#chevalier michel x you

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

18 + !!! NSFW

Chapter 13 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: a fuck ton

Warnings: nsfw, fingering, vaginal sex, handjob, overstim, kissing, nipple play

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

A month had passed as you stayed in the fortress. Gilbert was still chained underground. You visited his dungeon every day at first, mixing his medicine with his food in secret. Despite his imprisonment, his sickness started to withdraw, although the bags under his eyes grew in volume. At some point, he asked you to stop visiting. He had his back turned on you from you when he begged you to leave him alone. You did not ask why. You did not have to. You both knew how each of you hurt the other.

After a month the negotiations for peace were seemingly going well. Jade retreated and Benitoite joined Rhodolite's side is shutting down the last of Obsidian's generals. Even so, the ebony empire was vast and far too unpredictable. Too many times in the past it had feigned defeat, only to come back stronger. You had seen nation after nation bend to their knees as they were engulfed by the empire's shadow. More importantly, your kingdom's safety depended on your marriage to the man currently in the dungeons, and your loyalty to the Obsidianite crown. If word got out that you were roaming freely in the Rhodolitian camp the rumours would not be far from the truth to start spreading about an alliance between you.

"Chevalier?", Nokto repeated your words, "I think he's already in his room"

"Oh I see", you said sorrowfully, "thank you"

You return to your room to meet your sorry bag. You had laid each one of the dresses given to you on the bed. A knight brought them to you the next day after you arrived at the fortress. They were simple but not plain, their cut clean to suit your figure but lacking any eye-drawing embellishments usually worn by royalty. You sat on the bed and run your hand over the blue fabric of the one closest to you. Blue, white and gold, those were the only colours the dresses had. It was such a subtle detail that could easily go over one's head and so it would not draw any attention. That genius idiot...

You smiled, your fingers crinkling the fabric of the beautiful dress. The one you wore paled in your eyes in comparison even though, although tattered from the fall in the river, it was adorned with jewels from all the kingdoms conquered by Obsidian. You let out a sigh. You had long decided to leave, yet kept postponing it in an effort to see Chevalier again. You had caught glimpses of him as he raced through the corridors, venturing out for scouting and coming back bloodied from top to bottom. But there was no delaying it any longer. You had to go back. Every day you weren't either publicly announced as a hostage or returned to Obsidian or your homeland as a runaway cast suspicion over your relation to the kingdom of roses. You had to leave. But you also had to see him again. At least one more time. It could have been the last.

You don't remember how you ended up in front of his bedroom's door but soon you were knocking three times on the wooden surface. There was no sound at first but as you were turning to leave you heard Chevalier's voice from inside saying "Just come in". You stood silent for a moment, contemplating what to do. Going inside would be out of the question in a normal situation; you could not risk raising questions about what was happening behind the closed door. But now? This was your last chance to see him. You looked around. There was no one. You hesitantly put your hand on the handle and opened the door.

Chevalier was sitting on his desk's chair, leaning back as he read his novel. He held the book in one hand and supported his head with the other, elbow on the desk. His sword was leaning sheathed next to him. A smell of soap and roses surrounded him, the stench of iron and blood nowhere to be found anymore.

The door quietly clicked behind you. He raised his head. He immediately put the book down the moment he met your eyes. "Princess y/n", he said formally.

"I...ah...I had to see you", you said. You tucked your hair behind your ear. You could not look him in the eyes, despite your brazen claim. You lowered your gaze. "I'm leaving", you stated, "I'm departing for Istidor come dawn"

"Why?", he stood. It was not long before his face twisted as he answered his own question.

"Yes", you replied to his thought, "I can't draw more attention. The emperor will punish my kingdom for it"

The silence was deafening. You knew in your heart you had to say it. You hated to admit how right Gilbert was but you knew you would be filled with regret if you left with it weighing on your heart. You did not expect anything to change. It was probable that you would never see Chevalier again. But still...

"I....", you stammered. You looked away again. "I love you", you finally spat, "I'm sorry, but...I love you. I know you don't feel the same way about me. But I can't help how I feel about you. And I....", at this point tears had begun streaming down your eyes, "Maybe you'll think less of me now that you know this, but..."

His shadow suddenly enveloped you. You had not taken notice of when he had moved to stand in front of you. He was so close. You looked up at his crystal blue eyes as they gazed upon your face. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb gently brushing over your skin again and again. He leaned in. His lips hesitated just an inch before they touched yours. You could feel his breath cascading upon your face. Your eyes had already fluttered closed, your heart too weak to pull you away.

And then he kissed you.

He smelled like roses and parchment and tasted like sweet tea. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, fingers entwining between your locks. His other hand gently pulled you closer by the waist, barely touching your body. You cupped his cheek as you switched sides on your kiss. Your fingers caressed his cold skin.

His lips remained close as the kiss ended. "Why do this?", you asked against them, "I did not know you could be so cruel"

"Perhaps I could be", his husky voice was louder than ever. He touched his forehead to yours. "But not this time", he said.

You pulled away. You had to retain your logic. You could not be pulled into a place you could not return from. Chevalier's expression was as frozen as ever now that you were looking at him once again. He could not have meant it, could he? Chevalier was the most incredible person you knew. You knew he had a beautiful heart which he suppressed each day under the weight of his duty. He always acted with purpose; the only purpose he could have to say such a thing would be to weaken Istidor with a war with Obsidian, something that would probably not interest him in the slightest. But the alternative, of him having meant it, was even more improbable.

"What are you s..."

"What do you want?", he cut you off. His hand returned to your cheek as he held you, eyes locking.

"It does not matter what I want"

"If you want a new life you can return to Istidor", he said, "Perhaps you should want that. You would be the happiest"

You laughed. "I wouldn't, but I have no choice"

"Yes, you do", his voice was cold but now both of his hands held your face, "You do"

"Chevalier, you know I don't", you sighed, "The emperor..."

"Is in the dungeon of this fortress", Chevalier completed nonchalantly. You furrowed your brows. It did not take long for you to realise he meant Gilbert. Chevalier scoffed. "He did not tell you", he muttered, "Of course he didn't. He preferred to create a persona to keep you with him, the messiah."

"Gilbert is not-"

Chevalier let go of you. "I should not have told you", he said, "I have every reason to lie and therefore am not a reliable bearer of this news. But you can verify them once you reach your homeland". He passed you by and reached for the door. "Your future is finally yours", he said behind you. You heard the door open. "You should find someone who makes you truly happy before they try to marry you off again"

Maybe it was the fact that you could not see him anymore and relied solely on your ears, but you detected the slightest hinge in his voice when he said those words. An almost undetectable hesitation that was uncharacteristic of his nature. You turned towards him and pulled him so he would face you. It was the first time you saw him truly surprised; but there was something else, deeper, peaking under his expression now that you had caught him off guard. It was sorrow.

Your eyes widened. This time you pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated. It was much more intense than the first. His hands scrambled around your waist, needy enough to pull you close but too scared to do so with all their might. His kisses left your lips and moved towards your neck. You let out a sigh. Your back hit the door and the two of you were knocked back into reality. He looked away.

"You should go", he said coldly and walked back to his desk.

"You said the choice was mine"

"So you shouldn't waste it"

"I'm only going to ask you this once", you said, your anger evident in your tone, "How do you feel about me?"

"That much is clear"

"Do you love me?"

"Are you saying you can't tell as much?"

"Chevalier, do you love me? Yes or no?"

He rushed back to your side. His lips collided with yours in another fervent kiss. His hand pulled at your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck. He continued kissing you again and again until he was out of breath. He touched his forehead to yours, his thumb pulling at your lower lip as he warmed it with his heaving breath. "You simpleton", he said, "You should know the answer to that already". His face was still lacking expression, yet his ice-blue eyes had caught fire, and so had his voice.

You stayed quiet for a moment, still processing what had transpired. "Then shut up and stop pushing me away", you said annoyed as tears spilt from your eyes. Chevalier raised his eyebrows in surprise. You could tell he had not planned for such a reaction.

You pulled him in once again. He pushed your bodies together against the door as he kissed you. You blindly searched the space behind you until your hand found the key and locked the door. Your other hand was still holding his white linen shirt, pulling him towards you so he would not escape even though he seemed to have no intention to. His lips were devouring every inch of skin they could find. You felt him slow down as he reached your cleavage. His hands were hesitantly hovering above the buttons of your dress. You reached behind your back and pushed his hands towards them. He played around with the first one until he was able to unhook it, then easily undid the rest. He untied the ribbons of your skirt and petticoat. You shook your dress until it pooled around your feet.

Your hands worked on his own shirt until you were able to pull it off of his shoulders. You traced his toned torso, the bandages of his wound still wrapped around it. You dropped your gaze and your head as your fingers traced the white gauze. His crooked finger hooked underneath your chin and raised your head once more. He kissed your lips, hands tracing your figure until they reached your waist. You gasped when he lifted you up, letting your legs wrap around his hips.

"Chevalier your wou-"

"I can do so much", he waved your concern away. He carried you to the bed. He let out a grunt of pain as he tried to place you softly upon the mattress, the weight pulling at the muscles he shouldn't move.

"Don't", you told him. You sat on your knees and cupped his cheeks before you kissed him. His breath relaxed, the warm air breaking on your skin. You broke the kiss and looked at the bandage. He placed his hand above yours as it passed over the wound. He moved them together towards his heart. You met his gaze. It was intense; determined. Without any words, he told you that the worst pain he had had to experience was in his heart when he was apart from you.

He slowly climbed on top of you, kissing and biting at your neck and collarbone. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your chemise and lifted it until he exposed your honey pot. He traced the lips with his digits as they grew wetter. You took a sharp inhale as his thumb pressed your bud. He raised his head. His eyes examined your face as his thumb drew circles over and over again. He leaned for a kiss when he plunged a finger inside your walls. He was slow, careful as he drank every sigh and moan he pulled out of you. You opened your legs further for him. He thrust another one of his thick fingers inside you. You broke from his kiss to let out a cry of pleasure. He stopped for a moment as he examined your face, quickly returning to his good work. He scraped your walls with the pad of his fingers and your neck with the edges of his teeth. You combed his golden hair, pulling on the strands as he picked up the speed of his thrusts.

You called his name in his ear. He leaned to your neck and planted a loving kiss. Your bodies danced together, the tears they had shed while apart were turning into a fiery passion. You did not know if you wanted to cry out of joy or out of the sheer pleasure his fingers were granting you. He pulled your corset right under your breasts to expose them and took one in his mouth. Your fingers curled. You could feel his smile as his tongue circled one of your nipples. You could feel a coil building up in your body, curling up like a spring underneath your belly. His hands were both at work between your legs, one thrusting and one circling your rosey bud. He suddenly switched breasts and the coil burst. You panted and trembled as you covered his fingers with your essence. He slowly pulled his hand away. His fingers lightly pressed on your oversensitive entrance. You shuddered at the feeling, hips both running away and moving towards him.

He brought his head to his bandaged stomach. "Dammit", he muttered. Before you could pose further questions, he sat next to you, back on the headboard, and pulled you between his legs. This position reminded you of something yet you could not name this thing even as you searched into the depths of your memory.

"Chevalier", you said before he covered your eyes with his palm. The darkness made the kisses on your neck even more intense. It made the way he cupped your breasts feel more direct. His breath was on your nape. And that was when it clicked: There were not a lot of romance stories that you read, but there was this one you knew all your female friends had read. You had jokingly mentioned it once in front of him, never expecting him to actually read it. Goodness, you hoped he would not after you contemplated further on the vulgarities contained in this particular book. But he did. And he knew. And though you had mentioned it mockingly, you did not believe there were many women who would not be turned on by the things in that book.

He nipped on your ear. "I wanted to tell you", you felt rather than heard his words, "You enjoy some pretty interesting books". His fingers held your entrance open. "But I would like to hear what you want coming from your lips", he lifted you and led you onto his length, "Personally, I would prefer to look at you while you're making that face"

You felt the kiss he planted on your shoulder as his length stretched you. He continued to kiss you repeatedly as you got used to him inside you. He helped you as you moved up and down. You called his name. You heard his grunts loud and clear with your heightened ears even though he tried to bury them in your neck. He started moving more ferociously, more passionately. Your back arched against him as you tried to keep your breath steady, with no success. Your head leaned back to lie on his shoulder. At some point, his hand slipped away and you were met face to face with the expression he hid from your behind your previously obstructed gaze. His heaving chest, his rose-coloured cheeks, his feverish forehead, his hungry gaze....his everlasting and ever-burning love. It was too late for him to hide again; he probably realised it. He caught your lips in his. One hand dived underneath your arm and cupped your cheek, keeping your lips locked with his as he thrust inside you. The other pinched and circled your bud. You moaned. His tongue was entwined with yours. Your legs wiggled at the weakness of your breath. You reached behind you and hooked your arm on his nape. You aided his fingers as they urged your release. Your cries of intense pleasure were nectar drunk by his thirsty lips.

He kissed your nose. He was panting. He was not hiding anymore. His hands held you close, begging you to stay, even if his lips would never ever express such a wish. He was not a man who would succumb to his desires, but that did not mean they were not there.

