinched his side, and he pinched yours back, "Well, let's just say that the people of Benitoite would appreciate having a further tie with Rhodolite that would keep the bloody beast at bay."

"And here I thought I was special to you," you pouted.

"So needy," he muttered, but you could hear his grin. "Perhaps this will help." 

He adjusted his position, and pulled out an ornate box. You opened it, revealing a gaudy locket with and S engraved on it, next to it was a matching, gaudy ring, with a huge green diamond on it.

"Did you seek to buy me, Prince Silvio?" You laughed, slipping the ring on your finger.

"You can be unpredictable at times, so if I had to," he trailed off, putting the locket around your neck, and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

He stood up, bowed deeply, before saying, "I will see you at the ball, my love."

You bowed your head in response, and he sauntered off. You laughed happily to yourself, clutching your new locket fondly.

….

Licht sat still as a statue as Yves brushed some powder into his face.

"There. You look perfect," Yves said happily, buzzing around in excitement. 

As the Obsidianite crown prince would be in attendance, it meant the suspicious looks would be on him, and not Yves for once. And Yves was buzzing with excitement over being able to attend.

Licht was about to compliment his look, as Yves started to mess with his hair for the fifth time, when Nokto strolled into the room like he owned the place.

"My darling brother, have I got some news for you!"

He sat himself on Yves' bed, and crossed his leg with the confidence of one who knew he was winning.

"I don't care," Licht said plainly.

"Oh, you will, because it has to do with your childhood playmate."

Licht stiffened. He only vaguely remembered you, but what he did remember was that you brought happiness with you. He was devastated when you'd left the court, and had cried to both Nokto and Sariel about it for days, hoping they could bring you back.

"Luckily for you, my information is free. I'm not completely heartless," Nokto said with a sigh.

"Our darling cousin Y/N L/N has risen through the Benitoitian ranks, and will be in attendance at the coronation ball this evening," he gave Licht a pointed look. "If I were you, I'd find a way to get them to stay this time. Have a great night!"

Nokto finished with an upbeat laugh, and sauntered out of the room.

Now at the ball, Licht and Yves stood together, making small talk with a countess, as the announcer called various names.

At length, the announcer said, "Prince Silvio Ricci, Prince of Benitoite, and his fiance, Y/N L/N, Firstborn to Ginevra L/N."

The glass in Licht's hand shattered as he looked in the direction of the entrance, and saw you on Silvio's arm.

….

Chevalier watched coldly as you and Silvio made your way over to give him your congratulations. Even from here, he could see Silvio's stink all over you. The glittering suitcoat with a cinched waist and flared bottom, the gaudy golden locket, the huge ring on your finger, it was as though Silvio hoped to display his ownership over you. Not that he was smart enough to even realize that's what he was doing.

And you. You must be more of a fool than he remembered if you said yes to the merchant prince. But you could learn. It wouldn't be too hard to bring you back to Rhodolite where you belonged.

You and Silvio both bowed deeply before him.

"Thank you for your invitation, your highness. My mother also sends her well wishes, as she fell ill before we could make the trip," you said.

Chevalier simply nodded and turned his piercing gaze to Silvio, who was grinning like the fool he was.

"My congratulations, King Chevalier. May your reign be long, and prosperous for both our nations."

"Hm," Chevalier responded, before turning back to you. "I am greatly pleased that you could make the trip."

"Really?" You seemed startled. Had you truly forgotten? 

He internally sighed. Just because his father had birthed multiple geniuses and prodigies, didn't mean it was all that common. You were, although brilliant and successful, normal. 

"I told you, treasure, they're trying to steal you from me," Silvio snickered as he nibbled playfully on your neck.

Chevalier had to resist the urge to run him through right there. How dare he think he was worthy of you? Worthy of the light that, even now, he could see emanating off of you.

"Silvio," you hissed, but it didn't wipe the silly smile off your face.

Chevalier clicked his tongue in disapproval, and your attention returned to him.

"I hope it's not impertinent, your majesty, but it's quite amusing to hear rumors about how big cousin Chev became a cold hearted bloody beast. I mean," you giggled, "you never looked like a cold hearted bloody beast to me."

Maybe you remembered something after all. His face split into a grin, a rare thing for him, unless you were involved.

"Don't let that grin fool you," Silvio snickered in your ear, leading Chevalier's face to sour again. "He's a vicious predator."

