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Hello bby hope you're doing well!! I saw that your requests are open and that you write for ikepri??? Wow thank you for the content!

Might I request something about clavis and his new priest card...I don't have any preferences, so it's all up to how you feel it but this card is the end of me..have a lovely day and take care, thank you for ur hard work darling<33

(also pls don't apologise for your "bad" english, you're so cool for writing in a language that is not your mother's!! Pls don't feel bad and be confident because your writing is amazing heheh)

Hello there! Thank you for your kind words, I really appreciate them! I love writing for ikepri. The game needs more love, haha! Clavis sure is something in that card like, damn! Also, thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy~

(This fic will be sfw and I'll put a continuation, where it'll turn to NSFW. I'll put a warning for those that don't want to read the smutty part and want to read the sfw!)

Game: Ikemen Prince

Type: Fanfiction 

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, Sariel Noir, Chevalier Michel, other characters are mentioned. 

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, sfw, NSFW, smut, unprotected, very small priest kink? Not really, it's just a Clavis thing, haha. I want to say about my English, but this ask gave me confidence (thank you very much). 

"𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮" Clavis Lelouch x (fem.) reader

It's been a while since you were invited in Sariel's office. Today, you had to meet him again, in order to discuss the Halloween party in the palace. 

"Do you understand what you have to do now?" Sariel asked. His hands were tucked under his chin, while he was watching you. 

You nodded, letting him know that you were fine with the jobs assigned to you. 

"Great, you are dismissed." Sariel smiled, happy that he had someone else do these things. 

As you were leaving, you noticed something was off. You looked behind you and found Prince Clavis in all his glory... and a pot full of salt in his hands. 

"Clavis, what exactly are you going to do with that?" You asked worriedly. You weren't worried for him, but for the poor human that had to keep up with his prank. 

"Oh? Are you interested? Hahahahaha, then come and see!" He smirked and dragged you inside Sariel's office. 

The black haired man frowned at the two of you. 

"Prince Clavis and (Y/N). What do you need?" He asked, making Clavis grin. 

"Nothing nothing, I just wanted to show (Y/N) how to keep demons away." He said and made a straight line of salt in front of Sariel. Clavis turned to you and spoke. 

"See? It's very easy!" After that he took you and run out as fast as he could. The bareucrat was ready to throw the pot on his head, if he stayed any longer. 

"Hahahaha, I love the face he makes!" He was still laughing and you were panting. 

"Prince Clavis, you shouldn't make him too angry." Clavis acted like he didn't hear your warning and shrugged. 

"Anyways... (Y/N). I heard you'll make a cake for the Halloween party. I'll offer my help from my very kind heart." 

"... I won't let you put chloroform in for Prince Chevalier." You deadpanned. 

"Hahahaha, that's a shame! Hm, I'll find another way to take him down. Bye bye, lovely princess!" The tall man waved at you. How did you end up with this man? 

You sighed and stepped towards the kitchen. Everything that was needed, was already out for you to use. You cleaned your hands and started putting the ingredients together. 

Three days later and it was October 31st. The party was pretty lively. Prince Leon was surrounded by dozens of citizens who adored him and the others did their thing. 

You spotted Prince Chevalier, sitting alone and reading a book. 

'Doesn't he feel left out? Guess I'll go.' You caught yourself thinking and before you knew it, you were on the chair by his side. 

"Prince Chevalier, don't you like the party?" Your voice was loud and clear. 

Chevalier turned his head, a lazy smirk on his face. 

"What do you think, dummy?" He said teasingly. 

"Well, you should-" You didn't have the time to finish, because a cheery voice popped in the conversation. 

"Ah, Cheva likes to be a pretty wallflower in social gatherings." Clavis wrapped an arm around your waist. 

You looked at him and your mouth fell open. He was dresses as a priest, not the normal ones, but a very hot one. 

You cleared your throat and swallowed. Clavis leaned to your ear, bitting gently. 

"Is my pretty girl bothered? Maybe I should bend you over that chair to satisfy you-" You slapped your hand on his lips to stop him. 

The blond Prince sighed. 

"Get yourselves a room. No one needs to see you." He returned to his book. 

"Hahaha, I was only teasing!" Clavis sent you a wink and stood up. 

"I have to meet with someone. (Y/N), come with me." He extended his arm, which you caught a hold of and you were up to your feet in no time. 

You noticed how quiet the other places were, except for the music from the main Hall. 

"Clavis, where are we going?" You didn't get an answer, only his grip became stronger. 

You noticed your surroundings had something familiar. It was your and Clavis's bedroom. 

"Now now. How do you ask for forgiveness?" He laid you on the bed and he let his body become one with yours. 

"W-what?" Your cheeks got red. The man on top of you put his face in your neck and inhaled your perfume. 

"You have committed a great sin, playing like that with my heart." His cold lips touched your left shoulder, making you shiver. 

"I d-didn't do anything!" You defended yourself. 

"Oh? But you did. Going all over the place, letting others see you in that little witchy dress. Even Chevalier... You're a silly little girl that makes my heart clench with jealousy. Do you know how bad it is for a priest to feel jealousy? You should get punished. "Clavis chuckled darkly. 

'Two can play this game.' You thought. You pouted your cherry soft lips. 

" I'm sorry for making you jealous. But I'm a creature of the darkness, I can't help it. " You ghosted your lips over his. 

Clavis kissed you hard, taking your breath away. He later broke the kiss and spoke. 

"Good girl. Always telling the truth. You are forgiven, but don't go around thinking it ends here." And he kissed you once more. 

{Here ends the sfw part and it's time for something more spicy} 

Your boyfriend grinder his hard member against your legs. 

" C-Clavis, what about the o-others? "Clavis hugged you in his chest. 

" They won't miss us. "He whispered in your ear. 

He skillfully unzipped your small dress and took off your underwear. 

" I have to be sure you won't sin again, so open up your legs. "You did as he said and felt his purple hair between your legs, tickling your thighs. 

His velvety tongue locked at your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly. 

His long elegant fingers creepers to your entrance. He played around with his index finger and pushed it inside. 

You sighed as your opening was getting stretched. Another finger soon joined the first one, while the thrusting and licking were faster that a few seconds ago. 

Clavis groaned at your taste and with the help of his other hand, he took his cock, without taking his costume off. 

He stopped everything he was doing and you whined. 

"Easy there baby girl, we have the night to ourselves." He pushed his cock and rubbed it in your folds, letting it coat your pussy with your juices. 

He slid the head inside and worked the part that wasn't in yet. 

You relaxed your muscles and moved your hips. 

" Please Clavis, I want you inside me! "You premmition (desperate plea) was all he needed to guide himself completely in. 

" Ngh.... ahh... you are so warm inside. "He rested your legs on his shoulders, leaving a kiss on each of your knees. 

" Ahh... mmhh... Clavis, faster! "You trembled at his hard and fast thrusts. 