"Lay down", you said as you raised your hips. You cupped his cheeks as he fell onto the pillows on the side. Your lips kissed every inch of his handsome face. His hands held your waist, thumbs tracing the dimples of your hips. You kissed every patch of skin you could find between the bandages on his torso. He pulled you back up mid-climbing down. He combed your hair with his fingers. You wrapped yours around his length. Your thumb traced the head and he bit your lip. You moved your head up and down. He was still determined on kissing you, yet you could taste the sweet moans he himself now left, and the sway of his hips towards your hand. His hand wrapped around yours. At first, you thought he was going to stop you, but he merely urged you to continue faster.

He came, panting against your face, his warm essence shooting from his length. He cupped your cheek before moving his hand to your nape and pulling you into his embrace. His hands wrapped around you. He softly kissed your back. You pulled him close, your own arms diving underneath his. He held you as if you were the most precious treasure in the world. His thumb rubbed on your skin and you knew he was tracing the marks that he himself had left.

"I'm coming with you", you said against his chest, "To Rhodolite"

Chevalier tightened his embrace. "Good", he said.

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[sky-drgn]

Head Scratches

Chevalier Michel x gn!reader Pronouns: None Genre: Fluff Word Count: 222 Warnings: None Big thanks to @venulus for inspiring me and giving me this idea! Shout to @blake-elladonna for making the banner~

The day hadn't been particularly eventful. The usual paperwork broken up by the usual tricks from Clavis. All in all it was your typical day at the castle. Ended in it's same typical manor for King Chevalier and his fiancée.

Reading books in his private library with you sitting in his lap.

New books had come in that you'd been excited about and to Chevalier, it only made sense for you to read them together.

It was no secret that Chevalier is a genius like no other. This helped him read faster than you, so you had control over turning the pages.

It wasn't long into the book when you subconsciously started playing with the ends of soft hair. Enjoying the pale blond locks between your fingers. You'd stop every time you had to turn the page, but went right back to playing with his hair. When you started gently scratching the back of his head though...

"I didn't say you could stop."

"Hm? Stop what?"

"I'll turn the pages, it's easy to tell when you've finished reading."

It took you a moment to figure out what he meant as you hadn't realized you started scratching his head. You giggled and kissed his cheek several times once you did realize.

Chevalier looked away blushing. Not that he'd ever admit that he was.

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[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?

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[violettduchess]

chevalier and ex-lovers for the angst promt? that seems like it would be really interesting considering his route. thank you for reading this ask

A/N: With some encouragement and brainstorming (thank you @lorei-writes 💜) I finished this!

An addition to my Broken Heartstrings series

Chevalier x Reader

WC: 1.3k

The crowds that have gathered in the streets are humming like a hive full of excited bees. Some small children are pushing their way beneath elbows and through knees, trying to get to the front. Others are being hoisted up onto the shoulders of grown ups who shift their weight from foot to foot, as eager as the children to get a glimpse.

You can see them all from your spot, perched on the wide windowsill of your bedroom. Precarious as it may be, you’ve pushed open the window, leaving nothing between you and the view of the street below. It’s a joyful scene, one of breathless anticipation as the townsfolk wait for their king to ride through on this, the anniversary of his coronation. The king that you chose a year ago. The man who had challenged your spirit and won your heart.

But instead of sitting by his side, proudly looking down at all the beaming faces, you’re alone at your window, stomach in knots at the thought of seeing Chevalier Michel again, even from a distance.

Just thinking his name sends your mind down well-trodden paths of anguish and heartbreak....

What had seemed so solid, so strong, had unraveled in a single moment. You didn’t even have the chance to anticipate something was wrong. He had gone to investigate suspicious activity at the border. He had returned, white clothing running red with blood that was not his. Still, you had run to him, concern an engine that spurred you forward at lightning speed….and he had turned away, turned his shoulder towards you. And then he had told you, in a voice as chilled as winter’s edge, to leave. 

Leave, he repeated at the palace gates, his hand gesturing for you to move away.

Leave, he repeated as you stood in his bedroom, questions shooting from your mouth like wayward fireworks, bright and burning and frantic. 

Leave was all he said, his voice a blade as dangerous and final as his sword.

His betrayal of your trust was a sudden cracking of ice, a fall into freezing water that left you speechless, breathless, and utterly broken. All the possibilities for the future, all the countless daydreams. All the nights spent talking, sharing, weaving a relationship from the threads of your heartstrings snapped in a blink by silver shears, cold as the blue of his eyes when all your wild thoughts boiled down to a single question, your voice trembling like a leaf in a cruel, sudden wind: 

Why?

Leave was his only reply.

And so you fled the palace, the beautiful rose gardens, the confused and concerned questions in the eyes of his brothers. You fled the place that had become home to return to the life you had known before, except it didn’t fit as it once did. Something was missing, something that ached in the night, that chased sleep away from the spinning hurricane of your mind. A longing for someone that you shouldn’t want, someone who was willing to drive a stake into the beating heart of your love without hesitation. Or explanation.

A combined gasp and cheer rises up from the crowd as the royal caravan approaches and tugs you back to the present. The other princes ride upon their horses, smiling and waving. Well, Licht isn’t exactly smiling and something about his somber expression is so familiar, a constant in a world turned upside down, that it actually brings a smile to your lips, a sad, watery thing but a smile nonetheless. Jin and Nokto beam brightly, waving and nodding, especially to the women who meet their gazes with excited hands pressed to their hearts. Leon is every inch the prince, flawlessly dividing his attention between both sides of the street, his smile open and wide. He was always so kind.  A wave of bittersweet emotion washes through you as you remember the time he would take to explain things to you, to help you find your way, to listen,

But he is not the one your heart chose. 

And behind Leon and his black stallion rides the King on his destrier of purest snow white. The sight of him, tall and proud, one gloved hand on the reins, the other casually on the pommel of his sword freezes the breath in your lungs. Your fingers curl into your palm unbidden, nails biting deep into flesh gone numb. Beside him, Clavis is all flashy smiles and waves, golden eyes scanning the crowd to award a nod or tilt of the head to anyone he wants to feel special. His head tilts up as his gaze sweeps across the many open windows and people waving handkerchiefs, some embroidered roses, some embroidered with tigers in honor of the king’s crest.

You, still as a beam of moonlight, stand out amid the riotous cheering.

Of course Clavis notices you. In a heartbeat, your eyes lock with his and something inside you shifts as you are flooded with the memories of the many laughs, the teasing, but most of all, the way he supported you through loving his brother. He knows what a difficult path that is to walk. He has been walking it his whole life.

He offers you something no one else in the crowd gets. His face, always adept at schooling itself into whatever mask it need be, is filled with genuine emotion at the sight of you. He offers you a smile, soft and sad and real.

Somehow, even from a distance, he has still found a way to comfort you.

Your spirit is bolstered, just a little, and you manage a smile in return, raising a hand in greeting.

And then Chevalier notices his brother’s upturned face and his own head moves, his gaze rising to see what has Clavis’s attention.

There you are, up in the window, framed like a beautiful portrait, smiling, but even he can see it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, like a garden dappled in shadows. Your hand is raised, that hand he knows intimately. He knows the motion of your fingers as they delicately turn the page of a book. He knows the strength in them when you grip a horse’s reins. And he knows their softness, the tenderness with which they can touch, the feel of your fingertips as they trace the line of his jaw. The eagerness with which they press into the back of his neck when he kisses you-

Kissed you.

When he kissed you.

Because he will never know their touch again. Nor your kiss. Nor your smile. Even now, as your gaze meets his, that smile fades, your hand slowly lowers, curling against your heart like a wounded animal, seeking shelter.

And he knows he did that. He killed the warmth of you, the joy, the whispering sunshine of your love.

And he would do it again.

Because as pained as you look now, somehow he knows it would never compare to the pain of being in love with someone who could so deeply disappoint you. He learned that lesson the day he rode to the border, when he killed as mechanically as clockwork, without remorse, without regard. How easily his blade drank the blood of young and old. He saw only red, felt only the jolt of sword through flesh and turned to seek it again and again.

You claimed there was good in him, there was mercy and the capacity to love.

And for a brief moment in time, he had believed you. Until that day.

And rather than watch your love for him slowly wither as you learned you were wrong, that he was nothing more than a brutal beast, he made a clean cut. Sharp, painful but without a doubt in his mind the correct thing to do.

He could not watch the light in your eyes go out. Because he loved you.

Loves you.

Because he still loves you.

Chevalier’s pale head turns away from you and the procession continues.

Slowly, breathing against the burning ache in your chest, the broken pieces of your heart slicing into wounds that have never fully healed, you lean forward and pull the window closed. 

There is nothing left to see.

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[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaand the second part! <3

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings:

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 335

Chevalier Michel

Sleeping schedule worse than Jin's haircut

He's a hugger, 100%

No matter if it's a pillow or a poor, little rabbit

Doesn't sleep much, usually a really light sleeper

We know that he doesn't like to wake up early (slay)

So get ready to get squished to death by him

Luke Randolph

Sleeps everywhere, anytime

Sometimes you wonder if they way he's sleeping ever hurt him

Snores. Snores really loud. You'd think there was a construction side in the garden but suprise! it's just Luke

Head back, arms crossed, legs spread

Ffs, he's taking up the ENTIRE bench

Sleeps like a rock but open a jar of honey and he's awake and ready for duty! (eating the honey)

Yves Kloss

I will not elaborate further.

Jin Grandet

Similar to Luke, but less.. messy?

Manspreads like his life depends on it, too

But doesn't sleep around the palace (he does but that's a different thing-)

Takes up the entire bed, face first into the pillows

Honestly, he looks like he just fell into bed and went ''fuck it, this is how I sleep today''

On top of his covers, sometimes uses them when it's cold or he has uhm... 'guests' over

Licht Klein

Sleeps like a sick victorian child

Completely still in the middle of the bed, covers halfway up his chest and hands folded on top of them

Quiet, not a single sound can be heard, not even breathing

Doesn't turn around, ever

Just sleeps like that, still, unmoving

When you sleep in the same bed, you'll have to curve around him

Leon Dompteur

''I don't have any space, Leon.''

''Me neither.''

Camera cuts to the entire bed

You lay at the edge of your side, almost falling off while Leon hugs you from behind, the entire bed behind him is empty

Will not move, no matter what

Steals blankets just to throw them to the ground

Hugs you like a baby koala, so you don't even need those blankets :)

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[xxsycamore]

A Night Too Hot for Sleeping

↬  🧊 ❝ It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work.❞ On a night too hot for sleeping, Chevalier leaves the bed to prepare his plan for cooling off the two of you. And he tells you to wait for him naked.

Chevalier Michel x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Ice Play; Temperature Play; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Neck Kissing; Creampie; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,060 • masterlist

a/n: for darling @aquagirl1978 <3 Hope you enjoy ~ Part of Late Summer Rendezvous, prompt 11: A night too hot for sleeping & prompt 10: Hot skin + Cold sensations

It's too hot to sleep tonight.

In the act of throwing the covers off your body, your hand accidentally bumps into Chevalier's on the other side of the bed.

Oh no. Worried that you startled him in his sleep, you freeze for a second, listening to his breathing - but he surprises you in turn, breaking the dead silence of the hot summer night.

"So you too can't sleep."

Seeing right through you is perhaps not such a difficult task for Chevalier when you've shown one too many signs. But while you were tossing around, turning in various positions to seek after the imaginary coldness on the bedsheets where the heat of your body hasn't touched, you thought Chevalier was sleeping. Turns out, he's once again the wiser one, remaining completely still even in his troubled awakeness so as to not produce more body heat in useless movement.

You mutter a hum of assent. "It's awfully hot these days. Might as well give up on sleeping and do something productive instead..."

Chevalier produces a breathy noise that can be both interpreted as a rare show of annoyance towards the smoldering temperatures, and... a tiny sneer.

"You're starting to sound like me, simpleton. But it's futile. The heat would get in the way of your concentration."

Staring at the barely visible contours of the intricate design of the ceiling above, you frown a little at the accent he put on the word you. Right, of course, this won't be a problem for him. But the facts are that he's right here in bed with you, not seated at his desk busying himself with things more productive.

"Instead we can do something to cool ourselves off and attempt to get rest tonight."

You blink at the implication, hazy mind beginning to go through the options once again. Before your mouth can open for a suggestion, the king-size bed whispers a soft creak as Chevalier lifts his weight off the mattress, telling you he'll be returning in a bit.

And to wait for him naked.

You understimulated the difficulty of the task Chevalier left you with. Granted, he's seen every millimeter of your naked flesh, has studied it like a battle map and has familiarized himself with every curve and edge. You're aware of that, and the hint of embarrassment serves only to annoy, in the form of an additional layer of heat on your cheeks. Illogical but sure to gradually fade the less you think about it.

You have a bigger problem. A big, wet problem between your legs.

Chevalier had taught your body to get wet for him upon asking you to strip. Now completely nude, you remove your shaky fingers from between your legs with the liquid proof of that shocking realization. There wasn't as much as a hint of anything suggestive about to take place in this bed upon his arrival, yet here you are, waiting for him ready for something that's not gonna happen.

