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Finding You - Part One

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC ( Napoleon & Issac - Platonic )

Genre: Hurt & Comfort

TW: Mentions of kidnapping and being cut; blood.

Napoleon scanned the streets for her; all he did was turn around for a second to talk to the child tugging on his sleeve, and she was gone. 'Where did she go?' It was broad daylight, and she seemingly vanished. The panic was rising, and he began to quicken his pace, looking through the alleyways. He circled back around, and Isaac, who was sitting on a stone ledge teaching a group of children, circled him and tilted his head when he saw the worry in Napoleon's expression—a deep crease between his brows. "That's all for today, kids; we'll have a longer session later." Aww." Several kids said in unison who enjoyed Issac's lessons. 

Isaac put his hands on his knees, bending down. "Sometimes you have to be there for people when they need you. To show them that they are important to you, and give them your support when they are having a bad day or worried or whatever the case may be. Remember always to be kind. My friend needs me right now, so I will walk over to him and help him with whatever is troubling him." The kids clapped, and Isaac smiled as he closed the book and stood up. 

Issac walked over to Napoleon. "What's the matter?" Napoleon looked at Issac, panicked. "_ _ _ and I had come out to do some shopping. I turned away for a second, and she was gone; I looked all over. I've gone everywhere I can think of. I don't know where she went." Issac pondered momentarily, thinking of places she could have wandered to. "Did you look in the bakery? She loves sweet things." Napoleon's eyes lit up; why hadn't he thought of that? "I'll go with you," Issac stated; he wasn't about to let his friend try to find her alone. "Thank you, Issac." Issac squeezed Napoleon's shoulder, conveying his support. The two men walked to the bakery, still scanning the streets, hoping she might appear.

Issac opened the door to the bakery, holding it open for Napoleon, and disappointment washed over him when she wasn't there. Issac approached the owner and described her appearance, asking if she'd seen her, "I know who you're talking about, but I haven't seen her in a while. I'm sorry." Issac's stomach knotted in worry, "Thank you." As they left, she called out to them, "I hope you find her." 

After stopping by the bakery, they looked at the library and various other shops but had no luck. They began looking down alleyways when Issac noticed a yellow ribbon on the ground. "Napoleon, wasn't she wearing a ribbon just like that this morning?" Napoleon walked closer, standing next to Issac. "Yes, it matched her dress." He picked up the ribbon and put it in his trousers pocket. "Let's keep going," Napoleon stated as he looked down the alleyway, which seemed never-ending. Both of them, too worried to voice their concern they, carried on trudging down the alleyway. 

Issac wasn't a fighter. He had never wielded a sword. His defenses were in knowledge. What if someone had taken her? What could he do? Outwit them with math equations? Still, even if he wouldn't be helpful in combat, he wasn't going to abandon Napoleon and let him do this on his own. 

As they edged further, Napoleon stopped, and a look of horror was in his eyes. "Napoleon?" Issac questioned what Napoleon was staring at when he followed his line of sight; he saw a puddle of blood, and the scent wafted to his nostrils. "Napoleon, it's fresh," Issac stated. Being a Demi vampire sometimes has its disadvantages. He didn't have the abilities the others did. It was a godsend to have Issac here with him. The blood had his throat burning. Issac knew he had to keep going for Napoleon and _ _ _. He couldn't lose it and feed off whatever unsuspecting victim he could find. "Let's keep going Issac whispered, trying to keep his bloodlust at bay. 

They pushed forward, foot in front of foot, seeing tiny speckles of blood. Finally, they came out the other side of the alleyway. The bright sunlight blinded them. "I won't go with you!" Their ears tingled with the sound of her distress. Napoleon put his hand on the hilt of his sword. As their eyes adjusted, they saw her. Her forearm trickled blood as she was kicking and hitting the man who had a tight hold on her. 

She bit down hard on the wrist of her captor, and his grasp loosened on her. She pushed him with all the strength she had and ran off. Issac held out his hand, bringing her to him before she ran past him. In her panicked state, she started fighting him as well, but he had a firm grip on her arm that wasn't injured. "Calm down, look at me. It's Issac." She stilled and looked up, "Issac?" 

He nodded, "It's me." She buried herself into his embrace as he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm safe, you're safe," she said, not telling Isaac but telling herself. Napoleon unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her captor. "Take her home!" Isaac didn't need to be told twice and helped her walk down the street and into a waiting carriage. 

 His grip was firm on her waist as he climbed in after her. He sat next to her. "Let me bandage your arm." His throat burned at the scent of her blood, but he was too focused to acknowledge it. He ripped his sleeve and wrapped the fabric around her wound, tying a knot as he finished it. The adrenaline left her body, her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned against Issac's chest, falling asleep. He lifted his arm over her shoulder to let her feel a sense of security.

When they returned to that mansion, he lifted her, cradling her head against his chest, and her legs draped over his arms. As he carried her to her room, it didn't go unnoticed by the other residents. Arthur, who was in his room writing, put his pen back into the ink and came out of the room. When he saw what was happening, his heart sank. With hurried steps, he walked to her bedroom. Issac laid her on the bed, removed her shoes, and covered her up. Comte and Leo came in. "What happened? "Comte asked. "I'm not sure; Napoleon said they were out shopping, and she disappeared when he wasn't looking. We found her with a man trying to force her into a carriage." He sighed, "She fought hard," He said, looking at Arthur.

"Napoleon is out there by himself. He might need help. I don't know what the situation is. My priority was getting her out of there," Isaac said, looking dejected. Jean put his hand on Isaac's shoulder. You did the right thing, Isaac; where is he? I'll go to him." Isaac explained to Jean where to find Napoleon. 

 Arthur looked down at her, and Theo sensed Arthur's distress. "She's okay, she's home, and we're going to take care of her." Arthur nodded, "Yeah, I know." Theo put his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "This is a special circumstance, so I'm going to just say it. We all know you two have feelings for each other; it's not hard to miss. Right now, she needs you, Arthur." Comte said, "The rest of us will help Napoleon; I want you to focus on her. I've called my physician to look at her arm. He'll be here soon." Arthur nodded. "O-okay," Comte gave him a small smile. "She's going to recover quickly." Everyone piled out of the room, leaving Arthur and Sebastian alone. "I'll bring you some coffee." Arthur didn't agree or disagree. He just let Sebastian do what he needed to do. Arthur wasn't sure if he could speak the words even if Sebastian had asked.

Being in the room alone made Arthur a little uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Arthur had always been the one to treat the sick, but being on the other side was both a relief and a frustration. Finally, he moved the chair from her desk to sit beside her bed. When Sebastian came in, he brought Arthur coffee along with rogue. He placed them on the bedside table. "She is bleeding. We can't have you losing control, no matter how much self-control you have." Arthur reached for the rouge, acknowledging that Sebastian was right. He gulped it down without a word, then licked his lips. 

Sebastian took the rogue from Arthur. "In our time, they say it helps people heal to hear the voices of those they love even when asleep." Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Sebastian smiled, then averted his eyes to her and put his hand over hers. "I hope you wake up soon." He squeezed her hand. It tugged at Arthur's heart to know how she's touched every one of them. "If you need anything, I'll be here." Arthur nodded, "Thank you, Sebas." Sebastian gave Arthur a long nod before leaving and shutting the door.

 "I guess everyone knows how we feel about each other; I know how I feel; I wasn't certain about you." He sighed, "I care about you a great deal." He leaned forward, took her hand, and gently kissed it. Then, he put his forehead on her hand when he heard a knock on the door. He lifted his head but still had his hand wrapped around hers. Sebastian and the doctor walked in. "Good evening. I'm just going to take a look at your lady friend." Arthur felt oddly possessive over her but had to push it down. He knew the doctor was here to help but couldn't control the new emotion. 

Arthur stood up and backed away, standing next to Sebastian to give the doctor space. His eyes immediately went to her arm. "Stitches are going to be in order here." The doctor's eyes lifted from her to Arthur and Sebastian. "Has she woken up at all?" Arthur shook his head. "It hasn't been that long since she was brought home." The doctor looked back down to the wound on her arm. "I'll need one of you to hold her down if she wakes up. I can't have her thrashing while I'm giving her stitches. Arthur wrapped his hand tightly around her free hand and pressed down on her shoulder. The doctor cleaned the wound and laid out his supplies. "Okay, here we go." As soon as the needle pierced her skin, her eyes popped open, and she groaned from the pain. "You're okay, luv. The doctor here is just fixing up that nasty cut on your arm." She nodded and winced each time a new stitch was made. 

Arthur held her eyes in his, then finally, "All set, that was a pretty nasty cut. Do you mind if I finish your examination while you're awake?" She cleared her throat "o-okay" she said with a hoarse voice. She sat up, and he finished the examination. "You look good." He sat down. "You went through a lot today; feeling exhausted is perfectly normal. It's going to take some time before you feel normal again." She nodded, "Thank you." The doctor smiled. "I'll return to take out those stitches in a few weeks." Sebastian smiled and walked with the doctor to see him out. She looked over at Arthur. "Napoleon, is he okay?" Arthur smiled. "I can see if he's back yet. I'll be right back, luv." He says to her as he strokes her cheek.

When the door opened, three men entered: Arthur, Napoleon, and Issac. Napoleon smiled at the sight of her. "I'm sorry to both of you." She looked between Napoleon and Issac. She swallowed. "Thank you for finding me and bringing me home." Napoleon took her hand and sat on the bed. "The men that tried to take you have been arrested; this won't happen to anyone ever again. "Thank you, Napoleon, you're a good man." He squeezed her hand, and she choked back tears. "I don't know what they wanted with me." Napoleon grimaced, "I don't know either." Napoleon replied, "Some people are just sick and twisted." She bit her lip. "Oh, I have something of yours." She looked at him curiously, and Napoleon pulled the ribbon from his pocket. "We found this on the ground in the alley. I think it'll get clean if we scrub it." Napolean says as he looks at how dirty it is while he hands it to her. She mustered a smile. "Thank you."

She glances at Issac." Issac," She says his name with a shaky voice. She was close to tears but was forcing herself to hold back. His attention was on her, and she held her hand to him. He walked to the edge of her bed, standing next to Napoleon. He took her hand. "Thank you for saving me." Issac's eyes wavered. "I didn't do much," Arthur laughed. "He's modest." She latched her eyes on Issac's. His rosy hues searched hers. "But you did. You made me feel safe, and you took care of my arm." She squeezed his hand tightly as he stood there stunned. "You are a special friend to me, Issac, and what you did for me today means so much to me." Tears ran down her face with emotion. "I was so scared, and there you were." Arthur and Napoleon watched silently as she poured her heart out to Issac. 

"How are you like this?" He asked her with curiosity. "You went through a life-altering event, and you're thanking me?" Finally, he smiled, "You are a special friend to me, too." He repeated her words back to her. He could see how tired she still looked, and he released her hand, putting it on the bed and patting the top. "You need to rest" She knew he was right, her whole body ached with fatigue. "Will you come back later?" A knot formed in Arthur's stomach. Had she loved Issac this entire time? Had he been chasing after her in vain? "Yes," His gaze went to Napoleon and Arthur. "Shall we?" They all walked out of the room, and Arthur took a long look at her before closing the door.

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Duty of a Princess - Chapter 4

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC X Theo

Genre : Angst and Fluff

TW: None

You opened the door, but a guard stepped in front of you, “We cannot let you out of your room by order of the Queen.” You rolled your eyes, “The Queen? My mother is going along with this?” The guard stood straight, “I apologize, your Highness.” Just as you sighed, Theo walked down the hall, “What’s the problem?” You huffed, “None of your business.” You went to close the door, but Theo stepped in front of the guard. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with my betrothed. “I’ll allow it.” He stopped the door from shutting and pulled you towards him. “Let’s take a walk.” You looked at his face for the first time, noticing how blue his eyes were. Not like the sapphire blue Arthur’s were, but baby blue like the sky. “No, thank you! I’d rather be locked in my room. You tried to turn away. “We are to be married. We should at least get to know each other.” 

You glared at him. “I’d rather not. You mind your business. I’ll mind mine.” He chuckled. “Look, my parents are forcing me into this as well. I’m not happy about it either, but it is what it is. I don’t want to be completely miserable, and what about children, huh? How are we supposed to produce children if we never talk?” She crossed her arms, “Children are not going to happen. What’s the point? It’s not like our imaginary children will be heir to the throne.” Theo shook his head. “You’re a difficult one, aren’t you? You do realize we have to consummate our marriage, correct?” You hadn’t thought of that. Would he be able to tell you had been intimate with someone before? That could be a serious problem. “I’ll take that as a no.” 

“We aren’t truly married if we do not.” You took in a deep breath, “Even better. Get a mistress. I don’t care what you do.” He bit his lip, trying to think of ways to get you to communicate. “Okay, let’s not think about that right now. Can we start over by having a real conversation? Do you think you can do that?” All you kept hearing were your father’s words. “You have a duty to this country.” Out of energy to fight back, you resigned, knowing there was no point in fighting anymore. You had to accept your fate. “

Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “what do you want to talk about?” He gave you a sad smile. “I want us to get to know each other. For example, my favorite color is green; what’s yours?” He reached out his hand to guide you, and reluctantly, you accepted the walk. Usually, you would say blue, but it reminded you of Arthur’s eyes. You wanted to keep Arthur out of this and keep him locked tight in your heart, so picking the next best thing, you said softly, “Purple,” a smile spread on his face. “My mother had purple irises in her garden during the summer. It’s a nice color. Maybe we could go see them sometime. I bet she’d love to have us there.” He said it as if it were the most natural thing.

He was trying; you had to give him credit for that. After walking the castle grounds and having a light conversation, he stopped in the gardens, plucking a flower and twirling it in his fingers. He looked at you curiously, “What?” He stood up straight. “You don’t smile much, do you?” You looked up. “I guess not,” You licked your lips. “I hope that one day you will find happiness. Hopefully, with me.” He smiled, handing you the flower. You took it gently from his fingers, looking at the vibrant pink. “maybe,” you said. “It’s been a long day, Theo. I’d like to go to my room.” He smiled. “Sure, I’ll walk with you.” You shook her head. “No, it’s okay. The walk was nice, thank you.” He smiled. “Anytime,” You strolled to your room. The guards moved to the side to let you in, standing guard again as you closed the door.

 You set the flower down on the vanity as you sat in front of the mirror. You unpinned your hair and let it fall past your shoulders. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, You blinked and closed your eyes tight. You brought your hands to your face and started crying, not just because of your broken heart but because Theo was actually nice. If you let yourself, perhaps you could learn to like being with him. The fact that you even thought that made your stomach turn. You collected yourself enough to get into your nightgown and climbed into bed, cuddling up against the pillows. You turned out the lights, staring into nothingness. Sleep was not happening, with so many thoughts swirling through your mind. You lit a candle, went to the window, and saw a few people walking around the castle grounds, including your sister and Theo. Grunting, you crossed your arms over the windowsill and looked down, seeing Arthur and Sebastian talking. Even just seeing him was heart-wrenching and you retreated back to your room.