Your moans and the sound of skin against skin was heard for most of the night.

You knew you were close and Clavis was too. 

" Go on, cum for me sweetheart. "He said sweetly. 

You came hard, your releash staining Clavis's outfit. 

" That was vert hot. You've been such a good girl for me. " The Prince sighed in pleasure, while you were shaking from the overstimulation. 

Clavis groaned one last time and came, painting your insides with his cum. 

"That was amazing." Your fingers went through his sweaty hair and stroked his head. 

"Yes." Clavis kissed your arm. 

"Let me help you clean up." He caringly held your body and carried you in the bathroom. 

It was a night to remember. 

THE END. 

NadiaSilver~

AN:Thank you for reading! It was very fun to write it, haha! 

Hiii gorg I love your style of writing 😳👍 can you maybe write about ikepri suitors in the modem world? Just general stuff like what music would they like or what jobs do you see them working? Anything that you find fit tbh

You're amazing, stay safe and well <3

Hi!!!Thank you for the compliments and the request, i really appreciate it!It took me some time to write for all of them, so i apologize!Please, keep in mind that i don’t know everything about the characters and they might be ooc.I hope you like it~

Type: Headcanons, Modern AU

Game: Ikemen Prince

Characters: All characters

Warnings: Spoilery, characters might be ooc, not the best out there, haha, mentions of alcohol (trigger warning), not the best english (especially with many words).

I’ll write their favourite music, dressing style (both casual and formal), their jobs, their hobbies, their favourite type of food and their favourite drink(s).Keep in mind that these are not all real, i just think they would like these.Thank you!

~Clavis Lelouch

Favourite type of music:Clavis hears anything that sounds good.He can go from pop, to rock, to metal and everything in between.Sometimes, he likes to play songs, like twinkle twinkle little star and he sings it in a childish voice, just to annoy his big bro, Chevalier.Chevalier probably threw a vase full of cold water on him.He would have thrown more, but he doesn’t like wasting precious water for the “laughing clown’s” idiocity.

Dressing style (1~casual):Clavis likes to wear fashionable clothes with lots of twists.He probably wears animal printed clothes and accessories, like a leopard printed hat or coats.For a more casual outfit, he wears a white button up shirt tucked in black skinny jeans and he tops it of with a leather biker-style black jacket (if it’s cold).                                                               (2~formal):For formal wear, he chooses a purple stripped button up shirt with a light grey vest and light grey pants.He puts on a grey long coat to finish it up.

Job:Clavis works as a spy for the Cyber Crime Division.He seems like a maniac to his coworkers, but they know how good he is at what he does.Also, he is good at spying his brother and he sees it as exercise.

Hobbies:Clavis’s hobbies are:drinking smoothies, while spying Chevalier, annoying Chevalier (especially when he is tired) and making things (because he is good with his hands).Clavis doesn’t have a lot of time for himself, but when he does, he makes sure to spend it doing all these things.

Favourite type of food:Clavis loves sweets and junk food.It was a rare treat when he was younger, but now he can eat them.At least, he prefers a healthier version like, fruits on top pf his sweets and salads as side dishes for the food.

Favourite drink(s):This man loves starbucks.He doesn’t drink alcohol due to personal reasons, so he buys them everyday.He buys unicorn coloured drinks & sweets and he tries to give some of them to Cheva.It doesn’t work.

~Chevalier Michel

Favourite type of music:Chevalier listens to classical, rock and metal.He likes songs with deep meaning, because it makes him think/daydream in his free time.He also plays the piano and violin, which got him into classical music.Sometimes, he is forced to here Clavis’s loud stereo, so he hears childish songs and he gets mad.

Dressing style (1~casual):Chevalier wears a white turtleneck shirt, black skinny pants and a long black coat.He also wears black reading glasses.He doesn’t like having a lot of strange addings on his clothes, because he likes being fancy, without being too much.                                 (2~formal):Chevalier chooses suits, which fit perfectly on his body.On top of his suits, he likes wearing black or while long coats and a pair of gloves in the same colour.He always has a golden pin with chains on, which keeps his tie straight and neat.

Job:Cheva works as an Army Strategist and as a Defence Minister.All the people trust him, so they voted for him.He was already a strong man before, but now he became even more, to help protect his country and those in need.

Hobbies:Chevalier, naturaly, loves to read romance novels.His mansion has two rooms as libraries.He also keeps shelves of books in his room.Another thing he likes is learning more and more (languages and other things), because he is fast at learning and they might come in handy.

Favourite type of food:Chevalier doesn’t care much, though he prefers eating foods with a lot of protein and vitamins.He is used to eating mostly these types of food, because of his work.He sometimes eats sweets, but never the unicorn ones Clavis tries to feed him.

Favourite drink(s):Cheva is not a big fan of alcohol.Alcohol has a lot of bad sugars for his health and he also doesn’t like getting drunk.Especially when he works.He drinks plenty of water and tea.

~Luke Randolph

Favourite type of music:Luke listens to pop and classical music.If he likes a song that is different, he is going to hear that as well.He doesn’t really care, but he prefers soft and gentle sounds.

Dressing style (1~casual):Luke picks long green t-shirts with V-Neck as a top and dark purple sweatpants as bottoms.On top of all that, he wears an oversized dark grey jacket.He likes those colours, because they remind him of the forest and nature in general.                                                         (2~formal):Luke wears a grey button up shirt in a pair of grey jeans.He tops it off with a stylish but still comfortable grey jean jacket.

Job:This tall gentleman loves honey, so he decided to work as an apriarist.Not only does he help feed and keep safe as many honey bees as he can, he takes the honey away without hurting them or destroying their houses (beehives).

Hobbies:One of Luke’s hobbies is helping and playing with the forest animals.These animals are drawn to him and want his attention.He puts water and food all over the place, so they can find it easily and get ready for the cold weather.

Favourite type of food:Of course, his favourite food is honey.It had to do with a lot of hard things he went through in his past and he doesn’t want to forget.It’s also sweet and healthy, so he prefers it.He also likes homecooked meals, because they are warm and he feels safe.

Favourite drink(s):Luke’s favourite drinks are tea and milk.These drinks are both warm and sweet (he drowns them in honey).They are perfect for a cold day and a hot day.All the stress goes away and he is calm again.

~Leon Dompteur

Favourite type of music:Leon listens to alternative rock and pop.He likes to dance around in his days off, when he is at home.He goes to a lot of concerts with a few of his brothers to enjoy a night out.The music he hars goes well with his personality and he always has fun.

Dressing style: (1~casual):Leon lives for more casual outfits that are different from the stiff clothes he wears at work.He goes for a black t-shirt that shows his abs and black pants that hug his waist.He is naturally warm, so he believes he doesn’t need a jacket.                                            (2~formal):Leon wears a black turtleneck shirt and black or dark grey pants.Sometimes, he puts on a dark grey suit jacket to look even better.