Your embarrassment suddenly makes more sense, and now you have to deal with two pestering, irritating sensations ruling over your body at once.

The bedroom doors are pushed open and the noise startles you, even if you've been expecting to hear it any second now. Chevalier doesn't bother casting any light upon the bed as he makes his way to it.

"It would be best if you lie on your stomach for this."

Another wave of arousal coils in the pit of your belly as you comply.

The darkness is not on your side as it allows you to make out Chevalier's gaze but not the contents of the tray in his hands. He sets it aside as he begins to take off his own sleepwear behind you where you can't see. He could be down to full nakedness just like you, your mind already vividly painting the picture.

"Brace yourself, this might surprise you."

What will? Hands grasping the sheets, you gulp as your throat dries and your senses sharpen up with anticipation.

Chevalier's warm hand takes hold of the sole of your left foot, as if to keep it in place and prevent sudden movements. Your curiosity is eating you up inside.

Then you feel it. Shocking stimuli of freezing coldness on your ankle, making your whole body shiver.

"Ice..." You gasp out, finally unveiling the mysterious sensation Chevalier inflicted on your body.

You can hear the smirk in his voice as he replies with a single word.

"Correct."

Just as you get used to the welcomed coldness, Chevalier moves to your other ankle, rubbing the ice cube there too.

Barely touching the skin, he traces along the length of your leg and he arrives at the back of your knee and presses it there.

You gasp out your surprise, shoving your head in the pillow to prevent any other such noises from escaping because of how embarrassing it would seem to fall for the same trick thrice, and you can't help it. The fold of your knee is so, so sensitive, and the strong sensation makes good use of it. Chevalier explains, as if reading your thoughts.

"It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work."

You had no intentions of doing anything but. You feel the melted ice stream down your skin to soak into the bedsheet and Chevalier replaces it with a new one when he moves to your other knee.

His fingertips are icy as he holds your wrist flush to the bed, even if you've gotten used to the startling sensation and are doing your best at remaining still. You love that he insists on holding you.

The crooks of your elbows receive the same chilling treatment. His next command is for you to prop up on your elbows, so that he can have a better reach of your neck. It's a spot you anticipated, pulsing with heat, and thankfully he doesn't neglect it.

The rivulets of cold water make their way down the valley of your breasts, and for a second you think the position doesn't allow for Chevalier to see them. You're surprised when he traces them with a finger.

"Are you feeling colder now?"

Holding your position with only your lower body rested flush against the bed, you suck on your lip. In order to reach all your spots, Chevalier had moved on top of you, his muscular bare thighs straddling your own legs.

"I... Yes. Thank you."

"Liar."

Ice-cold fingertips trace along your spine, sending a strong shiver. They arrive at your backside, downwards, and then directly at the crux of your nethers.

"This place is burning hot. Why is that?"

Chevalier collects your slick, and you can't see him but you can visualize him stretching it between his fingers for a better look. You have no answer, the only thing escaping past your lips an embarrassing whine.

"Looks like the heat has gotten to your head. No need to answer me."

Chevalier's fingers ghost past your center, and you moan as they make contact with your burning folds. The temperature difference is stimulating you more than you want to admit, and you lower yourself down so you can arch your hips instead. You can't help it, you want more.

Chevalier enters you with two fingers in a familiar gesture of making sure you're stretched out and ready, his ministrations devoid of any means to bring pleasure in the current moment and instead loaded with promise of drowning you in it later. You hear the faint noise of his fingernails scraping against the food tray and water drops hitting the surface. Your eyes open wide.

A low, guttural grunt comes from behind you as you're left with the pulse drumming in your ears, insides clenching as you lay open and ready. Soon you understand what made Chevalier produce that sound.

As he pushes in, your body is sent in shocking yet pleasurable tremors - the man above you is quick to capture your wrists and hold you in place as he slowly slides home. He'd used the ice on his raging arousal in order to make that first thrust euphoric for you. And it's exactly that. He makes sure to go in deeper at a slow pace, gradually stretching you out so you can feel everything, one millimeter at a time - until he bottoms out and lets the sensation be enjoyed to its very end, by both of you.

The smoldering temperature of your core quickly consumes the coldness, but the pleasure only builds up. Chevalier envelopes your body from behind completely, keeping you prone underneath him as he seeks your neck. His lips find your pulse point, where the ice kissed your skin previously, and hastily overwrites it with kisses of his own. Sensation in reverse, Chevalier's mouth is hot on your freshly chilled neck, and you find that just as stimulating. He's been inside you for only a couple of thrusts yet your body already sings with approaching climax.

"Let me hear you."

You grasp the sheets harder, knuckles turning white, and abandon your last remains of decency as you let Chevalier hear what he's doing to you. His content grunt is barely audible under your own sounds yet unmistakable as it makes your insides convulse around his thick length.

Chevalier plows into you at a fast, rewarding pace, fucking you into the mattress until you're a puddle of pleasure, the only thing preventing your body from being completely limp and pliant being the growing need for release that makes you all spasms and tightening muscles and desperate sounds. Chevalier doesn't tease; at this point you'll get what you want, and perhaps that's exactly what he wants, as well. Still, with your position preventing you from clinging onto him, you're completely at his mercy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the hot night, and Chevalier's thrusts grow frantic, making you lose control. You scream his name out loud and throw yourself at the consuming fire, climaxing hard around Chevalier, sucking him deeper in as each wave of pleasure rocks through your body.

Chevalier holds you down through it all, fucking into you to hear another scream, and another, letting all that he hears, and sees, and feels, inevitably bring him to the edge of his own climax. Until he tips over.

Holding you by the shoulders, he bottoms out in you harshly, hitting your deepest parts and spilling his semen there. Making you feel it paint your insides white; seconds becoming eternity until he thrusts again, just as deeply, and again and again, until your walls milk every last drop of him.

You can only compare it to the rumbling purr of a large tiger when he contently pulls his length out of you to watch his cum leak out of your hole, aftershocks of pleasure sending shivers down your body and likely he feels it too.

You don't know how Chevalier resists the urge to plop down on the bed all spent and glowing with satisfaction, but there he is, tending to your body instead. He cleans you with a wet cloth that interestingly was on the same tray he brought into the room. Which makes you remember...

"The ice must have melted already... You couldn't use it on yourself... I'm sorry."

Without missing a beat, Chevalier carefully finishes up cleaning you, letting out a small huff.

"You needn't worry about that. A small exercise like that naturally helps with both regulating body heat and bettering the quality of sleep."

Finally feeling the mattress dip again with Chevalier's weight, you relax and observe how right he is about it all. Even after what you just did, you don't feel all that hot. It's mostly dark, but you can still see the contours of his chiseled face as he lays his head on the pillow.

You suck on your bottom lip in thought.

"So we could just do that since the beginning?"

Realizing what you just said, you feel the embarrassment creep on your cheeks once again, and even though it's hot, you still feel like hiding your face under the covers. Chevalier holds your gaze with an unmistakable little smirk that tells you volumes about exactly why he chose not to just do that since the beginning.

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[aquagirl1978]

Chasing Fireflies - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Summer Days Sultry Night writing event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: fireflies and summer festival

Tags: fluff

“Look, Papa!”

The young boy proudly held out his cupped hands to his father; nestled inside was a firefly, its abdomen glowing brightly in the fading twilight sky. 

Chevalier smiled softly as he watched his son gaze at the firefly, his face alight with joy, amazed that amidst all the lights and sounds of the summer festival that this small creature captured his full attention.

“What are you going to do with him?” Chevalier asked his son as the firefly crawled along one of his small fingers.

The boy looked up at his father, his attention finally pulled from the tiny insect. “I’ll let him go,” he replied quickly, as if there was no other answer in the world. “I just wish Mama was here to see.”

“Your mother and sister will be back shortly. With a pile of books, I’m sure.” The firefly fluttered his wings before flying away, his flickering light soon disappearing in the distance.

“Goodbye, firefly.”

Something stirred inside Chevalier as he watched his young son wave goodbye to his friend the firefly. Looking back on his own childhood, he couldn’t recall a single, innocent moment like this shared with either of his parents. This. This affection, this connection, this love was everything he had been missing and craving for so many years.

That all changed when he met you.

Chevalier looked up, his smile bright like the firefly, as soon as he spotted your figure approaching. In one of your hands was a small stack of books pressed against your chest; the other hand held a smaller hand, that of your young daughter. 

Warmth filled his body with his family reunited, his queen by his side. No longer a strange feeling, it was something he secretly wished would never go away.

“What did you two do while we were shopping?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I caught a firefly, Mama. But…he flew away before you came back.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I wish I could have seen him. 

Something in the air caught Chevalier’s eye; he reached out, his fingers outstretched, quickly closing into a loose fist. He turned over his hand, his fingers opening to reveal a tiny firefly in his large palm. 

“Papa, you caught one!” the boy and girl exclaimed together excitedly.

Chevalier turned to you, proud to present you this prize. He cupped his hands like his son did earlier, careful to not let the firefly fly away just yet. He stood there silently, simply enjoying the childlike joy that filled your face.

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[solomons-poison]

Unpredictability

Chevalier Michel x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: OK I had to do just a little bit more with the Chev thoughts of having a daughter, connected to my headcanon post here, so just have this little slice of life thing. Papa Chevalier has a very special place in my heart ❤️

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem reader, reader is the mother of Chev's daughter and queen of Rhodolite; just some sweet fluff mostly in Chevalier's perspective; Chev is likely OOC for a bit lol; not proofread~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 2193

Chevalier had a knack for predictions. His perception had always been extraordinary, able to pick up the smallest of clues from his environment and the people around him to know what would happen next. It aided him in his development as a prince, working with his brothers to keep the kingdom running smoothly as his father’s health declined, and it helped him now that he was the king of that same kingdom. He was a monster on the battlefield, strategically taking down enemies with the ease of a beast, and was equally a monster in the courts, always knowing what information was needed where and who to deal with.

When it came to you, however, you were his blind spot.

No amount of strategy and foresight could have prepared him for the way your fates intertwined, or the way you captured his very heart in the palm of your hand. A younger Chevalier would have scoffed at such a notion, that he had the human emotion to even fall in love to begin with when he was most aptly labeled as the "Brutal Beast" by every possible noble in the court. But of course all it took was the wisdom and pure heart of Belle to look deep inside and find the truth. Looking back on the events leading up to the discovery of these feelings, once he met you, he realized it couldn't have gone any other way.

You managed to surprise him at every turn, with your unending love, your wisdom, your thoughtfulness and devotion. That's what made you fit to be his queen, someone that helped him bring out and connect with his human side. The day he married you was something he never could have dreamed of in a hundred years, and even much less so, the tiny babbling bundle you delivered into your lives a year later.

Now he watched as his tiny daughter, three years old and full of toddler mischief, ran through the rose gardens of the palace at alarming speed, eager to see you again after being separated during a diplomatic trip– and she wasn’t the only one that was eager. He could just make out the top of her head, her hair color the exact same as yours and bouncing along as she moved.

That was something he was thankful for, the way his daughter resembled you in so many ways. Her hair color, the shape of her face, even her personality and stubbornness was coming to resemble you too, and he had no doubt the similarities would continue as she grew older. She was also attached to books the same, though honestly he was just as much at fault for that as his queen. However, the one thing that differed was that she had inherited his eyes, a strong clear blue that somehow looked right into your soul.

The little princess was beginning to learn how to use those ice blue eyes to her advantage, much to his amusement. When something didn't go her way, she'd glare at whoever was responsible in no dissimilar way to his own until they cracked from the pressure. It was no end of stress to Sariel or his brothers, realizing there was a little Chev 2.0 in the making. She'd even turned that icy gaze onto him, too, managing to surprise him.

Anyone that looked at her knew immediately whose daughter it was, and something about that sentiment, creating this tiny human so clearly made up of his traits and yours together, warmed him up inside.

Getting lost in his reverie, he quickly lost sight of his small child and hastened his pace. The full bushes made it difficult to keep his eye on her, even with his keen eye and sense of danger, so outside excursions were often accompanied by extra help such as the servants or even Lucien on rare occasion. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary today as you were the one waiting at the end of their journey through the garden, and the thick foliage made the path clear, leading up to a gazebo.

Just as the image of your face came to mind, he could hear a loud exclamation from up ahead, and turned a corner in time to watch his daughter run into your waiting arms.

“Mama!”

You couldn’t help but grunt from the force with which you were tackled, but your arms wrapped around your daughter as she gripped you tightly.

“Hi, my love! I've missed you,” you said, pulling back to kiss the top of her head. You noticed the missing presence of your husband, glancing around before looking back at your child. “I’m so happy to see you again. Where’s your papa at, can you tell me?”

“Papa is slow,” your daughter mumbled, the excitement of seeing you lost already as she caught sight of the butterflies flitting about from bloom to bloom behind you.

Her wording made you giggle against your better judgment. Your husband could be described as many things, but you were certain the word “slow” was not one of them. But almost as if summoned, his platinum blond head came into view over the bountiful rose bushes, and it was as if all was suddenly right with the world— even if he did have a slight frown on his face.