Wanting to feel your presence, Arthur walked down the hall to your room, which was guarded by three guards. Since when had there been guards in front of your room? 

Arthur furrowed his brows when he saw an inebriated Emile and Theo giggling as they walked down the hall. Curious, his eyes followed them with the feeling that they were being awfully flirty for a pair of soon-to-be in-laws. He squinted his eyes, feeling instantly irritated. You were both suffering, and for what? For your future husband to flirt with your own sister. He swallowed thickly, balled his fist up, and turned around, walking away briskly. 

It was none of his business anymore. The sooner you got married, the better. Then, you both could carry on with your respective lives. “Argh!” Who was he kidding? He was hopelessly in love with you. What was going to happen when you came to visit? What about when you have children? And he has to sit on the sidelines and watch you be happy without him. Just as he was turning to leave in frustration, he heard your voice. “When I said you could get a mistress, I did NOT mean my own sister!” Emile looked over. “How are you out of your room? It’s guarded!” She glared at her sister.

“What does it matter? Look at you! Drunk and all over MY betrothed!” Emile swayed toward you. “You don’t even like him; you won’t give him the time of day.” She crossed her arms. “I’m trying!” You replied, “But this,“ You motioned towards the two of them, “Isn’t helping. This makes me angry.” Arthur stood still as he watched the interaction between the three of you. He could sense your irritation and walked forward. “Your Highness,” he bowed. Your heart hammered to have him so close. “Please join me for an evening walk.” Your brow furrowed. The pain of losing Arthur was too fresh to be in such proximity to him. You hardly even acknowledged him. “To hell with it !” You turned towards Theo and shook your head, the disappointment evident on your face. Then went back into your bedroom, slamming the door.

“I’m sorry, Theo. She can have an attitude.” Theo looked down, “I’m afraid we aren’t going to be very happy.” Emile grabbed his arm, and they began walking down the hall, with Theo looking dejected. 

Arthur watched them walk away and then looked at the door before him. He sighed, then turned on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Arthur didn’t know where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was that he had to keep moving. The thrumming in his ears was making it hard to focus. What a mess. He didn’t want to send you off to be unhappy. But there wasn’t much he could do. What was he but the King’s scribe? He had no authority over who the Princess married.

He couldn’t get you out of his head, though. It was late, hoping nobody was around. Arthur climbed the roof up to her bedroom window. Softly rapping on it. You cocked your head to the side but got up nonetheless. Going to your window to investigate. Seeing Arthur there certainly startled you, but seemingly startling him as well, his foot slid, and he began to fall. 

Pushing aside all your feelings as worry bubbled up, you opened the window. “Arthur!” You pulled onto his forearm to help steady him. “What are you doing?!” You whispered.

You helped pull him into the bedroom. You stood straight as he climbed in and looked at him, demanding answers. “I know we agreed to stay away from each other.” He sighed deeply, “But today...was rough.” You were silent, letting him speak his feelings. “I needed to come to see you.”

 He took your hands in his, looking into your sparkling eyes. “Watching you being doted on by another man was like a sword in the heart. It was unbearable.” The expression on your face mirrored his, one of anguish and confusion.

 He stroked your hair and looked at you tenderly. “We were never supposed to be together. Princesses don’t marry men like me, and now we’re being torn apart, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it!” Tears started stinging your eyes. “There’s nothing I can do either!” She let go of his hand to cup his cheek. “You, Arthur Conan Doyle, are and will always be the love of my life.” Arthur put his hand on the back of her neck, looking deeply into her eyes. “And you, Princess, are mine.” They put their foreheads together, wrapping their arms around each other. Instinctively closing their eyes to savor the sweet moment.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the door closing brought panic to both of them as they pulled apart quickly. “Could this be the reason the Princess has been so curt towards me? She’s in love with another man. And not just any man, but the King’s scribe.” She swallowed thickly. “Prince Theodourus ?” He smiled. “You have yourself in quite the predicament, dear Princess. I had come to your room to apologize. Instead, I find you in the arms of another man.” not knowing what to do, both Arthur and you stood there stunned. “Is this why you insisted I get a mistress? Because you were already planning on having one of your own?” She shook her head adamantly. “How would that work if we are literally countries away? I never had any intention--We broke it off before you arrived.” Theo raised an eyebrow and looked at you as if trying to read your thoughts. “Then what is happening here?” He motioned to the two of you. You swallowed thickly, “A moment of weakness. We will be wed soon and leave for your country, where I will leave him behind.” He crossed his arms and sighed. “We’re not off to a good start, hondje.”  

She looked down at the floor dejectedly. “I know,” you said quietly. Theo stepped closer to her lifting her chin up with his finger. “This is no good. I can’t have my wife in love with someone else. This just won’t do.” Arthur pushed down the jealousy and the urge to push Theo away from her. “What are you going to do?” You asked as his eyes burned into yours.

“I’m going to help you.” you were baffled. “ What? Why?” Arthur spread a knowing smile upon his face. “It’s the other sister, isn’t it, mate?” Theo smiled. “Perhaps, but what is important right now is us getting out of this wedding.” In bewilderment, you looked at Theo, sizing him up. “What kind of cruel game are you playing? Do you take me for a fool?” Theo cocked his head to the side, “I do not. I am merely offering you your freedom.” You side-eyed him, trying to figure him out. “How do you suppose we get out of this? Ask really nicely? My parents won’t budge. Everything is in order.” Theo chuckled lightly, “I never said there wouldn’t be a wedding.”

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Hidden Feelings

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Satan X MC

Genre : NSFW

TW: ignoring and smut and fluff ❤️

Satan was avoiding her, and she didn’t understand why. It had been a week. A week since, there were stolen glances with their cheeks dusted in pink as they looked away. A week since the flirty gestures stopped, a week since he stopped knocking on her door. What had she done for him to turn so cold to her overnight? They had so much fun the day before. She made them ice cream and went to the local bookstore with him, laughing and smiling the whole time. She was confused and … Angry. She played video games with Leviathan aggressively. “ Geez _ _ _!” He says, giving her a worried look. “Are you okay?” She stood up from the bean bag on the floor. “I’m going to go to bed.” He knew something was wrong but wouldn’t pry; it wasn’t his place. That was more Lucifer’s thing, but he could tell she was conflicted, so instead of making her talk. He got to his feet and threw his arms around her, squeezing her tight. She hugged him back, not realizing how badly she needed comfort.

As Levi held her tight, tears slipped out of her eyes, and as hard as she tried to be silent, he heard her crying and hugged her tighter. “I’m here for you. You don’t have to tell me anything, but I’m good at hugging.” She nodded in his chest and pulled away, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry, Levi.” He smiled at her, “Don’t be, I hope you feel a little better.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek, “I do.” He grinned, “I’ll always make time for you if you need a hug.” She forced a smile, “Thank you, Levi.” She walked back to her room with her arms wrapped around herself. She looked at Satan’s door, seeing a dim light illuminating under the door, but kept walking. 

 They all entered the house of lamentation after classes were over at RAD. Everyone went to their respective rooms, and she watched Satan disappear down the hallway. No, she wasn’t going to take this anymore, and she took long strides down the hall with determination. She knocked on his door probably harder than she needed to. After a minute, he answered the door. “What do you want? I don’t have time for you.” She glared at him. She was going to take all his insults and bear it. She was determined to get an answer. “You will make time then. I don’t care what your current obligations are; you will listen to me, and then you will answer me truthfully.” He never expected this from her. She was quiet and shy, but here she was, demanding answers. She pushed him into his room and stood with her back against the door to force him to talk to her. 

“I don’t need to give you my reasons for anything; you’re just a silly human. What are you going to do?” She narrowed her eyes; whatever outcome he thought would come of this was probably not anger. He knew she was getting angry. He could sense the wrath emanating from her. “You’re an asshole! Don’t talk to me like that!” She said his name with an extra bite. “And don’t talk back _ _ _ !” He says back to her, and she glares at him, putting her hands on her hips. “Why you’ve been so blatantly avoiding me?!” She yelled; he snickers, “I’ve been busy.” She raises her eyebrows feeling the fury inside of her building. “Busy?! Ha! That’s a load of crap. One day, we were having a good time together, and the next day, there was radio silence, so tell me, Satan, what are you so busy doing that you can’t spare time for one conversation? This is the first time we’ve had a real conversation in a week!”  

Satan glared back at her, “I don’t have to answer to you. It’s none of your business.” He was hurting her. He could see it plain as day. He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was the only way. “Leave me alone.” She shoved him. “NO!” He was surprised at her sudden strength. “You are going to give me answers!” The truth was he didn’t have answers. “Satan!” His eyes went wide in surprise as she yelled his name. “Stop yelling; everyone will come here to see what’s happening.” She was seething with anger. “You need to calm down; wrath is what I do. I know it when I see it.” He was, “Oh, so now you care? Now that I’m mad?!” He was completely calm, and it was adding fuel to the flame. “I just don’t understand why you’re avoiding me? I don’t know what I did to make you hate me so much.” Tears slipped from her eyes, and that’s what made him break. He made her cry; he wanted to see her smile, not cry. 

He stepped close to her, so close that she could feel his breath on her face. “You want to know why?” She looked into his eyes. “Yes, I really do.” His face came closer still until his lips crashed onto hers, releasing her seconds later. “I can’t get you out of my head.” He returned to her lips; she tensed at first but then melted into him. His hand slid to the back of her neck, tangling into her hair. Soon, her lips were moving in sync with his. He released her lips again. “You’ve got me feeling things I’ve never felt before. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I want you all to myself; there’s no denying it now.” He leaned in close, pressing his forehead to hers. “You aren’t the only one with feelings. I want you too Satan.” 

His lips found hers again. Their kiss was needy and passionate. He kissed her slow and deep. He pressed his tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth, giving him access to her mouth. She tangled her tongue with his, and her hands went into his hair. Satan’s hands drifted down her sides and found their way to her waist. 

Breaking the kiss, his lips went to her neck. Laying kiss after kiss along the side of her neck, small moans erupted out of her. He sucked on her ear lobe, and her head lulled to her side. His hands roamed her body, reaching her ass and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He turned and carefully maneuvered through the piles of books, trying not to trip. 

When he reached the bed, he laid her down so her head sank into the pillows. He unbuttoned and shrugged off his RAD jacket. He put a knee on the bed and his hands on either side of her head. His lips found hers again, and their tongues immediately danced together as his legs made their way onto the bed. Satan began unbuttoning her shirt. He helped her sit up to take off her RAD jacket and shirt. His eyes laid upon her nude bra with little accents of lace. He reached behind her, unhooked it, slid it off her arms, and dropped it to the floor. 

His eyes were on her breasts and then flitted to her eyes, and he stroked her cheek, and then his lips were back on hers. His hands went to her soft breasts, cupping them in his hands and gently squeezing. She let out a small moan, enticing him to smile. He pulled away and began kissing down her neck as he pinched her nipples, making her core tingle. He gently bit the area where her neck and shoulder connect, unintentionally leaving a love bite and not caring. His lips came to her breast and circled her areola with the tip of his tongue before bringing the bud into his mouth.

His hands roamed down her body. His hand was on her thigh at the hem of her skirt. His hand found itself under her panties, exploring her wanting heat. Finding the sensitive bud, he pressed down gently, circling it. Her hands clutched at the blankets, and she bit her lip to quiet her moans until he entered one finger inside of her. Her moan erupted from her throat. He suckled on her other breast as his hand explored her.

 “Fuck…Satan.” He lifted his head from her breasts, and a satisfied smile spread across his face. He added a second finger and pumped them inside of her as his thumb worked on the sensitive nub. Her legs started quivering. Satan removed his hand and quickly slipped off her skirt and then her panties. “So gorgeous.” He reveled in her beauty, her long hair splayed around her head and her cheeks flushed a contrast to her fair skin. He gazed at her, astonished that he was so lucky to have this chance to be with her so intimately. Going to work on undressing himself, he let her see him for all that he was. He was fully erect, ready to be joined with her. She scanned his body, drinking in at how attractive he was. Her fingertips tingled at the need to touch him, to feel him.

Satan beheld the sight of her on his bed, naked and wanting. Waiting for him. He took a step and then climbed on top of her. She spread her legs to let him settle between them. His hands were on either side of her head. They gazed into each other’s eyes, not saying a word. Her chest heaving from the anticipation. Finally, she put her hand on the back of his head, pulling him to her mouth. He reached between them and took hold of his length, and ran it through her labia and over her clit, making her moan loudly, breaking their kiss. 

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her clit, making her shudder with pleasure. Finally, he found her wet entrance and pushed in until his hip bones pressed against hers. His cock was entirely swallowed by her, and squeezing him in all the right ways. They both let out a pleasured sigh, and he pulled back and began thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him as close to her as possible. She crossed her ankles, her heels digging into his skin. 

He studied her as he thrust into her over and over again, building the pleasure. She scraped her nails over his back, feeling his muscles flex. Her moans and his sighs filled the room. He pressed her arms into the mattress, lacing his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hands, accepting the intimate act. It was almost more intimate than being one with him.

As his hips rolled into her, she lifted her hips in sync with his thrusts. He hit a spot that had her reeling. Her toes curled, and her body felt like it had been set aflame. “ohh, Satan,” he hit the spot again and again. Her eyes shut, and he took back one of his hands to reach between their bodies. He found her clit stroking it as he thrust into her. He picked up the pace and felt her walls fluttering around him. “Satan! ” Her moans increased, and she bit down on his neck as she found her high. Her walls tightened around his sensitive cock. Electricity had ignited all his nerves, and his balls tightened. 

Another thrust, and he groaned as his essence spilled into her, flooding her with warmth. As he softened, he slowly pulled out, and they smiled at each other, feeling satisfied. He pressed his lips to her, giving her a gentle kiss. 

Rolling off her, he laid on his back and pulled her into his chest. “I’m sorry,” He said finally. “I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I was trying to push my feelings away and thought if I pushed you away, my feelings would go away too.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to hurt you. What if I lose control?” She turned so she was on her stomach and looking at him. “You won’t; you’ve never lashed out at me before; I don’t think you’d do it now. Besides, I have pacts with your brothers, and I know defensive magic. Stop making excuses and let yourself feel, and be with me.” He smiled awkwardly, “I’ll do my best.” She put her palm on his cheek. “That’s all I ask, and I’ll do my best too.” He brushed away the hair on her face, and she laid back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Satan drew circles on her shoulder with his fingertip, lulling her into a slumber; watching as she slept, he fell into a sleep along with her.