"Well, you definitely have me fooled," you grinned, reaching out to squeeze Chevalier's hand.

Chevalier made eye contact with Licht over your shoulder, and he imperceptibly nodded. Licht returned the nod, and made his way through the crowd.

"I hope to see you tomorrow at the breakfast."

Silvio's jaw dropped at Chev's statement, but you grinned and squeezed his hand again, before moving to return to the ballroom floor. He watched Licht intercept the two of you, and you extricating yourself from Silvio, as you wrapped Licht in a hug.

….

"Licht!" 

He felt so warm, so happy. Like your hug was a drug, or a drink. If this is what Jin and Nokto were chasing on their late drunken nights, he couldn't say he blamed them.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you could come," He whispered, closing his eyes so he could imprint the memory forever in his mind.

"I'm so happy too! Honestly, I was worried you and Chev would have forgotten all about me," you laughed as you pulled away.

"You're so special, my diamond. Between the two of them, I've never heard more than ten words out of their mouths, and yet with you, they won't shut up and let me dance with you."

God, you really had to attract Silvio? He grimaced, but it quickly turned to a snicker when you elbowed Silvio in the side.

"Just for that, I'm going to dance with Licht first, while you learn how to play nice," you smirked.

Silvio pouted, but he couldn't say anything while you and Licht were making your way onto the dance floor.

"So tell me what you've been up to," you said, leading him into a twirl.

"I don't do much," he said.

"Oh please, almost twenty years have passed and you haven't done anything? I have a hard time believing that," you laughed.

"Um, well, I like horses," he said, beginning to feel shy.

"That's great!"

"I don't like carrots…"

"Who does?"

"Yves is probably my favorite brother…"

"Huh. That's not what I would have guessed. But that's alright!" You added quickly.

"What about you?"

"Oh, well, I'm engaged to Prince Silvio…"

"I heard."

"And my mother and I have some extensive trade deals going with Jade, as well as two merchants in Obsidian."

"Amazing."

"And I'm still the world champion of duck duck goose."

"No-"

"Yes!"

"I'm the world champion of duck duck goose…"

"Impossible. You're remembering wrong," you grinned, and twirled him one more time, before bowing deeply. 

It was only then he realized the song had come to an end. He reached out and grabbed your hand, instinctually. You smiled softly, and gave it a squeeze.

"Save a dance for me later, okay?" You asked, just as Silvio swooped in with a loud jingle, and an arm around your waist, stealing you away just as quickly as when you left the first time.

He looked back at Chevalier again, who tilted his head towards one of the doors. Both of them made a path that way.

….

"Y/N is my fiance. We can share a damn room," Silvio snarled. Sometimes it was easy to forget, with how lovesick he was for you, that if there was something he didn't like, he could get angry quickly. Though, you couldn't say you disagreed with him in this instance.

A blond attendant had escorted you to a room, and informed you both that this was only Silvio's room. After a tense showdown between the two, he had introduced the both of you to Sariel, who was in charge of everything.

Well, almost everything.

"Your highness, I am just following instructions. If this is a major offense, please take it up with the King," Sariel sighed tiredly.

"Damn right I will," he said, storming off to search for King Chevalier.

You looked over at Sariel, who was cleaning his glasses with a lined expression.

"Your fiance is…"

"A pain in the ass?"

"I was going to say high maintenance, but…"

"It's alright. He's a pain in the ass, but he's my pain in the ass," you smiled, and Sariel seemed a little relieved.

Until he looked  over your shoulder and stiffened again. You looked around and saw Chev. You opened your mouth to greet him, but he cut you off.

"You. Come."

Then he turned around and walked away. You turned back to Sariel, and he sighed.

"You better follow him, or he'll send an escort."

You quickly ran after him. You caught up, and attempted to tell him Silvio was looking for him, but he couldn't hear you. Giving up, and letting the silence linger, you walked through hall after hall, until he reached a room, and walked inside. 

You followed, and sat in the chair in front of his desk when he waved you in that direction.

He pulled out a form and started to fill it out.

"As of this moment, I am reinstating you into the Rhodolitian court. Until we can get you housing, you will be staying with Prince Licht-"

"I'm sorry," You raised your hand, "I'm confused. I didn't ask to be-"

"It will take some time to transfer your belongings over, so perhaps it would be easier to replace them, unless there is something of sentimental value-"

"Wait, but-"

"I'm sure it won't take long for the merchants of Rhodolite to accept you among them, and help you adjust, seeing as they already are well aware of your capabilities-"

"Your majesty!" You cried. "I'm not sure where you got the information, but I'm not interested in moving back to Rhodolite."