“Little rabbit, I’ve told you not to run ahead in the gardens,” he sighed, entering the gazebo and patting his daughter’s head roughly. Instantly, her attention turned back to him, two pairs of ocean blue eyes meeting briefly before she looked away.

“‘M sorry, papa, I won’t do it again,” she replied, reaching out to hug his leg, gripping the fabric of his pants with tiny hands. Anyone else that saw this scene would expect the King to be cold and unfeeling in response, but instead he sighed, patting her hair awkwardly without a word.

You watched all this quietly, unable to fight the smile that made its way onto your face. The method of his comforting reminded you much of the early days of your relationship in which he did the same, unsure how to touch you or perhaps even afraid to hurt you. Chevalier may have been called the Brutal Beast for his actions, but he was really more of a beast for the way he was unused to loving human touch.

Over time, he’d eventually grown better and more confident with touching you, a way to express his unending love for you that he couldn’t express with his serious and less-than-romantic words. But it all seemed to revert the moment your daughter was born.

You remembered the very first time he had held her. All his brothers and the palace physician had waited with bated breath, and it was clear in Chevalier’s expression that he had his own reservations about what he was about to do. How could hands used for killing, hands used for exterminating the threats to the kingdom and defending the borders, possibly be suitable for holding that of his small, innocent child? The moment his daughter was placed in his arms, his discomfort was extremely clear –to you, at least– arms frozen stiff in an attempt to be gentle to the tiny creature he'd been entrusted with. But it was this same discomfort and worried reaction that showed you just how much he actually cared about her, and about you, too.

The memory brought a smile to your face, which was met by a strong, familiar poke to the forehead.

“Do not let your head get caught in the clouds, Rabbit,” Chevalier said. His voice was chastising, but the smirk gracing his lips was soft, sweet, making your heart thump.

Chevalier caught sight of one of his brothers out of the corner of his eye, a familiar flop of lilac hair waiting just beyond an ivy-covered arch by the gazebo. It reminded him how, as his daughter grew and came to differentiate his brothers, an unfortunate attachment had grown to a particular somebody. Much to his dismay, his daughter seemed to like her uncle Clavis the most, often shouting his name and using her stubby legs to seek him out when she could, and the feeling was mutual with the resident troublemaker. And Clavis delighted in this fact, often rubbing that in his older brother’s face and using it as an excuse to irritate him at every turn.

But today, Chevalier would use it to his advantage if it meant having you to himself, at least for a little bit. He knelt down to eye level with his child, peering into her familiar ice blue eyes.

“Little rabbit, I want to speak to your mother,” he said. He turned in the direction of his brother, pointing to direct his daughter’s attention in the same direction as well. “Why don’t you go see your uncle Clavis? He’s waiting for you in the gardens.”

His daughter’s eyes widened to a comical size, filled with excitement. Her head whipped around to search, despite Chevalier’s finger pointing the way, but thankfully, Clavis was accompanied by his trusty attendant, Cyran, who popped his head out at the perfect time to catch her attention. His shock of red hair made him look like a human rose, against the background of the gardens.

A shrill shriek filled the air, causing you and Chevalier to wince simultaneously. “Unca Cwavis and Cyan!” Your daughter was still having trouble pronouncing her L’s and R’s, but the men didn't mind. Chevalier watched as his daughter shot forward, “Cyan” quickly bowing to Chevalier in greeting before catching the girl in his arms. As he watched the two leave, he felt an arm slip through his and turned to look at you.

“I’ve missed you too, King Chevalier. I’m so glad to see you look okay,” you said, your relief evident in your smile. “How was everything during the visit? Did everything go alright?”

Chevalier huffed at your questions. “Would I have returned so soon if things did not go well?”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, but you were used to Chevalier’s sass.

“I know, but I’m still allowed to worry about you,” you said, leading Chevalier over to a bench in the gazebo. “The people of Rhodolite know now what a kind King you are, but I can’t say the same about people in other countries. And I know you’re capable of handling many things, but I still don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll always wish for your safety and good health, can’t I wish that for my own husband?”

Chevalier took a moment to look at your face, eyes following the curve of your eyebrows and lips, the shape of your nose and jaw, all features he had long since memorized. Finally, he simply snorted, reaching a hand up to poke your forehead again as a smile made its way onto his lips.

“That is awfully sentimental, and also unnecessary,” he said. “I am not so weak as to be felled so easily. I will always return to my Rabbit in the end, so long as you wish to wait for me.”

Now who’s being sentimental? You didn’t dare say that to his face, although the caution was unnecessary, given the way he was always able to read your thoughts based on your expressions alone. His smile turned teasing, clearly knowing what you were thinking, but he didn’t comment further on it.

“Now, I believe you’re forgetting something,” he said expectantly.

He watched as your head tilted in confusion. The gears were clearly turning in your head to determine what he was waiting for, but it only took a moment for understanding to dawn on your face, your lips curving up into a warm smile.

“Welcome home, Chevalier,” you said, stretching up to place a soft kiss to his cheek.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he returned the kiss to your lips, the taste of home filling his senses. He didn’t speak further, but he didn’t have to. Every ounce of his love was put into his kisses, and you gladly accepted it all.

Neither of you could have ever predicted being here, Chevalier least of all. His life had become a fairy tale on par with the romance books he enjoyed reading but never totally understood. No amount of strict noble education, military strategy, or the annoying words of a certain foolish brother could have told him that a future like this was possible. But as he held you close under cover of the gazebo, happy to finally have you in his arms once again, he realized he was okay with that. You came into his life in a whirlwind of drama and intrigue, turning his expectations around and introducing him to so many unfamiliar things and feelings, like fatherhood, yearning, and love. It wore on him, at times, not being able to see where his future was heading thanks to all the new things he was experiencing by your side. However, so long as it was with you, Chevalier supposed he was okay with a little bit of unpredictability.

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[randonauticrap]

Love

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x F!Reader (Chevalier POV)

Word Count ~ 534

Author's Note ~ Happy birthday to my dear friend @aquagirl1978 !

Love. For someone like me, it was a pointless emotion; something royals should not - could not - possess or indulge in. Love toppled kingdoms and ripped apart the very fabric of what a monarchy existed to do: keep its country safe and prosperous. Difficult decisions had to be made in order to achieve this ideal, and love was far too flimsy a notion to entertain in the face of edicts resulting in death. So why, then, was she so important to me? Why did it matter where she was at any given hour of the day? Why did it matter what books she read, or how often she took glances at my foolish brother? Why did it matter that she came to see me in my private library? Why did it matter when she stood by my decisions? They were obviously the best decisions in the room, of course anyone with half a mind inclined to reason would listen. But for some reason, I felt a puff of air in my chest when she agreed without hesitation. Perhaps it is because she would never do so out of fear or subjugation. When she felt differently, she would fight me on it, and despite myself, I would smile when she did. 

Love. It was something I didn’t believe in. I didn’t believe in it, nor did I understand it. It was a mystery veiled within the yellowed pages of my dearest novels, flipped through once, twice, thrice before I would set it down in frustration, only to pick it back up again within the hour. It was something that held no purpose for me, no semblance of necessity to validate its existence. And yet, it did exist. My older brother was proof. The endless recounted tales of ardor in the scrolls that littered my library were proof. This vexing woman that captivated my every minute morsel of attention was proof; far more proof than I had ever bargained for, and something I didn’t expect. It appeared right before my eyes in the tender visage of a woman that by all rights I should disregard without a second glance. So why didn’t I? Why didn’t I leave her behind? 

Love. It was something I had no choice but to succumb to. Before she could even prove its value, it had me in its clutches; having stalked me from the shadows more expertly than any trained assassin, taking its chance to pounce upon me and claim me for its own in the form of tender smiles, light touches, and her presence in every room. Where before there was only ice, only solitude, only duty, she supplemented warmth, companionship, and meaning. My heart began to beat for the first time since I very first opened my eyes, and it beat solely for her. My vocabulary for love was wide, but the language itself had evaded me for so long that my proclamations were often lost in translation. But she understood me anyway. She remained by my side despite any justification she could give for abandoning me, a mere beast in the guise of a lover.

Love. It was you. And because it was you, it is now also me.

~

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince chevalier #happy birthday aqua!

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 12 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: a fuck ton this time

Warnings: graphicness, war, wounds, death, language etc

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

"They say they found Eyepatch", Nokto ran to Chevalier's tent early the next day.

The tiger who was used to not leaving its bed until the sun was high up in the sky, rose from its sleep immediately. Grabbing the sword from under his pillow he wasted no time, putting a mere pair of trousers over his dress shirt before rushing to where they kept the captives. Nokto ran behind him. He called his name once or twice, but Chevalier ignored him. It did not matter what else he had to say. Nothing would avert the inevitable clash, the sole possible resolution in this bloody conflict.

There was commotion up ahead. Chevalier could hear the clanging of swords as he quickened his step. He turned around the corner to see her, y/n, holding a longsword with both of her hands and pointing it at his knights. Her hair was a mess and still damp, as were her clothes. Her skirt was ripped over one leg to allow movement. One of her wrists was still tied with the remains of a rope. She heaved as she stood guard in front of an unconscious Gilbert.

Her eyes met his. Relief washed over them for a moment before the defensive gleam returned to them. She took a step back, sword raised towards him, her eyes trembling. But there was something in them that Chevalier knew that they would not waver if he challenged them, even if the heart behind them broke in the process. He glanced at the ground behind her. Gilbert was breathing unevenly, his ebony hair stuck on his face, his eyepatch gone.

"Leave", he ordered. There was a moment of silence, but he merely had to look at his knights for them to realise he had directed the order to them. They swiftly obeyed, the ones that were not injured helping those that were. "You too", Chevalier said to Nokto without taking his eyes away from Gilbert and y/n.

"What are you going to do?", his brother simply asked. Chevalier gave him no answer. His piercing gaze turned on him, warning him not to press the matter further. Nokto looked at y/n. He sighed. "Don't be yourself for once", he murmured before he left the three of them alone.

Y/n lowered her sword, but her grip was still tight, ready to strike. The cluttering of armour died out as Nokto and the soldiers disappeared into the depths of the camp. Only the light rustling of the river beside them broke the silence between them. Chevalier could already guess how she had come to be here. Gilbert must have dragged her along, making himself to be the saint. Sick minds enjoy finding excuses for their actions. Chevalier recognised himself for the monster that he was. One would think he was ill of the exact opposite nature, denying his humanity when an expression of it was right in front of his nose.

She was so beautiful, he thought to himself. He had never been able to appreciate beauty as much before, focusing on a thing's or a person's practicality. Yet as she stood there, hair and clothes out of place, eyes ablaze with determination, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The only woman he could appreciate in such a meaningless way.

He fiddled with his belt until it was loose. Y/n grabbed the sword tighter. can't be put into words how much that small gesture hurt him even if he never blamed her for it. he took out his sword scabbard and threw it away into the buses next to her, where she could see it but he could not reach it.

"Why did you do that?", she asked.

"You answer me first", said Chevalier, "How did you end up like this?"

She gritted her teeth. "Don't go there", she said.

"So the fault lies with him indeed", Chevalier connected the dots, "Then why are you protecting him?"

His voice remained unexpressionate, but the human inside him threatened to intervene the more words came out of his mouth.

"Because you want to kill him", she whispered. Her gaze was lowered, apologetic.

"That would be the wisest course of action", he replied, "You can't argue about the effectiveness of the method"

"I won't allow it"

She was a princess in her own right. She had no obligation to be allied or loyal to Rhodolite. But still, if she allied herself with Gilbert, even out of necessity, Chevalier would have no choice but to...

He clenched his fists. He scoffed and mocked his own foolishness in front of her confused eyes. He could not do that. He could never do that. He could never do anything to hurt her, not any more. How utterly pathetic.

"Think reasonably", he said, "You're skilled with the blade. But you're in a camp full of knights. It is unthinkable to want to fight"

"I don't care"

That scolding determination that he had found so beautiful at the beginning was now burning him from the inside out. "I won't keep you", Chevalier began, "I won't hold you as a prisoner nor will I have you do anything against your will". He took a big breath. His eyes were glaciers as he stared at her. "But if you want to take him away alive", he said, "you will have to kill me".

Her hand trembled. Her eyes watered. His heart ached for uttering those words, but he was so happy that she was at least hesitating. Truthfully, to fall from her sword would be one of the best ways to go. His heart would long for her blade if he indeed had to go against her. The human inside him feared the monster he concealed, who would put duty over anything else. But that man was real, and Chevalier cursed him as he watched her raise her blade.

She stayed like that for a few moments. Then she let it fall to the ground, hands covering her face. Chevalier let out a heavy breath. He could not kill Gilbert. It would not be beneficial to do so anyway, since they fished him alive. But, most importantly, he could not become the monster she claimed he was not. As long as she believed he was more than just a pawn of his own duty, then he could believe in it as well. His dreary days were filled with the hope of humanity, something he thought he had lost even before his mother passed away.

He took a step toward her and extended his hand. "We can find a way", he said, "We can end this war without..."