That night, as she cooked dinner, Asmo flitted into the kitchen and grinned. “What?” She asked; he just stood there smiling. Then, she touched the side of her neck. “Satan has one, too; it’s not hard to figure out what happened, especially when the bathroom is next door. I was taking a bath. I heard fighting, and it worried me I almost got out to see if you were okay. Then suddenly, I hear you and Satan doing dirty things. I figured it was best to leave you two alone. Make up sex is the best isn’t it?” She blushed in embarrassment. “You can’t even deny it,” he giggled. “As much as I wish it were me, I see how you two look at each other. Satan deserves happiness in his life, and you make him happy. He’s overcome a lot; you see him for who he is and not his wrath. Thank you for that.” He smiles tenderly. “You both have my blessing.” He kissed her cheek and then left the kitchen whistling. She smiled as she watched Asmo walk away. Her vision turned to Satan reading in the living room, and her cheeks heated at the memory of what they were doing not too long ago.  

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Finding the Light - Chapter 9

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing : Mitsuhide X OC ( Evelyn)

Genre : NSFW

TW : n/a

AN: This is a long chapter, sorry!

Walking carefully to Mitsuhide’s room, Evelyn gently knocked, holding the serving tray tightly in one arm so she wouldn’t drop it. “You may enter.” She slid the door open and walked into the room. As she put the serving tray on a nearby table, Mitsuhide looked up from what he was writing, still holding the brush between his fingers. He watched her as she turned to slide the door closed again.

“What is happening here?” Mitsuhide asked as he watched her turn around from sliding the door shut. “Drink with me? Mitsuhide felt the concern wrap around him as soon as the words left her lips. She definitely shouldn’t be drinking. With how small she had become, her tolerance wouldn’t be what she was used to.

He knew she had enjoyed drinking in the past when Nobunaga would have one of his big feasts, but she was never out of control; she always seemed to know her limit. “Why?” He asked, still holding the brush. “Why not?” She replied. Mitsuhide studied her as she sat at the small round table off to the side of his room. “Did today make you feel anxious?” He asked as she poured the sake in both the cups. “I’m relieved it’s over, is all.” He glided over to the table and sat where she had set his cup down.

“I know it was hard, but the important thing is you got through it. You didn’t panic. You didn’t shut down. You should be proud of yourself. You did well.” Mitsuhide took the cup and put it against his lips, taking a sip, but was surprised when Evelyn downed the drink in one gulp.

He wanted to voice his concern, but he had to slacken the ropes occasionally, and he poured the rest of the sake down his throat, matching her pace. Evelyn poured them another drink. They had drink after drink, both of them getting quite inebriated. Mitsuhide stuck a piece of cheese in his mouth, and Evelyn watched. “I am happy that you ate today.” She grumbled, “It was only one meal.” He finished chewing and swallowed; clearing his throat, he said. “It’s the most you’ve eaten since you’ve been here. It’s a good start.”

Mitsuhide swallowed the cheese. “Evelyn, why is it so hard for you to eat? You used to love food.” She looked down and tilted her cup so that the sake inside swirled. “Truthfully? It keeps me from thinking about what happened. The pain from the hunger helps me focus on something else.” Mitsuhide gently took hold of her hand to show his support. “We just need to find something else for you to focus on.” She looked up from the cup and at him. “I don’t know what that would be.” Mitsuhide squeezed her hand. “It might take some time, but I’ll help you figure it out, but you’re hurting yourself by not eating.” She sighed, “I know, and I feel it too. I’m not as strong; I’m always tired.”

Evelyn hadn’t opened up like this before. He was going to let her talk about whatever she needed to say. She looked away from Mitsuhide and out the window. Far away, further away than he could ever be. She was lost, and he wanted to bring her back.

As he watched her, he saw tears drip off her face and onto her hand. He immediately scooted closer to her and put his hands on her face to force her to look at him. His thumbs wiped her tears away as he held her face. “You don’t have to be brave in front of me, little one. I can see how much pain you are in.” Her eyes connected with his golden irises. He had a look of seriousness and determination in them. Something that told her that he wasn’t lying. He took a breath as her tears kept coming. “I cannot take your pain away, but I am here for you; I will keep you safe, and I will do everything I can to help you move forward so that you can keep on living.”Evelyn lunged herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest. “They are still out there, Mitsuhide. What if they come looking for me? What if they find me?” Mitsuhide rubbed her back soothingly. “They won’t find you, Evelyn; even if your attackers tried looking for you here, they’d get captured and thrown into the Azuchi dungeons before they could put one foot on the property.” She took some deep breaths, and her tears finally ceased, but Mitsuhide continued his calming efforts.

“Mitsuhide, what does everyone think I’m staying here for?” He pet her head. “They know you are unwell and need to take some time for yourself, and I decided to stay here with you because I don’t trust that you won’t go snooping.” She lifted herself off Mitsuhide and looked at him, “They don’t know any of it?” He combed her hair behind her ear. “No, only myself and Ieyasu, and neither of us has said anything.” She exhaled with relief.

She sighed, and Mitsuhuide raised his eyebrows, questioning her. “What is it?” She swallowed and started fiddling with the sleeve of her kimono. “I want to get better. I want to face my fears. I don’t want to be weak anymore. I have one fear I can never face.” He knitted his eyebrows together. He hated it when she got down on herself, but being attacked had stripped her of everything but her bones. She was bound to get into her head on occasion. “There is nothing you can’t overcome; you are stronger than you think.”

She shook her head, “Not this.” He had an idea of what she was referring to, but he wanted to hear her say it. “And what may that be?” She lifted her head and took another drink. “Romance, intimacy … Sex. “Precisely as he thought. “That is going to take time; you will get there, eventually, when you’re ready.” She shook her head, “Who would want me after I’ve been tainted? Besides, I don’t want to be with anyone like that. I’ve accepted that I won’t have romance in my life.” Mitsuhide hadn’t expected her to be so honest with her feelings. It hurt his heart that she was so afraid of moving forward in that area of her life that she would accept being unhappy. Again, he is reminded that she has changed; the old her would have never accepted this. He has to stop comparing this new her to the old her and take her for what she is now.

“Is that how you truly feel? Everyone deserves love, especially someone like you. Everyone should be able to experience intimacy and sex. It is instinctual, human nature. We need sex as much as we need air to breathe.” She shook her head. “Not me, not anymore.” Mitsuhide took her hand, “Even a woman has sexual needs.” She shook her head in defiance. “I’ll help you face those fears if you’re ever interested.” She looked at Mitsuhide, afraid of what he was offering.

“Mitsuhide?” He gave her a gentle smile. “If you want, I’ll show you there is nothing to fear. If it’s too much, I’ll stop. I would never force or push you to do something you don’t want to do.” He looked at her thoughtfully. He wanted to convey that this was her choice. He combed his fingers through her hair, soothing her and trying to relax her. Then he kissed the top of her head, then her forehead. Then, the top of her hand, as his eyes met hers.

His lips were soft and warm; she had never considered Mitsuhide a gentle lover. She imagined him being rough and fast. Fucking for his own needs, never thinking about his partner. Then again, that’s how she always had sex. Fucking just to fuck and never really feeling that high.

He took her hand in his. “We’re friends, right? You know I won’t hurt you. You know I’ll respect you and your body. It’s a safe option.” He squeezed her hand. “I meant what I said. I will stop, no questions asked. No hard feelings. I’m doing this to help you heal, not to make you fearful. I expect nothing in return; this is for you and you alone.” Her mind was racing, and her heart was beating so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. “Mitsuhide, I don’t think we should do this. I think we both had too much to drink.” He smiled, “You are probably right, but if the opportunity is there, sometimes we have to take it. What do you say, little mouse?”

She stared at Mitsuhide for a good thirty seconds, mulling over the offer he had given her. He looked sincere, but the one thing keeping her from saying yes was her fear. It was all about the fear. She didn’t want to live in the shadow of her fear anymore. “It’s okay to be afraid. Try with me, and if you can’t, then you can’t; at least you tried. That would be a step forward.” How did he always know what she was thinking? It was aggravating.

“Okay, I’ll try.” Mitsuhide combed her hair behind her ear soothingly. “Okay.” He said as he nodded, confirming her decision. He stood up and held out his hand for her to take. Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Still holding onto her hand, Mitushide looked her over and saw the uncertainty written on her face.

Taking initiative, he picked her up, her legs draping over his arms. She yelped, not expecting him to pick her up. She grabbed the lapel of his kimono in an attempt to steady herself. She must have finally lost her mind completely. Was she genuinely going to allow Mitsuhide to drink in her body and make love to her?

He carried her over to the futon and laid her down delicately. After he removed his arms from under her body, he settled in next to her, turning on his side so that he could get a better view of her. He waited patiently, letting her get her bearings together. “It’s going to be alright, I promise.” She had a petrified look in her eyes, and Mitsuhide cautiously took her hand and rubbed her skin with his thumb. She looked at their connected hands, which had become a regular occurrence. “Then why is this so awkward?” Mitsuhide, still rubbing her hand, studied her.

She was nervous and tense, clutching the blankets and holding her breath. “Evelyn, take a breath. Just breath. You’re fine. You’re not in any danger. You are safe.” She nodded apprehensively. He put his hand on her cheek, turning her head to face him. “I’ve got you.” He said as he looked her over, tracing her jaw with his index finger. He smiled gently at her. He was stroking her long hair to ease her anxiety. Even this kind of intimacy was new to her. He was being so careful, so gentle.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked flustered and a bit confused. “I don’t know about this Mutsuhide.” His expression softened, and he put his hand on her cheek. “Look at me, Evelyn.” Her eyes connected with his, showing him her fear. “Let me show you what it feels like to be loved.” She bit her lip, “I-I’m not ready.” He stroked her hair lovingly. “You’ll never be ready if you refuse to try. You must move forward; you can’t live your life refusing to let yourself have intimacy or love. Be kind to yourself.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to be in love.” Mitsuhide continued stroking her hair. “Maybe not right now, but you will.” He moved her hair to the side and gently kissed her neck. “Trust me,” he whispered lowly in her ear.

She was overwhelmed. Why was Mitsuhide doing this? “Relax, mouse. Focus on me. An immediate blush of embarrassment crossed her face. Mitsuhide smiled. “There you are. Mitsuhide kissed her forehead. “I will be here every step of the way. If you get scared, you can hold onto me as tightly as you need. We are going to do this together because that’s what sex is about. Togetherness” How had she never known he was so kind and caring? Still lying on his side beside her, she looked at him, and he gave her a tender smile, “Turn towards me.” He helped her turn on her side so they were facing each other. He reached between their bodies and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. She watched him do so, and he was silent as she processed what was happening between them. He looked into her eyes and squeezed her hand as he caressed her arm lightly.

He bent his head down and kissed her neck again. He laid kiss after kiss down the side of her neck. Her heart was beating hard and fast. He kept dropping gentle kisses on her soft skin, making the tiny hairs on her skin rise. He pulled away from her neck. “I’m going to untie your obi; don’t be startled.” She squeezed his hand tightly and closed her eyes. “No, look at me. Focus on me. See that I am the one who is doing this. If you close your eyes, the fear might come back.”

She understood his point, so she opened her eyes, watching as he bent over her to maneuver her obi to loosen her kimono. He was so gentle, untying it with ease. He laid back down and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. He opened her kimono to expose her collarbones. He shifted his body, bringing her with him. She laid on her back with him above her, with a sweet smile on his face. He could see the uncertainty flash in her eyes. “You’re doing great,” He reassured her as he bent down to kiss her collarbones. His free hand explored her curves, sliding over her stomach, along her rib cage, just beneath her breasts.

Her chest heaved up and down, and she swallowed thickly. “Evelyn,” He said with his deep voice. “Are you with me?” She blinked as he paused to ensure she was alright. “Y-yeah.” He lifted his head so he was at her level. “It’s okay to be scared. If something becomes too much, you tell me as soon as it happens. Do you understand me? I do not want to be part of your pain.” She nodded. “Say it, so I know you understand.” He had to be sure she understood that she was safe with him and that he would never do anything to scare or hurt her. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

His expression softened. “Good… How are you feeling right now?” She looked straight into his solemn eyes. “Scared and, uh, nervous.” Mitsuhide brushed her bangs back, trying to soothe her. “We’re going to go nice and slow, okay?” As he stroked her head, he looked dead into her eyes. “I’m going to undress you.” She began to understand that he was telling her what he would do to her before he did it, so she was prepared. Her eyes searched his with a conflicted expression on her face. “Talk to me.” He said in a soft tone. “How is this a turn on? I’m pathetic.” Tears filled her eyes, and she turned her head away. He placed his hand on the side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “You are desirable, Evelyn.” She pressed her lips together. “Don’t think about such things; I want to do this. I want you to feel the pleasure I’m going to give you.” She bit her lip, embarrassed by what he said.

He began to open her kimono, revealing her body, as he finally slipped the kimono off her. There were yellowing bruises and cuts that were healing on her body. She reflexively covered her body with her arms. He didn’t try to remove her hands, letting her hide her body.” You’re alright, focus on me.” She kept his face in her vision as she started shaking. “Evelyn, you are safe. I will not hurt you.” She was breathing hard, and panic was rising. He cupped her face, looking deep into her eyes. “Breathe. You’re okay.” She was listening, but the panic was uncontrollable. She started hyperventilating. “Okay, come here.” He sat back on his heels, bringing her with him.

He held her shaking form to his chest as he petted her head. “I’ve got you. He looked down at her, wiping her tears away. “I need you to take some breaths. Do what I do,” Mitsuhide said, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly. He kept doing this until she could finally copy him, their breathing in sync. “Good girl.” He connected his eyes to hers. “There you are.” He smiled at her, “You’re okay now.” He smiled that smile he only ever showed for her and leaned forward, lying her gently back down on the futon, her hair splaying around her. He once again tangled his fingers with hers, but he paused. “Would it make you feel less self-conscious if I undressed as well?” He asks, “Your body isn’t bruised and beaten.” She replies, and Mitsuhide shakes his head in disagreement. “Maybe not right now, but I have plenty of war scars. My body isn’t beautiful.” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He let go of her hand, stood up, and undressed slowly, taking each article of clothing off as she watched nervously. He pulled down his fundoshi, exposing his whole self to her.

He was not yet ready to be one with her, but he was letting himself be a little vulnerable, only to help her relax. He climbed on top of her. “Remember to focus on me.” His eyes took in her nude body. “you are most beautiful. Being complimented like that from him felt so good. “You’re drunk.” He chuckled. “So are you.” Then he kissed her neck and put his lips to her ear. “That doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” Her face heated up, her cheeks and ears turning pink. “And cute when she blushes.” Mitsuhide cupped her cheek, taking a long look at her. He never intended to kiss her to keep some semblance of friends and not lovers; instead, his primal desires took over all reasoning.

He leaned his head down and put his forehead against hers, looking into her green eyes. “May I kiss you?” She looked deep into his eyes, making him feel awkward as if she were looking into his soul. “Yes,” and with those words, their noses rubbed together as he positioned his mouth over hers. He pressed his lips against her full lips, feeling their softness.