Job:Leon works with Chevalier as an Army Strategist.He gets well with the soldiers and they follow all his commands.He knows his brother is harsh, but he informs the new soldiers how much he cares for their country.

Hobbies:Leon’s hobby is having fun with his loved ones.He’ll prefer social gatherings and talking with people.He is easy to talk to, so his family gets together because of him.He might enjoy dancing, so he could be ready to impress his lover.

Favourite type of food:Yves’s baking/cooking.Not only does the food he makes tastes good, it’s also very fun to tease him.Sometime, he dines outside.If a person he loves makes food, he’ll eat it without much care if it tastes good.He is happy they did it.

Favourite drink(s):Leon can drink nearly everythinng.He can go from drinking alcohol with Jin, to drinking tea and milk with Luke.He doesn’t want to get drunk, because it’s bad for his job and his health, so he doesn’t do it too much.

~Yves Kloss

Favourite type of music:Yves listens to whatever sounds good and has style.He secretly listens to meme cat meowing his favourite songs.He learns the choreography in every song that has one.If his brotherd catch him doing that, he tries to deny it while blushing.

Dressing style (1~casual):Yves wears skinny black jeans with cuts on the knees and a pink oversized sweater.On top, he wears a grey cardigan.His clothes look big on him and it makes him look cuter.                                    (2~formal):He wears a white button up shirt, tucked in grey pants.He wears different coloured ties, but prefers pink, grey or black ones.He also wears a pink suit jacket.He likes being stylish in everything he does.

Job:Yves works at a pet shop.All the pets that live in here love him.The people that want to buy a animal have to watch him trying to put the animals in their (boxes/the things they put them in when they go somewhere).The animals are cuddling him and pawing at his cheeks.Yves is happy they found a home, but he is also sad, because he liked playing with them (even if that meant getting teased by his brothers).Yves secretly works as a stylist and he sketches clothes for women and men.

Hobbies:Yves hobbies have to do with beauty.He changes hairstyles or he goes shopping for clothes and accessories.He is calming down whenever he does that.Yves also enjoys doing new things, like joining art classes (painting, writing, dancing).

Favourite type of food:Yves loves cakes with fruits on top.He likes it when fresh berries are used to make them.They are not too sweet, but they live a nice taste in his mouth.He eats other foods, of course, because he knows that he has to be healthy.He eats for every meal of the day.He scolds Clavis for his choices and is discusted with his eating habits.He also cooks for himself (and some of his brothers).

~Nokto Klein

Favourite type of music:Nokto listens to pop (because most of the explicit songs he likes are pop).His tastes may change, but it also depends on his mood.If he is in a certain mood, being withh his lover and all, he stays with his normal choices.

Dressing style (1~casual):For a more casual look, he braids one side of his hair and it goes up in a high ponytail.He wears grey skinny jeans and a baby blue t-shirt.If it becomes too cold, he’ll get a white jacket.                    (2~formal):Nokto can go from a total white look to a white and baby blue look.He’ll choose a blue tie, with a white button up shirt and white pants.Nokto will take a white suit jacket on his shoulders and it’s kept on it’s place by a silver chain.

Job:I can see most of the brothers working together, so he’ll probably would be a spy for the Army, set by Chevalier himself.He is not scared to do reckless things and get in trouble.He knows how to keep secrets from the others.

Hobbies:Nokto’s hobbies are learning things about other people and most of all, what his lover enjoys.He likes trying new things with his S/O, that both are comfortable with.Another hobby of his is annoying and teasing his brothers that don’t want that don’t want that type of attention.

Favourite type of food:Nokto enjoys sweet, salty and savoury foods.Of course, there are some that make him feel better than others, so he prefers them.He finds some foods amusing, like the rainbow coloured ones and he wants to try them.

Favourite drink(s):If he is not at work, he likes strong liquor, but when it’s work related he’ll drink something softer and give the strong drinks to his enemies.That doesn’t stop him from enjoying drinks like sodas.Nokto tries Clavis’s favourite drinks, but he isn’t the biggest fan.

~Licht Klein

Favourite type of music:To most, Licht seems like a very quiet guy, but the music he likes isn’t always like that.He listens to every type of rock, pop and hip hop music.He is someone that likes the deep meaning every song has and he always remembers their lyrics.

Dressing style (1~casual):Licht has an angelic face and he knows what goes better with that.He wears a white oversized button up shirt with baby blue buttons in the middle and light blue skinny jeans.                                  (2~formal):For formal wear, Licht chooses a blue-grey suit, a yellow bowtie with a red ruby in the middle.On top, he wears a grey cardigan to keep himself warm.

Job:Licht is a soldier, who is not afraid to lose his life.Just like his twin, he doesn’t care about doing reckless things, because he lives for others, mostly.He doesn’t show that he cares for his brothers, but it can be seen.

Hobbies:For Licht, martial arts is the way to relax.Marial arts are not for fighting and killing someone.The first thing you learn is to keep yourself calm and then safe in front of difficult situations.That’s what Licht likes, so he follows it.Other things Licht likes to do is sing lullabies from his childhood and dance hip hop.

Favourite type of food:Licht absolutely loves sweets.Tarts full of chocolate, berries and other fruits are to die for.Sometimes, he secretly wants to eat Yves’s cakes, so he pouts at him, which always works to his favor.

Favourite type of drink(s):He doesn’t drink too much, he prefers water, tea and milk.First of all, it’s easier to drink them when eating.Second of all, he doesn’t want to get drunk (he doesn’t know if he can hold it).

~Sariel Noir

Favourite type of music:Sariel has gone through so much stress, so he just listens to screamo.If he feels better, he’ll hear to classical music while sipping his tea.He won’t say no to a new beat, but he’ll hear it if he can hear the voice clearly (so he can judge).

Dressing style (1~casual):If Sariel has time to go out without having to care for his work (or babysitting the brothers), he’ll wear a black, long sleeved shirt tucked in a nice pair of black pants.                                         (2~formal):He wears a black button up shirt with a silky red tie.He prefers black suits to go with, which have red details on top.He is stylish and he believes that black goes with everything.

Job:Sariel is a babysitter.Just kidding.He works as a Judge.He is amazing and fast.He knows when people feel guilty and it’s easy to find who is at fault.Definitely takes a lot of painkillers for those headaches.

Hobbies:He plays every classical music instruments when he has free time.He learned to play when he was younger and it always calmed him down.He also enjoys reading books (classic literature).

Favourite type of food:Sariel eats healthy most of the time, but he has cheat days.He can relax and eat sweets and junk food, while watching a movie or eating with company.

Favourite drink(s):Sariel drinks alcohol, not until he is completely wasted.He enjoys drinking if the company is good.But he prefers drinking tea and relaxing by his own.

~Rio Ortiz

Favourite type of music:Rio listens to everything.And by everything, i mean everything.He doesn’t care if the voices are clean or good, he is just happy to have something to hear.If his future S/O has a fave, then it’ll become his fave as well.