"I assure you, the reintegration process will not be difficult, but if you are concerned, I can give you a document with my full endorsement-"

"I don't need your endorsement, because I'm not moving to Rhodolite. No offense, but I don't belong here anymore. Besides. I like it in Benitoite. They don't discriminate by birth. I've earned everything I have there, and people acknowledge that."

You thought back to Prince Silvio, and your cheeks warmed, before you quickly shook him from your head.

"So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm grateful that you think so highly of me, Your majesty, but I think I will be remaining in Benitoite."

King Chevalier said nothing, just stared at you with his cold pointed glare.

"I assure you, Rhodolite is far better for you than anything Benitoite has to offer."

"Your highness, my mother and her family are in Benitoite. I'm engaged to Prince Silvio! I've signed documents of loyalty to him-"

"If the issue is that you are desperate to marry, I can find you someone worthy-"

"It's not that I'm desperate to marry!" You threw your hands up, exasperated. "It's that I love the man I'm engaged to!"

"He is a fool."

"Well, so am I."

The two of you glared at each other, until the door opened behind you, and startled you. You turned to look, and saw a very sweaty, and blood drenched Licht, looking directly at Chev. Chev tossed him a towel, and crossed his arms expectantly.

Licht wiped his sword off on the towel, avoiding eye contact, as he said, "Late this evening, around three in the morning, Prince Silvio Ricci left for Benitoite earlier than anticipated to prepare a surprise gift for his fiance. His carriage was stopped by bandits in Jade, and his body was found in the river three days later."

You stiffened, your skin growing cold. 

"What?"

"His fiance, overcome with grief, lost all will to continue going, so their royal cousin, Prince Licht Klein, offered to care for them in his estate. And the bloody beast, whether out of strategy, politics, or perhaps a spot of kindness in his frozen heart, agreed to reinstate Y/N L/N back into the Rhodolitian court."

Chevalier pulled out a sheet of paper, and spoke as he began to write.

You sat, still as the dead, jaw agape. Licht resheathed his sword and knelt before you, gently taking your hands in his.

"This is going to be better for you."

You slowly took your hands back, face contorting into a look of pure horror.

"Why?" You whispered. "Why!" You cried loudly before standing up and running out of the room…

…And straight into Sariel.

He grabbed your arm, and looked directly at Chev.

"Your majesty, I think Y/N is a little tired. I'm escorting them to their room." As he "escorted" you out, he whispered in your ear,

"Just go along with whatever he says. It'll be better for the people you love, and, I promise, one day you'll adjust."

You didn't get a chance to respond as you reached your room, were pushed inside, and left alone as you heard the lock click behind you. You dazedly walked over to the bed and sat down, staring at yourself in the mirror on the wall.

Your hand slowly came up to the locket resting on your collarbone. You gently fingered the S, and the events of the last hour finally caught up to you.

You curled up on your side, clutched the locket, and sobbed.

[dreamofjoys]

IKEMEN PRINCE ♡ Break up prank

— Synopsis: You decided to pull a break up prank on your lover. How will they take it?

— Characters involved: Chevalier Michel, Gilbert Von Obsidian

— C/W: French kissing(tongue to tongue), sulky Chev, Gil threatening to wage war as a prank (or maybe not), they may come across as yandere but that’s not intended (just possessive)

You thought that it would be funny to try the break up prank with Chevalier and watch how he will react to it

“Chevalier….. lets break up”

Silence

The brutal beast continues sit on his usual place in the gazebo at the rose garden while reading his book. He didn’t even look at you, almost as if you weren’t there

“Uhm…Chevalier…?”

You took a seat next to your lover, waving your hand in front of him to get his attention

Chevalier did not react to your antics at all

Instead, he snapped the book shut and placed it aside

The next thing that you knew, Chevalier had grabbed you and placed you on his lap

His arms were encircled around your waist, hugging you tight to his body

“Chevalier, what’s going on?”