Their eyes fell shut; his hand went into her hair, and her hands went to the back of his neck. He was gentle, taking his time, giving her peck after peck until he couldn’t contain his needs, and kissed her harder. He broke the kiss, and They opened their eyes silently, gazing at each other. Both realized that this was happening, and there was no going back. He returned to her warm lips, kissing her harder, their mouths moving together in unison. She sighed into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth.

Mitsuhide had his fair share of casual flings, but never had he been this intimate with a woman. Mitsuhide wanted this for her, but somehow it had also become for him as well. His tongue tangled with hers as they both breathed heavily through their noses. He could feel his cock hardening as they continued to ravish each other’s mouths. Kissing had never turned him on this much before. He pulled away from the kiss, looked at her, and smiled. “Evelyn,” He said her name in a husky voice laced with desire. “I’m going to touch you.” She nodded in understanding, still feeling high from his kiss. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and gave her another peck.

His hands went to her sides, feeling the curves of her body. Her hands were still on the back of his neck. Her hands found their way into his hair. He smoothed a hand over her stomach. He leaned down, kissing her chest sweetly and slowly, taking in the scent of her skin. He pulled away, looking at her while his hands explored her soft skin. His fingertips ran between her breasts, and her chest heaved harder. With calloused hands from years of using a gun and sword, he ran his fingers over her skin. With feather-light touches, he caressed the contours of both her breasts. Her pupils started to dilate, telling him that she was aroused. He gave her a mischievous smile as he placed his hand on one breast, kneading and massaging. Then, he began to caress the other side.

As he bent his head down, he licked her nipple with the flat of his tongue. She jerked, and he looked up, questioning her. “Uh, k-keep going.” He squeezed her arm in reassurance. Mitsuhide pinched her other nipple and rolled it between his forefinger and thumb. He circled her areola with the tip of his tongue, making her breath hitch. “mmm.” Pleased with the sound of her pleasure, he smiled. He then latched his mouth onto her nipple, pulling the flexible skin with his teeth. She looked down at him with heavy, lidded eyes as he switched sides to do the same thing.

As he released her nipple from his mouth, he looked at her. “How do you feel?” Her breathing came out hard and ragged. “Good, don’t stop.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He laid another kiss on her lips as his hand drifted down her body to her legs. With his other hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers. “Evelyn, keep your eyes open and focus on me.” He spread her legs further apart, and his fingers went down her leg, and she squeezed his hand tightly. His fingers slid into her labia. He stopped and looked at her. “Are you doing okay?” She looked apprehensive. “I’m scared.” He knew she was. “relax, breathe, and let me take care of you.” He said as he found her clit and put a little pressure on it. “Ohh, “Mitsuhide smiled, “Does that feel good?” She was breathing heavily. “Y-yes.” He began to move his finger in circles. She bit her lip, and as he looked at her face. Her eyes were clouded over with lust. He switched between rubbing and pinching her clit.

Her hips bucked up involuntarily; she was turning him on like nothing else. His member was fully erect and leaking. Then, he adjusted his position at her center. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and lifted her hips and put his face up to her core and licked up her clit up then down. She tilted her hips, needing more friction. He brought her clit into his mouth, sucking. Her moans were turning him on more and more. Her legs started to tremble, and her body began to tense. He pulled away from her needy core. To look at her, “Are you okay with me putting my fingers inside of you?” Her body paused with his question, and he waited for her answer. Finally, a soft “yes,” but with how meek her answer was, made him question her. “Are you certain? You don’t have to let me.” She cleared her throat. “I’m sure.” He reached up and rubbed her belly in reassurance.

He kissed the inside of each of her thighs. His mouth went back to her clit as he slowly pushed in a finger. She focused on her breathing and soon felt him add another finger. She was becoming so wet, but he wouldn’t comment. He wanted her to feel good. He curled his fingers inside of her and began pumping them as his tongue worked on her sensitive clit.

She curled her toes, and her thighs tightened around his head. Her back arched as her moans sang a beautiful song. He pulled away, cupped her cheek, and bent down, kissing her with a need that he didn’t know existed inside of him. He searched her eyes, then put her hips down and hovered back over her. He kissed her deep and slow, then looked at her. “Focus on me, see me, and feel me. I’m going to go slow; at any time, if you need to stop, then I’ll stop.” He kissed her nose, and then he sat back on his feet.

He put his hand around his throbbing member rubbing it over her clit, eliciting a sweet moan until he found her entrance pressing the head just barely inside. “Look at me.” She squeezed his hand tightly as he slowly pushed in. She felt so good, her walls stretching to allow him in. He pushed in further and further until he was fully inside of her, and he sighed from the delicious feeling of her; it took so much of his self-control not to pummel into her right then and there. Seeing the uncertainty in her expression brought him back to reality. “Are you still with me?” She took a breath she had been holding in and blinked. “I -I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

She squeezed his hand so tightly that her nails dug into his skin. He wanted her to feel comfortable, so he would patiently wait. “Whatever you need.” She swallowed, looking into his lust-driven eyes. She tried to imprint his features in her mind. Finally, She reached up for his face and traced his features with her fingers. She outlined his lips and put her hand on the back of his head, pushing him to her lips. It was a sweet kiss. Their mouths moved together, both melting into the other. Evelyn pulled back to look at him and cupped his cheek. “I’m ready.” Mitsuhide was sure that she needed reassurance that it was him who was inside her and not one of the monsters that assaulted her.

Mitsuhide put his weight on her so they were skin to skin. She reached for his hand, and they threaded their fingers together. With their bodies pressed together, Mitsuhide kissed her forehead. She looked at him expectantly, “don’t look away; keep your eyes on me.” he said lowly, and then he moved his hips, thrusting into her gently. Both of them started breathing heavily, and as he continued with the slow pace, sweet moans began falling from her lips. Likewise, Mitsuhide was sighing and grunting. “You’re doing so well.” He said as he looked at her flushed cheeks. "Kiss me, Mitsuhide.” He did, but it was sloppy and wet as they breathed hard into each other’s mouths. He broke the kiss and put his forehead on hers. He looked into her eyes and saw it the moment it happened. Something behind her eyes changed like a dark veil had been lifted. She took him in completely, letting the pleasure fill her up. She began rocking her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. She let go of his hand to feel his body. First, she held onto his strong shoulders, then she moved her hands to his back, dragging her fingers up and down his back, feeling his soft skin, touching the raised skin from his scars.

Mitsuhide had never been touched in that way before. It was electrifying. Evelyn put her hands on his biceps, and she could feel his muscles flexing as he rocked his hips into her. Getting caught up in the moment, Mistuhide nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there, then gave her a bite, leaving a nicely sized welt there. Both of their bodies were damp with sweat. Mitsuhide could feel her walls spasming around him. He put his hand between their bodies, finding her clit. “I’m going to make you come,” He spoke seductively. He began rubbing her clit in tight circles. He shifted positions, and the angle of his member hit a sensitive spot, and she cried out loudly. He was sure the whole manor could hear her.

Her toes started to tingle, and warmth radiated throughout her body. Pressure started building up. Something was happening to her that she had never felt before. “Mitsu-ahh.” He smiled and bent down to kiss her lips. Her grip on his arms tightened, and her nails dug into his flesh. Her legs began to tremble, and the pressure exploded, making her body stop moving altogether. All she could see was a bright white light, “Mitsuhide, mmmn, fuck.” Her walls clamped around his cock, squeezing it making Mitsuhide shudder. “That’s it come for me.” Mitsuhide slowed his ministrations but kept going to help her ride out her orgasm.

Evelyn blinked several times before her vision came back into focus, and her body, which had tensed during her orgasm, went limp as she caught her breath. He brushed her sweaty hair off her face. She leaned her face up, kissing him passionately, her fingers threading through his hair. He was so close, and she began moving her body with his again. How he wanted to ram into her in that moment and fuck her, but he had to let his needs fall back on the wayside. He would get there eventually. When she broke the kiss, she angled her hips in such a way that his pubic bone was hitting her clit with every thrust.

He noticed how her walls were fluttering again. He had planned on pulling out, but when her walls tightened around him yet again and squeezed his sensitive cock so deliciously, he had no warning before his essence spilled inside of her, causing him to tremble. He bit the side of her neck, then moaned in her ear as he came, and she could feel him expel his seed inside of her. Then his breathing evened out, and he leaned down, kissing her. When his cock softened, he slowly pulled out of her. As he broke the kiss, he searched her eyes. She looked utterly blissed out, making her look incredibly sexy. “How do you feel? “He asked, feeling concerned. “Really, really good. I’ve never had sex that felt that good.” Mitsuhide smiled, “neither have I.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

Mitsuhide rolled off of her and pulled the blanket over both of them, not caring that they were both nude. Evelyn turned to face him, and he intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hand while he held her close as they slept. “Mitsuhide.” His eyes were already closed. “Hm?” She drew circles with her finger on his pectoral. “Thank you.” He opened his eyes and kissed the top of her head. “You are most welcome, little mouse. Now, let us sleep.

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[Ikemen Sengoku Chinese 1st year Anniversary special campaign]

So I get my friend to do these screencaps to me so we can see their whole body 😍 This theme is just like Ikemen Revolution!! All of them looks so cool 😍 *hugs Yukimura tightly* (sorry Kennyo it is limited to 10pcs so…)

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Moving Forward - Chapter 7

Fandom : Obey Me!

Pairing: Satan X OC ( Paisley)

TW : Talk of past abuse

AN: In this chapter Satan doesn’t make an appearance. Solomon is primarily in this chapter, Satan will return I promise!

When they entered purgatory hall, Luke and Simeon were overjoyed to see Paisley, but Solomon put up his hand for them to not overwhelm her. “There’s an extra bedroom; you can settle in.” Solomon put her bag on the bed and shut the door gently to allow her privacy. He confronted the two angels. Simeon had a concerned look on his face. “This isn’t a fun visit, is it?” Solomon swallowed. “She needs to get away for a couple days; she’s hurting and needs to get her mind off things. I thought we could watch some movies.” Luke nodded with a slight smile. Paisley opened the door dressed in some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. She looked so relaxed.

The following morning, Paisley slept better than she had in what felt like weeks. She had been relieved to see a television in the room. It could be standard to have a TV in the bedrooms. She wasn’t sure but was thankful nonetheless. Solomon had secretly cast a slumber spell to aid in her sleep. It was decided the night before that they would all go to Hell’s Kitchen for breakfast. However, Solomon had other ideas. Before Simeon or Luke were even ready, Solomon dragged her out of purgatory hall, not giving them a chance to join. He needed to talk to her privately; Luke and Simeon would come to find them when they realized the two of them had gone out ahead of them. Which gave him ample time to speak to her.

As they waited for their breakfast, Solomon drank his juice; setting the cup down, he asked, “Have you ever considered taking your studies a step further?” She looked at him, baffled, “I don’t know what you mean.” Solomon smiled, “If you’re willing, I’d like to teach you magic; you could be my apprentice and become a sorcerer in your own right.” She looked at him, contemplating what he had just offered. “What’s bringing this on?” Solomon swirled his drink by holding his finger above the cup, not touching it. “I can sense magic in you; I believe I can teach you. What do you say, Paisley?” She mulled over the idea for a moment. It could be a chance to move on from what happened with Satan. Spend time with Solomon, give her the tools to defend herself when she returns home, and then figure out how to get out of there for good and never look back.

“Okay, let’s do it.” She nodded. Solomon stopped swirling the liquid in his cup, looked at her with a smile, and put his hand atop hers, “I’m looking forward to it.” She gave him a little smile, “There you are; I haven’t seen you smile in Days.” if he had to be honest, she mostly smiled when she was around Satan; he brought a part of her out that was usually hidden. He wondered if she knew how much she loves Satan? Or maybe she does and is doing her best to move on? He would be there for her no matter what inner turmoil she was going through.

She sighed. “I know, it’s just a lot has happened then Satan left, and it was reminiscent of home. It never stops. Something awful is always happening.” Solomon listened quietly while she got her heavy feelings off her chest. “I thought I had finally found a family then everything changed.” He sat up straight, “We’ve always been close, right? Other than Asmo, you’re my closest friend.” She smiled, “You’re mine, besides Beel. Sorry we haven’t hung out much till now.” she sighed, “I think you should know about my life. Especially if we’re going to work closely together. You need to understand why I am the way I am.” Solomon’s brown eyes searched hers, “If you insist, but I won’t push.” She shook her head. “I know, and I appreciate that. I was a slave to my parents. I never knew when it was coming; I’d be dragged down to the basement and tied up. I’d be whipped over and over sometimes until I bled. That was my life, my solace? School, at least I had that, and now? They won’t let me go to college; they won’t let me get a job. I’m stuck.”

Solomon was speechless. “Why don’t you just leave?” She ran her hands through her hair. “How? I have no money, nowhere to go. Going back scares me; I never want to go back there.” Solomon took her hand, “You won’t. I’ll protect you always. We can stay together and move far away from there.” She looked at him awestruck, “You’d do that?” He smiled. “Like you need to ask, of course.” She gave him an awkward smile, “I’m sorry your life has been so hard. A child should be loved and nurtured, not afraid and beaten. Life has not been fair for you.” she sighed, “It’s been hard. That’s for sure, I didn’t know happiness. Not until I came here and met everyone. I know I’m distant and stay in my room a lot, but I’m trying.” He shook his head. “That is understandable.” She took in a deep breath, “Then this whole thing with Asmo and Satan, it’s almost unbearable.” Paisley sipped her juice, “Has Asmo told you?” Solomon shook his head, “All he said was that it was your sorry to tell.” She put the juice down, “I don’t know if I’m relieved or mad at that, but I think my hurt has turned to anger, even towards Satan.” Finally, the food was brought out, and the steaming pancakes had both their mouths watering. “Thank you,” Solomon said politely to the waitress. “That’s why you’re suddenly brimming with magic; emotions are tied to magic; it’s just how it is. I don’t know the context of what happened between the three of you, but I’m sure your anger is justified.” She deeply breathed, “I don’t know why I want to tell you everything right now.” She laughed. “Weird. Anyways I’ll tell you. Asmo gave Satan and me a smoothie that apparently was supposed to bring us closer. It brought us closer for sure; we slept together, and neither of us remembers a thing. Satan’s wrath was so uncontrollable that he could’ve killed Asmo.” Solomon dropped his fork, then he picked it back up. “Paisley, I thought you were. “

“A virgin?” She interrupted, “Yeah, not anymore, and I don’t even remember it.” Solomon sat back and ran his hand through his hair in exasperation. “That’s a lot to take in.” She cleared her throat, “It felt good to tell someone, though.” The corner of his lip lifted slightly at her comment, but then she frowned. “The worst part is that Satan left that same night.”