His eyes fell upon the ground next to her feet, or rather what was not there anymore. But it was too late. He felt his own blade pierce him from behind. Gilbert breathed heavily over his shoulder. He had been so preoccupied that he let his guard down. Y/n raised her head. A terrified expression was painted over her face. A lone tear fell from Chevalier's eye. To the person who had never cried before it was as much as the waterful that poured from y/n eyes. She cried his name. Gilbert thrust the sword to its hilt onto the second prince's torso. Chevalier fell to his knees. Gilbert followed him. The black tiger coughed uncontrollably, spraying more red on the white tiger's already bloodied white shirt.

"I hate you", Gilbert laughed between coughs on Chevalier's shoulder, "I truly fucking hate you"

Y/n dropped in front of him. She tore her skirt and wrapped the fabric around the sword, closing Chevalier's wound as best she could. She was murmuring something about a physician. He would need one to remove the sword correctly. Her hands clutched his cheeks. Their warmth was the only thing keeping him away from Orpheus' realm. Gilbert had missed his vital spots, which meant that if he could stop the bleeding he would probably be fine. But she still cried as if he was dying.

"I knew it", Gilbert said, "I fucking knew it"

He flopped onto the ground on his back, laughing as he coughed more blood. The rustling of people filled the air. Nokto had heard something from the commotion between them and ran back with a group of knights. They restrained Gilbert, even though he did not put up a fight. Nokto called for the palace doctor, who accompanied Chevalier's troop. He stood mortified as his brother was treated, likely never having expected Chevalier to be in this position in the first place. The rest was a haze. Chevalier felt y/n hands comb down his hair as the doctor pulled out the sword. He was not about to show any discomfort or pain in front of his soldier, but he still clutched y/n's skirt. He could feel her tears wet his cheek as she brushed his hair. Nokto had taken Gilbert and the rest of the knights away.

"Don't stand, your Majesty", the doctor said, "it will"

"Increase the blood loss", Chevalier completed, "I know".

"Your Highness could you please remove his shirt?", the doctor was sterilizing the bandages in the pot of hot water he had carried with him.

Y/n's hands trembled as they undid Chevalier's buttons. Chevalier brought his hands to undo them himself, but he only managed to fiddle among them. He could not see well, and his head was starting to get dizzy. His inability seemed to motivate y/n and she managed to undo the rest of the buttons herself.

The doctor was quick to patch him up. Y/n pressed the gauze the doctor gave her onto the wound on his front as the former was wrapping the bandage around Chevalier's torso. A couple of soldiers carried a stretcher. Y/n's hands slipped from his as he was carried back to camp. His eyes caught Clavis before he was brought into his tent. For someone who tried to kill him every year and plotted with the man who had stabbed him, he certainly seemed very concerned. "How foolish", Chevalier thought, "He could at least make up his mind". And that was when sleep finally overpowered him.

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When Chevalier opened his eyes again he was laying inside his tent. Y/n was sleeping, head resting on her arms as she knelt next to his bed. She looked very peaceful, but her eyes were too red. He reached out to her. He stopped his hand right before it touched her cheek. He recalled the warm memory of her hands clinging to him. But now that peace was restored after the event, reason would have returned.

After months she was just inches away. He wanted to stretch his hand a little further and brush his hands upon her skin, yet that small distance that separated them seemed the hardest to leap over. Whatever they were to each other, no matter whatever feelings he had begun to harbour for her, they were more than just people. They were political figures, bound by the responsibilities of royalty. Her engagement to Gilbert was what kept her country safe, much like his potential marriage to a noble lady would be arranged to serve a similar purpose. Even if he gave in and asked her to give everything up and be with him she would not. No. He would never put her in the position to make such a dreadful choice.

He opened his eyes widely. Gilbert was their prisoner now, it came back to him. He sat up. The stirring woke y/n. She took a few seconds trying to open her tired eyes but eventually, they focused on him.

"What are you doing?", she put her hand on his chest, lightly pressing him back down, "You need rest"

"I'm fine", said Chevalier, "I have work to do"

She caught his hand. "Are you insane?", she said, "You nearly bled to-"

He cupped her cheek and brought his lips to her forehead. She caught her breath as he placed a single kiss. He brushed his thumb on her flushed skin. She wanted him almost as much; How in the world had he convinced himself otherwise? She'd be free soon enough. Free to choose her own life without the Obsidian threat defining it. Free to be with him, if she would have him, or free to make her own path in her country by herself. Whatever the case might be, he would make sure she would be given the choice.

"I won't exert myself", he said, "I know my limits".

Her cheeks were red when he left her in the tent. It was a trivial thing, but that image occupied his thoughts for the rest of the day.

He took care of the batalions' positions first. If Gilbert washed out in the shores of their camp it meant that the people looking for him were not far behind. They moved to the mountains, in a fortress that was easily defended by their small force. As he passed by the kitchen he saw y/n mix some sort of potion. He frowned. She poured it onto the food that was intended for Gilbert, her eyes saddened. He did not stop her, neither did he stop the food as it passed him by. The smell of ginger was subtle, but there.

After he finished his work, he found himself outside the fortress' dungeons, where the Obsidinite prince was kept. He placed his hand where the sword had pierced him. With his head high, he entered the room.

Gilbert was crouched at the far back of the cell, in the furthest possible place from his tray of food. He did not seem to have touched it. The door cluttered closed behind Chevalier, and that was enough to catch Gilbert's attention.

"Haaah...", he chuckled, "Shame. You're still kicking"

"You missed my vitals", Chevalier replied coldly.

"Guess I did", Gilbert let his head fall back as smiled, "Foolish me"

He stopped as he fell into a frenzy of coughing. He covered his mouth with his dirty handkerchief. He must had done it too many times since he was brought there since he could not hide the red on the once-white piece of fabric any longer.

"You're sick", Chevalier said once Gilbert regained his breath, "You have been for a while now, haven't you?"

"Excellent observation", said Gilbert, "Full marks"

"It's acting up. Did you stop taking your medicine?"

Gilbert laughed. "And why do you care?", he said, "Did you want to keep me alive to watch as you took everything from me? Was screwing my fiancee not enough?"

Chevalier's gaze narrowed. The black tiger was not himself. Sometime between the moment he left Rhodolite and the day they captured him, he lost hold of the pillar that was keeping him from collapsing. And yet, he had not lost his touch when it came to words. His last sentence grated on Chevalier more than anything else.

"Rejoice", Gilbert said, "You were right. Emotion is the most disastrous thing there is for a royal, and love is the worst one of all"

That was what Chevalier had once claimed. Yet he could not do so anymore.

"You have everything", Gilbert said, "I lost. And the worst part is you don't understand the most important thing you took from me"

"No one can take anyone from someone", Chevalier said, "You either lost them or never had them in the first place"

Gilbert grabbed the small cup they had brought water for him in and threw it at the cage's iron bars. The sound echoed in the stone walls of the basement. "Do you think you've won?", Gilbert said, "My father will not stop even if it means letting me die"

"I do not doubt that", said Chevalier, "I'm sure he would if he were still alive"

Gilbert was left astonished. Then he suddenly burst out laughing, a laugh that turned once again into a cough. "How did you know?", he asked once it died out.

"You're not the only one who employs spies"

"I seriously need to do some cleaning up then", Gilbert smiled before he added his last words, "Your Majesty"

Chevalier frowned. The doctor had let it slip as he treated him.

"That poor little bunny", said Gilbert, "Did you scare her into crowning you king?"

"I am not concerned with matters as trivial as titles"

"No you're not", Gilbert said, "So what now? Now that you know who I am"

Chevalier held onto one of the cell's bars as he sat on his heels. "Now it's over. Obsidian has lost the war"

"Do you really expect me to believe you'll stop now?", Gilbert said, "You are determined to unite the kingdoms under your rule. Do you want me to believe you'll quit this dream entirely?"

"That was not a dream but a mere consequence of a plan to protect this continent from you"

"From my father", Gilbert sneered, "That's what this continent needed protecting from. My father, and afterwards from you."

"Mere conquest and exploitation was never my objective"

"Spare me, I know who you are", said Gilbert, "You're as much of a monster as I am. Different kind, maybe. But just as hideous". His eyes pierced Chevalier like daggers. The tears that fell could have burnt a forest down all by themselves. "But she's not", he said.

"Is that why you <<missed>>?"

"I kill you and I hurt her", Gilbert said, "But you see, if I don't kill you, eventually you will be the one who'll hurt her."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's exactly so", Gilbert sneered these words before continuing, "You don't change. You'll never change. And you'll never love her. You won't because you can't. I don't care what kind of strategic ploy you have in mind that concerns her, but that is enough"

"You're in no position to make threats"

"Then kill me", he said, "Go ahead. That's the only way to truly be rid of me. The only way to stay alive"

"I thought you didn't want to hurt y/n", said Chevalier, "But it seems you just want to die"

Gilbert laughed again. "Screw you", he said, "Do you really think me dying will hurt her? It will more likely be the solution to all of her problems, and yours"

"Can't argue with that either", Chevalier said. He pushed the tray of food further inside the cell. He nodded towards it, urging Gilbert to eat it.

"Ha, is that what this is?", said Gilbert, "You actually did come to kill me". He took a bit of the porridge that had been cold for way too long by now. He frowned as he passed it around in his mouth. "This is"

"Your medicine I'm guessing", said Chevalier, "I saw y/n lace your food. Poison or treatment, I would not had stopped her. She has a reason to use either and both"

Chevalier got back on his feet. "Why did you tell me this?", Gilbert stopped him, "Why did you let her do this? Why do you care all of a sudden?"

Chevalier heard Gilbert's questions one by one without ever facing him again. "You said it yourself", he replied. "We are the same kind of monster. Plagued by the same troubles. Torn by the same burdens. Tied by the same strings. I know very well what she means to you. I know selfishness is a human emotion, and I understand how hard it was for you to keep the blade from my heart. And I will never say this again but", he turned to meet Gillbert's eyes, "I'm sorry. As it turns out I'm more human than I thought".

He took pride in that realization. Never before would he have thought such a thing to be possible; for him to accept being human as something to be proud and praised for. But she was. And she was possibly the only person in his life who saw him as such as well. If he were to lose her, it would not be by his hand.

"Chevalier", Gilbert called out to him again, "I hate you"

There was a knock on the door.

"Yeah. I'd hate me too", said Chevalier. And with that, he left Gilbert to the care of the newly arrived Sariel and went upstairs to meet with his brothers and inform them of their next steps.

#the obsidianite jewel #ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #chevalier x reader #gilbert von obsidian #gilbert x you #gilbert von obsidian x you #chevalier michel x you

[ikemenlibrary]

Ikémen Prince Gift Exchange Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who chose to participate in this event and helped make it a success! Everyone is so talented, and I am in awe of all of you <3 Going through all your pieces have been truly enjoyable and I've loved every minute of it!

Prove It To Me | Jin Grandet x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for xxsycamore

They Say Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder | Nokto Klein x Emma (MC) | by @xxsycamore for nightghoul381

Unaccepted Together | Clavis Lelouch x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for scummy-writes

Autumn Daze | Gilbert Von Obsidian x MC | by @scummy-writes for daegupaksu

A Starry Tryst (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x Noele (OC) | by @daegupaksu for drachonia

Sea at Sunrise (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x MC | by @drachonia for nightghoul381

Bookmarked Dialogue | Keith Howell x Julie (OC) | by @ikemenlibrary for queengiuliettafirstlady

The Gentle Stag Rewrites The Stars | Keith Howell x MC | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for ridiculouslly-ridiculous

Princess Picnic Pick Me Up | Rio Ortiz, Clavis Lelouch, Silvio Ricci, Gilbert Von Obsidian, MC | by @ridiculouslly-ridiculous for misty-moth

Peter Clavis and the Lost Boys (Artwork) | Clavis Lelouch, Nokto Klein, Luke Randolph | by @misty-moth for pondlilies00

Take a Rest (Artwork) | Sariel Noir x MC | by @pondlilies00 for alydra (bluejay-writes)

This is fine. | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @bluejay-writes for randonauticrap

Ember Glows the Heart | Leon Dompteur x MC/Reader | by @randonauticrap for myonlyjknight

A Clavish Day Off | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @myonlyjknight for claviscollections

Petrichor | Yves Kloss x MC/Reader | by @claviscollections for pillowpillowillow

The Voyager Prince (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci | by @pillowpillowillo for aquilapolariz

In Business, In Life | Silvio Ricci x Hyacinth (OC) | by @aquilapolariz for tacogawa

La Belle et la Bête (Artwork) | Leon Dompteur x MC | by @tacogawa for kokorokai

The Tyrant's New Wife (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x Airin D'Avalos (OC) | by @kokorokai for airin-queenz

Chilly Morning's Date | Licht Klein x MC | by @airin-queenz for ikemenlibrary

Read to Me | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @ikeromantic for aquagirl1978

What Was I Made For | Gilbert Von Obsidian x Rosemary (OC) | by @aquagirl1978 for prisoniclover

Return | Leon Dompteur x Emma (MC) | by @prisoniclover for chirp-a-chirp

Cat-astrophe | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @chirp-a-chirp (with art by @aide-falls) for katriniac (ohtomatotome)

Getting There is Half the Fun | Keith Howell x Emma (MC) | by @ohtomatotome for violettduchess

Practical Magic | Clavis Lelouch x Emma (MC) | by @violettduchess for ikeromantic

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[chandeliermichel]

"Weather and Memories" (his pov)

Fandom. Ikemen Prince Character. Chevalier Michel x MC Prompt. "Don't smile at me like that." Warnings. Mention of blood, anxiety Ink's note. Another entry for my #1WEEKCHL!! this time it's my lovely bb chev <3 hope everyone likes this :D

It was a sunny day when you arrived at the palace. I remember your frightened gaze and trembling hands — which you tried so hard to conceal. I remember it all. I remember everything about you, from the words we exchanged to the time we spent together. 