Dressing style (1~casual):Rio works a lot of hours a day, so he doesn’t dress too casual.If he can choose, then he wears blue jeans and coloured t-shirts.(Or a pair of pjs.)                                                                                (2~formal):Rio wears coloured button up shirts and black or white pants and a matching jacket.He doesn’t care much about his style, but he is forced when he works.

Job:Rio works as a lawyer, next to Sariel.He is clever and witty.When the other lawyers face him, they think they have to do with a child, but he is fast at gathering iinformation and he uses it against them.That’s the only reason Sariel keeps him.

Hobbies:Rio searches information about new people he meets, just for fun.He also has a puppy, but it mostly stays with close friends.When he is at home, they cuddle together and he feed it with it’s favourite treats.

Favourite type of food:Rio knows how to cook special meals, so he enjoys eating them.If he is too tired, he’ll eat pizza and he’ll later have some cookies to make himself feel better.

Favourite drink(s):He drinks a small amount of alcohol (to drown his pain).He likes drinking nearly all kind of drinks, even the crazy ones, especially if he has good company to share them.

~Jin Grandet

Favourite type of music:Jin listens to pop songs and the songs that are heard in bar-clubs.Sometimes, he hears the songs his brothers send him in the messenger app they all have.

Dressing style (1~casual):Jin wears forest green shirts or t-shirts and black pants or blue jeans.He might wear t-shirts with tie stamps on them.   (2~formal):He rarely wears formal clothes.He thinks they are too stiff and it’s not easy to move his body.Sadly, Leon takes him on gatherings, where he is forced to dress up.Jin tries on dark blue suits and green button up shirts.

Job:Jin is a bartender.It wasn’t because he liked those places.Not only, at least.He has women with big chests to work around the place.Sometimes, he stops his work, just to look and flirt.

Hobbies:His favourite hobby is staring at chests and have Clavis next to him, telling him that women with beautiful legs are the best.Another hobby of his is making a chaos in his house and calling Yves, only to laugh while he runs away.

Favourite type of food:Jin eats foods with lots of protein.He likes to eat everything tasty.He is one of those that trick Yves into cooking.

Favourite drink(s):Jin is used to drinking alcohol and he doesn’t get drunk easily.He enjoys cocktails from his bar and juices.He is okay with tea as well.

THE END.

NadiaSilver~

AN:Thank you very much for reading, and i’m sorry for repeating so many words!I hope you enjoyed it!Also, my requests are open to everyone!I write for ikemen revolution, ikemen vampire and ikemen prince!

Hey there!!! Umm,,, can I request ikemen prince hcs of the prince with an s/O that is an amazing at cooking and baking food?

Hello there!Yes, of course!I’m sorry for the long wait and thank you very much for requesting!I hope you enjoy it~

AN:I’m sorry for my English!

Type:Headcanons

Game:Ikemen Prince

Characters:All characters

Warnings:Might have a few spoilers from the game, but nothing major.Also, it has a gender n. reader.

~Chevalier Michel:

From his past, as we learned in the Valentine’s Day event, Chevalier hasn’t eaten a lot of sweets to have a favourite.

Before you got in a relationship, he seemed like he didn’t care about anything else, other than becoming the King.

You always baked, after getting permission from the others and the castle’s staff.

You were used to making sweet pastries and you gave some to all the Princes.

When you got into a relationship, you made all different kind of dishes for him and he loved every single one of them.Not that he would say it directly.

You bet he’ll buy you any cook book you want or anything else.

Sometimes, he refushes to eat what the castle’s chefs made, because you told him that you want to make something special, so you could enjoy it together.

One morning, you decided to prepare a few fruity tarts and Chevalier could smell it while he was working.(It wasn’t very early in the morning, though.)

Clavis laughed at him and Chevalier glared at him.

He accompanies you when he has time and reads a book in the kitchen.

Or he is spending his time teasing you.He loves you so much.

He thinks that you are sweeter than any sweet treat.

He is also so proud of you, he lowkey brags about your skills to his brothers.

He also get jealous when you make something for his brothers, and it shows.

~Clavis Lelouch:

Clavis wanted to put strange things inside.

He changes the jars all the time, so you can, finally, put salt instead of sugar.

Sadly for him, you could smell it, so you changed them again.

He is fake-whining that you won’t let him help, but in reality, he just wants to mess with you.

That was before you became a couple.

He also gets jealous when you bake something for the others, just like Chevalier.

He brags about your cooking/baking skills to everyone and everywhere.He once did it in front of the bureaucrats.Sariel almost smacked him and he doubled his stomach medicine.

He loves hugging you and kissing you while you cook/bake.

But he is secretly such a softie and he wants you to know how much he appreciates whatever you do.

He would have given you compliments even if all the foods you made tasted bad,The thing that these taste good is another one thing that he loves.

You want to get back at him for throwing flour on you.

He lovingly gives you the peeled bananas he doesn’t need with a smirk.

He’ll buy anything you ask for.Even the weirdest ingredients.

~Sariel Noir:

Sariel is almost always stressed, he needs a break from the troublesome collection of Princes.

He probably doesn’t spend a lot of time on food, as he doesn’t care that much.

When you started working in the castle as the one who would choose the next King, you also asked him if you could make food/sweets when you had free time.

He agreed because he remembered that you had a few fresh treats in a container when you first met.

You try to make him stop his work, even for half an hour so he could eat.

He always says that your food is special.

After you became a couple, he continued to praise you for your skills.He talks about you to the others, without realizing it.Although, if someone says something about it, he doesn’t get embarrassed.He only praises you even more than before.

If you ask him nicely enough, and if he has time, he’ll help you.

He also gets his people to buy what you need for your creations.

He gets possessive when someone else compliments you, but he knows you deserve it.

~Yves Kloss:

He would never admit it.He couldn’t.

He couldn’t tell you that he loves your cooking/baking so much that he want to watch you do it again and again.

Your tarts taste like heaven.So fresh and the cream is so fluffy!

When you weren’t a couple, Yves was always telling you that something was missing, but he was the one missing you.

You started baking together and it’s so much fun, that he doesn’t want to go back to the days where he did it by himself.

When you finally decided to tell each other about your feelings, the things started changing.

He praises you in a very tsundere way.Then he praises you sweetly.

Yves makes you try everything so he can kiss you and tell you how good it tastes.

He needs to keep you in his arms for a certain amount of time everyday, or else he misses you too much.

You learn his recipes and he learns about yours.

The two of you visit a lot of restaurants.

He gets jealous of his brothers, except Licht.He has a free pass.

~Leon Dompteur:

Only onw taste of your food/sweets in enough to make him smile on the inside and outside.

He gets super excited when you make something and if you agree, he wants to share it with his brothers.

Leon loves your cooking/baking skills and he informs you as such.

You make him feel all warm and soft, something that he rarely felt when he was younger.

He, before and after you get into a relationship, doesn’t change much.