“It’s only been three days?” She nodded. “I’m sorry this happened, especially after all you’ve gone through already.” He smiled at her. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this.” She breathed out in relief. “Like you said, you’re my closest friend, probably my best friend.” Solomon studied her, wondering how one person could endure so much and not be entirely destroyed? She certainly wasn’t. Still, there were things about her that were obviously from years of abuse.

“There you guys are! You left without us,” Luke said as Simeon followed. “Sorry, Luke, I wanted to talk to Paisley alone for a bit.” Luke frowned. “You’re hogging Paisley.” Simeon touched Luke’s arm. “Solomon and Paisley are allowed to have a private conversation,” Luke grumbled. “I suppose,” he said under his breath. The light-hearted conversation with the three of them had sufficiently taken her mind off everything, and she felt lighter as if things could improve. That the hole in her heart and the anger she held could be healed.

When they returned, Solomon exited his room and held a book. He handed it to her. She looked at the book in her hands, then back to him. He laughed. “With magic, you must read a lot; this is your first assignment. Read the first three chapters, and tomorrow, we’ll have your first lesson after classes. But for today, let’s just enjoy each other’s company.” She smiled, “Thank you.” Solomon watched her as she put it in her bag, excited to start this magical journey with her.

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Duty of a Princess - Chapter 3

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Aruthur X MC

Genre : Angst/ Fluff

TW: None

It was mid-morning when hooves and men chattering outside woke you up. Opening your heavy eyes, you went to the balcony to see men unloading a carriage when a tall man stepped out. You took a deep breath and turned to go back inside, feeling as though sleep had all but abandoned you since ending things with Arthur. You walked swiftly through the castle halls until you reached the training room where all your father's knights trained. Luckily, it was still early enough that no one was there. You had changed into pants and a loose-fitted shirt. An outfit for a man, but you couldn't very well swing a wooden sword in a dress. 

You had begun training since the split with Arthur. Nothing was more painful than seeing the man you love in the halls of your home and being unable to embrace him, so instead, both of you would cast your eyes away from the other or turn to walk in a different direction. You were definitely avoiding each other. Training helped clear your head of him and helped you focus on something else. It was something even Arthur himself noticed you started doing. It was either training or riding that consumed your days. When you rode, you often slowed by your old meeting spot, hoping Arthur would be there and you could feel his arms wrapping you again. You always came to your senses, though, and you would race past it with tears in your eyes. You knew you had to put him behind you, but the heart wants what the heart wants. You swung at the dummies in the training room, striking them and twirling around as you did so.

Sebastian walked into the training room with a somber look on his face. It was almost as if he knew what you were going through. Maybe everyone knew. It seemed that way, at least. "Your parents are asking for you. Your Highness." He said with a bow. You struck the dummy again, harder this time. You put the sword away, huffing from the exertion of training. "You may want to get cleaned up; your betrothed is with them, along with all the necessary people to discuss the matter of your marriage.

" He took a breath and gave you a severe look, "In other words, the scribe will be there." Your eyes widened, "you knew it was him. You knew all along, didn't you?" You clenched her teeth, "It is my job to know." You were frustrated with your feelings and lashed out before you could control your temper. "And yet you didn't tell anyone. You didn't stop me you didn't stop him. You allowed it, and because of that, we fell in love; now look at my situation! In love with one man and being forced to marry another, and Arthur. Arthur has to watch me marry someone else, write wedding invitations, and do whatever else my dear parents order him to do. He can't stop it, he can't voice his opinion, he has to go along with it."

"You're hurting, and Arthur is hurting. I can see that plain as day. I allowed it to happen because I have always been on your side, Princess. I know you don't know that, but I am, and Arthur is my friend. I wanted you both to be happy, and you both were. I didn't anticipate this to happen, so you have my apologies. As second in line, I thought you wouldn't be required to marry into nobility, but I was wrong. I am sorry, Princess." Sebastion bowed again profoundly.

Tears fell, and you sniffled. "I can't, Sebastian. I can't walk into a room where my heart is so divided. I haven't seen Arthur since we split, and I don't think I can walk into a place where the man I want to be with and the man who will marry me are in the same room." Sebastian lifted her chin.

"You are the Princess. You can do anything, so perk up. Hold your head up high and dry those tears. Show them what you are made of." You nodded your head and wiped your tears away. Your heart was pounding from nervousness, but Sebastian was right. You are the Princess and had to do this for the country. You had united with him to make allies, or so you were told. 

"Come, Your Highness, get cleaned up and accompany me to the throne room." Walking scared but determined, you took a deep breath and entered the throne room. You arrived before your suitor came. "Come here, my daughter." You spotted Arthur sitting not far away, his face sullen. Was he perhaps as miserable as you were? No matter, you had to go forward with this marriage. "We are waiting on your suitor, Prince Theodorus. We are going to discuss the terms of your marriage. "Yes, father" 

"Why so formal, my dear?" He asked, concerned, "You must still be angry." He shook his head. "It is irrelevant. You must do your duty to the family, to the country." Arthur looked at the King and wanted to run away. He had to be in the same room with the man who was taking his love away forever, and all he could do was sit there and watch. "I am glad you have accepted that you must do this." The King looked up and saw the Prince walking into the throne room. "here he comes." The King said as Theodorus walked majestically into the room. "Prince Theodorus, I am so happy that you've arrived. Please come forth and meet your betrothed. Arthur saw you flinch at the word, but he knew you were just as powerless as he was in the situation. 

Theodorus kneeled, bowing his head. "Your Majesty, I hope the Princess and I can have a long and happy marriage." Both of your parents were beaming, obviously pleased with this Prince. All while you were internally rolling your eyes, Sebastion whispered in your ear. "Behave yourself." You inhaled and stepped forward, avoiding eye contact with Arthur. It stung, but he knew that things couldn't be like before, with stolen glances and a blush rising to your cheeks. 

You had to focus on the man in front of you from now on. You were over, but seeing you allow this other man, this Prince, to kiss your hand made him boil with a kind of frustration and jealousy he'd never felt before. He wanted to run up to you and steal you away, kissing you like you've never been kissed before. "Arthur, are you alright?" Sebastian whispered, knowing that he, in fact, was not okay, but it didn't change the fact that he was concerned for his friend. 

Arthur sat up straight, "yeah," he cleared his throat, "yeah, I'm just hot." Sebastian looked at him with skepticism. The King put his hand out, summoning his daughter to come to him. With your family's scrutinizing eye burning into you, you had no choice but to take your father's hand. The King stood up with his daughter's hand in his. "I present to you my daughter Princess _ _ _. The Queen and I give her to you willing to unite our countries." You curtsied low, showing the Prince respect. "Prince Theodorus." As she rose, he smiled, "Please call me Theo." The King laughed. "The wedding shall take place five days from now." The King turned to Arthur, who was busy writing down the details of what the King was saying. "Arthur, please write out the invitations and get them to the guests." Arthur bowed his head. "Yes, your Majesty," He said, trying to keep to business, pushing his feelings down. 

Hearing Arthur's voice for the first time in days was like a vise grip on your heart. If only you could run to him and take him into your arms. "This meeting is adjourned, oh and Sebastian have a seamstress come by. The Queen has requested the Princess be fitted for her wedding gown." As everyone left, you bowed your head, trying to keep your weeping heart silent. You slowly exited the throne room, and Arthur watched as you ran outside, desperate for air. You felt like you were suffocating. He leaned against the window, watching you run to the stables and, moments later, dash out the castle gates on your horse.

He knew your relationship with that horse and how the outdoors brought you solace. "Damnit, why'd I have to fall for the bloody Princess?" He stormed off to start wedding invitations, how he wanted to refuse to do it at all, but. Like you, he had his part to play in this. At least he didn't have to marry someone he didn't know. As horrible as he felt, he knew you probably felt a hundred times worse. He had no idea what you were feeling, which was driving him mad.

When the sun had finally started to set, you made your way back to the castle grounds, and Illuminated in the light was the Prince walking with your sister. Trying not to be found out, you made your way to the stable as quietly as possible. Stealthily, you sneak back into the castle and into your bedroom. You plopped into the plush bedding, holding up a dove necklace Arthur had given you a while back. The purple gems it was made of twinkled in the moonlight. A tear you tried to push back escaped your eye. You were getting so sick of always crying. Your door suddenly burst open. Looking at who had entered, you grunted, "Go away, Emile." She raised her eyebrow.

"You can't tell me to go away. Look at you! You're a mess! Why won't you talk to Theo? He is charming and not to mention handsome." You rolled your eyes. "I know you were with someone else before. Just get over it." You put the necklace on your bedside table and sat up, glaring at your older sister. "If you like him so much, why don't you marry him?!" You growled with a bit more aggression than you meant to. "Why are you like this? Are you so spoiled that you can't do this one thing for our family? For the country?" You stood up from the bed 

"One thing? I have to spend the rest of my life with him, someone I don't know or love. Why can't anyone see my side of things? You know what? Screw duty, screw the country, and most of all, screw you!" You tried leaving the room angrily, but your sister grabbed your arm. "You little brat! I am the future Queen, and you will listen to me. If not as your sister, then I am forced to order you to stay. In. This. Room. If you even so much as think about leaving, I will have you thrown into the dungeons. So help me, God, you will do what you are told!" She left, slamming the door. 

"What could you possibly accomplish by keeping her locked away?" Her mother said, having heard the whole encounter, while passing by.

"She can't run away before she marries Prince Theo. I spoke with him earlier while she went on her escapade, and he says he'd like to at least talk with her. So I tried to intervene, but she's so stubborn." They continued to talk as they walked.

"She has to marry him regardless," her mother said as they walked away.

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You Reap what you Sow

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing : Ieyasu X MC

Genre: Fluff

TW : Pregnancy

The warlords had been away for nearly five months in the war with Echigo; only Mitsunari had stayed behind, occasionally racing out to see how things were progressing. Two nights before they left, Nobunaga had a feast. Alcohol was flowing, but knowing her limits, she stated she was going to bed before she got too drunk. Ieyasu, annoyed with Mitsunari, offered to walk her to her room. Feeling they needed to sober up, she made them some tea, but she tripped on the rug and landed in Ieyasu’s arms, taking them both down with her lying on top of him. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand while keeping his emerald eyes locked with hers. His hand went to the back of her head and, tangled in her hair kissing her fiercely. Their clothes fell to the floor, and they woke up naked and entwined in her bed. 

It was awkward afterward; they couldn’t even look at each other, then the warlords left. First, there was acne, and her emotions were all over the place. Then Mitsunari finally figured it out when she cried over dropping an egg on the floor. Then, not ten minutes after breakfast, she was vomiting in a pail. “I don’t mean to pry my lady, but is it possible that you might be pregnant? I’ve been researching all your symptoms in Ieyasu’s library of books, and that’s what I’ve come up with.” 

She smiles at him and ruffles his hair. “You noticed, huh?” She says with a sad smile. “I wasn’t sure until recently myself when I started getting nauseous. “I’ll try to do my best to take care of you in Lord Ieyasu’s stead.” she laughs. “You can hardly take care of yourself.” He chuckles, “Maybe I’ll do better knowing I’m taking care of you and your growing child.” He smiles, but then her face falls. 

“How’d you know it was Ieyasu?” Mitsunari takes a drink of water with his breakfast. “It wasn’t hard; he walked you to your room and never returned, even though he left his scarf in the dining hall. Then you two wouldn’t even look at each other. If I’m wrong, please let me know.” She laughs. “You aren’t wrong. I guess it was pretty obvious.” Mitsunari finishes chewing and sets his chopsticks down. “Should we send him a letter?” She shook her head adamantly. “No, I want them all to focus on their jobs; my job right now is getting through this.” Mitsunari grins. “I have to ride out there next week. You’ll be okay with me being gone for a couple days?” Laughing, she shakes her head. “I’ll be okay, Mitsunari.” 

That’s how it stayed; Mitsunari kept his word and took care of her, holding her hair back when she had to vomit and rubbing her shoulders and feet. Her belly had finally popped out. 

She looked out in the distance one evening and saw them riding up to the castle. “They’re back! Mitsunari, where are you?!” He appeared at her side. “He looked at her, and thankfully, with her haori on and her obi wrapped around her waist, it was hard to see her little baby bump. He didn’t want it to be a shock to the warlords as soon as they saw her.

As they rode up, they all looked weary, but alas, the war with Echigo would continue. She hugged each one of them with armor and all. Mitsuhide smiled at her. “I must say you are positively glowing; it’s nice to come home to have a greeting such as this.” She smiled, but she knew it wasn’t because she was happy to see them; it was the pregnancy.

Nobunaga had planned a celebration for their return after a full day of rest. _ _ _  went about her day as normal. She was walking through the gardens, and Mitsuhide and Ieyasu were nearby talking when they both saw her; not that it was abnormal, she often made sure the gardens were being properly attended to. She put her hand on her stomach and sat down on the bench, putting her head in her hands. “She doesn’t look well.” Ieyasu sauntered over to her, “If you aren’t feeling well, you should be lying down.” She looked up; she knew who that deep voice belonged to. “Ieyasu, “he grimaced, “Come on. I’ll help you get to your room.” Normally, she would have said she could do it herself in order to avoid him, but she felt awful and was exhausted, so she accepted and put her hand in his. 

“Thank you,” she said as he pulled her to her feet. Mitsuhide had a knowing smile on his face and continued on his way as he watched Ieyasu help her inside. His arm wrapped around her shoulders as he helped her to her room. “I’ll untie your obi. That way, it’s not so constricting, especially if you’re nauseous. I have something for that; I’ll get you some.” He snickered, “Last time I was doing this, things turned out a lot different.” she blushed, and he chuckled. “can we forget that happened and be friends again?” He asked, her obi fell away, and she turned around to look at him. 

“I wanted to talk about that, actually, and I hope you don’t get mad.” He was perplexed but listened to her. “I’m not sick.” He tilted his head slightly. “What do you mean? You seem sick to me.” She bit her lower lip, trying to figure out how to tell him. “I feel sick, but I’m not. I’m pregnant.” He searched her eyes, so much emotion filling them. “What? It’s mine, not Mitsunari’s. You’ve been here alone with him for months. “Let me show you then. She faced him as she took off her kimono and lifted up her undergarments to expose her swelling belly, proof of the growing baby inside of her. “Mitsunari and I are friends; he’s been helping me through this, but nothing more. It’s yours, Ieyasu.”  

Tears filled his eyes, and she took his hand and put it to her belly. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he looked at her. “but I don’t want you to be with me just because we’re having a baby; if you don’t want me, I’ll understand -“He glared down at her. “Don’t be ridiculous; if you weren’t being an idiot and actually paid attention, you would’ve realized that I’m in love with you.” Stunned, she gazed at him, searching his eyes. “I guess I’m an idiot too. I don’t know how you feel either.” She put her hand over the hand that was placed upon her belly. “I love you.” 