I remember it, although I don’t want to, for it makes me forget everything else and my mind solely focuses on our memories.

It was a rainy day when you stood there in shock, trying to process the situation. An assassin lay at my feet with my sword dripping with red liquid — blood. Your eyes wavered, I remember, and your feet took you away. 

Away from the bloody beast, me, the prince known as Chevalier Michel.

It was a sunny day again when you visited the library. Your gaze was clear, no hints of fear remained and you were back to your happy self. I bit back a smile. You couldn’t know how you affected my mood, I won’t let you. 

It was a weakness that could easily bring my downfall.

It was a rainy day again when I held you in my arms, assuring myself that you were alive by holding you close and giving you comfort. My throat was tight with an emotion I had never experienced before and my heart was light. I knew what it was — I had read hundreds of books — but was that really the case?

Could a beast love? 

And did the beast deserve love?

You trembled in my arms. The questions for myself were for another day and time, at that moment only you mattered. 

Time stilled with you there.

I truly had changed.

It was a rainy day when I saw Clavis holding you in his arms. He chuckled and brushed back your hair. I knew he harbored no feelings of affection for you — it was a trick to get me worked up. My eyes clouded, his foolish trick was working. 

I remember the way you called my name and you gave me your whole attention. It felt nice to be looked at with love.

It was a sunny day again when you held me close, fragile arms on either side of me, my heart fluttered. The sun shone brighter when you told me those three words and you smiled so brightly.

“Don’t smile at me like that.” For it nearly made me lose my composure.

Of course, I love you too, simpleton.

The rainy days were bearable because you were around — or perhaps, even the days with constant rain felt like the sun was shining down on me. I felt warmth and happiness, a strange hope filling my chest, all because you were with me.

Because you are my sun.

#ink writes #1WEEKCHL #1weekchl #chevalier x reader #ikepri x reader #ikemen prince x reader #chevalier michel fluff #ikepri fluff #chevalier x mc #chevalier x emma #ikepri imagines #ikemen prince chevalier michel

[syneilesis]

[fic] Floriography

Floriography

Ikemen Vampire | Part of Cybird University Verse | Vlad x Reader | G | 3.5k words | ao3 link

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

A/N: One last fic before my vacation ends! Another installment to my university crossover AU! This one is just silly and pointless and I don't know why it's reach this word count lol. In this particular fic, characters from other ikeseries games show up, and there are some callbacks to the previous fics for worldbuilding lol. I'm not an expert of floriography, I just used this as reference.

The day the news broke out that the university president has been kicked out and replaced by a new one, is the day that you wake up as if your muscles are replaced by lead.

Sore, aching in places you don’t even know can ache, your heavy eyes struggling to pry open, you—after ten minutes of intense internal deliberation—decide to call in sick. This is rare, but the recent months have thrown you into a waterfall of activities: traveling to conferences, organizing events, research projects, department-related excursions—these on top of teaching and grading papers and lots and lots and lots of meetings held consecutively in separate buildings.

You steal a few more minutes of sleep, but the responsible (read: guilty) person that you are, you grab your phone on the desk beside your bed and fire off a heads up in your department group chat. An email announcement for today’s classes will be written a little later.

Not even ten seconds in and your phone lights up like fireworks.

HEY HEY YOURE MISSING OUT

Oh, no. Rest well, doc.

Oh my god guys! Did you read the paper?

Moving forward, what’s in it for us?

Its aLready been poSTED in teh WEBSITE!!!!!!!!

Proper typing please, prof. This is still a professional group chat.

You squint at the stream of chats as you try to feel for a sleeping position that wouldn’t exacerbate the soreness in your calves. The nerves at your nape feel pinched and your shoulder muscles burn. Thank god it’s almost the weekend; you think you won’t come to work until next week.

Then, in a private chat, one of your colleagues sends you a link to a livestream of an emergency announcement. On the thumbnail is the Executive Secretary Kicho’s face, and despite the woozy state of mind and body, you tap on the video.

“—thus, from this day onwards, our new university president—”

A close up shot of the HR director, looking like when Professor Clavis has installed a giant disco ball on top of the historical main building—again. A panicked glare towards the secretary, who ignores it, then a rapid blinking that can be interpreted as repeated SOS directly to the camera. The live comments are on fire: some asking what happened to the previous president, some celebrating the disappearance of the previous president, and some lamenting over the future of the university. Two in particular are a momentous standout:

Dr. Clavis Lelouch Haha so we’re allowing insurrections now? Splendid! @Chevalier Michel sleep with one eye open 👈(ﾟヮﾟ👈)

Kenshin Uesugi, PhD I will join the insurrection and challenge Michel to a duel to the death.

It’s chaos afterwards. You spare a sympathetic thought for your HR-Director-promoted-to-University-President. But, really, you’re too out of it and in pain to care. Sleep calls, and it is not to be denied.

+

A few hours more of sleep, breakfast, and an email announcement to your classes (with additional assignments so your students won’t slack off) later, there’s a knock on the front door.

On the other side of the doorway, a bouquet of gladioli and yellow tulips greets you. This is held by a pair of elegant-fingered hands attached to a beautiful specimen of a man, who is currently gracing you with the sweetest smile that has ever existed in your lifelong awareness.

“Special delivery!”

Vlad passes you the flowers, your hands coming up to meet the gift in reflex. You met Vlad—a pretty and charming florist across your building—right after you moved into your apartment. Noticing the moving truck, he had wandered into the building and introduced himself, a pot of anthurium in hand. You were so taken by his kind and pure heart that you’d swore to yourself to protect this man and buy flowers from him regularly. To this day, the anthurium is still alive and bright-colored in your living room.

“I didn’t order this?” you say, admiring the flowers. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s a get-well-soon gift from your students. They asked me to deliver it to you, since they have classes all day today and couldn't do it themselves.”

That’s sweet of them, to make a gesture like this. It warms your heart, and you bring the bouquet closer to your chest.

You almost forget that Vlad is standing outside the hallway, and he’s watching you with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Oh! I bought a strawberry cake yesterday. Have some as my thanks.”

“I won’t say no to that.”

You also brew him coffee, explaining that the combination is a feast on the taste buds. Vlad just hums in agreement, definitely not protesting against free strawberry-made food. As he enjoys the pastry, you sip your own coffee in contentment, the floral gift already arranged and added into the coziness of your living area.

Midway through decimating his cake, Vlad comments, “This is my first time inside your home.”

You pause. “Truly?”

“Truly.” He turns a little to his left, where the large windows overlook the campus, the sun glaring behind the edge of the main building far to the right. “Ah! The anthurium I gave you is still healthy.”

“Of course. I’ve been pretty diligent about taking care of it.”

Vlad smiles so prettily that your heart forgets to fulfil its function for a couple of seconds. Will that have to be added to your list of things to ask your doctor?

When all is finished, Vlad lingers in the hallway as you bid him goodbye. Then he asks, “Will you also call in sick tomorrow?”

You think about it for a moment. “If I still feel sore, then maybe. But as much as possible, I don’t want to cancel classes again.”

He takes the liberty to smoothen the wrinkles on your shirt, a move that you find odd yet not unwelcome. “I see. Then, rest well. I’ll see you around.”

The remaining hours of the day are spent on the bed, hot compress soothing your heavy muscles, while you catch up with your leisure reading. Every now and then your thoughts drift to the memory of Vlad’s smile, how it’s caught in the late morning sun, an example of perfect geometry. You don’t notice it—but your own lips curve of their own accord.

And then your phone buzzes with the group chat notification, the preview text saying, OUR SPY SAYS SURPRISE AUDIT TOMORR…

+

The next day, you come into the department office warmly welcomed by a mess of papers and Hideyoshi at the end of his wits.

“I’m sorry you have to come to work,” he says by way of greeting, the black undereye circles he’s sporting so obvious in his haggard face. “I would’ve told you to rest some more, but Mitsuhide says that the head auditor is personally seeing the audit of our college.”

You nod in sympathy. It’s not like your college doesn’t comply with the university standards—in fact, it’s one of the most compliant colleges ever, lauded (sarcastically though) by Executive Secretary Kicho whenever he has the opportunity for it. It’s just that, there’s a weird and tension-filled rivalry going on with your dean and the director of internal audit. Every time they cross paths you swear that the air thickens and darkens, static raising the hair on your arms and nape. It drives Hideyoshi insane and Mitsuhide gleeful. Dean Nobunaga, though—he’s just amused and so nonchalant about it all.

“S’okay, I planned on coming anyway. Uh, good luck to us, I guess? What time will the audit happen?”

“In the afternoon, right after lunch break—we have a little more time.” Hideyoshi sighs. Behind him your colleagues pass around a jug of coffee, the enticing smell reaching your nose. “It’s not that we’re not prepared, but we’ve been informed that today is going to be different. How exactly it will be different, I don’t know. Mitsuhide didn’t say.”

“But is Dean Nobunaga worried about it?”

Hideyoshi jolts at that. “Not at all! Our—our dean has full confidence in our capabilities. It’s just that—well …”

Hideyoshi’s devotion to Nobunaga has been a main topic in the college for some time now—ever since he assumed the position of associate dean, in fact. Apparently something happened between them in the past that made the once-average-performing student Hideyoshi shoot for graduating with distinction so that he could follow Nobunaga in whatever field he was taking. It isn’t like it’s a secret, but the teasing became so much for Hideyoshi he’d now get embarrassed whenever somebody mentions that particular point of his past around him.

Sometimes, you catch him unconsciously referring to the dean as ‘Lord Nobunaga’, but you don’t bring that up to him ever.

“It’s just that the audit director has been trying to sabotage our college and destroy our reputation! I can’t let that happen.” Hideyoshi’s phone rings, and he warily turns around. “I must check the other departments. We’ll have our post-audit meeting later. In the meantime, don’t push yourself too much, okay? Where’re the dept-heads when you need them …”

When you place your bag on your desk, a colleague offers you a mug of coffee, which you take gratefully. “Happy Friday, I guess?” you offer.

It’s met with a snort. “Say that again after you finish filing all your student evaluation forms. Bet it hasn’t even reached seventy percent compliance.”

Your co-faculty is right. “Mine’s sixty-three.”

“Ouch. You still have class this morning, right? There’s still time. Happy Friday.”

You sigh, thinking about begging your students to fill out their evaluation form again. Happy Friday indeed.

+

“Vlad!”

“Oh, hello.”

There are two other customers perusing the displays, curiously sniffing the blooms. Instead of meandering around, you head straight to the counter, where Vlad is rearranging the decorations beside the cash register. He waves a hand goodbye at the one customer who exits without buying anything and glances at the other, who’s still smelling the flowers. When his shining eyes fall upon you, you momentarily forget what you’re supposed to say.

“Uh—oh, right! I’d like to place an order,” you say, checking your phone for any additional instructions. When you find none, you go back to Vlad, who’s watching you with his customer service smile. “A bouquet for our boss, something that means respect and success and great job and all.”

“Hmm.” The smile cracks and becomes more excited. “Did something good happen?”

“We just survived a surprise audit. Everybody was ready to demolish our building out of sheer panic, but Dean Nobunaga led us to victory. The audit director looked so frustrated! We just want to celebrate tonight. Can it be done?”

“Of course, you can count on me.” Vlad steps out of the counter. Somewhere in the corner, the other customer sneezes. “I already have something in mind. I’ll get on to it right away.”

He shows you a preliminary illustration of the bouquet, and you, knowing nothing about the language of flowers, agree to everything he suggests. It’s paid by the college budget anyway, so whatever. When the flowers are finalized, you hand him Hideyoshi’s card. Vlad raises an amused brow, having gotten to know the man via your recountings of your college shenanigans whenever you drop by, but swipes it wordlessly.

“I’ll pick it up later, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

At the door you turn and see the remaining customer having an allergic reaction to sunflowers. Caught off-guard by the scene, you approach the person to help, meeting Vlad’s concerned eyes at the other side. It takes you an hour for the matter to settle, and you finally leave the flower shop, Vlad’s soft, cool voice lingering behind you.

+

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

Not a bouquet, just one hand-picked flower that he offers you by the apartment exit with a cheerful smile and a morning greeting.

“What’s this?” you ask.

“Just something to brighten your mood,” he answers.