You get extra cuddles and kisses.

He once wanted to find you so he could ask you to join him for a walk in the town.He felt sad, because he couldn’t find you.Until his nose caught a very sweet and familiar scent.

He followed it and guess what?He found you in the kitchen.

He sneak-attacks you with a hug and ends up getting dirty.

Does he care?No.He wants you anf if that meant he had to get dirty. then so be it.

He leaves small, butterfly kisses across you neck which makes you giggle.

You’re so adorable, he has to brag to someone about your skills.

He always wants to help if he can.

~Nokto Klein:

From the very first time you met with Nokto, he always flirts with you.

And he started using cooking/baking pick up lines on you.

He always teases you and he is thankful for all the times he came out of the kitchen without having something thrown on him (like flour.).

But he is in love, not only with you, your skills as well.

That’s what happends everytime before you get in a relationship.

It changes somewhat afterwards.

Nokto still teases you like there’s not tomorrow, but he hugs you and nibbles on your ears.You’re too precious to him.

He wants to finish his paperwork early, so he can watch you do your magic in the kitchen.

If you ever need a new ingredient for a recipe, he’ll gladly go and buy it himself.

Although, you have to pay him back, in a way only you could.(You can start with giving him cuddles and go on a date with him.)

He annoys his brothers that he works with, with his bragging and praising.

His eyes sparkle when he sees you!

~Licht Klein:

He doesn’t say a lot about it, but his actions speak louder than his words.

He eats or at least, tries everything you make.

Licht can sense it (and smell it) when you make sweet treats.

Tries to act distant, like he doesn’t care, but he slowly opens up more and more.

He won’t admit it out loud, but he thinks that whatever you cook/bake is tastier than anything else he ever had.

When you two become a couple, he is always smiling softly at your figure, as you do what you enjoy.

He won’t annoy you.He knows how important it is for you.

You always ask him to go with you, so he can “taste-test” his favourites.

If you made a cake and you’re waiting for it to cool down, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his cheeks on yours.

Of course, he won’t say anything to Yves, he doesn’t want him ti get worried on his own skills.

He’ll softly talk about it to Leon, Jin and Yves.He is getting teased by Leon and Jin.

~Rio Ortiz:

Rio always tells you how lovely everything tastes, but the dishes could never be as lovely as you.

He showers you in compliments and praises.Every single time, because you are his angel.

Sariel wants to slap him for being so loud and energetic, but he tries not to.

He even brags about you when you’re studying.

Rio knew about your skills before you even went to the castle.

He tried to find jobs that had to do with cooking/baking to help you.

After getting in a relationship, you inform him when you’ll go in the kitchen.He follows you like an excited puppy.

He wants to help you and he does.Although, he enjoys watching you more.

Rio is sure that you are the most graceful being in the world.The way you move, how you make even the foods he didn’t like, into the best delicacies.

He always hugs you, congratulates you and then asks you to marry him.

He loves you so much, he can’t help it.

~Jin Grandet:

Jin tries not to love you.And then, you go in their shared office to give them the best cookies he ever eaten in his life.

He already loves your personality and now you go and give them the most tasty treat that reminds him of that sweet warmth he feels next to you.

You might not have been a couple yet, but that doesn’t stop him from lovingly carresing you head (with you permission) and praising you.

After you get together, he continues doing what he was doing anyway, and you also get surprise kisses and hugs.

He nibbles on your ear and whispers how you are the most tasty treat for him and only him.

You don’t let him in the kitchen, because he is a disaster.

Jin calls you his and takes you in his arms until everything is ready.

You have had a few playful food fights.

He always wants to be the one who gets the first taste.

He talks about you, especially to Leon, Luke and Clavis.

Clavis tries to make him jealous and Jin wants to flick him.

~Luke Randolph:

The first time you went into the castle and after being given the permission to use the kitchen, you made honey covered pastries.

Luke decided that if you like honey, then you’re good for the role of choosing the next King.

He gets you jars full of fresh honey and boxes of fresh fruit.

All of that happened before your relationship started.

When you were officially together, he started getting even better at praising your skills and giving you whatever you needed.

Sometimes Luke searches for you around the castle and when he finds you in the kitchen, he kisses your forehead softly and hugs you.

Whenever you bake honey covered/filled treats, you let him be you taste tester.

Luke normally wants to eat all of them, but he understands how hard you work, so he leaves for the others too.

He is constantly praising you and talking about you to Jin.Clavis also hears them, because he is the biggest goshipper that lives in the castle.

If you’ll ask him, he’ll gladly help you after his  work is done for the day.

The End~

AN:Thank you very much for reading!If anyone is interested, you can request!(I write for ikevamp, ikerev and ikepri!)

NadiaSilver~

I don't know if your requests are open but I adore your kiss fics! I'm wondering if you could maybe do a kiss fic for Sariel Noir?

A/N: Here you go anon!

Sidenote: Kiss requests are always open. If you aren't sure which ones I have already done, there is a masterlist which you can check out right here

Sariel x Reader

Word Count: 545

You wouldn’t expect such tenderness from a man known as a devil. You might expect a kiss that bruises, that presses a whimper from your throat the way a flower-press crushes petals. You might expect the grip of his hands to be punishing, fingers digging into your softness like a trowel into soft earth. You might expect his goal to be pushing you to your limit, to dance you to the very precipice of what you can take, dip you backwards over the edge as dizziness swims through your body. The devil, after all, is heartless, relentless, and flirts with cruelty.

But you know better.

You know the side of him that, if it is a devil, it is of the fallen angel kind. He looks up from the papers piled on his desk as soon as he hears the door open, violet eyes suddenly luminous, their amethyst color shining like sunshine through a butterfly’s wing behind the lenses of his glasses. You approach him and he rises, the tide in its eternal, loving servitude to the moon. No words are needed between you as he opens his arms and you step into them, closing your eyes as the world tilts and he settles back into his office chair, you pulled along and held close to him. His embrace is as much strength, the bulwark of protection from the world’s dangers as it is the gentle, protective curve of a hawk’s wing over its young. He reaches up to free your flushed cheeks of a few wandering strands of hair, his hands cool against your skin. You smile and his breath is visibly caught in his chest, his expression that of a man who wants to resist the allure of looking at the sun directly….and not being able to help himself. You shift within the circle of his arms and stretch upwards until your lips touch his.

His mouth is immediately responsive, the softness of your kiss mirrored in the answering press of his lips. You do not move, sinking into the feeling of his lips on yours, the gentle hum of electricity passing between you, words of devotion and affection unspoken yet palatable. He shifts, tilting his head and catches your lip between his, holding you there a moment. Both of you are still, locked in a sweet embrace, two people in a timeless echo of all the lovers that have ever come before you. You are endless and undying, the moment between breaths, the space between heartbeats, a single drop of eternity shared between you and him. And then your lips move, the moment breaks, and stillness becomes propulsion. 