He took her face in his hands and crashed his lips upon hers. He kisses her thoroughly, his tongue twining with hers. She drops her undergarments, and her arms wrap around his neck. When they pull away from each other, he gazes into her eyes. “Come live with me. I’ve already missed five months. I don’t want to miss anything else. I want to be there through your sickness, through your being upset, through joy and happiness. I don’t want to miss any of it. I want to be a family.” Tears trickle down her cheeks. “Of course, I’ll live with you. I want to be with you.” He kissed her again softly. 

“I’d like to lie down now. I’m still not feeling that great.” He held out his hand and guided her to her futon. “Sleep now, I’ll be back later to check on you.” She nodded as she closed her eyes. Ieyasu smiled and slid the door shut. His heart felt light. Even if the war hadn’t ended victoriously, he was happier than he had ever been, and no one could ruin it for him. He went to the library, grabbed a book about pregnancy, and sat down, reading as much as he could, absorbing the information on how he could help her medically and what herbs he could use for her nausea. “She might have to tough it out .” He comments out loud to himself. 

It was time for the feast, and Ieyasu came to rouse her; she was already up getting dressed, and he helped her with her obi. When he was finished, he kissed her cheek. “Let’s go.” He held out his hand, and they walked hand in hand to the dining hall. Nobunaga let out a hearty chuckle, “I knew you two had eyes for each other, but with how you avoided each other, I never thought I’d see the day that you’d come together. “Ha! This is not just a celebration of our safe return but of your union. Let me pour you both some sake.” She shook her head. “Thank you, Nobunaga, but none for me.” He raised an eyebrow. “You always drink with us. “She smiles softly, and Ieyasu puts his hand on the small of her back. “Ieyasu and I are having a baby.” Everyone was excited and hugging. Ieyasu went over to Mitsunari and reached out his hand. “Thank you for taking care of her.” Mitsunari grinned. “Lord Ieyasu, there is no need to thank me, I was only doing what needed to be done.” She walked over, standing next to Ieyasu, “No, you went above what needed to be done, and you put me before yourself. I will forever be grateful.” She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. “Thank you, Mitsunari,” she whispered in his ear as she started crying. “_ _ _ and Lord Ieyasu are so kind.” Ieyasu scowled. “Don’t let it go to your head. “Everyone laughed, and seeing how happy their friends were for them made her heart smile. Then she felt little flutters inside of her. The baby had become active from all the excitement. She kissed Ieyasu, and his hand went to her belly, and they both smiled into the kiss as everyone cheered. 

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Moving Forward - Chaper Six

Fandom : Obey Me!

Suitor : Satan X OC (Paisley)

Warnings : None

Author’s Note: Solomon is primarily in this chapter, Satan will reappear I promise, but this part is important on the development of Paisley.

Solomon was going to keep his promise to Satan and watch over Paisley. However,  Asmo was one of his closest and oldest friends. He couldn't just ignore him because of Paisley. Solomon had to talk to Asmo straight away. Once he arrived at the house of lamentation, everyone was lively at his unexpected arrival. 

"Satan's left, and we aren't allowed to contact him, Diavolo's orders," Belphie said with a hint of spite laced in his words. Solomon put his finger on his chin. "Satan came to tell us himself." Lucifer crossed his arms as he said, "He did, did he?" Solomon nodded, "Yes, although he didn't say why he was leaving." Solomon says as he shifts his feet and places his hands in his pockets. "Is everyone okay with this?." Solomon asks, and  Leviathan shrugs his shoulders and says, "Asmo and Paisley haven't said anything and haven't left their rooms since this morning. I'd say they were taking lessons from me, but Asmo isn't one to shut himself up like this." 

"Hmm. I'll see if I can talk to Asmo." Solomon says, "See that you do." Lucifer replies. Solomon knocks on the door to Asmo's room. "Go away." Solomon raised an eyebrow, it was unlike Asmo to push company away he always wanted to share his newest beauty product with them. "It's Solomon," Asmo answered the door. He had no makeup on, and his skin lacked its usual radiance. "Oh, Solomon!" Asmo cries, pulling Solomon into his room and immediately hugging him, crying into his chest.

Solomon patted Asmo's back. "What happened?" Solomon asks, "It's been awful, I really fucked up, Satan and Paisly hate me." Solomon backed away from Asmo, put his arm around his shoulders, and walked him to his bed. "What did you do? I'm sure they don't actually hate you." He shook his head, "They do! Not that I blame them; I'd hate me too." Solomon sat on the bed. "Well, what'd you do?" Solomon asks again, but Asmo shakes his head. "I can't say. I can't make things worse than they already are." Asmo says, sobbing, knowing he wants to tell Solomon so severely, but he won't, not after what he has already caused. "I understand; you don't have to tell me anything," Solomon says to his friend, trying to be a comfort and not pry.

After Asmo cried for a good thirty minutes, Solomon calmed him down enough to coerce him to go downstairs to eat. Mammon immediately served Asmo, wanting to cheer his brother up, trying to make his dinner aesthetically pleasing. When Mammon set the plate down, Asmo let out a little squeal. "Mammon! It's so cute." It wasn't cute, but Asmo saw the effort Mammon had put into it and, of course, complimented him. Making Mammon smile. He took a picture of it, not because he would post it on Devilgram, but because Asmo wanted to remember Mammon's kindness when he was at his worst.

Lucifer sighed, "Still no Paisley. Beel, can you bring her a plate without eating it? " Beel nodded, wanting to do anything to get his mind off Satan leaving. Their conversation played over and over in his head. Solomon cleared his throat as they all got ready to eat. "Do you mind if I take it?" Lucifer handed the plate to Solomon, and Beel looked dejected. Solomon patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Beel, you can bring her a meal anytime. I actually wanted to talk to her." Beel shrugged his shoulders and said, "I suppose you're right."

Solomon knocked on Paisley's door, but there was no answer. "Paisley, it's Solomon. Will you please open the door?" She didn't get off her bed, "It's open." After shutting the door, Solomon walked over to her bed, where she was watching TV. He set the food down on the bedside table. "Lucifer wants you to eat." He says, and Paisley rolls her eyes. "I don't know why he insists on bringing it to me. He knows I'll eat when I'm ready."  She commented, and Solomon gave her a little smile. "He's worried about you." He replied, "May I sit with you?" He pointed to the bed. "Sure," She answered.

"Paisley, are you alright?" She looked at Solomon, her eyes red from crying, and just when she thought she couldn't cry anymore, "No," she said as more tears came. "Come here, I got you." Solomon pulled her in a hug. 'Perhaps I'm here to just let everyone cry on me,' He thought to himself, and if the situation had been different, he would have laughed.

 Instead, he rubbed her back. "You don't need to tell me what's going on; just let it out." Finally, when sobs stopped and she calmed down, she pulled away. "Sorry," He put his hand up, "I guess Satan leaving has been hard on you." He says as he gives her a concerned look. She shrugged, "I'm used to people leaving." Solomon's brow creased. "That's not something you should get used to. I think if your tears are any indication, you're hurting." He says, and she looks down, "Yeah." she quietly answers, Playing with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "So much happened, and then he just left. He didn't even tell me or anyone." She says, giving Solomon a glimmer of what was bothering her.

Satan had told Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, but Solomon wouldn't tell her that. She was distraught, and so was Asmo. It made Solomon wonder what happened between the three of them. He wasn't going to push her, though. "How about you stay at Purgatory Hall for a couple of days? We can drink hot chocolate and watch movies." Solomon asks; she looks at him, surprised by the offer; she has never done anything like this before. "Um, what about Lucifer?" Solomon smiled and patted her thigh. "I'll talk to him. I'm sure it'll be fine." Solomon grinned, "What do you think?" he asked with a smile, and she nodded, accepting his invitation. "Yeah? I'll go talk to Lucifer. Get packed." 

Paisley packed a small duffle bag with clothes for about three days; she packed her makeup bag. She remembered being a teenager, sitting in the bathroom, putting makeup on, and then taking it off again repeatedly because she had nothing better to do. Paisley would have to take it off before she walked out of the bathroom, afraid of the consequences if her parents disapproved, so she never really wore it. Now, she could without worrying about getting reprimanded for something she wanted to do. Coming out of her reverie, she threw in a couple of toiletries. She zipped up the bag, threw it over her shoulder, and walked to the dining room, where everyone was gathered. 

Solomon looked at Paisley as she entered the room. "All set?" 

"Yeah," she answered, and  Lucifer looked at her, noticing her red, puffy eyes; maybe this would get her mind off things. Satan and her had become quite close. Lucifer put his hands in fists; how could Satan just disappear like this and hurt someone who cared so much for him. That actually saw him for who he was and not his wrath. Lucifer tightened his fists; why did Satan leave? He made a vow to have a talk with Satan when he finally saw him again, no matter when that may be, and give him a punishment for making them all worry. "Take care of her, will ya?" Mammon said, and Solomon smiled, "Of course." Solomon reached for her bag, and she looked at him in wonder. "What? I'll carry it for you." He said at the conflicted look she gave him. She looked at Solomon curiously. "It's just that-" she shook her head "Nevermind," She says

She wasn't used to this kind of treatment except by Satan. "Let's go." As they walked down the street, Lucifer watched with a watchful eye, and Beel came to stand beside him. "Something is off, Beel. I can feel it, but I can't put my finger on it." Beel squeezed Lucifer's shoulder, "I know I feel it too. There's something about her, huh?" Lucifer raised his chin as he eyed them. "I didn't notice it until she stood next to Solomon." Beel looked at the two walking in the distance, "Do you think she's magical? And being with Solomon magnifies it somehow." Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "That's exactly what I was thinking, Beel." Lucifer says and squeezes his hand on Beel's wrist, "I forget how inquisitive you are sometimes, Beelzebub." It wasn't often that Lucifer complimented his brother, but lately, they all had been more appreciative of each other. 

Paisley was mainly quiet on the way to the purgatory hall, which Solomon expected. Still, with her emotions running high, Solomon couldn't help but notice the glimmer of magic seeping from her. He didn't say anything, but now that he knew she was magical, his brain wouldn't stop spinning on how he could take her focus off of Satan. If she agreed to learn from him, that is.

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The Eyes Of Vampires!

Ikemen Sengoku Version

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Duty of a Princess - Chapter 2

Fandom : Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC

Genre : NSFW, Angst

TW: Break- up

Author notes: Smut in this chapter, minors be warned.

The stupid letter could wait. Arthur had to go to you and go to you now. He rode fast and with purpose. Your horse was already tied up when he got there. You were sitting next to the pound, throwing flower petals in. You turned when you heard someone walking. Upon seeing Arthur, you choked out a sob and ran into his strong arms. He wrapped you into his warmth, taking in your scent as you took in his. Both of your eyes wet and red from crying. You finally looked up at him. Seeing the tears running down his face, you wiped them away and kissed him hard. moving your lips together. There was no need for words; you knew what the other was thinking. This was the last time you could be together like this. This. Was. Goodbye.

You pulled away, and Arthur rubbed his nose against yours and pressed your foreheads together. "You," he said with a shaky voice, "are the love of my life. I will never love anyone the way that I love you." That only made you cry harder. "And you are mine, my light, my safe place." Your heart was breaking. "If only we could run away together, I would go, no questions asked." He shook his head with a pained face, "No. This relationship was doomed, to begin with. I knew you were the Princess and had duties to your family, but I couldn't stay away. 

Now, my love." He cupped your face, backing up and looking at you. "Do what you must do, and I hope you can love this man one day. All I want is for you to be happy. I know this is hard right now, and we are both hurting. It will get easier." Another tearful kiss. "Arthur, you must promise me something. Move on. Find love again. I might not have that luxury, but you do. Find a woman you love as much as me or more." He shook his head vigorously. "Promise me, Arthur." He moved his hands to your hands, entwining their fingers. "I promise I'll try." 

You shook your head. "That's not good enough!" He sniffled, "That's all you're going to get." You laid your head on his chest, listening to his nervous heartbeat. "Let's not be sad anymore and make the most of our time together." You lifted your head, looking him in the eyes, and he grinned.

You knew what he what he was suggesting. He wanted to take you into town. "Someone will recognize me." He kissed you tenderly on the forehead, taking your cloak off and putting his own on your shoulders, covering your head with it. "Not if they can't see your face." He gave you his signature cheeky smile, and you just gazed at him. "Follow me." He mounted his horse and rode into town with you following not far behind him. 

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the town amazed You. It's only on special occasions that you go into town, and it's been a long time. You dismounted your horse as Arthur put his horse away. You looked around, feeling nervous that the townspeople would recognize you. Arthur came back, offering his arm to you. "No need to worry, Luv, let's walk." He took you around the town, strolling slowly, stealing small kisses. He bought a dessert to share with you. He poked your nose when you got cream on it.

 You noticed the sun starting to set and looked at Arthur sadly. He shook his head. "No, not yet." He led you to an Inn and stopped in front of the door, searching your eyes, looking at you sincerely. "Stay with me tonight." You looked up, realizing where he had taken you. "You didn't even need to ask." You beamed at him, taking his hand in yours.

You walked into the inn, and Arthur requested a room as you stood in the back with your head down, hoping no one recognized you, especially at an inn with the King's scribe. You walked up the steps hand in hand to your room. Arthur shut and locked the door when you were inside the room. The lock made a noise louder than it should have been. The atmosphere quickly changed, and you weren't sure what to do with yourself or what to say. 

You looked at each other, and he lowered the cloak from your head, 

brushing your hair behind your ear. "Can I have you? If this is the last time I can be with you, I want to etch myself into your entire being." He moved closer, cupping your face and kissing you with all the passion and determination he had. "Let me love you one last time." You kissed his nose, "I would never say no to you, Arthur." He arched an eyebrow. He knew that if anyone found out he had deflowered the Princess, it would be his head on a stick. "It's different for you. You're the Princess. You should say no, but I want to be greedy tonight." 

You smiled softly, "Then be greedy." He took off the cloak and kissed your lips sensually. This was a different type of kiss. He had never kissed you like that before. He pulled away, looked you in the eyes, and cupped your face with his large hands. " Close your eyes." Doing as he asked, you closed your eyes, and he placed a kiss on each of your eyelids. 

It was clear that he loved you just as much as you loved him. He placed gentle kisses upon you, moving to your neck, eliciting a moan from you. Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment, and you turned your head away. Too immersed in tasting your skin, he didn't notice your embarrassment. 

Moving behind you, he moved your long, wavy hair off your neck to lay over your shoulder. He kissed the back of your neck. He moved his hands to your arms, his fingertips moving down your arms. Then to your waist. He moved his hands up your curves. You started breathing heavily. " Are you nervous?" You swallowed, " Yes, but I want to be with you." He kissed your cheek. " I'll try to make you as comfortable as possible." 