Still no response from him, but the grip he has on you tightened

“Hehhhhhh…. Are you sulking because I said that I would break up with you?” You grinned cheekily and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling ecstatic at Chevalier’s reaction

Chevalier look away and let out a small hmph, still not responding

“Don’t sulk okay? It’s just a small prank.” You peppered his face with kisses, knowing that he loves being rained with kisses from you

When you kissed on his lips, Chevalier suddenly pinch on your waist, causing you to yelp in response

He quickly slip his tongue into your mouth, eager to explore every inch of it

By the time he was satisfied with the kiss, he pulled away and smirked at the sight of you panting

“I don’t see how you can break up with me, when you can’t even escape from my grip and attack.”

“Gilbert, let’s break up”

You stood in front of your lover, trying to muster up all the courage to stare back at his blood red eyes

You just wanted to know how Gilbert would react to this prank. Will he throw a fit? Will he start crying? Will he get mad?

Instead of being angry, Gilbert’s smile widened (:D)

“Little rabbit, I have something to show you.” Gilbert grabbed your hand and brought you back to his room

Something is wrong. Although this is a prank — a part of you knows that he might know too — He looks too calm and happy in this situation…

“Here, read this.” Your lover passed you a stack of documents while you eyed his suspiciously, wondering what is it

The title of the document is “Plan to Invade Rhodolite”

?????!!!!!!??????

“Ahhhh I’m so sad, my lover doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Wai-wait! Gil!”

“I have been working on this for awhile now. And right now, it seems like the perfect time to execute this plan. This project is going to be a big success, I can feel it.”

“It’s a prank!”

“If only the little rabbit showed me more love… then I wouldn’t have to resort to this.”

Finally deciding that he wasn’t going to listen to you, you flung yourself onto his body and hug him tightly

“Gil, I’m not letting you out of this room.”

“Ehhhh, I thought you want to break up with me?”

“N-no, I meant it as a joke! I still love you, Gil.”

“Really, how much do you love me?” Gilbert raised his eyebrow at you, eager to know what your response is

“I love you so much that I want to be glued to your side forever.”

“Really? Let’s do that then.” The smile on Gilbert’s face is so wide that he resembles a happy child who just received a christmas present

You thought that Gilbert was just pranking you back about glueing you to his side forever, but he ended up inventing a new type of glue a few days later

“Here little rabbit, let’s glue us together. What do you mean no? You love me right? We shall never be apart from each other.”

[omkookie]

⌕:IKEMEN PRINCE UNIT

⌕ : RIO'S VERY OWN LIBRARY. ෆ

YANDERE

Yandere Gilbert HCs

You're finally his / GILBERT

I won't let any man except me be close to you / Gilbert

Make you mine. / Gilbert

Yandere Silvio HCs

Yandere Gilbert / NONCON ⚠️

Are you going to have dinner alone? / Gilbert NONCON ⚠️

Someone flirts with their darling / Silvio, Clavis, Nokto, Luke

Yandere Licht

I'll show you how much I love you / Gilbert NONCON ⚠️

Where has he done wrong? / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

It will just take some time now / Chevalier NONCON ⚠️

Kinda SFW

Chevalier adopts a child

You fight a raccoon / Rio, Gilbert, Keith

Vengeance / Gilbert, Chevalier x MC

Jealous Keiths

Queen Michel

⌕ : Seriel's misery masterlist

ANGST

Belle gets badly hurt + Leon's faction

Belle gets badly hurt + Chevalier's faction

SMUT

threesome with Keith Silvo and Gilbert

gilbert and keith thirst

No one will ever love you like your brother /Chevalier, Gilbert

Good boys cum / Keith

Pussy hungry Silvio

catboy Silvio

[midwinterrmemento]

— blog guidelines and rules for requesting!

⋆⁺₊⋆ I don’t have many specific rules, except that I want any visitors to my page to feel safe and respected, regardless of their age, race, sexual orientation, gender identity, etc., so any displays of hate or rudeness won’t be accepted here (although I hope that goes without saying).

⋆⁺₊⋆ Currently, my requests are open.