Your kisses grow less gentle as lips part, teeth and tongues uncaged. Where there was tenderness and peace, there is now hunger and want. Satisfaction and discontent are two sides of the same blade: each kiss both quenches and amplifies the fire burning low in your bodies. He tastes so good, he feels so good, what more could you want.

The answer is easy: You want more and more and more.

You have one last, coherent thought as his teeth drag red lines down the soft skin of your neck, as your fingers slide under his tunic, searching for skin: There is nothing as satisfying as giving the Devil his due.

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🎊Happy birthday Sariel🎊🐍

Happy Birthday Sariel 💜

I’ll be uploading a modeling video later. So much editing to do

Request for your Broken Heartstrings:

Sariel + injury + nightmare? If possible? Please?

Thank you

A/N: The prompt "nightmare" was requested several times so each request will get a shorter fic. The Nightmare shorts will share the same beginning and then change with each suitor.

This short features Sariel x reader

CW: blood, death

Word Count: 913

Sleep found you easily that night, rocking you in its arms until you fell into a deep and peaceful slumber. What dreams found you were pleasant, drifting in and out of your mind like iridescent bubbles following a light breeze. At the moment, your mind has taken you to a far-away beach. White sand is warm under your bare feet. The salty air tickles your nose. The gentle lapping of the waves soothes your body as you sink slowly into the deeper, darker parts of slumber...….except there, off in the distance, something is pulling at the threads of your peaceful dreaming. You try to ignore it but it is insistent. A tugging at your sleeve. A knocking at a door. A chime that won’t stop ringing. The beach fades away, despite your desperate desire to stay in that warm, safe place. The tugging grows more urgent. The knocking grows louder. The chiming fills your mind until you are jerked completely out of sleep’s embrace......to the fitful sounds of your lover in crisis.

Sariel Noir

Being the minister to the royals of Rhodolite is not without its dangers. His closeness to the throne is well known. His influence undeniable. It grants him respect but it also paints a target on his back. He is always careful, has never worried much for himself. But now he sees the error of his ways, too late.

They came for him in the dead of night. That late hour when the moon holds its breath and the stars retreat from shadows that rule the land. The assassins’ blades found their mark, sinking into the form huddled beneath the blankets of Sariel’s bed. Over and over they drank. Sloppily. Greedily. Until the bedsheets ran red. Like wraiths in the night, they vanished, a job well done. Only it wasn’t the palace devil they brought an end to that night.

He returns to his room, rubbing at the knot in his neck as he pushes open the familiar door. The paperwork could not wait and he told you to go to bed without him, not to wait up despite your pleading that you could read in the same room and not be a bother. A tender caress of your cheek, a quick kiss to your forehead and then he had insisted you get some rest. Even disappointment looked beautiful when it was on your face. But you had given in, warning him you planned on holding him close to you, a prisoner to your embrace with no hope of escape when he finally joined you for the night. Those words brought a smile to his lips. He was looking forward to it all throughout his work.

His body knows before he does. He freezes in place the moment he steps through the doorway. His room is too still. Too quiet.

The smell is what hits him first. Iron. Copper. The bedsheets look too dark. His feet move of their own accord, each step taking him closer to the gruesome truth. A sliver of moonlight is enough. He sees the blood, the torn bed sheets, your wide-open eyes.

His limbs suddenly weigh as much as boulders. His knees buckle as he sinks to the carpet, also wet with your blood. They were after him. They wanted him. They stole your life instead and now he is left, speechless, breathless, motionless at the bedside of your destruction. Air sputters from his cracked lips. He tries to say your name. Nothing comes out but strangled gasps.

“Sariel!” His gasping noises were what did it, the thing that tore through your sleep like a shot and exploded you into wakefulness. You say his name calmly but firmly, hands gripping his shoulders. Your voice is a lifebuoy amid treacherous waters, pulling him away from the wet, clinging hands of despair and with one final, soul-shaking gasp, he surfaces into the night, into the pale moonlight of his own bedroom.

His heart pounds inside his chest like breakers upon black rocks, but his gaze finds you, your hands still on his shoulders, your eyes swimming with concern. Your name is a whisper carried away by the wind, lost in the howl of his mind as it tries to reconcile the image of your lifeless body with the real you, the you of right now, your beloved face pale with worry. You’re in his bed, but you’re not…..you’re not….

Suddenly he reaches out, his hands scuttling across your body, anxious and seeking. You’re ok. You’re not hurt. There are no gaping wounds on you anywhere. You’re startled at his hurried touching, at the way his hands fly over you. Normally his touch is like air to fire, spreading warmth and want throughout. But this is leagues away from that kind of touch. It’s only your hands finding his, catching them like lost birds and then holding them against your heart that stops his frantic searching.

“It’s ok.” You repeat the words, gently, your fingers wrapped around his hands, keeping them still and warm. “Sariel….it’s ok.” He blinks his violet eyes, so dark in the wan light of the bedroom. You hold his gaze. You stroke the back of his hands. You nod as his breathing slows. 

He swallows and then reaches for you, falling back into the bed with you in his arms, his embrace a mix of something protective and something afraid. He breathes your name into your hair, turning his cheek to rest it against your head. You wrap an arm around him, placing a kiss above his heart. You don’t ask him what happened. He will tell you when he is ready. For now, you are satisfied that he is breathing evenly, that his heartbeat drums steadily under your ear.

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Hi Ellen! What if Emma turned into a rat and thus presented Sariel with a Moral DilEmma?

😭

Okay but I think things will be fine once he realizes that it's Emma and not a filthy rat. Well, kind of fine. His movements are stiff but he's doing his best.

Otherwise...good luck on trying to find a cure Emma.

Knowing Sariel's hatred for rats, Emma would avoid Sariel by just hiding out in her room. Of course, he'd notice something's wrong if he doesn't see her by the end of the day so he goes to her room.

...

Luckily Emma's able to somehow convince Sariel that it's her but now the man's at a loss of what to do. He wants to hold her but...the squeaking. Those hands. That tail. That is, until he sees her looking all sad so he reaches a hand out. After some hesitation, Emma climbs on. Meanwhile, Sariel's reminding himself that it's Emma ,puts her in his pocket, and brings her to his room.

If he gives a rat a cookie, she'll ask for a glass of milk. When you give her a glass of milk blah blah blah ... she'll curl up on the pillow If he lies down next to her she'll give him a kiss (Sariel tries not to flinch)

Unfortunately it's not one of those fairy tales where true love's kiss will break the curse. It wears out after a couple of days but in the meantime, Sariel tells everyone that Emma's ill and no one should visit her unless they want to catch what she has.