His hands, still on your sides, released you and went to the ties on your corset; he removed the ties one eyelet at a time until he slid it off your body. Feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss his lips, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes and then crashing your lips to his. He helped you remove every piece of clothing until you were only your dressing gown. You discarded Arthur's clothing as he had done to you. Unable to resist, you smoothed your hands down his solid chest. You put your hand over his thumping heartbeat. He grasped your wrist. "It beats for  only for you." Arthur helped You out of your last article of clothing, and instinctively, you crossed your arms, covering your chest. He smiled at how innocent you were. He picked you up, placing you gently on the bed, and laid on the bed next to you.

  Looking at you softly, he traced the outline of your face with his finger. Running it over your soft eyelids and down the bridge of your nose. "I want to memorize you." Your legs entwined with his, you reached up, putting your hand on his cheek and kissing him. Then, put your head on his chest. "This will always be my safe place." You kissed his chest and felt a warm wetness fall onto your shoulder. You looked up, seeing the tears run down his face, and tears filled your eyes. "I love you; I will always love you. Even if we can't be together, I will still love you. I want you to know that." He gave you a tearful kiss. "I don't want to leave you, Arthur. I love you too much." He bit his lip, his blue eyes searching yours. "Just be with me here and now, and let's forget what tomorrow will bring." You cuddled into his chest and kissed his collarbones.

The sun had set, and a dark curtain fell upon the two lovers. Arthur kissed the top of your head, then lifted your head so you were looking at him. He kissed you with a passion he had never kissed you with before. His tongue twined with yours, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away. His hand was on the back of your neck, your hair in his fingers. 

 He kissed along your jaw to your neck, and a moan and a sigh escaped your lips. "You like that, don't you?" You nodded, feeling unable to speak. He bit and kissed, careful not to leave any marks but still providing you pleasure. Distracted by his lips, you felt his hands caress the curves of your body, and you tensed. "relax. If you don't like it, I'll stop." Your body relaxed, letting him continue with his explorations. His hand smoothes over your belly and glides slowly up till it halts, and he stops his ministrations on your neck, turns you on your back, and sits between your legs. You knew the position change that things were about to heat up. There was no turning back now, not that you'd want to. 

His hands cup your soft breasts, and you gasp. Not used to being touched there. He squeezes and massages your supple breasts, gauging your reaction, and your breath hitches. His fingers pinch your nipples, and heat flows through you, and you moan as he twists your nipples. His length beginning to harden. He bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting and circling the areola with the tip of his tongue. He does the same to the other side. 

He kisses your lips and bends by your ear. "I'm going to touch you now." You nod with nervousness and lust filling you. He occupies your mouth as his hand slides down till it reaches your heat, and he cups it, startling you a bit, but him touching you there makes you tingle all over. he takes two fingers and moves through your folds. It felt different from when you touched yourself thinking of him. To actually be touched by him was so so much better. 

"my love?" You looked at him, "can I put my fingers inside of you?" You nodded as you breathed heavily. As he gently slid a finger inside of you, the invasion felt better than you thought. He began thrusting his finger inside of you, and as you panted at the way he was making you feel., he was getting harder by the second. He added a second finger and was thrusting his fingers in gently. Desire was completely consuming you. You had never this way before, a physical need for him. Arthur pinched your nipples again, making your desire for him insatiable. He withdrew his fingers from you, and you suddenly felt too empty. 

Arthur hovered over you and gave you another fiery kiss, his hardness touching against your thigh. It made you both excited and scared. When he released your lips, he cupped your cheek. "Will you let me make love to you?" There was no hesitation; you wanted this so badly. "Yes,"  you replied; he looked into your eyes, searching, "Are you sure?" You kissed his nose, "I'm sure. I want this. I want you." He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. "I love you." He said as he nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed you there.

He spread your legs so that he was at your center; he ran his length down in between your folds, putting the right amount of pressure on your clit to cause you to shiver with pleasure for a moment. Once his length met with your entrance, he put his hands in yours, entwining your fingers together. "This will probably hurt." You creased your eyebrows, and he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue diving into your mouth to distract you. He pushed in gently, just the tip entering your warm cavern. Trying to be gentle, he slid in slowly, only allowing a little at a time. It had been relatively easy thus far, and you had no pain until he hit a wall. You winced in pain, and Arthur stopped, not wanting to cause you pain, but he knew it was going to happen. " Should we stop?" He asked

 You shook your head, " No, I want to keep going. I want this, Arthur; I want to be one with you."  He smoothed your hair back. "I want that too." He pushed forward, and you squeezed his hands tightly and shut your eyes tight as you went through the motions of the pain washing over you; you hadn't even realized he had finally connected fully with you. When he smoothed your hair and kissed your forehead, you opened your eyes. he looked at you worriedly. "How are you?" Your brows still furrowed, "I don't know? The pain is starting to subside." He smiled softly. " I hope it didn't hurt too badly." You leaned up and kissed him."Make love to me, Arthur, just go slow." He bent down and gave you sweet kisses. "I will"

He pulled back and thrust back in. He kept his promise and went slow, but soon you were feeling this insatiable desire for more and your hips bucked, trying to get closer to him. "You can go faster now. Please go faster." Arthur smiled, "It's starting to feel good, isn't it?" You nodded. He sped up his pace, and your hips lifted in time for his thrusts; your bodies were in perfect sync. He lifted one of your legs and placed it over his hip. The new angle had you reeling. Your moans were loud and frequent, adding to Arthur's pleasure and urging him to give you more. 

Soon, you began to heat up. You felt the wave of heat from the crown of your head down to your toes. Arthur felt the pulsing of your walls, signaling your oncoming orgasm. “Arth…ur…Holy hell!" Your moans had turned high-pitched, and your leg fell off his hip. He reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit in circles. Soaking in the intense feeling, his thrusts matched the erratic pace of you lifting your hips. 

Before you knew what was happening, Your vision went white, your back arched, and shockwaves ignited your nerves. Your walls tightened around his length, and Arthur knew you had reached your climax. With you clamped around him, it was making it hard for him not to follow with an orgasm of his own. Just as you were coming down and you let your vise grip around his length go, Arthur thrust three and then four times and quickly pulled out, his seed covering your belly. "Sorry," he was clearly apologizing for finishing on your stomach. You just smiled, glad Arthur enjoyed himself as much as you enjoyed yourself. He got up to grab a hand towel and wipe your belly. He laid next to you and softly ran his fingers through your hair. "I love you, I always will." You took his hand, kissed it, and held it close to your heart. "My heart will always beat for you." The sadness you felt was echoed in his eyes. 

You both were hurting, and there wasn't anything either of you could do to ease the pain that you both felt. You looked out the window, seeing the dark blanket covering the sky with the moon illuminating your room. "You should probably get back before your family thinks you ran away." You nodded, "Yeah, I guess it's gotten pretty late." You said, melancholy seeping into your voice as you stared at the twinkling stars. "Look at me" Arthur turned your head so your eyes were locked on those azure eyes that you could lose yourself in. "Thank you for tonight. This is a memory I will keep locked in my heart forever." You kissed him hard and with need. You wanted to remember the softness of his lips, how he tasted, how his lips moved with yours. 

Tears fell, not just from you but from you both. When you both reluctantly released each other's lips, you put your face against his chest, hearing the thumping of his heartbeat and taking in his smell. He put his nose on your head, combing your hair with his fingers, inhaling deeply, trying to imprint the smell of your hair. It was no secret that you were both in heart-wrenching physical pain from the impending goodbye. Both your faces were illuminated in the moonlight, making each other in awe of the other. Unable to resist, Arthur kissed you, twining his tongue with yours. He kissed you till you were both breathless. 

Knowing you had put it off long enough, you both got dressed and walked back to the stables with Arthur's cloak shielding your identity. Arthur held your hand tightly the whole way, your fingers entwined intimately. No words were shared as this was the moment you both dreaded, the moment you both wished would never come. You observed him as he brought out your horse. You were rooted to the spot, unable to move, frozen with an uncontrollable grief. If you hadn't been a Princess, you could've fought for your love and won. If you weren't a Princess, you could be with him for the rest of your life. Damn, being a Princess.

 When he turned around, your eyes connected, and it was as if, at that moment, you both shared the hurt; you knew exactly how the other felt. Without hesitation, he put his hands on your face and kissed you deeply at every angle, turning his head each time. This wasn't your usual kiss but a kiss of desperation. Suddenly, you both sank to the ground, your skirts in the dirt, but at that moment, all that mattered was being held by Arthur. Your eyes locked, and you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your body against him as the tears fell. Arthur held you tightly, his body tremoring with his own sobs. You remained this way until no more tears could come from either of you. You lifted your head from his shirt and noticed you had soaked it with your tears, but he didn't seem to care as he captured your lips in another heart-wrenching kiss.

When you both released each other's lips, you searched his eyes and put your hand on his cheek. "I love you." He spoke softly as he leaned into your tender touch. "I love you too, Arthur." Neither of you wanted to elaborate on the love you held for each other. You had caused each other enough pain for one night. He moved to stand up, helping you up in the process. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you against his body, and pressed his forehead against yours. "Shine radiant like a twinkling star, the brightest star. That is what I want for you." He stepped back to look at you. "I want you to finish that Novel and share it with the world; I want everyone to see your passion, your heart of gold." You placed your hand over his heart. "Because this heart is sacred and deserves so much." You pulled away and stepped up on your toes, pressing your lips on his forehead, closing your eyes tight, knowing this was it. You had to leave. 

You mounted your horse, but he grabbed your hand before you could go. You squeezed his hand back, knowing this was the final goodbye. Tears rolled down your face, and he kissed your hand, his lips lingering. Reluctantly, he let go, each of your fingers holding on until your hands were empty. You took the reins, and your horse started moving forward. You looked back as you got closer to the end of the town. You watched Arthur get further and further away, finally forcing yourself to face forward. The tears broke, and you couldn't control the panic setting in.

Arthur watched as you exited the town, and as you turned the corner, he knew he couldn't be strong any longer, and he let his weakness take over. His back hit the side of the stable, and he slid down until he was sitting down. He hugged his knees, looking at the castle, knowing that's where his love was, but it felt like you were so far away. When you arrived at the castle, you were still wearing Arthur's cloak; rushing straight to your bedroom, you lunged on your bed into the pillows. Your body felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece, and you fell into an unrestful, dreamless sleep.

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Blizzard

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing : Licht X MC

Genre : Angst with fluff

TW : Mentions of blood .

Author Notes: Sorry this came out so long I went with the idea and couldn’t stop.

Sariel was particularly hard on _ _ _. Everything she did was wrong; everything she said was unbecoming of Belle. He made her repeat after repeat until she got it right with not so much as a break. She finally had enough. She had taken his verbal abuse for far too long. She threw up her hands, “I’m done! Screw this and screw you!” His eyes widened. “Wait-“He tried going after her, but she had already slammed the door shut. She huffed as she hastily walked down the hallway, stopping momentarily to get her winter cloak, feeling like she was suffocating in the castle. She had to leave, had to get outside.

Sariel chased after her but stopped when he saw Leon watching the interaction from down the hall. She walked briskly, trying to escape the castle as quickly as possible. When she passed each of the princes without so much as a smile, practically running, they looked confused. Nokto yelled out to her.

“Stop! It’s snowing.” She blatantly ignored him and kept going forward, opening the heavy castle door. The princes all gathered together to see what was conspiring. They watched her leave the castle and enter the bitter, snowy cold. Clavis stepped next to Nokto, “What just happened?” Leon stepped forward, “Something happened between her and Sariel. She was yelling and slammed the door, then stormed off.” Yves looked out the window, “I’m sure she’ll return when she gets too cold.”

They all went about their business as if it were a typical day, fully expecting her to come back soon in a better mood and hungry for a hot meal. No one thought the worst would happen. That wasn’t until Nokto heard the wind whistling out his window. He looked outside to see a full-blown blizzard coming down. He got up to look outside, seeing that a considerable amount of snow had fallen since _ _ _ left. He wondered if she had come back yet. She hadn’t come to bug him yet. He began looking around the castle. As time passed and he couldn’t find her, he started to panic, asking everyone he saw if they had seen her, receiving ‘no’ every time.

Licht was walking down the hallway, ready to meet Yves for their daily tea. When he saw his twin frantically searching every room as if he had lost Something important. “Nokto,” Licht said, trying to get his brother’s attention. Nokto turned his head upon hearing his name. “Licht! Have you seen _ _ _?!” Licht was curious why it was so crucial that Nokto wanted to find her. “No. Why do you need her?” Nokto’s shoulders slumped, “She was upset and left; it’s been hours.”

Licht didn’t want everyone to panic if there was no need. “Left, where?” Nokto slumped his shoulders. “outside,” Licht looked out the window in the hallway. “You let her leave in these conditions? You didn’t think to go after her ?” Nokto shook his head, “It wasn’t this bad when she left.” Licht dragged his hand over his face in frustration. He glanced outside again. Watching the blizzard made his stomach sink with worry.

He walked forward without so much as a single word to Nokto, “Licht, where are you going?” Licht returned to his bedroom, grabbing winter gear as if he were going on a mission. “I’m going to find her.” Nokto watched Licht prepare to face the storm. “What? How will you find her when you can’t see in front of you?” As Licht pulled his glove over his hand, “I have to try.” Nokto knew his twin had a bleeding heart. He knew his kindness could sometimes be his weakness, but this wasn’t just kindness. It was desperation.

Nokto saw the way _ _ _ was able to make Licht’s eyes smile, how the darkness that loomed over his twin started to fade, showing him a glimmer of light when she was near him. Nokto saw how Licht looked at her, even if he claimed repeatedly that he hated her and wanted her to never speak to him again. It was clear to Nokto that Licht held affections for her that he wasn’t aware of himself.

To go after her, though? To face Mother Nature herself as the wind howled and the snow fell, blinding whoever dared to face her wrath. “No, you can’t. It’s bad enough she’s out there, but for you to go after her? That’s madness. You’ll never find her. Then you’ll both be lost. It’s best to pray she found shelter and wait out the storm.” As Licht pulled up the hood on his cloak, he looked into Nokto’s eyes, his eyes. “Don’t forget what I am capable of. I will bring us both back alive. Have faith, Nokto.” Nokto put his hand on Licht’s shoulder; Licht put his hand on Nokto’s shoulder in a silent promise and nodded. Licht walked to the door with determination, with Nokto following behind him.

Licht opened the castle door, looking at the raging storm before him. Nokto ran behind Licht, holding the door as he took a long look at Licht. Licht nodded confidently, trying to reassure his brother that he would be okay. Nokto shut the door, fighting against the wind. Jin, Yves, and Clavis had seen the exchange between the twins. “She never came back?” Clavis asked, “And he’s going after her?!” Yves responded. Nokto looked out the window, watching Licht hold his hood as he walked into the distance. “Yeah,” Nokto said quietly.