And that would be that, except every day it’s a different flower: today it’s an amethyst flower; tomorrow it’s angelica flower; the day after that it’s lesser celandine; and so on and so forth. There’s no pattern to the choices of flowers he gifts you, and oftentimes you wonder if he’s just carding through the types of flowers alphabetically for no reason at all.

It comes to a point where even Nobunaga makes mention of it:

“Your admirer is committed to their daily presents, I see.” 

He’s caught you on the way to your department office, studying the flower as if it holds all the answers to the universe. You freeze at your dean’s voice, and Nobunaga takes the opportunity to intimidate you through proximity. He eyes the flower before gauging your reaction, and something in your face delights him, because he grins and says:

“White clover. Interesting.”

It takes a few more seconds, but you manage to gather your wits.

“It’s just from the florist near my apartment building. He’s nice and generous enough to give me flowers to ‘brighten my mood’, as he put it.”

“Indeed.”

Nobunaga’s grin hasn’t slipped off, and a grinning Nobunaga means a dangerous Nobunaga. You still remember that time when he audaciously announced that he intended to unify all colleges under his lofty purview, which incited a whole spectrum of responses ranging from sardonic amusement (Dean Sariel) to a declaration of war (Professor Kenshin). It’s risky to stay inside the perimeter of a scheming Nobunaga, so you pretend to look around and gasp dramatically, pointing to a corner as if expecting somebody to materialize out of thin air.

“Oh, look! Isn’t that Doc Hideyoshi coming to get you? Well, dean, it’s nice to talk to you. See you around!”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of responding when he calls out, “I’ll guess tomorrow’s choice—peach blossoms.”

+

Vlad’s flowers are too beautiful to put away once they wither, so you elect to press them and have them framed in your home.

But as you stare at the array of the colorful gifts for you, you can’t help but think of what Nobunaga told you earlier. It haunts you until the next day, when Vlad hands you a frame of pressed peach blossom flowers.

“Peach blossoms are out of season,” he elaborates, “so I preserved them until I can give them to you.”

The words escape you quicker than your brain can catch them:

“What the hell?”

Vlad falters, his genial smile wavering, and you scramble to accept the gift with a sheepish smile of your own. A dour Vlad makes the world go dimmer, so you try to salvage your faux pas.

“I’m sorry! I just meant—you’re going to think it strange. Yesterday, my boss saw your gift and then predicted that today’s flower would be peach blossoms. And he’s right! I can’t believe he’s right.”

As you recount your conversation with your dean, Vlad listens in rapt attention, his expression serious, until you mention Nobunaga’s parting words, and that lights up Vlad’s face. “Oh,” he says, narrow-eyed pleasure uplifting his features. “What an interesting man.”

“Is he? He just made a lucky guess, I bet.”

“Why don’t you ask him what he thinks? Maybe he guessed my intentions correctly as well.”

That makes you pause. “What are your intentions?”

Vlad chuckles. He taps your nose once, almost teasing but also fond. Your heart skips a beat.

“That takes out the fun, doesn’t it?”

Later, at the faculty room, Nobunaga sweeps by and sees the framed peach blossoms on your desk. The smirk he’s adorning is practically radioactive in its smugness.

+

Before the end of the day, you cave.

You march up all the way to Nobunaga’s office, heedless of Hideyoshi’s offended squawk, and demand, “All right. Explain.”

Nobunaga leans back on his plush leather chair and eyes you critically, arms folded across his chest. If you were anybody else, and Nobunaga anybody else, the way you treat your boss could invite a surprise visit from the HR. But you’ve been working in this institution for a while now, and four-fifths of those years had Nobunaga as your dean. He may be intimidating at first—and he still is—but you’ve discovered that underneath that warlord-philosophy he’s got going for your college is a big brother who would readily tease his younger siblings with relish at every opportunity.

Which makes him all the worse when you think about it.

Behind you, Hideyoshi attempts to catch your attention. “What do you think you’re doing—”

“White clover. Think of me.”

You and Hideyoshi both halt and stare at Nobunaga. The twin looks of confusion fail to daunt him.

“In the language of flowers, white clover means think of me.”

He lets the words hang in the air, and you and Hideyoshi glance at each other—he bewildered and you boggled.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you doubting Lor—Dean Nobunaga?!”

You level Hideyoshi a pointed look. He coughs discreetly. Before you can say anything further, Nobunaga redirects back the topic at hand.

“I am certain. You may ask me about the meanings of other flowers, if you wish.”

“Okay … Amethyst flower?”

“Admiration.”

“Angelica flower?”

“Inspiration.”

“Lesser celandine?”

“Happiness coming your way.”

“Hibiscus?”

“Delicate beauty.”

You pause at that. “What? Really?” You shake your head. “Uh … Viole—blue violet?”

“Faithfulness.”

“... Peach blossom?”

Here Nobunaga smirks, just like earlier. He lets the silence marinate for a bit before dropping the bomb.

“I am your captive.”

Hideyoshi gasps; you’re not sure why—he’s not the one being wooed. The two of them await your response, Hideyoshi vibrating with what you suspect is materteral commentary on the subject matter.

“Seriously?” you say.

Nobunaga just nods.

“Is someone courting you?” Hideyoshi explodes, grabbing your shoulders and whirling you to him. His expression is a little frantic, as if he can’t believe that he wasn’t informed of this. You’re tempted to say that he can always adopt you if he wants to continue indulging himself of his motherly urges. “You know them well, right? You’re getting to know them well? They have a stable job, right? What’s their annual salary rate? They better not have any criminal record. Have you asked for their CV—”

“Okay,” you declare, escaping the associate dean’s line of interrogation and heading towards the door. “Thanks for the answers, Boss. And Doc Hideyoshi—you might as well slap my suitor’s face with money based on how you’re shaking right now. Anyway, gotta go.”

“Wait, I’m not finished—”

“Byyyyeeeee!”

+

Tomorrow comes, and just like any previous days, Vlad is waiting for you by the apartment building exit, and this time the flower he offers you is a rose. Red and fully blossomed.

“This is the most beautiful rose that bloomed in my garden,” he explains without your prompting. “I’d like for you to have it.”

Hesitation colors your movements. Even you know what a red rose means. Vlad’s gaze is guileless, and you’ve no doubt that the man knows that by giving you a rose, he’s declaring something with intent.

Though it's only a single flower, its fragrance is remarkably potent. “A-Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You know what this means, right?” And, because you can’t help yourself, you add: “I asked what the other flowers’ meanings are.”

“And what did you find out?”

So you tell him what transpired the day before. Vlad listens diligently, a serene light cast on his face. When you enumerate the list of flowers he’s given you the past weeks and what they symbolize, the calm smile that curves Vlad’s mouth widens and widens.

When you finish, Vlad’s grinning, white teeth sparkling against the morning sun. For some unfathomable reason, the thought of him being a perfect toothpaste model renders you distracted. You nearly miss him stepping closer to you.

He leans towards the side of your face, his hand grasping one of yours and pushes something on your palm. Your fingers enclose on a narrow stem, thornless.

Then Vlad whispers into your ear, “So … have I succeeded, then? Did you think of me in the last several weeks?”

He also smells of roses. This close, you note the floral scents that cling to him strongly. Like he’s bathed every day in flowers.

“Well?” he spurs, and the warmth of his breath accelerates your heartbeat. It makes you realize the lack of distance you have with each other.

“Oh,” you mumble, shifting your feet. Vlad remains in his position. And then, softer: “Constantly.”

Vlad sighs happily, pressing his nose against your hair and inhales your scent. You jump in surprise, not expecting that. But before you can make another move, he’s lessened his proximity to you, hands on his back, head tilted, innocent smile on.

“Did you … Did you just—”

“I’ll send a frame of pressed agrimony to your boss, and—” Vlad looks at you slyly “—attach my CV while I’m at it.”

You blink.

“What.”

⇼

Endnotes:

Other reactions from Nobunaga's unification goal: confusion (Prof. Isaac); bloodthirst (Head of Security Motonari); airheaded intrigue (Prof. Dazai); nosy intrigue (Prof. Arthur); resentment (School of Divinity Dean Kennyo); rebellion plotting (then-Prof. Kicho); a raised eyebrow (Prof. Michel); pure stressed out (then-HR Director); pure amusement (Director of Audit); refusal to be one-upped by this villainy (Prof. Clavis); etc. etc.

The apartment building you live in is owned by the kind landlord, Comte.

Vlad deliberately set up his flower shop across the apartment building so he could unnerve Comte whenever the landlord visited the building. When Vlad had developed an interest in you, Comte barged in his flower shop once and threatened Vlad not to hurt his tenant. Vlad sent him hops flowers, just because.

You luckily managed to reach 70% compliance in student evaluation that day before the audit session. Happy Friday.

Hideyoshi reads Vlad's CV and ruptures his blood vessels. Mitsuhide is there to see it in real-time.

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[violettduchess]

Chevalier+ flower crown + 🌷

thank you!

A/N: He won the poll so his fic is first. I remembered how much I really enjoy writing him 💜

This is a contribution to the Spring Showers Spring Flowers CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and myself 🌷

Chevalier x child

WC: 785

Two horses stand on the edge of a field not too far from the palace. One is tall, the color of freshly fallen slow, with a mane and tail that ripple like liquid silver in the spring sun. The other is smaller, a warm chestnut brown with a bright, friendly gaze. Together they graze on the tall meadow grass, both keeping a watchful eye on their respective owners.

Chevalier is sitting at the broad base of a tall birch tree on the edge of the meadow, reading through the correspondence he brought with him. So far, nothing that requires immediate attention although he has several more letters to go. 

“Papa!”

He raises his eyes, the ones that mirror the rich blue sky above, to see his daughter picking her way through the green grass back to him. A few pale strands of wayward hair have escaped her long braid and he notices several grass stains on her white stockings. Her royal blue dress is likely hiding several more. He sets aside his work without hesitation as she drops down onto the red and green picnic blanket she had insisted they bring along on their ride. A practical idea and one that had paid off, he mused with the shadow of a smile on his lips. They had ridden further than usual and both she and the horses were happy for a break. Chevalier was pleased with her progress. She was becoming quite the equestrian, handling her small horse with calm certainty and aplomb.

“Look, Papa.” 

In her hands she holds what she has spent the last hour laboring over: a simple flower crown made of interwoven yellow and white meadow flowers. She turns it around in her small hands, the tips of her usually clean fingers stained yellow from the small, pigmented petals, as if she had been finger painting with sunshine. Chevalier points to the fluffy yellow flowers that make up the majority of the crown. 

“What are these?” He knows the answer, of course. And he is sure she does too.

“Dandelion,” she answers confidently. “It’s a common field flower.” She pauses, thinking back to the botany book she borrowed from her father’s library a few days ago. “They are perennials with a short life-span that grow in most soil conditions. They can withstand frost and freezing temperatures.” She raises her gaze to him, having exhausted the information she absorbed from reading. Now she’s ready to give him the practical information she’s procured from the field. “Their stems are good for flower crowns because they’re quite long and sturdy. I tried a different yellow flower, but there were not enough and their stems were too thin.” 

He nods, listening intently before pointing to the smaller, white flowers. “A keen observation. And what are these?”

Her brow furrows as she thinks, a trait that is so clearly her mother that Chevalier finds himself biting back a smile.

“I know they're daisies. And they’re also perennials.” A moment of quiet as she considers and he allows her the time to think without interruption or guidance. Then she remembers and when she looks up at him, her smile is brighter than any flower he can recall seeing. “They are very common but also welcome because they help crowd out weeds that can pose a danger to other plants or even animals.”

He nods, allowing the pride in her determination and intellect to curve his mouth in a gentle smile. “Well done.” 

She leans back, clearly pleased with herself and the praise from the man who means everything to her, then looks up.

“Would you like to wear it, Papa? I made an estimate when picking them and it should be large enough to fit your head.”

In another lifetime, Chevalier Michel would have snorted in derision at the very thought. A waste of time. A waste of flowers. But that was before he had met you, the person who brought color into his world of black and white. Before he had stumbled his way into the realm of truly and deeply caring for another person. But most of all, before the little girl sitting in front of him, looking back at him with his own eyes, eyes bright with something he had long been unfamiliar with, had never thought he would ever experience: the light of unconditional love.

And so the King of Rhodolite bows his pale head, allowing small, flower-smudged hands to place a crown of yellow and white flowers there. 

Because she made it, just for him.

Because it makes her laugh with childish delight. 

Because he loves her, with a love as bright and beautiful as a field of spring flowers, swaying in the breeze.

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[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaaaand mama's back! First of all, let me say how grateful I was and am to get so many messages from people sharing their stories and wishing me all the best - made me tear up multiple times not gonna lie. Thank you all so much and let's dive right back in. <3

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, would this really be a Nova original if there wasn't at least a lil bit crack?, Licht's getting a little sad

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 690

Chevalier Michel

yk i had a thought for this one

obviously hes a top

but but, hear me out - what if he wasn't?