⋆⁺₊⋆ I’ll happily write for any of the following characters, but the names in italics are the characters I enjoy writing the most:

Bungou Stray Dogs

Armed Detective Agency . . .  Nakajima Atsushi, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Yosano Akiko, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Miyazawa Kenji (platonic only), Izumi Kyouka (platonic only), Tanizaki Jun’ichirou

Port Mafia . . . Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Higuchi Ichiyou, Ozaki Kouyou, Tachihara Michizou, Akutagawa Gin, Oda Sakunosuke, Yumeno Kyusaku (platonic only), Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud

Hunting Dogs . . . Suehiro Tecchou, Jouno Saigiku, Okura Teruko (platonic only—I know she’s actually an adult but it still makes me a little uncomfy)

Decay of Angels . . . Fyodor Dostoevsky, Sigma, Nikolai Gogol

Others . . . Sakaguchi Ango, Ayatsuji Yukito, Tsujimura Mizuki, Edgar Allan Poe, Louisa May Alcott, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Mark Twain

(I will also drop anything and everything to write Suegiku content)

Ikemen Vampire

Mansion . . . Napoleon Bonaparte, Isaac Newton, Arthur Conan Doyle, Dazai Osamu, Leonardo da Vinci, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, Sebastian, Vincent van Gogh, Theodorus van Gogh, Jean D’Arc, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 

Castle . . . Vlad, Charles-Henri Sanson, Johann Georg Faust, William Shakespeare

(lowkey I would write for the suitors’ rivals, too, if there was an interest)

Ikemen Prince

Rhodolite . . . Chevalier Michel, Clavis Lelouch, Leon Dompteur, Jin Grandet, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein, Yves Kloss, Luke Randolph, Sariel, Rio Ortiz

Benitoite . . . Silvio Ricci

Jade . . . Keith Howell

Obsidian . . . Gilbert von Obsidian

Ikemen Revolution

Black Army . . . Ray Blackwell, Sirius Oswald, Luka Clemence, Fenrir Godspeed, Seth Hyde

Red Army . . . Lancelot Kingsley, Jonah Clemence, Zero, Edgar Bright, Kyle Ash

Others . . . Blanc Lapin, Oliver Knight (in a context similar to Teruko), Harr Silver, Loki Genetta, Mousse Atlas, Levie Castell, Dean Tweedle, Dalim Tweedle

(please please give me requests for Blanc, Mousse, and Levie, I adore them and they get no love even from Cybird smh)

Ikemen Sengoku

Oda Forces . . . Oda Nobunaga, Akechi Mitsuhide, Date Masamune, Tokugawa Ieyasu, Ishida Mitsunari, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Maeda Keiji, Mori Ranmaru

Uesugi-Takeda Forces . . . Uesugi Kenshin, Takeda Shingen, Sanada Yukimura, Sarutobi Sasuke, Imagawa Yoshimoto, Naoe Kanetsugu

Others . . . Kichou, Mouri Motonari, Kennyo

⋆⁺₊⋆ It’s possible that there will be NSFW content on my page at some point, but anything that is explicit for any reason will be marked clearly. What I can say for sure, however, is that my writing will not feature themes of... rape/non-con, extreme age gaps, abuse, incest, or anything like that. I’d also prefer to avoid writing yandere/dark content, but if you have a NSFW request that does not fall into those categories, then I’d be happy to write it for you! 

⋆⁺₊⋆ Finally, any writing that I post here will also be posted on my AO3 page. Reblogs are totally welcomed and appreciated, but I ask that you please don’t repost my writing anywhere else unless I know about it. :)

[aquagirl1978]

R E Q U E S T S - O P E N

For those who haven't noticed or haven't had the pleasure of hearing my complain about this, but I've been dealing with a bit of writer's block (which is why I haven't been posting much writing lately). So I wanted to do something to hopefully help pull me from that.

Under the read more, I have listed 30 one word prompts. Send me a prompt + a character (any suitor or MC in any Ikemen game (sorry, no IkeGen). You may add a trope, such as Modern AU or yandere suitor, but I make no promises to include it. You may ask for your request to be NSFW, but I will not accept any NSFW requests from anons.

I will only be taking one request per prompt and write any suitor only once. I will cross out prompts as I receive requests and list the unavailable suitors below.