A/N: This was my contribution to the @flash-exchange content creation challenge over on discord. My "victim" was @olivermorningstar. I had the prompt: Sweet, Sour, Bitter

Sariel x Reader

WC: 373 (We had a limit of about 400 words, which for me was the hardest part of this challenge 😆)

Sweet: the way his amethyst eyes light up when you enter the room; the feel of his fingers brushing yours as he passes you another document to read, another book to learn from; the tilt of his lips when you say something clever (or something sarcastic) that he just can't suppress; the short inhale of breath when you look up and catch him staring at you; the way you feel when your eyes lock and you feel like the tide being drawn by the pull of the luminous moon; the Sariel scent of parchment and musk that lingers in the air like wisps of smoke after a fire; the way your heart is buoyed by the sight of him across a room, dark head bent as he confers with one prince or another; the rich, deep tone of his voice like coalfire embers; the sweet yearning that fills you whenever he’s near.

Sour: the endless lessons, the non-stop drills, the testing testing testing of your mind; have you done enough, have you proven yourself, have you satisfied all his demands; the disappointment in his eyes when you haven’t; the ache of humiliation and remorse when you see the way his gaze drops, his head shakes; the way his hand unconsciously presses against his stomach  whenever a prince (usually Clavis) causes trouble; the sure-footed way he manages to navigate the machinations of court life even when it comes at great cost to him; the dark rings shadowing his beautiful eyes; the sour, forbidden yearning that fills you whenever he is near.

Bitter: the way he must acquiesce to those less intelligent simply because of his station; the ghosts that haunt the violet mansion of his gaze when he hears Licht sigh sadly; the turbulent ocean in his heart when he observes Nokto and his mask of flippant carelessness; the never-ending list of things you still need to know, things you have not yet mastered; the pressure on his shoulders to make sure you make the right decision, the one that will steer the direction of the entire country; the delicate (and at time, indelicate) work he does in the shadows, away from the harsh light of day and its judgements; the bitter yearning that fills you whenever he is near.

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A/N: This year, as I deal with a far more limited amount of free time, I want to focus on writing things that really spark something for me. These headcanons, which I started almost 6 months ago, recently came roaring back into my imagination and I decided to go for it.

This is imagining how these suitors would react to their small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night.

Leon, Sariel, Jin, Keith and Gilbert

WC: 2.2 k

The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.

The hall is empty.

Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.

One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.

Leon

He is awake the moment the door opens. A light sleeper, he never fails to hear when his daughter enters your bedroom, no matter how quietly she tries to. Even now, he pushes himself up, running a hand through his cacophony of dark hair, watching his offspring step as quietly as possible as she makes her way towards the bed. She’s so concentrated on not making noise that she doesn’t notice he’s already up and watching her until she arrives at the foot of the bed.

“Papa!” Her gasp is half surprise, half disappointment when she realizes he has, as always, heard her. Leon laughs softly, the sound still rough with sleep as he motions for her to come over to his side of the bed. 

“I was trying to be extra, extra quiet.” He offers her his hand and she takes it, climbing into the bed and then into the circle of his arms where he cuddles her close. “You were, peanut. You were very quiet but your father has very, very good ears. Especially at night.” 

Perhaps someday she’ll learn why. How good hearing and light sleeping could mean the difference between life and death in the slave pens. But not tonight. Tonight she snuggles into his embrace, clutching her brown bear with his black and red cape to her chest. 

“Shall I bring you back to your bed?” He brushes several dark locks of hair that have escaped her braid away from her plump cheek, his golden eyes warm with affection. His daughter stifles a yawn. “Can I stay here tonight, with you and Mama?” 

How can he say no? “Of course.” He shifts her, tucking her in close against his side where she curls up like a kitten, warm and content. Leon sighs, his heart fuller than he ever imagined it could be, before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Sariel

He looks up from the paperwork on his lap when the bedroom door slowly opens. One glance at the clock on his nightstand and he knows exactly who dares enter his room, unannounced, in the middle of the night.

His son, hair dark as onyx, eyes as bright as violets, peeks around the door to see his father sitting up in bed, reading by the soft light of an oil lamp. 

“I see you, little one.” The child gives up stealth and hurries into his parents’ room, climbing up the foot of the bed and crawling his way across the velvety covers up to Sariel, careful not to jostle you while you are sleeping. He settles in next to his father, peering at the sheaf of papers still in his hands. “Why are you still up, Papa? It’s so late.”

Sariel glances down at his son, his lips curved in a soft shadow of a smile. “You know what? You are correct. It is very late.” He carefully removes his glasses, placing them in a safe spot on his nightstand and then sets the missives and letters and parchments beside them. He extends his arms and his son happily accepts the silent invitation, burrowing into his father’s embrace, clutching his soft, stuffed snake with the onyx eyes close to his little chest. “We’ll go to sleep together, ok Papa?”

Sariel reaches out, extinguishing the warm light and then shifts, dipping his head to press a kiss to his son’s midnight hair. “A sound plan, son.” He closes his eyes, contentment flowing through him like the soft waves of the ocean. “A very sound plan.”

Jin

He freezes, lifting his head from your neck, his large hand going still on the sensitive skin of your hip. As involved as he may be with you, he has excellent hearing and the opening of the door is as loud in its whisper as a gust of howling wind. He feels the soft huff of air against his cheek as you reign in your galloping heart. Things were just getting good.... With a groan, a mixture of disappointment and the dying embers of desire, he sits up as you adjust your nightgown and tilts his head at the small outline in the doorway.

“Yes, Princess? What is it?”

“I heard a noise. In my wardrobe. I think there’s a monster in there.” Her voice is small, almost tentative as it floats through the darkened bedroom. Jin pushes back his covers, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He reaches back, squeezing your hand, a gesture that says I’ve got this, before getting up and walking toward his daughter. "Alright little lady, let's go investigate." She slips her small hand in his, clutching her stuffed baby eagle close as they make their way back to her bedroom.

Stepping inside, she pulls her hand away from his and points to the white and lavender closet. “In there, Papa.” Her garnet-colored eyes are wide as Jin clears his throat, fixing a scowl on his face as he faces the wooden doors.

“Listen up. This is Prince Jin speaking and any and all monsters hiding in this wardrobe better leave RIGHT now or else you’ll have to answer to me!”

“Yeah!”, she adds helpfully, eyes narrowing as she glares at the wardrobe, a mirror image of her father.

Jin reaches forward and flings open one door, then the other. Inside are all her dresses and coats. Her shoes all lined up neatly along the bottom. A few stockings peek out of small drawers and her wooden training sword and shield with Jin's crest lean against the side, askew. Jin searches through the clothing, stands on his toes to check the top shelves. He makes a show of it, incredibly thorough and yet serious. Then he turns around to face his daughter. “Looks like any monsters are long gone. And they won’t be coming back.”

A smile like the dawn breaks over her face and she rushes towards him. He leans down and catches her in his arms, holding her tightly against his broad chest. “Thank you, Papa. No monster would ever be stupid enough to come back now!” 