Licht forced his body forward, fighting against the wind and snow and occasionally having to turn his head, feeling like the wind was suffocating him. Any trace of footprints _ _ _ had left behind had already been covered with inches of new snow. His ankles sank into the snow, it hitting just below his shins. Unable to walk normally because of the snow and the pressure from the wind, instead having to pick his foot up with each step he took. He tried to focus through the snow but could hardly see anything in front of him.

When was the last time it snowed like this? It had been years. At first, Licht yelled her name, but soon, he realized she probably wouldn’t be able to hear him over the whistling of the wind. He decided to save his breath and look for any place where she could have gone. Licht walked for what felt like miles upon miles until he looked to his right, seeing what looked like torn fabric stuck between some branches. Licht pushed against the wind with wide steps as he took the material out of the tree, holding it with both gloved hands, trying to study it without it blowing away.

He recognized the fabric; it was the same color as her cloak. “Where are you?” He asked out loud as he looked in the distance. He saw a cavern in the mountain wall. He inhaled deeply, preparing to face the strong winds. Ducking down, Licht entered the cavern, which led into an open area. He saw a slumped figure leaning against a wall. “ _ _ _?” He hoped it was her, but there was such minimal light that he couldn’t make out the features of the figure. “It’s okay, it’s Licht.”

“Licht?” Didn’t he just tell her it was him? “Yes, it’s me.” He kneeled next to her, taking her face in his gloved hands. “Are you okay, _ _ _? Are you hurt?” She looked into his crimson eyes in what little light they had. “My leg.” He sat back on his feet. “Let me see.” She stretched her leg out with a pained hiss. He took his gloves off and inspected her leg. Her calf was smeared with blood, with a deep gash. She made a makeshift tourniquet out of ripped material to stop the bleeding. At least she wasn’t completely clueless. “You really messed your leg up pretty good.” We need to get you back to the castle.” She snickered, finding humor in his words. “How would you like to do that? I can hardly walk, and I don’t think this storm will let up anytime soon. We’ll probably starve to death in here.”

He gave her a condescending look. “We aren’t going to starve because I’m going to get us out of here.” He brushed her bangs out of her face. When his fingers touched her forehead, her skin seared his fingertips, feeling like she had been sitting near a fire. Worry filled his eyes, and he put his hand on her head. “You’re burning up. I’ve got to get you back.” She shook her head. “How?” He brushed her tangled hair behind her ear. “We’re going to walk.” He teased. “Stop it, Licht. I’m serious.” His hand lingered on her ear. “I am, too. Your leg is infected. I have to get you back as soon as possible.” She nodded, realizing the severity of her condition.

He put his hat on her head, but she refused to use his gloves. He needed Something to keep the warmth in. “hold on to me tight the whole time.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, and she took hold of his arm as they braced themselves to go out into the blizzard. She hobbled along, letting Licht lead the way. They trekked through the deep snow with barely any visibility as day began to turn to night. She clung to him but fell just as the castle came into view. “_ _ _!” He gathered her in his arms, holding her legs over his arms and cradling her as they sat in the snow. She looked at Licht, placing her hand on his cheek; she gave him a weak smile and closed her eyes again. “S-stay awake; don’t you dare fall asleep.” His ruby eyes were locked on hers. For the first time in a really long time, he felt fear; it flowed through him, sending his heart into a frenzy.

She grabbed his hand, and he squeezed hers. She spoke with the little strength she had left in her weak body, “I’m tired.” he drew his brows together. “Fight it! Do not go to sleep. We’re almost there. You wouldn’t give up on me, and I won’t give up on you!” With renewed determination, Licht stood up and adjusted his grip on her, ensuring he held her securely. He started running as best he could in the deep snow. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, Licht kept going, kept moving forward. He was tired, but he wouldn’t let himself stop until he got her inside. Finally, Licht could barely see the castle and ran as well as was possible in the deep snow. He pushed against the wind harder, making his heart pump harder.

Jin was passing by the window when he saw Licht in the darkness holding _ _ _ in his arms and fighting against the impossible forces of the wind and snow. “open the door! “Licht yelled, hoping someone heard him. “Open the door!” He yelled again. Jin rushed to the door and pulled it open wide. Licht didn’t stop running until he got inside, falling to the floor with her still in his arms. Licht was on his back, holding _ _ _ tightly.

He was panting and gasping for breath; everyone looked at him. Licht looked down at _ _ _, noticing she was unconscious in his arms. “S-she n-needs the doctor.” Luke went to Licht without a second thought and took her out of his arms. Exhausted, Litch’s head fell onto the hard floor as relief washed over him. His adrenaline started dissipating.

As Luke carried her upstairs, Licht’s breathing started normalizing; Leon hoisted him to his feet. Jin and Leon accompanied Licht to her room, where the doctor tended to her wound. The doctor poured some antiseptic into her wound as he talked out loud. “it’s a good thing you’re unconscious. Otherwise, this would really hurt.” Sariel joined them, and Leon glared at him. Deciding it was best not to make a scene, he kept quiet. The doctor began stitching her wound. As he finished, he washed his hands, then proceeded with the rest of the exam, seeing if she were wounded elsewhere.

“She’s okay now?” Leon asked. The doctor turned to look at his audience. “She’s far from okay right now; we’ll have to wait it out. I’ll come check on her later.” The doctor covered her up and packed away his tools. Leon turned to Sariel, crossing his arms. “What happened between you to upset her so much to make her storm out?” Sariel looked at her, and Nokto walked in, hearing the commotion. “I may have been a bit hard on her today.” Nokto stepped in. “She is a woman, Sariel, not one of us. She is not training to go to war. She is picking the next king! When she wakes up, you better apologize to her.” Nokto squeezed Litch’s wrist before he walked away. Leon looked over to Litch. “You need to take care of yourself, put on some dry clothes, and get Something warm to eat. Litch looked at her sleeping form. “I’ll watch over her,” Leon said as he moved a reading chair beside her bed.

Litch could leave knowing Leon would be there if she woke up. With clean clothes and a full stomach feeling sufficiently warmed, he walked back to her room. Leon was sitting in his chair, looking over papers. “She hasn’t woken up yet?” Leon looked up at Litch and shook his head with a frown. Litch walked into the room and saw her sleeping. Leon got up, “I’ve got some work to do. If you need me, you can come get me.” He left the room, heading towards the office, using the excuse to give Litch the privacy he needed.

Licht sat in the chair Leon had been sitting in not long ago. He put his elbows on his knees and folded his hands, leaning his forehead on his hands. Moments later, Licht looked up, feeling antsy. He shifted, sitting up, noticing how flushed her cheeks were from the fever. With an uneasy feeling in his stomach, Licht stood up and walked over to the window, seeing the ragging blizzard in the darkness of the night.

Licht was thankful he found her when he did. Who knows what could’ve happened if they were out there now. He didn’t like this feeling; he had been in wars, but Licht had never felt as powerless as he did now. This was a different kind of war, one he didn’t know how to fight. He couldn’t push through enemy lines with brute force like he could during combat. All he could do was wait for her to wake up. Not knowing what to do with himself, he sat back in the chair beside her.

Licht always thought that one day, he would lose his life, and he would accept it willingly, for he was a sinner. He deserved whatever death he was given, but as he was sitting here thinking of what it would be like if she lost her life. The thought alone made panic rise up; It would be too late to admit to himself what he knew was in his heart.

She was this radiant light that shone so bright it was almost blinding. At first, she drove him crazy; Licht just wanted to be left alone, but as he spent more time with her, things changed, and he wanted to see that smile. He looked forward to seeing her, even if she annoyed him to no end. As he gazed back at her, he noticed her shivering and beads of sweat forming on her brow. Licht left the room and quickly returned with a cloth and an extra blanket. Licht covered her up with the blanket, then sat on the edge of the bed, dabbing at her brow wiping the sweat away. Nokto quietly opened the door.

“How curious.” Licht put the cloth on the bedside table and stood from the bed. “What?” Nokto didn’t answer, “You need to go rest. I’ll watch over her.” Licht put his hands in his pockets, “It’s okay, I’m fine.” Nokto sighed. “I told Leon you wouldn’t listen.” Nokto looked into the eyes of Licht, the eyes that matched his own. “You aren’t fine. You need to rest. What good is it going to do her if you also get sick? Nothing is going to happen.” Licht sighed, knowing that Nokto was just as stubborn as he was. Nokto could see that Licht didn’t want to leave her. “This is my fault.” Nokto said, “I could have stopped her when she passed me. I knew she was headed for the door. I warned her of the snow, but she was determined to get out. I could have done more. Let me make it up to both of you by watching her while you nap.” Finally, Licht relented, “If anything happens -“Nokto finishes his sentence. “I’ll come get you.” Nokto put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, “She’ll be okay; the doctor gave her some pretty strong pain medication. She’ll be asleep for a while. I’m going to do some paperwork.” Licht sighs and takes a long look at her. “It’s not your fault, Nokto,” Licht said as he reached for the doorknob.

Licht closes the door as quietly as possible and walks to his room. As soon as he settled under the covers, he felt the exhaustion seep into his bones. Licht had been so concerned about _ _ _ that he hadn’t realized how tired he was. Letting his body relax, sleep finally took him.

“Truding through the snow, Licht comes across the cave, but _ _ _ isn’t in there. He calls her name over and over again, but the howling wind is too loud. Walking further and further into the forest. He can’t find her anywhere. Somehow, he’s back where he started. Was he going in circles? Licht’s head was spinning. When he looked up, he saw the sky darken, and the snow blew harder. How would he ever find her now? Licht woke up suddenly.

He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm his pounding heart. It was just a dream. _ _ _ was in her room sleeping. Once he felt calm, he put his boots back on and walked over to her room. He opened the door to see Nokto working at her desk as she slept soundly. “Nokto” Licht calls his name. “Oh, you’re back. Did you sleep?” Nokto asks, “Yes,” Licht replies nonchalantly. “She slept the whole time; nothing happened. But,”

Licht looks at his brother, now having his attention after saying ‘but.’ “She’s been coughing a lot.” Nokto began to gather up everything he was working on. “I’ll leave you be then.” Nokto grabbed the doorknob. “Nokto,” he said. He looked at Licht expectantly. “Thank you.” Nokto turned his head down in a single nod. “Yeah, it’s the least I could do.” As Nokto left, he shut the door behind him, and Licht sat in the plush chair again. He looked at her and noticed how ragged her breathing was. “You’re really sick, I hope you know that. I need you to get better because everyone is worried…I am worried.” Licht spoke to her as she slept. She turned toward him with a groan. _ _ _ whined and moved uncomfortably. “_ _ _,” Licht said her name, but she was fighting waking up. She began coughing, and Licht grew more concerned.

“ungh” she was in pain, he could see it on her face as she squeezed her eyes shut tight. Finally, after struggling a fair amount, she opened her eyes to find Licht sitting in the reading chair beside her bed. “Licht?” She said in a hoarse voice, “He squeezed her hand, and she winced. “You’re in pain. I’m going to get the doctor; I’ll be back.” He said as he gave her hand another squeeze. If her leg wasn’t pulsing with pain, and if it didn’t feel like there was a ton of bricks on her chest. She could probably go back to sleep, but the pain was too much for her to sleep. As the doctor entered the room, he shut the door, ensuring their privacy.

“You’re awake but don’t look like you’re quite with us. Are you still groggy?” She swallowed, “Yes.” Her voice sounded off, heavy from sleep and hoarse from being sick. “Your fever is pretty high, and Licht here tells me you’re coughing a fair amount, so I’d like to have a listen to your lungs. The doctor helped her sit up and pressed the stethoscope against her back, asking for her to take deep breaths. “pneumonia for certain.“ Licht remained silent as the doctor went through his examination, “Now, let’s see your leg.” The doctor gently uncovered it, exposing her leg to Licht. There was blood stained on the dressing wrapped around her calf.

“I’m going to change the dressing on this. The doctor unwrapped the dressing from her calf carefully, cleaned up the wound careful to not snag any of the stitches, and wrapped it back up with a clean dressing. The doctor looked down at her through his glasses. “You are very sick young lady. You need lots of rest and to stay off that leg as much as possible.” He eyed her, seeing her wince every time she shifted her position. “I’ll bring you some more pain medicine.” After the doctor gave her the medicine, he left, shutting the door.

_ _ _ looked at Licht. “Will you sit with me?” His lip lifted slightly at her simple request. “You don’t have to guard me, Licht; you can go after I fall asleep.” She took hold of his hand weakly. “Do you see my sword? I was not guarding you. I was waiting for you to wake up.” Without thinking, he entwined his fingers with hers. The act was so innocent, yet intimate. “I was worried. I thought I might lose you. The thought was paralyzing, and I couldn’t do anything to help except wait for you to wake up. I’ve never been so scared of losing someone.” He sighed, but she listened quietly. “I know I’m a sinner, and I don’t deserve your love, but I want it anyway.”

She squeezed his hand weakly, “You deserve it every bit as much as I do… I was scared. I was in that cave, bleeding, and it was so cold. I thought I was going to die in there. You were the one thing I kept thinking about, and then, like magic, you showed up.” She took in a ragged breath and coughed. “You brought me back, thank you, Licht. You saved my life.” He looked at her and the state she was in, and yet she was thanking him. “He touched a hot cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. His face had come close to hers, and he kissed her forehead. “Will you accept my love and love me in return?” She gazed into his deep, ruby eyes. “You didn’t even need to ask. I already love you.”

He was surprised; how had he not seen that her affections were more than friendly? that she held a piece of him in her heart? “Then.” He looked at her lips and then back to her eyes. Her eyes fell shut, and his lips softly pressed against hers. He kissed her slowly and sensually as their mouths moved together. He put his hand on the back of her head as he kissed her, but Licht knew he had to stop. She was sick, but it felt so good to let everything he had been holding in melt away. She took hold of his hand and kissed him back with just as much ferocity as he was giving her. The door opened, and Yves came in with two hot meals and set them down on her desk.

“I brought you two some food -.” Yves looked at them as they pulled away from each other. “I see I’ve interrupted a special moment.” Licht pulled away, blushing. “Uh,” Yves put up a hand, “You don’t have to explain. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Just eat; that’s all I ask.” He left the room, shutting the door.

“That was terribly embarrassing; I’m sorry,” Licht said, but then he combed his fingers through her hair. “Your lips are hot.” She gave him a small smile. “I need to apologize to everyone.” His hand went from her hair to her hot cheek. “All you need to do is get bet. Let’s eat; you need your strength.”

After they ate, Licht took her plate, setting it down. He looked outside, seeing the dark sky; he looked over to her as she fought to stay awake. Licht went over to her. “Here,” He adjusted her pillows to make her more comfortable. “Sleep now; I’m going to take the dishes to the kitchen.” He kissed her forehead, and her eyes fluttered closed. His heart swelled as he looked at her before he left. It was unbelievable how much he could love another person, but he would never let her go after this. She was his, and he was hers; he had to fight to be better. She was his reason to live and to want to live. This was the beginning of his new life.

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