Unavailable: Kate (IkeVil MC), Roger Barrel, Theodorus van Gogh, Shingen Takeda, Ellis Twilight, William Rex (thank you anon), Jin Grandet, Jude Jazza, Comte de Saint-Germain, Masamune Date, Kenshin Uesugi, Mitsunari Ishida, Kicho (🦋), Gilbert von Obsidian, Chevalier Michel (thank you!), Papi Leonardo da Vinci, Sasuke Saratobi, Harrison Gray, Isaac Newton, Leon Dompteur, Rio Ortiz, Victor, Arthur Conan Doyle, Faust, Clavis Lelouch, Vlad (finally), Liam Evans, Alfons Sylvatica, Nobunaga Oda

P R O M P T S

bathtub

entice

bedtime

rain

lightning

radiate

soothe

butterfly

surrender

horizon

sublime

weakness

moon

sparkle

reverie

reflect

tranquility

eternal

glimpse

whisper

serenity

allure

memory

enthrall

temptation

euphoria

enchanted

melody

celestial

ephemeral

[yandere-romanticaa]

700+ notes on an Ikemen Prince piece? I should get back into the story pronto LOL

❝ I don't remember telling you to leave. ❞

As usual his voice cut sharp, almost like a sword which was swung high up in the air, threatening to end the life of the users enemy. Who knows how long had passed since you stepped foot into the castle library and had managed to lose yourself amongst the endless sea of books that were scattered across the table, many of which happened to be sappy love stories. Chevalier had oh so kindly requested that you recommend him anything you fancy regardless whether or not you'd think he'd like it. You had just barely registered his presence when he first entered the room and had thought that he left ages ago. You read and read, the sky turning warm and orange, soft hues bathing you in their gentle glory, beckoning you to rest, just close your eyes for a little bit.

Darkness has fallen and the scent of sweet roses invaded your senses like never before. Warmth from another radiated close by, their firm shoulder pressed tightly against your own as you cracked a single eye open to see just who was keeping you warm.

That was how you found yourself in this predicament.

Eyes like ice, skin like snow, Chevalier sure was a sight to behold even if the sheer brute strength he was displaying sourly contradicted his oddly ethereal beauty. A large, gloved hand held your wrist tightly, deep blue eyes peering into your own, challenging you to move.

❝ I am well aware that I am being a nuisance, Your Highness. Therefore, I think it would be best if I just left. ❞

He said nothing, his face showed no emotion whatsoever much to your displeasure. A part of you wondered if he could hear just how hard your heart was racing, fear creeping up on the back of your neck. Without a word he merely lifted your arm up, brought it to his lips and pressed a tiny peck on the pulse point, almost as if he was trying to claim something valuable that could be easily turned to ashes.

You stared at him in awe and confusion, mind filled to the brim with millions upon millions of questions.

His Highness had made sure to show just how much he did not like your company on a day to day basis - petty insults which could even be called mean on occasion would casually be thrown at you, he would constantly pester you on how to do your duties and would "fix" everything for you. From how to properly cut vegetables to how to walk amongst the other snobby aristocrats, Chevalier somehow always managed to make you feel lesser than.

Why, oh why, was he suddenly displaying this odd token of affection?

He smirked, his lips were still pressed against your soft skin. You could feel his teeth gently grazing against the soft flesh, the threat of him biting you suddenly creeped up on you. He... He wouldn't really do that?!

That was what you wanted to believe.

❝ You're so easy to read, as per usual. ❞ - said Chevalier, his tone laced with the slightest hint of wicked amusement. For a split second he almost looked like the devil's incarnate. He was a person to fear, a man you should not trust and he made sure to hammer in that point to you.

... what sort of sick pleasure did he find in teasing you?

By some miracle you had managed to free yourself from his grip but chances are it was Chevalier himself that set you free.

You really wouldn't have been able to escape otherwise.

In a flash you had turned your back away from him and made a beeline towards the large door. Adrenaline pumped in your veins, becking you to just make a run for it, don't look back, don't even bother with the twisted prince but your curiosity won out in the end.

Just before you could exist you decided to turn your head ever so slightly, just to make sure that he wasn't following you.

Whoever said that satisfaction brought the cat back as a liar, you thought fearfully to yourself.

Chevalier merely made himself more comfortable on the now half empty loveseat, legs crossed and one arm placed on his cheeks as he stared at you, his eyes cold and calculated.

Part of you wished he would react like a normal man and just run straight towards you but he was not a normal man.

Chevalier Michel could be easily considered winter incarnate and if you stayed in that room a moment longer who knew what would happen.

With strength you didn't know you possessed, you closed the large oak door shut, the loud echo disturbing the eerie silence of the palace. Letting out a tired sigh you looked out the window only to be met with a moonless sky and a million stars. A single tear escaped you, helplessness filling your entire being.

Just how long was the merciless beat going to torment you?

And just when were you going to see just how much he adored you, even if he didn't know how to express it?

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