Jin carries her back to her white four-poster bed, grinning as he lays her down amongst her fluffy pillows and pulls the soft covers up to her chest. “Nope, not when they know they have to deal with me.” He glances over his shoulder at the wardrobe. “But how about tomorrow, we go to the knights training grounds and you bring your sword and shield. We can work on your swordsmanship so any monster knows to be just as afraid of you too.”

She grins, nodding eagerly. “Good idea!”

Her enthusiasm has him returning her grin and he leans down, running a large hand over the soft chestnut of her hair. “Alright then. Get some sleep so you’re ready for tomorrow.” She snuggles down into the warmth of her blankets, stifling a yawn even as she rolls over. “I love you, Papa.” He swallows for a moment at the lump of emotion that suddenly swells his throat. “I love you too. Princess. So much.”

Keith

Little feet whisper across dark green carpeting, continuing their journey to his side of the bed. “Papa,” she whispers, tugging on his covers, her stuffed deer dangling from her grip on its antlers. Keith inhales, his handsome face frowning in his sleep as her voice cuts through the fog of dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up yet. However, his daughter is nothing but insistent. She pats his upper arm, clearing her throat and speaking again, this time louder. “Papa. Wake up.”

His golden eyes open slowly and he blinks as he returns to the here and now. The sight of her, with her ashen blond hair and your intelligent eyes, has him sitting up in bed, the last misty tendrils of dreaming vanishing like fog in the sunlight.

“Yes, darling? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” 

She glances to your empty side of the bed. “I miss Mama.” Those words send his heart spinning, leaving a trail of ache inside his chest as he nods slowly. “I do too. But you remember how she had to go back to Rhodolite. I promise, she’ll be home again soon. Just a few more days.” He reaches for her hand, his thumb running soothingly over her knuckles, marveling at the tininess of her fingers, the softness of her skin. She speaks again, her voice compressed by sadness. “I still miss her.”

He sighs as she hangs her small head, curls covering her face. Then he has an idea. Slowly he gets out of bed and leads her by the hand across the room to the heavy glass doors of the balcony off of the bedroom, his favorite place in the palace to stargaze. Keeping a secure hold of her hand, he slides open one heavy glass door and then walks with her to the large brass telescope. “Take a look in there,” he murmurs, kneeling as he adjusts the eyepiece for her. He wraps one arm around her middle, holding her close. “Can you see it?”

She leans forward slightly. “It’s blurry.” Carefully he adjusts the focuser until he hears her breath catch. “Oh it’s so pretty!” She stares through the telescope in wonder at the bright star, brilliant in its silvery-blue light. 

“That,” he says softly, almost dreamlike, “is your mother’s favorite star.” Gently he pulls her away from the telescope and points upwards. “You can see it without the telescope just there, see the three stars just in a row?” She nods emphatically. “It’s the one all the way to the right.” He pauses, resting his chin tenderly on her small shoulder. “When you miss Mama at night, like you do now, you can look up at the sky and find her favorite star. It may make you feel better.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around Keith’s neck, hugging him with all her might. “Thank you, Papa.” He hugs her close, this walking embodiment of his heart, and smiles.

Gilbert

He is already sitting up when his daughter approaches the bed, her stuffed tiger tucked under her arm. He heard the opening of the door and knew who it was immediately. No one else would ever dare to enter his bedroom in the middle of the night without fearing for their life.

“It’s past midnight, Mäuschen. Why are you wandering through the shadows?” His voice is a gentle that only you and those very close to Gilbert have ever heard. A genuine softness like the blanket of dusk as it falls over the land, the protective moon whispering as it cradles a favorite star. His daughter sighs, pushing away a stray lock of dark hair. “I’m hungry.”

He laughs quietly, his chin tilting down as he regards her. He speaks quietly, not wanting to wake you. You need rest after all, so close to the birth of your second child. He gets up, slipping on his black silk robe and then holds out his hand. She takes hold of it, wrapping her cool little fingers tightly around him and then pauses. “Wait a moment, Papa.” Turning back to the bed, she carefully places her stuffed tiger next to you where you sleep. “Watch out for Mama,” she orders sternly and doesn’t notice the bright gleam in Gilbert’s eyes as he smiles at her protective gesture. She turns, grabbing his hand and nods. “Ok Papa, fertig.” Ready.

He leads her out of the bedroom and a short walk down the hall to his office. Once inside, he walks over to his massive wooden desk, made of the finest dark walnut, and leans forward, turning on the desk lamp. He settles into his chair, into the crimson velvet cushioned seat and motions for her to join him. The Obsidian princess climbs into his lap, eyes bright as she looks at him expectantly. “Shh…this is our secret,” he murmurs, tapping his finger on the end of her nose. She grins slowly and nods. “Versprochen, Papa.” I promise. One arm holds her close as he leans down and opens a bottom drawer. Inside is a small round tin which he takes out and sets on his desk, next to the missives and parchments waiting for him come morning light.

“Go ahead,” he says encouragingly and she leans forward, carefully working the lid off with chubby fingers and then he feels her straighten up in excitement when its contents are revealed. She reaches in and pulls out a hearty oatmeal and raisin biscuit. The cookie is nearly at her lips when she pauses, thoughtfully. Shifting in his lap, she turns to face him and then holds it up. “Do you want a bite, Papa?” Her generosity has him smiling, a warmth like no other brightening his heart as he pretends to consider. “You don’t mind sharing?” She shakes her head, several loose, dark curls framing a face that is the youthful echo of yours. He leans forward and bites off a tiny corner, then leans back with a satisfied sigh. “Mama makes the best biscuits.” 

She bites into the same cookie with much less restraint and then smiles, chewing happily. “Mm hm.” She leans back against his chest and he wraps his arms around her as she continues munching. “Just this one and then it's back to bed with you, little mouse.” She nods, mouth too full to answer and focus far too lost in the pleasure of her treat to respond verbally. Gilbert sighs, turning to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He is utterly and completely at peace.

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I’m like 10 minutes into Clavis’s route and wow he has a lot of great one liners/quotes. He literally is basically a wingman for Chevalier yet Chevalier doesn’t want a wingman. Based of what I’ve seen in the other routes I’ve read he’s like basically a mixture of Gretchen Wieners and Janis Ian from Mean Girls (the original) with a bit of Damian sprinkled in.

I drew the Ikemen Prince Characters.

Even the 3 new ones

I also put some of the characters that their Va voices for most of them.

First up the 8 brothers.

And now the others

Anyway that’s all. Sorry for my short drawings haven’t drawn for a while.

This is a better love story than Twilight.

And also any of the love interests and Mc.

A dog and his master.

…kinky

Oh my it god better.

I need some Sariel x Rio fanart or something.

I might just draw some myself if I feel up to it.

I have drawn some Sariel x Rio Fanart

Technically it's just lineart and whether or not I will finish it is up to if I lose creative interest and depression and whatnot, but the point is I have drawn so yay.

Anyway, Happy Pride?

some incorrect quotes from @unknwnrm

maybe also suggest some incorrect quotes i can do from any series askdmnsad

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