:)

imagine his cold, blue eyes that normally resemble a frozen lake

well that thick ice is now shattered as he's pressing his head into his pillow, trying not to wake up his annoying brothers (Clavis) while you suck him off

hes a lil bit embarrassed about the way his fists and thighs are clenched together because hes Chevalier Michel, no one makes him this weak

well, exept for you of course

but no one is allowed to find out

i think that hes a little bit bratty as a bottom

like, you want to make him beg? well beg for it.

its kind of a back and forth

but just threaten him to stop and its like a different man lies before you

just imagine him beg for you to get him off in that deep voice

Luke Randolph

i'm a huge suporter of the 'luke only cuddlefucks' theory that a great researcher (me) brought to life

i mean that man sleeps the entire day so why not, right?

he gets horny really fast, just like Gilbert

hes also big, and i dont only mean his body

big boy, gimme a big booooy-

strong hands hold you in place - in front of him, holding you against his chest while slowly fucking you from behind

100% whispers sleepy shit into your ear

honestly so sweet

idk why this is so funny to me but imagine him just falling asleep mid-sex

you're just laying there like '...uh''

lucky for you, this man is into sleep play, so just finish the job yourself~

Yves Kloss

honestly? i think hes one of those really cute and soft tops

soft tops are the best, are they not

but i don't think hes really focused on the sex part

hes a big aftercare guy

he honestly just wants to spoil you and make sure you're all pretty for him

150 step korean skincare routine after every single session without fail

bathing together with him is the most normal thing in the world

hums into your ear while massaging your shoulders

praise praise praise

i honestly think that Yves would be so fucking obsessed with you - in a non-weird way tho

if youre comfortable then he is too <3

Jin Grandet

alright, heres my completely objective take on him

daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy

god i love this man so much

crush me with those honke- okay, sorry

i think hes the kind of guy who doesn't want to have one big session but like short ones scattered across the day

lil quickies yk

hes also shameless

so he just pulls you away whenever he wants to and you know what he wants

he has these 'please im so horny its not cool anymore' eyes

and if youre like me then fuck it, leggo

gives zero fucks about how loud you are

castle staff hates it when he does that but as i said

shameless (hot) asshole

Licht Klein

grumpy ass bottom

not even bratty, just grumpy as fuck

but i think thats what makes the entire thing so thrilling for him

yeah so what if he doesnt care what you do? what are you gonna do about it?

okay maybe hes a little bratty

not the guy that makes a lot of sounds while having sex

he kinda just lays there enjoying the attention hes getting from you - the sex is just a lil bonus

tries to take control on very impatient days

but nuh- uh, his moody ass is staying down

100% sure that he has these 'pls humiliate me' days

theyre rare, yeah, but getting told hes the 'bad sibling' his entire life fucked a little with his brain

pls give him aftercare

Leon Dompteur

i swear i need three tries to get his last name right every single fucking time

anyways, this mans obviously a top

he treats you like youre the deity hes praying to every single day

literally worthsips you so much

i think hes a big vanilla boi

no choking or bondage, just sweet sweet vanilla sex

his hands are huge and everywhere, like a blanket that just never ends

big praise guy too

loves to give it and absolutely thrives off of getting some back

please tell him that hes doing a good job, tell him how good his cock is making you feel

hes a big cuddler too, so get ready for some cozy aftercare <3

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[xxsycamore]

Chev and Belle Feb 13 smut please

Finally getting to this old request for Be My Valentine CCC 2022! Hope you enjoy! Prompt used: Finding a new tradition for Valentine's Day

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . chevalier x reader

► You give Chevalier a book to read out to you… but it's no ordinary love novel - it's erotica.

Chevalier Michel x Reader • rating: E (mdni) • tags: Vaginal Fingering; Love Bites; Marking; Kissing; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,161 • masterlist

Chevalier is a lot like the hard-shelled chocolate bonbons you made for him: they had mousse in the core that one could only reach if they dared to break through the surface. Your first Valentine's day with him proved how much the mousse spoils your palette. Or would have, if you had had enough alone time with Chevalier to be actually spoiled.

The fleeting shared moments of intimacy were ending as soon as they began, fortunately culminating in a nice dinner for two that provided some of that awaited alone time with Chevalier.

Him leading you under an arm towards your shared bedchambers is pleasant, but you ache for more of his attention and his touch.

"Chevalier, I thought… nothing beats a good book at the end of an exhausting day, isn't that right?"

A fellow booklover, you know that you are right in Chevalier's eyes - the sight of him loosening the cuffs of his shirt's sleeves is making you regret talking about books of all things, but you have an idea in your head, and there is no turning back now.

"… The books I'm currently reading are in my private library. Nobody has business being there in my absence, and I'm already done changing. I figure you don't feel like going there either."

"Mhmm…" You nod your assent, walking as casually as you can towards your side of the bed, hand wandering inside the nightstand drawer. "Well, mine is right here…"

Chevalier approaches you until you feel his body heat just shy of your back. Or maybe that's you being feverish, excited by your own mischief yet to reveal.

"You should've asked directly if you want me to read to you. I'm not so dense not to see how you would consider this a part of today's celebration."

Does he have to say like that? "Yes, I would love that. Doing as many of those activities with you as possible, even the simple ones, is making me happy."

The comfortable, luxuriously cushioned reading chair that can be found in his private library is not one of his kind, as Chev sits down in the one situated here, in his bedroom, beckoning you with his eyes. No, you're not talking about the accommodation that his chest provides as you sit on his lap, it's surely just you appreciating the piece of furniture that is big enough for the both of you but still small enough to make you take a creative position sideways. You could prop your arm against the backrest of the armchair, or you could wrap it around Chevalier's shoulders… and you settle for the latter. Because today is all about being close and lovey-dovey, isn't it?

Chev opens your book at the bookmarked page, conveniently starting with a new chapter. He doesn't mind not being introduced to the contents prior, he either has heard you talk about it already and is a matter of time for his brilliant memory to activate and detect the needed information, or, you haven't really mentioned about this book in particular: which is also fine, since he simply chose to do this for you.

"Having eloped into the night, the lovers couldn't keep their feelings at bay any longer; nor they had to. They allowed only the moon to keep watch, the faithful guardian it has been at their rendezvous before. The grass cushioned their falling, and lips found lips, hushed breaths mingling without the act of running being alone at fault."

Does Chevalier suspect anything? His tone is even and unshaken by the implication of the passage; for a second you worry that he might be reading out mechanically, some genius he is, mind busying itself simultaneously with matters of bigger importance… or not.

There is a tiny huff of breath that disrupts the reading, a reaction of sorts. He still continues.

"Between those back-to-back breathless kisses, forbidden but deserved, sweet and dripping of sin, hands start to wander. Layers of fabric give way to daring fingers eager to wander where there is proof of arousal, needing to know they're not the only one. Sharp breath intakes pierce the air that they share with no other soul right now; with the freedom to not only whisper but scream of their love. Of their pleasure."

Chevalier's voice is a love potion to you. It gets you drunk and pliant on a normal occasion; the words he'd whisper between the sheets still written on your skin with his tongue. He loves to nip on your skin to accompany the dirtiest of his promises he'd make to you, his actions always coming out thrice as much as his words. You wanted to hear more.

"…Where did you get this book from?"

The sudden change of his tone snaps you out of your trance and you squeeze your thighs together involuntarily. As they're situated over Chevalier's lap, the movement is near impossible to miss by your observant lover.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it was a gift from someone?"

Chevalier surely has a good idea or two as to who to suspect, but it seems like he's not concerned with that right now. He shifts his legs too, presumably to find a better reading position.

"Fingers get bolder, mouths clash with vigor as if to consume the other. Moan follows moan, fingers squeezing and nails biting the skin underneath; soon the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the field, domineering over the ambient sounds of the night."

It's not your intention to curl your fingers as they rest against Chevalier's biceps, but it's entirely his fault that he chose to forgo putting on a shirt while changing earlier. The temperature of the room allows, and there is nothing wrong with allowing himself more comfort in the presence of the one who has already seen him naked too many times… but you also cannot keep your hands to yourself, reminiscent of the characters in the book. Your fingertips scrape against his strong biceps, thinking that he might be deep enough into the book not to pay mind. You're wrong.

Chev makes another shift in his seat, raising a knee to prop the book against. He maneuvers you until your legs come to rest on either side of his knee, the apex of your thighs flush against the hard skin of his own thigh. It's surprisingly comfortable. And not just comfortable.

The next passage from the book is even more explicit, putting your otherwise fantastically functioning imagination to shame - not because there's this foggy filter over it (that's a given), but because you're not imagining the right things. Instead of runaway lovers sharing a forbidden tryst, it's you and Chevalier. Instead of a moonlit field, there's a bedroom.

"Mmm…" You mewl as Chevalier uses the advantage of having the book securely propped up to use his free hand on you. He snakes his way to between your thighs, squeezing the inner part - it feels like a scolding manner, a way of telling you to pay attention. But then why is his hand moving further up, until it palms your heated sex?

‘Chevalier is not going to finger me and continue reading’,you tell yourself, with a concoction of emotions swirling inside you, varying from disbelief to devious hope and everything naughty in between. The only thing separating your pussy from his calloused digits is the thin barrier of your panties, which have proved to never be a challenge for your lover on his way of wrecking your…world. A simple motion of hooking his middle finger underneath the fabric and tugging it to the side would be enough. And you know that it won’t halt his reading, too.

And that's exactly what he does, as more and more illicit words fall from his lips as if it's nothing. You feel his fingertips brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and at first it's a premise of an agonizing tease, but soon he's rubbing on it firmly and at a steady pace, with no foreseen intention to stop.

"Ahh! Ohh…"

The pleasure-fueled torture sees you curling your toes, ascending to the heights of pleasure way before the culmination that the book's characters seek. Then again, unlike any of them, you get to be worked to orgasm by Chevalier Michel.

Your legs part and momentarily go afloat in your euphoria, body arching up in Chevalier's embrace as his strong hand seeks over your writhing form, index and middle fingers burying inside you, making you rock on them before you can instinctively squirm away from too much pleasure.

Chest raising and falling in an attempt to catch your breath, your ears catch the sound of the book making a thud against the tiled floor. You open your eyes just in time to cooperate with Chev who is now getting to his feet, sliding away from under you.

"Turn around and hold into the armrests."

Shivers running through your entire body, erasing the satisfaction of your recent orgasm until it's changed for a burning need for more, you comply, hiking up your skirt to your lower back, presenting yourself to Chevalier.

He sighs behind you, the sound accompanied by the so melodic for you sound of his belt unbuckling.

"While you had your attention focused elsewhere, I had finished reading out the chapter. I take it as you didn't hear the end of it."

Gods, you're not even hearing the end of his sentences when he talks to you right now, what is left for the book? You ARE focused on him right now, just not on his voice - the way he rubs the blunt head of his hard cock between your folds is rendering your unable to think straight about anything else. You didn’t expect him to be this worked up, but his firm erection make you realize you weren't the only one enjoying the naughty game you played.

"Very well then. I'll show you how it ended."

You moan his name out loud as he pushes in from behind, taking you in doggy style, similarly to what the lovers from the book did, you presume. Or maybe that's his personal preference. You couldn't know how much of it is Chevalier's own unrestricted passion and it only made things more exciting. You were in for a good and fast pounding, the poor armchair creaking under Chevalier's thrusts. If it wasn't for its weight speaking of good quality, you'd be worried about it getting absolutely destructed by the end of your lovemaking.

Chevalier groans, placing open-mouthed kisses against your nape. He slows his thrusts just to suckle on your skin until it's bruised with his love, releasing it with an audible pop and immediately kissing it better. You turn your head to meet him in a kiss, and he hisses against your lips as your walls spasm around his thick girth.

"Say my name while you're coming for me."

It's not an order, orders don't sound this honeyed, dripping with love-fueled desperation, all to see you in the throes of pleasure again so soon.

He doesn’t even have to ask.

"Che…va…lier…!"

A strong wave of pleasure runs through you like a lightning strike, making your arch your back to push against Chevalier's cock as much as your body allows to. Your head falls back, and Chevalier caresses your chin, holding it in place as he imprecisely captures your lips, moaning his own culmination against them.

You feel him erupt inside you in thick spurts, and you're wishing the last drops of pleasure weren't wrung out of you so you could lose yourself into cumming again from that sensation alone.

As sweat beads on your forehead, Chevalier releases your chin and you feel boneless. He's catching you before you can crumble under the weight of the afterglow, and collects you in his arms.

All you want is to resume your previous position from before things became not-so-innocent…it would work perfectly for post-sex cuddles. Thankfully, great minds think alike.

"Books like those are a rarity, but maybe it won't hurt if we pick them up for a reading session once in a while…"

Chevalier lets out a barely audible snort at the poorly hidden satisfaction you show with something so dirty in nature. His thumb rubs gentle circles on the palm of your hand as he holds your snuggled-up form on the armchair.

"A Valentine's day tradition?"

You hum, considering his offer. One year would be a good amount of time in your hands to put them on a good erotica… maybe with careful selecting it can be used in order to give Chevalier even wilder ideas. Will you be able to find such thing? Being direct with your desires surely is faster and more effective, but what's the fun in that… your shyness aside.

"Mhm, sounds good. Though, I guess, you can't know the contents of anything I give you to read out to me until you're actually reading it out…"

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